Summary: Jessica Jones and Kilgrave have been together for a while, eight months to be exact. Jessica has cut all contact her best friend, and it worries Trish. When a young girl goes missing, Trish tries to get Jessica to help, but she refuses. Determined to help Hope, Trish has no choice but to prove Hope's innocence herself, but she needs help. Heavy AU, Jessica and Kilgrave Villain team-up A Dark!Jessica and Dark!Kilgrave fic.
Notes:
So, I've had this fic idea for a while, since I finished the show. This is a dark fic. This fic is going to be dark. It is rated M for a reason guys, with a much darker, more twisted version of Jessica. Jessica will not be a hero in this, but will be posing as one, as least for Trish and co. She is working with Kilgrave willingly in this, so that should already give you an idea of what I have planned for this fic. Jessica is not under Kilgrave's influence in this, his powers do not work on her. Jessica will be somewhat OOC in this, as she, in canon, would never willingly work with Kilgrave.
This fic will follow the show, but it will be heavily divergent, but some scenes will be vaguely familiar.
This will also feature an old friend, for you Daredevil viewers. I'm not posting it in the crossover section though.
Chapter 1: A. K. A. Here's Your Bloody Cardboard
It's the sound of her alarm that first wakes her.
Groaning, she reached a hand out, her fingers fumbling for her phone. The device's soft purring vibration from under her fingers quickly stopped as she swiped the snooze button.
Slowly, Jessica shifted, stretching her body out like a cat, her back arching. She sat up, her black hair messy and tangled. She blinked her hazel eyes, clearing the sleep from them before glancing beside her to the empty bed. A small flicker of confusion marred her face, the furrow between her brows deepening. She reached for her phone, sighing as the charger was pulled from the plug. She tugged the plug from her phone, unlocking the device and checking her calls. Nothing important. Kicking the rest of the covers off, she slid out of bed, pulling on her jeans, and padding down out of the bedroom.
The shabby apartment was quiet, soft light filtering from the windows, marring the dark apartment with the early morning greys and blues. She glanced around, lingering at the doorway that lead into her office form the hallway.
It was quiet, almost too quiet.
She shook her head, rubbing her face before stepping into the room, heading to the kitchen, scanning through the cabinets to look for the bottles of whiskey she kept within the .
She pulled one down, taking a swig of the bottle and heading to her desk. She set the bottle down, moving to sit in the chair, starting her computer up.
Jessica leaned back in her chair, waiting for her computer to update, crossing her legs.
The sound of her front door opening made her glance up, her brows raising slightly. Her gaze met quiet brown eyes, the man's thin lips curled into a smile. He was dressed in an expensive purple suit, tailored to fit his thin frame. He was carrying a bag and a cup of coffee, the paper bag rustling as stepped inside.
"Glad to see you're finally up." He said, his voice smooth, a British accent recognizable on his tongue. He crossed the area, his movement's smoother than his voice, almost cat-like with a sense of grace as he slid the bag onto the desk before her with a muffled thump.
"Where have you been, Kilgrave?" Jessica asked, her tone casual, watching his movements as he sat in the chair across from her, propping his feet on the desk.
"Getting coffee, and bagels." He said as if it was obvious, gesturing to the bag with long-fingered hand.
Jessica straightened, reaching for the bag and peering inside, sure enough, the bastard went to get bagels.
"When's that guy supposed to be here?" Kilgrave asked after a long pause, his brown eyes watching her with curiosity. He was slouched, leaned back in the old chair, his legs crossed elegantly, feet resting on the desk.
Jessica blinked, pausing in the middle of pulling off a chunk of bread. She watched him, leaning back in her own chair as she shrugged a shoulder. Their relationship was, weird to say the least. A hate-to-love, love-to-hate thing. Well, he claimed he loved her, but his lack of empathy and understanding really didn't make him the most loveable guy, which made him difficult.
Then again, she wasn't the most empathic person on the planet either.
He'd changed her, for better or for worst, she didn't exactly know. She couldn't gauge how much she had changed since that fateful night, but he showed her world for what it truly was, riddled with liars and cheaters. Not that she hadn't known that already.
The chair squeaked slightly as she leaned back further, mulling him over. His brown eyes watched her with curiosity, almost hopefully, bright and gleaming.
