Disclaimer: Serenity and co. are Joss Whedon's. All hail ze master.

“Can’t see a damn thing,” you muttered under your breath as you looked around, then cast a glare at the man walking in front of you. “Why are you taking me out here?” He didn’t say anything, and you kept walking. It was a warm night, but the cold breeze on your neck made you shiver uncomfortably. Finally, when the lights from Serenity were barely a blip in the distance, he turned round, nearly making you walk right into him. You gasped; his bluest-of-blue eyes made you freeze up, even more intense than normal. He took a slow breath. “I need to tell ya,” he started, then paused, trying to find the words. “I can’t take this anymore.” “Wha--?” you began, but a look from him shut you up. “I can’t take watchin’ ya and knowin’ ya can’t be mine,” he said quickly, as though if he got it out fast enough it would dull the shock. Before you could say more, he pulled something from his pocket that sent a jolt to your heart. “Jayne…” you whimpered. “Don’t…” The glint of the distant light from Serenity reflected off the tears you could see in his eyes. Fear shot into your heart, not just at the gun in his hand but at the fact he was crying. Two shots. You collapsed as the pain engulfed you, too dazed even to cry out. Tears slid out of your own eyes as you felt yourself bleed out from the two holes in your chest. He came into your field of vision and you tried to speak but found yourself unable. “I love you,” you heard him say, sounding more sincere than anything you’d ever heard him say as your vision left you. Then everything…was just…gone…