And now for something completely(sort of) different! I've had this idea for a while now, but the following Smiths song was what really made me write this particular fic. I do not own Community or The Smiths or the song "Asleep." Anyway, Enjoy!

After the rest of the group had said their goodbyes to Britta, Jeff stepped in to the boarded off area and gave her a sad smile.

"Hey."

"Hey," Britta responded back softly, "so they picked you?"

"None of them could do it," Jeff answered, sliding down the wall and sitting next to Britta on the makeshift cot on the floor, "so I said I would."

"I'm glad it's you," Britta said, "you won't back out."

"I can't back out. I don't have that choice."

Jeff took a glance down at her exposed shoulder, sympathetically wincing at the tar-black wound.

"It really burns," Britta saw the look on his face, "it won't matter though soon enough."

"I'm sorry we couldn't get to you fast enough."

"I was caught off guard. Not your fault."

"We still should have got there faster."

"Jeff I don't think this is the right time to play the blame game. I think it's a little late now."

The two lapsed into silence, the only sound being the ticking of Jeff's watch.

"This isn't going so well," Jeff broke the silence, "I'm supposed to talk about the happier times we had."

Britta snorted, "Is that what Shirley told you to do?"

"Actually it was Annie. She feels you should remember happier memories."

"Of course she would."

"Personally, I think it's a horrible idea."

"Because of what you have to do?"

"It doesn't feel right. Sure, let's share all those great times we had before I…"

Jeff couldn't say the words out loud, not when he already felt his stomach churning at what he was going to do in a few moments.

"Sing me a song."

Jeff blinked at Britta for a few moments, "What?"

"Sing me a song."

"You want me to sing you a song?"

"Do you not understand what I said? Should I say it slower for you?"

Jeff chuckled, "I can't really carry a tune."

"You have a better voice than I do."

"Are you sure you want me to sing you a song? Not Shirley or Annie or Troy?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Why?"

"Because it's better than sharing happy memories right?"

Jeff took this into consideration.

"Also because you're one of the closest friends I've ever had."

"Really? Out of everyone in the group?"

"When we first met, even though you were trying to get in my pants, you actually liked me for who I was. You accepted me for who I was. I didn't meet many people that did until you and, well, the rest of the group."

Jeff sighed, Britta had won, "Any requests?"

"Do you know any Smiths songs?"

"The Smiths?"

"Seemed appropriate."

Jeff wracked his brain, "I know one. I learned it to impress this girl in high school who was a huge Smiths fan."

"How did that turn out?"

"She laughed at me."

"Wow, you didn't get the girl? Shocker."

"That should tell you how bad my voice is."

"Just sing the damn song, we don't have much time."

Jeff cleared his throat and took a deep breath, "Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep. I'm tired and I...I want to go to bed…"

Britta looked over to him when he stopped singing, "It could be much worse. Please, continue."

Jeff nodded to her, "Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep. And then leave me alone. Don't try to wake me in the morning cause I will be gone..."

"Why did you stop now?"

"I can't sing the rest of it."

"You don't know the words?"

"I do, that's why I can't."

Britta shut her eyes for a moment, trying to remember the next line of lyrics.

"Don't feel bad for me," Britta picked up, albeit off-key, "I want you to know. Deep in the cell of my heart, I will feel so glad to go."

Jeff felt a sharp pang of grief shoot through his heart, "This isn't such a good song…"

"We'll sing it together," Britta suggested, "I'll sing the parts you...can't. Please?"

"Fine," Jeff couldn't shut down the suggestion, "where were we?"

"Deep in the cell of my heart, I will feel so glad to go," Britta sang once more.

"Right," Jeff hummed the melody before picking up where Britta left off, "Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep. I don't want to wake up on my own anymore. Sing to me, sing to me. I don't want to wake up on my own anymore."

"Don't feel bad for me, I want you to know. Deep in the cell of my heart, I really want to go."

"There is another world, there is a better world. Well, there must be. Well, there must be. Well, there must be. Well, there must be. Well…"

Jeff glanced over to Britta and noticed she wasn't breathing. He wiped the few tears that had fallen, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Goodbye," Jeff murmured as he pushed himself to his feet.

He wrapped his fingers around the pistol and pulled it from the back of his jeans, aiming it at her head. She had barely opened her eyes, sitting upright and baring her teeth at Jeff before he pulled the trigger.