Well, I found a severe shortage of post-S3 fics, so I decided to write my own. Please tell me if I get any characters wrong. Also, apparently there's no such thing as a dash in the text editor, so they just come out as hyphens (I tried using two, it auto-corrected to one).
I know this chapter is short, but I'm writing short chapters for this story. That way I can update more often.
If there are any typos, tell me; I typed up most of this chapter on my phone.
Everybody has a secret.
That was one thing Cara Jones had learnt when she was still working for someone-officially, anyways.
When she had still been Sameen Shaw.
Now, she was someone totally different.
She didn't get to be an assassin anymore. She didn't get to shoot people, or be violent at all. She didn't get to down all the booze.
Now she had yet another secret, one that she nursed so closely to her that no one ever discovered it.
She went through life like a normal person with a normal life in a normal world where people didn't worry constantly about surveillance and privacy.
But technically, she was anything but normal.
Cara Jones smiled as she gave the man waiting at the counter his prescription. She had been doing that a lot lately; it was beginning to feel less fake and more real.
She was a pharmacist at the local hospital now, mixing chemicals to make people feel better. Cara Jones was cheery, pretty. She wore colorful clothes and didn't know how to use a gun. She didn't drink.
In other words, she was the exact opposite of Sameen Shaw.
Shaw sometimes wondered if Root had created her identity simply to spite her; she could have made an identity that was more like Shaw and less like Mary fucking Poppins.
She lived in a small city in California, a far cry from the bustling streets of New York. Her apartment was small; if she had something bigger, someone might wonder where she got all the extra funds.
It had been seven months since Samaritan had gone online; seven months since she had had to part ways with Finch and Reese and Root. Seven months since she had last heard from the Machine.
Cara Jones was content with this existence.
Sameen Shaw wasn't.