(A.N. Itachikitsune here, it's been a while since I've been on FanFiction to actually write something. I'm back now though and have decided to try my hand at writing a story for The Librarians. I love the show, almost as much as I love Leverage. I can't say this is my best work since it was hastily written, but I figured I'd post it anyway. Even though I wrote it quickly, I still had fun. I hope you like it, Itachikitsune.)

Tears No Longer Shed

Cassandra curled up tighter against the bookshelves at her back. She felt numb and distant, like she was separate from her body. She couldn't believe how far the Serpent Brotherhood was willing to go. She could still hear Flynn's shocked gasp as his pet sword pierced his flesh. It was times like these when Cassandra really hated her photographic memory. The look of betrayal on Jake's face made her stomach twist in revulsion. Had she truly been so desperate to rid herself of a tumor to the point where she was willing to endanger the rest of the world?

Yes, she had been, and she would be haunted by the choice she made for the rest of her life. When Flynn, Ezekiel, Jake, and Eve had found her, Cassandra had been stunned that Flynn had pushed for her release. He'd said she'd had her reasons, as if he'd understood her position.

But then, she supposed he did. He'd lost Judson after all and nobody knew how his death had came to pass. In the end, Cassandra had saved Flynn's life in a last ditch effort. She hadn't done it to get back in the other's good graces, she did it because he'd been the first one to give her the time of day since her parents. He'd also been the one to open her eyes to the world. In the short time she'd been in Jenkin's annex, Flynn had rapidly became a sort of father figure to her. Just as Eve became like a mother to her. Ezekiel was like the younger sibling that everybody else in the family had to yank out of troublesome situations. Now Jenkins, he reminded her of a grumpy grandfather.

Then there was Jake Stone. The man was rough around the edges, but he'd made her feel safe. He'd been the one to figure out that there was too much going on in her head and helped her slow down her thought process. So what if he'd used someone else's method, he'd still helped her. No only that, but he was one of the few people that didn't stare as if she were a freak when she had one of her mathematical episodes. Cassandra saw him as an older brother, but then that image had crumbled when she'd betrayed the other Librarians.

She honestly wondered why the library hadn't rejected her from its dwellings. Cassandra certainly deserved it. She'd felt so powerless. Suddenly, she could hear footsteps coming towards her and curled up even tighter, if that were possible. Jake sighed as he looked around for Cassandra. For a person who attracted an entire room's attention, she was very good at hiding when she wanted to. He'd been wrong to judge her for what she'd done. He needed to talk to her and make this right.

He rounded the corner and paused when he heard sniffling. Jake looked down and there was the missing girl he'd been looking for. Cassandra was curled up on her side, tears streaming down her face. Misery and guilt practically floated off her and Jake felt so much worse. She already felt guilty for what she'd done and he'd made it worse by throwing her actions back in her face before they'd released her. He'd seen her flinch at his words, but at the time, he hadn't really cared. He'd just been angry that she'd be so trusting. With what she was capable of, Jake had thought she'd be more cautious.

He watched her for a couple more seconds before he spun on his heel and went to find some things. Cassandra sighed in relief as the footsteps retreated and she wondered who it had been. Jake came back with two things and set them down off to the side. " Scrunching yourself up like that can't be comfortable." said Jake as he knelt down. Cassandra jerked in surprise as she heard that familiar voice. She opened her eyes and saw the last person she ever expected to see.

" You can't be real, your just a figment of my imagination." whispered Cassandra. " Wishful thinking is something that you don't indulge in often is it?" asked Jake. He sat down in front of her and all she could do was stare.

(A.N. This story takes place a month after the first episode of the first season.)