A/N: Hello! If you are here from my first story, welcome! If you're from just the random purusal of the website and enjoyed watching Kilgrave, I mean Jessica Jones, then I'm just giving a you a big old Spoiler Alert before you read this. Sorry, but the way the story was set up I kind of give away the very ending at the very beginning. Anyhoo, I still hope you all enjoy my second attempt of fanfiction. Enjoy!

Prologue:

He never thought the last words he'd ever hear, the only words he'd ever wanted to come from her mouth, would betray him. He loved her, and he finally was able to have her say it too. He honestly thought they would be together, that she would learn to love him too and not just say it. He remembered the sensation of the muffled snap of his neck as she twisted it with her cold hands. Falling without any control onto the hard concrete and seeing the docks fade from his glassy eyes. He felt the darkness creep through his mind as he laid there, with her leaving him to die once again. The last thoughts he asked reflecting on his face.

Why?

Just as his last vestige of consciousness was about to let go, he felt everything go, fuzzy. He felt stuck as time refused to release him and then, he saw a strange figure of a man waltz closer into his range of site. The man was sideways to his point of view from the result of his bent neck, so he kindly crouched down and tilted his head for him to see better.

He was wearing a stylish, dark suit that he personally approved of, and took immaculate care of his image. His bald head gleamed in the dim lamplight and his smirk was disdainful towards him. He tsked and shook his head at his pitiful circumstances.

"Do you see what happens when you fall for the wrong woman, Kilgrave? They take advantage of your vulnerability and rip you apart with it. You're so similar to that of a duckling, you imprint on the first thing you see, and sadly the only person who could peak your interest was the cat. You see, the thing with you though, is you need that special someone to push you to do great things, to reach your goals, but you chose wrong. She didn't fit you and it was your downfall. That's where I come in."

The man beamed a radiant grin and stood straight up as he backed a few paces away and held his hand up, rippling the air around them. The buzzing atmosphere spiked up to pins and needles as he felt himself rewind. His mind coming back in haste and his body arching off the ground and raising back up to the grip of Jessica Jones' fatal hold. He snapped back to awareness the same moment his vertebrae snapped back into place. Then, she just dropped him and stood back to where she was before the whole encounter began, unmoving. Kilgrave's hand jumped to his throat, rubbing away the rough grasp that had brought him so close to death while the man lowered his hand and the sensation lowered back to the static that filled the air.

"Impressive is it not? It's both a blessing and a curse, and I'm not just saying it for the cliché. I can reverse time and fix it how I want, reach into other dimensions and pluck people from them, putting them where ever I desire. I get to live forever. Yet I am always stuck in my own influence of what I call 'no-time'. I can never look forward to my future or remember my past since I can only live in my present, my personal purgatory."

"Why would you even bother to save me then?" He finally spoke in a raspy tone, still haunted by his now unbroken neck.

The man shrugged non committedly and answered. "Why not? I can mold history however I like but no one is there to notice that it's me doing it. There's another catch to my ability, no one remembers me changing history as they see it as fact and that it has been how it's always been, no matter what I change. It makes you feel unappreciated after so many millenia. So I like to change the little things, things that I'll remember more and have more fun with. The reason this city has been so beaten and battered is because I make it so. The good guys always seem to win in the end so I started giving the underdogs an upper hand. Level the playing field so I have something more… entertaining to watch."

He reproached in a disgusted and sarcastic voice towards him. "Well I'm glad my downfall can give you something entertaining to watch. And what is it that you plan on doing? Hm? Killing her? Because you won't get rid of my Jessica, not after I've come this far. I managed to stop her, get her to say she loved me, I just- I just need to tell her not to try and kill me or harm me in anyway. I wasn't clear, but this time I will be, and then she'll be mine."

The man silenced him with a short bark of laughter at his determination for having her.

"She'll just kill you again, and it will be just as hilarious watching you die the fourth time as it was the first. She just isn't the right person that you need, so I'm taking you back to before you met her and finding the right person for you. Loving someone who you can't have isn't what you need, what you need is someone who blindly loves you no matter who you are. That is what will make you unstoppable, someone who would defend you without even needing to be under your control. The right fit. I can find just the person for you in whatever dimension I want, and I'll make sure she will make quite the impression on you for you to imprint on her just like you did with your little pet the first time. Don't worry, you won't even remember missing Jessica Jones."

Kilgrave's mind was still numb from being pulled away from Death's clutches at the last moment that he didn't even make the motion to retaliate or order him to stop. He just looked into the eyes of what he thought was his true love to see nothing he ever felt for her reflecting in her own. Only the glazed over emptiness of an assassin just before the trigger is pulled. The world spun and morphed into a solid palate of colors and cleared from his mind as her green eyes were the last to go.

A/N: The rest of the chapters will be much longer though, don't worry. Sorry it's a bit of a stretch, but this is the only way I can think of saving him. He's a good guy at heart! He deserves to live! Let me know of any ideas you might have or suggestions and I'll do my very best to get back to you on it. Until next time my little companions!