Dawn stepped away from Jayne and admired her handy work. It was the middle of the night and the rest of the crew was all sleeping. She had figured this would be the perfect time to mess with Jayne. And she had been right; she had managed to put lipstick, eye shadow, blush and mascara on him without a problem. He could claim he wasn't a girl, but he would have a harder time denying it after everybody saw him in the morning.
She snuck out of his room, only to find River waiting for her. She wasn't sure how to feel about her new sister. She remembered them being close before the Academy. But now, River could hardly stand being around her most of the time. She couldn't blame River though. River couldn't control her psychic ability anymore, and that was a problem given her fun filled past.
"Don't think about it," River warned her. "It hurts my brain."
"Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"Vampires are not real," River insisted. "They can't be quantified. You live in a world full of fairy tales and monsters. It's not logical." She turned on her heel and ran towards the cargo bay.
Dawn ran after her. If she was going to be stuck on this boat then she wanted to sort all of this out as soon as possible. She stopped in the middle of the bay and looked around. She couldn't see River anywhere.
"Your world is supposed to be a lie," River said. Dawn looked up and saw River standing on the stairs. "But its true. Monsters existed before we did. But now there's not that many. Vampires are only on the rim, and Reavers are the new demons."
Dawn crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you want me to do River? You and I both know I don't belong here, but I don't know how I can get home."
"There's no more home to go to," River said sadly. "They buried your body. Willow wanted to bring you back, but Buffy couldn't let you go through what she did."
"She didn't want to pull me out of heaven," Dawn said softly.
River came down the stairs. "You're not there though. You're in a universe where men cut up little girls brains. Now we're just weapons."
"No we are not!" she exclaimed angrily. "I have face a hell goddess, a psychotic Slayer, a giant snake, my angry sister and the ultimate evil. I'll be damned if I let some tah mah duh hwoon dahn decide what the hell I am. And you shouldn't let them either."
River slapped her in the face. "You're not real. Don't talk to me like you exist."
"Stop it River."
"Not real not real not real not real..."
Dawn couldn't take it anymore. She may not have been real before, but she was now. She punched River in the face, hoping she could shut her up. River stopped talking, but then she started kicking. Before long they were fighting, just like they did at the Academy. The doctors had made them fight all the time during training, when they weren't training against Reavers or Operatives.
She caught River's foot and pulled her twin down into the splits. River sent her stumbling back with a punch to the stomach and rolled back to her feet. They gracefully fought around the cargo bay, being careful not to knock too many things over. They didn't want everybody else to wake up and stop them.
River threw Dawn in the air. Dawn landed on her feet and ran across the wall. She flipped backwards and landed on her feet. She stood in a defensive position, ready to keep fighting if River wanted too.
River hesitated and then dropped her arms to the side. "No more fighting. All is quiet in the brainpan."
"Well that's good. Now do you two want to explain to me what you're doing up this late."
They turned around and saw Mal staring at them. His hair was all messed up and he looked like he had been woken up from a peaceful sleep.
"We were sorting through some things," Dawn explained.
Mal gave her a weird look. "Sorting through things? With your fists?"
River gave him a look that clearly said 'Are you stupid?' "Actions speak louder than words," she said. She took Dawn's hand and pulled her towards the dining room. "Come on Dawnie. I'm hungry."
Dawn went with her, but not before taking one last look at Mal. He had a very confused expression on his face. She couldn't blame him. She wouldn't know what to do with them either.