"Not too sure," she said after a beat. "He said around noon." Jessica added. She watched as his face twitched in slight annoyance at the time, 9:50. Jessica leaned forward, curiosity blooming on her face at the expression. "Did you have something in mind?" She asked, her lips twitching up into a sly grin. Kilgrave's face twitched, a slight smirk curling his lips as he leaned forward to mirror her.
"Maybe." He said lowly, leaning even closer as he spoke, their noses brushing just barely. Jessica snorted slightly, pulling back abruptly before popping another piece of bread in her mouth.
"Later." She promised, and nearly laughed at his surprised, somewhat annoyed expression, but he didn't push it-surprisingly-and merely took a long sip of his coffee childishly.
Patricia 'Trish' Walker wasn't sure why her day decided to go to shit. Maybe it was when she woke up late, or maybe it was when she got a littering ticket for missing the trashcan and not noticing.
Either way, her day was shit today.
She shifted in her chair, sitting patiently, her fingers fiddling with the piece of paper. She supposed it could be worse. Though a 100 dollar fine seemed a little exaggerated.
She glanced up, her eyes finding a rather older couple. Their faces pinched with worry. The husband had his arm around his wife, speaking calmly to the officer behind the desk.
"Look, just, could you put out a search warrant for her. This isn't like her." He was saying. Trish blinked, trying not to seem like she was listening in to the personal conversation. The officer shook his head, and Trish frowned.
"No, I'm sorry, we're slammed with other things, and we don't have the staff to be looking for a girl who has clearly called you and is safe where she is. People run away from home all the time." He said, his tone apologetic. Trish blinked, moving to stand as the couple reluctantly trailed out of the office. She followed them quickly, opening her mouth to call to them.
"Hey!" She quickly ran to catch up with them as they stopped. "I have a friend, she's a PI, she can help." She said quickly. "Sorry, I hadn't meant to listen to your conversation, just…" The couple looked at her, before exchanging a glance.
"What's her name?" The wife said hesitantly, though there was faint hope in her tone.
"Jessica Jones, she owns Alias Investigations. She's good, and she charges cheap." Trish answered, reaching into her purse. She had a business card in here somewhere, she knew that. She pulled out the card, the cardstock a bit bent and rough, but still legible. She held it out to the two, and the husband slowly took it, glancing down at it.
"Thank you." The wife breathed, shooting Trish a smile. Trish smiled back, having to look at the card. She hadn't spoken to Jess in a while, a long while. She bit the inside of her cheek. When had they stopped talking? Jess had just stopped answering her phone, for eight months. Had it really been eight months since they last spoke? Jess had called her, saying he was starting a PI business, and then nothing aside from getting her voicemail.
Trish watched the two wander off before moving to pull her phone out of her pocket. She turned heading down the sidewalk, her boots clicking against the pavement. She pressed the dial button, raising it to her ear, brushing her blonde hair back as she listened to the ringing.
On the third ring, there was an answer, a male's voice, British, and not Jessica.
"Hello?" His voice was pleasant, but an annoyed undertone in his voice, and Trish faltered for a brief second.
"Yes, is Jess there? Can I talk to her?" She asked, and she waited with baited breath as the man thought.
"Might I ask who this is?" He asked casually, and Trish shifted. There was something about this man that was chilling. His tone of voice was curious, but there was something in his tone that made her uneasy.
"It's Trish, I'm her best friend." Trish said, her voice a bit defensive as she stopped on the sidewalk, not caring about the many pedestrians around her. "I just wanted to tell her something." She explained. There was silence on the other line before muffled voices sounded and there was a squeak of a chair. There was the sound of a scuffle, before the clack of something hitting the speaker.
"Sorry, what did you want?" Jessica voice sounded after a pause, a bit annoyed now. Trish paused, struck by how different her best friend sounded. This wasn't the Jessica she knew.
"Hi Jess." She managed to get out, unable to keep the surprise from her voice. "I just wanted you to know that I ran into a couple, their daughter's missing. I was thinking you could help them." She said, her voice hesitant. There was silence on the other line, and Jessica seemed to be talking to her companion.
"Fine, I'll do it." Jess said after a few exchanged words. Her tone was short, a bit rushed, almost breathless maybe? Trish didn't know. "Look, I need to go. I have another client coming in soon." She explained abruptly. Trish blinked, not wanting to hang up, but eventually nodded.
