This story takes place shortly before the second movie. It just came to me last night. I don't usually write Bourne Indentity stuff, so you'll have to forgive any messups. This is just my idea of what goes through Jason's head every morning.
Only Two Questions
Who am I?
Am I Jason Bourne?
Am I John Michael Kane?
Or do I belong to some other name as yet unknown?
What am I?
Am I some sort of assassin, some cold-blooded killer?
Oh, God, I hope not.
Marie says my mind is like a computer, that I file things away like some sort of weird hard drive.
Yeah right.
At least a computer can answer two simple questions.
Who am I?
What am I?
I'm not a computer.
I run, every morning. I tried to stop after the incident in Paris, but I couldn't. I just keep running, 'cause I can't forget. I want to forget. But I just can't delete the Treadstone in me.
Treadstone.
What is it?
It's what I'm running from.
Why?
I don't know.
It's funny. So many things for me end in those three words.
I don't know.
And it always brings me back to the same two questions.
Who am I?
What am I?
I'm not a computer, like Marie says. – I'm a puzzle.
A puzzle that's missing a crapload of pieces. A puzzle without an answer to two really simple questions.
Only two questions for you, Jason Bourne.
Who are you?
What are you?