A/N: If you really, really like the characters, don't read this story!

Surprise, surprise, Brennan and Shalimar are on a mission together in a wood (considering that's all I ever see them doing!). Walking through the undergrowth, Shalimar spots something small and furry scurrying across her path. Her eyes do that all too frequent feral flash, and she speeds off after it.

Brennan chases after her, and after a moment hears a drawn out "MWROAW!" as Shalimar encounters a nasty cliff edge.

Looking over the side, Brennan sees that Shalimar was cat-like, and landed on her feet, but it didn't make much difference on the five-hundred foot drop. She had splattered.

Brennan ran back to his shiny BMW, and set off for Sanctuary.

* * *

Meanwhile, Emma has locked herself out of her bedroom. Fluttering her eyelashes at Jesse, she asks him for help. He replies, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Jesse phases out, and walks through her bedroom wall. Unfortunately, Emma has left a candle burning. On encountering it, Jesse does what any floating powder will do, and spontaneously combusts, leaving only a whiff of smoke, and some soot on Emma's nice clean carpet.

"Jesse? Jesse? JESSE?"

Emma remembers she's not a useless bint, and kicks the door open, creating a draft which proceeds to blow Jesse's ashes back up into the room. On seeing this, she breaks down and cries.

*I know! I'll remove the memory of his death from my brain, and then I'll be happy again!*

There is a psychic flash (very expensive looking), and Emma accidentally wipes her entire memory.

"Whoops, how'd I do that? How'd I do what? Where am I? What's this black stuff?"

Emma wanders out into the driveway of Sanctuary, and forgetting what a car is, steps out right in front of Brennan's shiny BMW.

SPLAT!

* * *

Brennan jumps out of the car in despair. Just then, he sees Adam walking back into Sanctuary.

"Adam, where the hell have you been? You know we can't do anything ourselves!"

"I've been to the registry office, changing my name, from the cheesy Adam Kane, to the respectable. Adam Smith."

"What? Never mind. they're all dead! Shalimar, Jesse, and thingy. I mean, Emma. And it's all your fault!" With that, Brennan generated electricity to smite Adam, but fell to the floor convulsing. "What's going on?"

"Your body is sixty percent water, you imbecile!"

"Hmm, guess I never thought of that." At which point, Brennan then dies.

Adam sits down in a comfortable expensive leather chair, with a glass of whisky, and a list of holiday destinations, and sighs contentedly.

THE END