"Okay. Right." She said, trying and failing to hide the dejected tone in her voice. "Bye." She said, hanging up quickly and glancing at the time. Shit, she was late.
It was the sound of yelling followed by shattering glass that woke Kilgrave form his nap, his thin body sitting up in Jessica's bed, annoyance and confusion on his face. He glanced at the clock, finding it flashing the numbers 6:30 at him.
"Bloody hell." He growled, sliding out of the bed, his hair a bit rumbled, feeling groggy. He rubbed his face as he stumbled from the meager bedroom to the office space, the late evening light streaming through the windows. He would never understand why Jessica wanted to live in this shitty dump. He could give her whatever office she wanted, but she choose this crap place. She said it was for appearances sake. A small, shabby apartment was apparently better than a big, extravagant office building.
Then again, given her dress sense, it made some sense. It was something he didn't understand though.
He wandered into the office section, folding his arms over his chest, his brows raised at the scene he found.
The glass on the door to the office-the one he had made special for her-was shattered, pieces of glass littering the floor. Hanging half out and half in the window, was a man. Dressed in meager rumbled clothes, there was a trickle of blood blossoming from his abdomen where the glass cut into his skin. Standing near the window, leering over the man in annoyance, was his Jessica. His beautiful Jessica. Her muscles tense, rippling under her tank top.
"What happened here?" He asked, his tone casual as he walked over, glancing over the man curiously. There was blood trickling down his forehead, and from several other places on his body. Despite it being clear what happened, he wanted to know the full story.
"Bastard here attacked me." Jessica said flippantly, flicking her black hair from her face. Her face was annoyed, and Kilgrave felt a flash of white hot rage flare in his stomach, especially at the faint bruise on her wrist. How dare someone try to hurt his Jessica! He glowered down at the man, dark rage blooming on his face.
"Get up." He snapped, pulling an arm around Jessica, pulling her close to his body, as if to protect her. The man groggily crawled from his spot, moaning in pain as he stood, blood staining his shirt form the cuts on his stomach. "Now-" He started, his voice venomous.
"You can't kill him, I need to get paid first." Jessica cut in, and Kilgrave blinked, his eyes flaring as he turned to look at Jessica. He opened his mouth, but was stopped by a gentle touch of her finger on his lips. "Pay first." She said sternly. Kilgrave pouted, but turned to man reluctantly.
"Pay Jessica, what you owe her plus the cost of the window, and then stab yourself with a rusted screw when you get home." He barked out in an almost offhand manner before he turned back to Jessica. His brown eyes softened, ignoring the man who scrambled to write out a check, and he gently reached out to touch her wrist. His long fingers brushed her soft skin carefully, and Jessica shivered at the touch, her eyes flicking up to meet his.
"I'm fine." She murmured carefully, taking the check from the man distractedly. There was beat of silence as the man stepped out, the soft click of the door shutting breaking the silence. "Really, I am." She stressed, seeing his unconvinced look. He took her wrist with surprising tenderness, raising it to his lips to gently kiss before inspecting the bruises. Jessica watched, her eyes curious as Kilgrave stroked her wrist, his eyes still stormy with anger, but concerned for her. Kilgrave gently rose her wrist to his lips, pressing a kiss into the skin before kissing her palm and dropping her wrist to cup her cheek. Jessica couldn't help but twitch at this warm hand pressing against her cold cheek. She absently stuffed the check into her jeans pocket, feeling Kilgrave press a gentle kiss into her hair, his breaths stirring the dark strands as he tugged her close. Jessica remained still for a bit before stepping back, breaking the silence.
"We should clean this up." She gestured towards the broken window and piles of glass.
"We should?" Kilgrave cut in as Jessica stepped towards the mess. She turned to him, her brown eyes hardening sharply as she pulled the door open to collect the glass.
"Fine, I'll clean, you go get something to block this until I can get it fixed." She relented. Kilgrave blinked, lingering slightly as he watched her start her task before sliding on his shoes and shrugging on his plum colored suit jacket, buttoning it up.
"Fine." He sighed as he did this, pouting, his lips pursed in annoyance, but he didn't complain. He knew they did need to get something to block the window.
