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Disclaimer. I do not own any material related to Heavy Rain, all characters etc are owned by Quantic Dream. This disclaimer applies to all chapters.

Rated M for constant harsh language and eventual sex scenes. I remind you this is a Slash [Yaoi] story.

Norman Jayden ending spoiler!

This story follows the happenings of Norman Jayden after he accuses Carter Blake of being the Origami Killer and getting kicked off the case, eventually leading to his resignation from the FBI and completely quitting ARI and Triptocaine.

If you're fine with watching this ending [if you haven't already gotten it] I suggest you do, as it is an excellent visual to go with this story. [Normans obvious twitching etc.]

This ending in Heavy Rain is called Resignation.

After quitting the FBI Norman Jayden faced the difficult task of returning to the real world. Norman tried to think back to before the ARI glasses. Trying to find a moment in time when he felt 'real' himself. When he felt human.

Norman didn't know what to do with himself now. He didn't have any family left and he didn't want to stay in Washington; where all the madness had started.

He sold his apartment in Washington and moved from hotel to hotel for some weeks. Always changing locations, trying to keep his mind active, stable and focused on reality. The constant change of scenery helped somewhat. He still got the shakes and twitched from time to time along with the other symptoms from the withdrawal but they were lessening… he hoped.

But his mind although active, somehow felt monotonous. His emotions were low to nothing he almost felt his heart had flat lined. Until one day…

After moving around a couple of different states for a few months, Norman Jayden found himself back in the rainy city that had once been the home to the Origami Killer.

While driving through the city Norman started to feel somewhat calm as he reminisced about his experience here. He thought back to being on patrol with his asshole of a partner Blake and surprised himself as he smiled at the memory.

Norman decided to rent a hotel room a few streets from the Police Station. He could have rented from the same hotel he stayed at last time, they did have much better rooms. But Norman felt more settled being in a familiar area in the city. Quite contradictory to how he had been living for the past few months.

**

Norman had been in the city for a couple of days now when he decided to go out for lunch and stop ordering in.

What was just meant to be a quick stop into a deli to grab a sandwich had turned into a shop for food supplies of all sorts.

Norman walked to the counter with his supplies and paid the clerk. He was just fitting his wallet into his pant pockets as he left the store when he bumped into someone.

"Sorry"

Norman replied automatically as he carefully bent down to pick up his fallen wallet, careful to control his sudden shakes.

As he stood up, he noticed the person was still standing there, their hands on their hips. And as their eyes made contact he was sure that the surprise he saw on that persons face was mirrored on his.

"Carter!"

Norman said indigently stumbling backwards; he tried to catch himself as he tripped over his own feet.

Carter quickly griped Normans forearm before he could fall and pulled him back, steadying him.

The look of shock and confusion was written on both their faces as Carter pulled his hand back quickly, only noticing now what he had done out of instinct.

Carter quickly looked around and removed himself from Normans personal space, as if he was worried someone had noticed the kind gesture from the Lieutenant.

Norman cleared his throat and moved a few feet back, resting his back against the wall in case of another 'dizzy attack,'

"Thanks."

Carter responded by folding his arms over his chest

"What the fuck are you doing here Norman?!"

"I'm just here to.." Norman started

"Your not going to fuck around with one of our cases again are you!?"

Norman scowled,

'The fucking nerve of this pick!'

Norman pushed him self off the wall as he came close to Carter. He felt steadier now.

"Fuck you Carter! You and all your fucking police force know that if it wasn't for me, you'd all still be on that fucking case, you would have arrested an innocent man and Shaun Mars would have died!"

Carter scowled and looked as if he wanted to punch the Ex-FBI agent, which would not surprise Norman at all.

But with the street full of on looking people Carter decided to play it safe and let it slide.

"If you had it your way Norman, you'd have thrown me in jail and the real Origami Killer would still be out there. Go suck a dick, asshole."

And with that Carter had turned and left. Leaving Norman feeling more alive then he had in months.

**

After seeing Carter, Norman had headed straight for his small hotel room. He put his supplies on his small desk and then started to pace as he thought.

The animosity that had fired up upon seeing Carter had stayed with him the whole trip back to the hotel and didn't seem to be lessening as time passed. All his thoughts and worries that he held while working on the case came back, how closely Carter had come to ruining the whole case and letting the killer get away, how Carter had interrogated suspects and just that damn pig-headed attitude towards Norman and everyone else around him. There was plenty of thug FBI agents back in Washington that Norman had dealt with, so how did Carter get under his skin?

The ARI glasses along with the Triptocaine of course! When he had last came to this city his addiction and grasp on reality were steadily going down hill, his mind was lapsing in and out of reality, leaving his mind venerable. That must have been the reason why Carter had such an impact on him.

Then Norman stopped pacing as he took in his surroundings, he was standing in the middle of his small hotel room, there was no red dust floating in the air, no sound of a waterfall near by. His hands weren't shaking and he was thinking clearly. Not only that, he was angry! He could feel his heart beating steadily and could feel adrenaline pumping through his veins. He hadn't felt this alive since…he couldn't even remember when he last felt like this!

He threw himself onto the bed, Norman grinned and relished in the feeling

"son-of-a-bitch Carter."

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I will continue to take the advice you give me and I will then be able to improve my grammar and overall writing ability. I still have a lot to learn and hope you all continue to help me =D

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Please excuse my terrible grammar, when it comes to writing stories my grammar disappears. All spelling/grammar mistakes are my own.

This is my first 'published' fan fiction so feedback is important, please help me improve on any area you think I am lacking, lol.

Constructive comments only please.

I am very nervous about this. lol.]