Author's Note: This story picks up right after the ending of Season 4 Episode 8. I'm sure the show won't turn out anything like this but my imagination created this tale overnight.

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Their fight was fast and furious until it wasn't. Kurt watched as Remi's reactions became less fluid. Watched as her strikes began to slow. Instead of taking advantage, he slowed down as well. He didn't want to hurt her. After all, she was the basis of Jane, and he still saw glimmers of Jane in Remi's actions. The biggest being that Remi had had multiple occasions to kill him and she hadn't been able to do it.

He continued to watch as her movements began to have quick pauses between them. She was starting to lose both her concentration and her coordination. He noticed she would occasionally close her eyes for a split second and shake her head. When blood began to drip from her nose he took several steps away from her.

"Enough, Remi. Enough."

She looked directly at him, her eyes glazed with pain, and sat down abruptly. She pulled her gun from her waistband and pointed it at him. He mirrored her actions minus the gun. If someone had told him several months back that he and his wife would be sitting five feet apart from one another, while she held a gun on him, he wouldn't have believed it. Of course Remi both was and wasn't his wife. But without her there was no Jane. If she let herself die, so did Jane.

"You need help, Remi. Don't shake your head at me. You know you do. You also know that I'll do everything I can to keep you alive. Only a few people know that you aren't Jane anymore, which means you can continue to pretend to be her, and we can use the resources of the FBI to help you."

Remi didn't think she had it in her to continue pretending to be Jane. It seemed like time was speeding up and pushing her to the end of the race. She didn't want to die until she'd finished the mission Sandstorm had sent her on. Not just for herself but for the brother who had already become a sacrifice to the end goal. Trying to pretend to be Jane would just take up more of her precious time.

She didn't realize Kurt had crouched directly in front of her until his hand gently closed around her chin and tilted her face up. He'd found some tissues somewhere and was gently dabbing at the blood that was continuing to drip from her nose. When the blood finally began to clot off, he put the tissues aside and brushed her hair back from her forehead.

"Let me help you. Let us help you. Patterson found a procedure that can buy you more time. I wouldn't lie to you about something this important. It's experimental, but Roman thought it was worth trying, or he wouldn't have included it in the cache of data Patterson and Rich found."

Roman had loved her. Even when he was at odds with Jane, he'd still been trying to come up with a way to save her. Just thinking about him being gone hurt. She'd missed so much time with him because of this plan. Now all she had left was the hallucination of him and he wasn't exactly the same as she remembered. She didn't know if that was because he had changed, while she'd had no memory of him, or if it was because he was just a portion of her own personality wearing Roman's face.

She'd always been the harder of the two of them. The one more focused on survival in order to achieve the end goal. The one who'd made the hard choices. Now she found herself between a rock and a hard place again. She could choose to move forward with the plan, until she collapsed and died, but it was becoming increasingly clear that death wouldn't take long to find her. Or she could take the risk and hope that the team could help her. Well, not really help her, but help Jane.

Ultimately there was only one choice for her to make as she felt the days without sleep, and the weariness from constant pain, catching up to her. She leaned forward into Kurt and his hand removed the gun from her grasp before pulling her head against his shoulder. He rocked her gently for a few minutes and she allowed her body to relax. It was soothing to have someone watch out for her solely because they cared. Even when she'd been a kid Shepherd had never done so. She and Roman had always been a means to an end for her. Not that she hadn't cared in her own way, but there was always an ulterior motive to every action she took.