Jessica had just finished tossing the last piece of glass away when Kilgrave wandered up, a piece of cardboard tucked under his arm. She glanced up at the approaching footsteps, her eyes meeting his brown ones as he thrusted the piece of cardboard towards her, a faint scowl marring his brows.
"Here's your bloody cardboard." He grumbled, and Jessica raised a brow just slightly, staring into his eyes as she took the piece of cardboard.
"Was it that difficult?" She asked, and Kilgrave shrugged childishly as he moved to close the door behind him. Jessica shook her head, moving to lift the cardboard to shove it into the broken window. Kilgrave watched quietly as she forced it into place, waiting until she was done before slipping up behind her to hug her to his chest.
"We should go out to eat tonight." He mumbled, his tone calm, a meager suggestion.
"Are you ordering me, or suggesting?" Jessica shot back, though they both knew his powers didn't work on her. Reason why neither of them were sure. They both knew he was suggesting it, she just liked reminding him, seeing the flash of vague annoyance and barely controlled temper flare in his eyes and twist his lips.
"Suggesting it." He bit out, stepping back from her and shoving his hands into his pockets, watching her as she turned to face him. Jessica paused, watching the twitch in his jaw and the faint grind in his teeth. "We haven't been out to eat in a while. We could get Chinese." He suggested, a faint smirk curling at his lips as the reference of the night they met.
"Chinese sounds good." Jessica shrugged, heading to slide on her boots. "Come on." She added, shrugging on her leather jacket.
"So…" Kilgrave started, running his tongue over his teeth, his scarf wrapped around his neck tightly. Christ it was cold. His footsteps scuffled along the pavement, Jessica trailing beside him as they walked. "What did your little girlfriend want anyways?" He asked, a faint sneer in his tone as he thought of the woman-What was her name again? He didn't know. He felt Jessica glance towards him, and he turned his head to look at her. She looked cold, her nose a bit red, her hands shoved deeply into her leather jacket pockets, and her scarf wrapped tightly around her neck.
"She said she ran into some people, a couple apparently. Their daughter's missing." She said, her tone mildly annoyed. At what, Kilgrave had no idea. He nodded slightly as they came up to Jessica's apartment building.
"Names?" He asked casually, arching an eyebrow as he reached out for the door, holding it open for her.
"No idea. They're coming over tomorrow, apparently." Jessica answered, and Kilgrave nodded his head as he stepped in behind her, pulling his hands out of his pockets and following her to the elevator. He shifted, leaning back against the wall nearby as they stepped into the elevator. Kilgrave shifted, rocking on his heels as he watched Jessica, her body slouched against the wall across from him. He blinked, a slow smirk curling at his lips as he flicked his eyes up and down along her. He caught her gaze, one brow quirked curiously, her arms folding over her chest. "What?" She asked finally as the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open.
"Nothing." Kilgrave answered smoothly, his accent low as he stepped out. Jessica rolled her eyes following him quietly and starting to her office, brushing past him as he watched her move. He grinned, a small, silly little grin that irritated the hell out of Jessica, and followed her. "I can't admire the one person I love?" He asked, his tone casual, far too casual.
"I don't even know what your definition of love is." Jessica pointed out, and Kilgrave made a small noise. Well, yes, he supposed his idea of love was different than others.
"Mhm. Touché." He agreed as they stepped into her apartment. "But, know that I love you, I do watch television." He whispered, moving to grab her hand. Jessica turned, halted and looking up at him with a quirked brow. He gently tugged her close, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. He ignored her scoff of disbelief, raising his brows as he parted his lips. "What? Do you not believe me?" He asked gently, moving to stroke her cheek.
"Maybe I need some proof." She whispered, moving her lips to brush against his cheek. Kilgrave twitched, his arms tightening slightly around her waist.
"Do you now?" He whispered, leaning forward to brush their lips together. Jessica didn't answer, merely raising her hands to tug him forward, their lips pressing together roughly. They stumbled from the force of Jessica's tug, nearly crashing to the floor, though Kilgrave swiftly caught them against the wall, trapping her there. He smirked, moving to lightly kiss her neck, his lips brushing her pale skin softly.
"Bedroom?" He whispered, brushing a hand down her side gently, slipping his fingers under to brush the skin.
"Bedroom." She agreed, pulling him off down the hall.
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