I ONLY OWN JANE. SET AFTER SEASON FOUR, BUT A/U. THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO A GIRL NAMED MOLLY. YOU HAD A HAND IN MAKING SOMEONE I CARE ABOUT WHO THEY ARE. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. IT ONLY SEEMS FITTING TO DEDICATE THIS STORY TO YOU TODAY. REMEMBER, FIVE REVIEWS GETS YOU A NEW CHAPTER.

Jane sighed as she finished putting away her few clothes. She couldn't believe what had happened. The job went bad and now she was hiding out in a small town named charming until the heat died down. At least the place was nice. She had stayed in worse places. And the real plus was she was able to put her punching bag on the small patio. She decided to get in a workout to get rid of her access energy.

THREE HOURS LATER.

Jane was covered in sweat. The whole time she was working out she could feel eyes on her. Even that did not change the tunnel vision that comes with bag time. The comfort of the sound of her hands solidly hitting the bag, over and over, the way her mind could just go on auto pilot, not focusing on anything but the bag in front of her, not even her neighbor watching her the whole time. He was over six feet with curly black hair and crazy looking blue eyes. Jane was a sucker for a good pair of blue eyes.

She knew she would have to keep an eye on him. She couldn't afford to mess up and have them find her. Her shoulders ached with the effort of the last punches; it was time to stop for the day. Jane walked back into the apartment to have a nice hot shower. After her shower she was sitting on the couch watching a horror movie.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Jane made her way over to the door, stopping to get her gun. Jane opened the door a crack and saw it was her crazy eyed neighbor. "What?" She snapped. His eyebrows raised almost into his hairline. "I was just wondering if you had any sugar." He asked while staring at her chest. Just what she fucking needed….the asshole from next door? Ya blue eyes…shit.

Jane raised an eyebrow. "No, I don't have any sugar. And there's no way I'm going to invite you in for a drink so you can try to get into my pants." She told him. His eyes almost bugged out of his head. He was clearly not used to being rejected by women. "Look this has been fun and all but you're making me miss my movie so..." Jane said slamming the door shut in his face.

Tig stood there stunned for a few minutes, trying to get his head around what had just happened. He had been rejected by a woman. That never ever happened to him. He considered himself a ladies man. He prided himself on it. Every woman he had ever met, he had been able to charm them in a matter of minutes. Tig didn't like this feeling at all. Fuck, was he loosing his touch?

He walked back his apartment with a huff and looked at the Kool-Aid on the counter and walked past it and plopped down on his couch and stared angrily at the T.V. Some stupid horror movie was playing. He was tired, but didn't want to go to bed. He didn't want to drink, because that just let his head go to a very dark place. If he went to bed, he knew he would have nightmares of Donna and that innocent woman at the Cafe. He hadn't been sleeping well at all. He felt like everything bad he had ever done in his life was about to catch up to him. Why is it always the wrong woman, what is up with these bitches anyway…?

AROUND THREE A.M.

Tig was finally having a good night's sleep for the first time in a long time. Not a single nightmare. Suddenly he heard an ear-piercing scream. His hand automatically reached for his gun and he slowly made his way through his quiet apartment. He heard the scream again and knew it was coming from the ice queen's apartment. He briefly considered just going back to bed but she screamed again and for some reason he felt his heart clench. He had done a lot of bad things in his life, but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if someone had broken into her apartment.

He slowly and quietly made his way to his door and opened it. Her door frame was still intact. "They might have slipped in through her window." He thought. Tig tried the doorknob and was surprised to find it unlocked.

He quietly opened the door and slipped in. The apartment was clean and she only had a couch and a TV in the living room. He was slowly making his way to the bedroom when she screamed again. He threw the bedroom door open and saw her laying on the bed.

She was all twisted in the sheets and thrashing around. It was clear she was having a very violent nightmare. Tig sighed and set his gun down. He made his way over to her and grabbed her shoulder and shook her lightly to wake her up. It worked but not in the way he hoped. Her eyes slammed open and she looked up at him.

Then the badness happened. She punched him in the face hard. When he staggered back she flipped herself up and started punching him in the face. When he moved his hands to protect his face, the body shots started. He started yelling " Stop it! What the fuck is wrong with you?" That seemed to snap her out of whatever trance she was in. She slowly lowered her fists and walked around him slowly to turn on the light.

