Disclaimer: Of course they're not mine. I just play with the pretty toys, then put them back before anyone sees.

Comments: This scene just came into my head. Don't ask me why. It's very short. I had to get it out of my brain before I could function, so there it is.

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Zoe sits at the table, just staring at her hands, not really thinking anything. There's nothing much to think, really. She'd thought she was over the hardest of it, after two months she'd been praying she was over the hardest of it, but today was like a slap in the face.

Their anniversary.

Something slides across the table. A bundle of paper and cloth that settles itself just out of her reach. Zoe stretches out her hand, but stops before she actually touches it.

"Here," His voice breaks into her quiet. "I was thinkin' ya might want something like that today."

She sighs.

"What is it, Jayne?"

It's red, whatever it is.

"A slinky dress, you remember?"

Her fingers curl into a tight fist, away from it, and she presses her nails into the pads of her palm, so hard it she fan feel the spears of it all up her forearm. Her eyes narrow.

"Get away from me. Now. And take your dress with you."

"What?" He sounds all confused and then breathes in. "You think it's from me? Hell no, Zoe. It's from Wash."

Her eyes close as he sits down.

"See, he asked me to keep it for ya. Was gonna surprise you with it one day. He said you'd be sniffin' around Kaylee and Mal and everyone else on board. I was the only one ya wouldn't go lookin' to for it. Guess he was right."

"Why now, Jayne?"

She hears him swallow and takes a small amount of pleasure in his awkwardness.

"It were too soon, way I saw it, you wouldn't have wanted it. But you might now."

He was right. Her fingers open and she lets them rest in the softness of it. Slinky. Wash had always gone to great trouble to surprise her with things, which was a monumental task on a sm