Jesse's Revenge
"I'm not supposed to be here"
The thought is swift and sharp like a deadly knife blade. I have my moment of clarity as I hold my gun on the unarmed crying woman before me. It's like I've arrived in someone else's scene. My cue was given too early and I've learned the wrong lines and I'm on the wrong set. I can still remember the feel of her lips on mine and her hands on my arms. The first day I met Fiona I fantasized about making love to her; about how it would feel to have her in my arms and look into her eyes. I banished these thoughts as soon as I could because I am not the sort of man who goes near another man's girl. Not that I'd have a chance anyway. It is obvious that neither Michael nor Fiona ever considers being with anyone else. But when she kissed me I wondered….
"It was him Jesse. It was Michael Westen. He burned you. I told that woman about the keycard discrepancies weeks ago. Didn't she pass on the message?"
I didn't think about her at all when Marv showed me the footage of Michael leaving the security building after stealing my files. My mind was reeling and I was seriously considering shooting him before he could use that super spy silver tongue of his to explain his way out. I set myself up in Michael's loft, I rehearsed what I was going to say, and then she walked in.
"Michael we need to talk"
I realised that she had been preparing to tell Michael about the kiss she had shared with me. She arrived when she wasn't supposed to. It was meant to be Michael walking through that door. She got the force of my wrath and perhaps it was better that way. No matter how angry I was, there was no way I could ever kill Fiona. She could see my anger and she looked at the gun before looking back at my face.
"Michael burned me and you all helped cover it up"
She tried to deny it. She tried to talk her way out of it, but she didn't have a prayer. I imagined what it would feel like to shoot her, to see her on the floor bleeding. It would be the ultimate revenge. Michael loves her more than anything or anyone in the world. It would be justice for what he did to me. But as I watch her close her eyes and accept her fate, I realise I can't do it. She doesn't deserve to die and I don't want to kill her.
"Jesse, we've been trying to get you back in"
There are tears in her eyes now. Part of me is incredulous that Fiona Glenanne is actually crying. I realise she is being totally sincere. If she weren't she'd be trying a ploy of some kind, trying to make a deal. She is honestly upset about what she and Michael did to me. She's frightened when I tell her "Goodbye" but she closes her eyes to bravely await her death. "What a waste" I think to myself. I imagine Michael coming back to the loft to find Fiona's body on the floor. Blood spattered on the floor and walls, maybe some on the stairs. He would be devastated. He would have to tell his mother that I had killed her. Madeline loves Fiona. I love Fiona. Michael loves Fiona more than his own life. It would be the perfect revenge, but the price is too high. I lower my weapon and leave Michael's loft. Revenge would have to wait.