A/N: Starting off this attempt with a tiny, angsty, plotless and S4 based "Buried".

If this one keeps getting updated, then the writing style will probably be the same, alternating through small -angsty or fluffy- Jeller moments through the seasons.

"Buried"

He was running towards the coordinates that were fickering on his phone's screen, trying desperately to locate the spot on time.

On time for what? Finding her alive or... simply finding her?

The worst déjà vu of his life. Darkness, mud, fear and an underground possibility.

But this time it wasn't some ghost from his past, neither some childhood memory that was driving him. This time it was Jane. His Jane he was looking for, hoping with every fiber of his being that he could find her… warm.

He was freezing, cold sweat running down his body, dirt all over him and his breathing difficult from running.

They'd overcome so much together; accidents and crazy missions, illness and misunderstandings. He'd already lost her far too many times for this to end like this. One and only thought guiding his footsteps down the rocky hill.

He belonged with her.

Walking up with her wrapped inside his arms, her guard down to zero and her eyes shut; every morning. Buried inside his embrace, breathing on his skin, trusting him completely to shield the worries away…

She was buried now, too. But not in the magical way that he and their bed sheets provided. She was truly buried, someplace forgotten among the trees in the chaotic muddy field in front of him. And he was worried sick, fighting to secure her next inhale of air.

What if he couldn't make it? What if he'd lost her forever? He was supposed to be her back-up, protect her when she couldn't protect herself… What was he thinking letting her out of his sight like that…

His phone is now beeping loudly, letting him know that he finally stands over the place his wife was left to die. He's using a shovel and his bare hands to move the rocks and dirt away, kneeling over the spot, screaming frantically her name.

It's not raining and he's thankful for that; last time it was raining and he was digging up soulless bones. He keeps going, hoping to God the hole he's opening won't turn out empty. His fingers are covered in dust and blood, his throat burning from his cries and he keeps going deeper into the ground.

"Don't kiss me like that", she'd reassured him earlier that day. "It's not that difficult of a mission, you have nothing to worry about."

And he had believed her.

The most stupid certitude of security he ever allowed himself to feel.

Wood.

He recognizes the sound and his thoughts are back in reality at once. There's something in there, boosting his hope high. He is shouting again, screaming her name at the top of his lungs.

He breaks the wooden cover, but there's even more dirt in there. This can't be happening. Where is she? He blindly buries his hands inside, trying to find her by touch under the grains. His heart is pounding. His voice is breaking, adrenaline and terror closing his throat between the screams that cry her name.

Fabric.

The slightest of warmth hidden inside something soft. His hands are working full force now, throwing dirt all over the place, trying to reach lower. "Jane? It's me. Jane!" Over and over again, he never stops.

He's half buried himself as well, straddling the unconscious body he's so desperately trying pull towards him.

And when he does… Cleaning her face to help her breath, holding her tight so that nothing takes her back, shaking her to bring her back to life, calling her name in between frantic sobs...

Breathing again when her arms finally snake powerless around him.

A/N: I'm not sure this "series" deserves updating, but if anyone wants to suggest ideas for future "in the moment" chapters, feel free to send them over.