" Blue eyes?" She asked in confusion. "What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" She asked him. "Well I was asleep in mine and I heard some crazy bitch screaming like someone was killing her so I came over here to help you. Then you started attacking me." Jane immediately felt like shit. Maybe she had misjudged him. He did come over her to help her. Of course the only danger here was her nightmares, but he came not knowing if she was being horribly murdered. Not many people would do that for a stranger. Let alone for a stranger that was horrible to them the first time they spoke.

"Shit. I'm sorry. Let me clean you up." She offered, walking to the bathroom and getting the first aid kit. As she cleaned his cuts, She got a good look at him. He clearly worked out. He had a nice flat stomach and his arms were huge. His eyes were the bluest she had ever seen.

Tig finally got a good look at his new neighbor. She had short back hair and almond shaped eyes that strangely looked purple. She caught him staring and said " Birth defect. Doctors never figured out why my eyes are purple." She said as she gently cleaned a cut above his eye. "I'm really sorry I attacked you. I don't do well in strange new places for a couple days." She explained as she put a butterfly bandage over his eyebrow. "Nah. Don't worry about it doll. I can only imagine what you were thinking when you woke up with a strange man hovering over you." He said, wincing slightly as she cleaned his busted cheek.

"well from now I will try to keep it down. I'm soundproofing the room tomorrow, so you won't have to hear me scream if I have a nightmare. " She said as she helped him up and they walked out of her bedroom. "Since I busted up your face I feel like I should buy you a drink later today." She said as they walked to her door. As she opened her door to let him out, an idea hit him.

"You should come to the clubhouse tonight. We have parties every Friday." He said. She looked unsure. Tig suddenly realized that he didn't know her name. He stuck his hand out and said " Tig." She looked at him in confusion. "It's my name doll." He said with a laugh. Jane raised an eyebrow. " That can not be your real name. What's your real name?" She asked. Tig sighed and debated. "Alex." He finally said.

Jane smiled. "Damn. She has a beautiful smile." Tig thought. "Jane. " She said shaking his hand. " So about the party?" Jane shrugged. Why the hell not. What time? " I'll be here at ten to pick you up. " Tig told her walking back in his apartment. Just as his door shut he re-opened it and walked into her apartment and right into her bedroom. As he came out Jane raised her eyebrow. "Forgot my gun." He said holding it up and putting the safety back on. "See you at ten doll-face." He said walking into his apartment and before the door closed his head poked out and he said " And you may want to consider locking your door." He said as he closed his door.

PARTY TIME

Jane was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a black ribbed tank top. She pulled on her steel toed boots just as Tig walked in. "Really? You do remember what happened last time, right?" She snarked. Tig smirked. "I figured it was OK since you're awake." He said, Plopping down on the couch next to her.

Jane simply smiled at him and stood up and walked towards the door. "We going or what?" She asked over her shoulder. "You're not going to change?" Tig asked her. Jane stopped dead in her tracks and slowly turned around. "And what's wrong with what I have on?" She asked crossing her arms. Tig swallowed nervously and stood up. "Nothing." He almost stuttered out. "Let's go." Jane raised an eyebrow but followed him out to his bike.

Jane could tell when they were getting closer to the party. She could smell a grill going and hear loud voices. As they got off the bike and walked in, Jane could see why he asked her if she was going to change. Most of the women in here barely had anything on. Jane walked over to the bar and waited for the guy to walk over so she could get the beer she owed Tig.

She felt a guy run a hand down her back and spank her ass hard. Jane slowly turned around and saw a guy with a shaved head and almost black eyes eyeing her. "Problem?" She asked him. He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. The problem is you're not on your knees." he smirked at her. Jane felt her blood boil. "And why should I be? I don't even know you." The guy looked pissed now. He raised his hand to backhand her. Jane grabbed his hand in mid-swing and spun him around, pressing his hand into his back.

"Since you're not going to tell me who you are, I'll tell you who I am. My name is Jane Angel." She said letting go of his arm. He spun around, his face pale and slowly raised his hands. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in town." Jane smiled a creepy smile. "Seems you have me at a disadvantage. You know who I am but I have no idea who you are." Jane said grabbing a beer. " Name's Happy." He said. Jane spit out her beer. " No fucking way. Do you know how famous you are in my circle? I gotta get a picture with you or he's never gonna believe me." Jane pulled her cell phone and stood next to Happy and snapped a quick picture and sent it to the guy that taught her everything she knew. Too bad he was living in Boston as a part of a crew.

She would be there but two retrieval specialists on the same crew never worked out. She should go to Boston just to visit him. She missed him. She hadn't seen him in almost two years. She made her mind up and decided to go to Boston tomorrow. Good thing she had several aliases that no one knew about. She really missed him.