I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters…
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It's been a little while since I posted…busy, busy. I have been trying to keep up with all the good stuff everyone else is posting though. I decided to write this after reading KeepSaying's Remembrance story. It was sooo good, it inspired me to write Kurt's version. Hope you like it.
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Jane looked at the man that meant everything to her and wanted to cry. Her heart was filled with love, but the expression on his face as he looked back showed no emotion. She was a stranger to him. The Zip that coursed through his veins ensured that he didn't know her and he might never remember. The loving expression in his eyes when he looked at her was gone.
She'd always wondered if he'd fallen in love with her because he thought she was Taylor or because she was Jane. Guess she was about to find out.
"Who are you?" Kurt demanded his gun held steady on her.
"I'm Jane," She took a deep breath. "You're wife."
The skepticism in his eyes told her what he thought of that.
"You're lying." He accused her.
"Look at your finger," Jane implored him, not moving.
Kurt looked down and when his eyes saw the ring she was referring to his eyes jerked back up to hers.
"That's not possible," He insisted, taking a step back away from her.
"Why?" She almost didn't want to know.
He didn't answer, but the gun he was holding began to lower slowly.
"I…" He tried before shaking his head in confusion.
"Put down the gun," Jane encouraged, "We'll help you."
He looked down at the vest she was wearing.
"You're FBI?" He might know her, but he knew what the FBI was.
"So are you," Jane said gently. Now was definitely not the time to go into the explanation that she was a former terrorist and consultant.
Kurt glanced down at the vest he was still wearing and the gun lowered all the way.
"What's going on?" He finally demanded.
"You were given a mind altering drug," Jane explained, "You can't remember who you are, but we know. We want to help you."
Kurt looked past her to where Reade and Tasha stood watching him with varying degrees of heartbreak.
"Who gave me this drug?" Kurt might not be pointing the gun at her any longer, but Jane knew him well enough to stay right where she was.
"The man we're here to arrest," Jane explained, "His name is Roman."
"Roman," Kurt repeated and Jane held her breath hoping Kurt would show some type of memory, but there was nothing.
"Jane," Tasha warned her.
Jane knew they were exposed and Roman was still out there. It was unlikely that he'd kill them when he knew what he'd already done would hurt her so much more, but she couldn't depend on that.
"We need to take cover," Jane urged Kurt, "Roman's still out there. We don't know what else he might do."
Kurt looked at her before he nodded his compliance.
Jane moved toward him as quickly as she dared, but when she reached for his weapon, he jerked it out of her grasp.
"No," He denied, "I keep that."
Jane looked up and met his eyes before she nodded her consent.
Kurt turned toward the closest building, but before Jane could follow after him, there was a sound of a shot. She felt the impact, but her real and only concern was keeping Kurt safe. She stumbled into his back but she knew she wasn't tall enough to offer him cover, so she used her momentum to bring him down with her.
He might not remember who he was, but he certainly maintained his reflexes. Jane found herself on the ground, the wind knocked out of her. Kurt's gun pressed against her. She didn't try to negotiate with him. She knew she didn't have time. Before he realized her intent, Jane went to disarm him. His automatic reaction resulted in the wound to her arm. She ignored the pain and once the gun was removed, she flipped him over and attempted to cover him.
It was only then that Kurt realized what was happening. He looked up into the beautiful face of the woman that claimed to be his wife and his heart beat harshly against his chest. He realized that she was speaking to someone else before he realized that he could hear her voice in his ear.
"Snipper, 2 o'clock, roof." She warned the team.
"Are you hit?" Another voice demanded.
Jane grimaced and took a shuttering breath before looking over at where he'd shot her.
"Just a graze," Jane assured them.
Kurt turned his head and the sight of the blood that soaked the sleeve of her shirt made the world begin to spin too fast. Suddenly, he was in another time and place. She'd been shot in the arm then too…his body flooded with adrenaline and his arm came around her and he pulled her more tightly against him before he scooted back until they were both safely out of line of sight from the shooter. It was only at that moment that he believed that she was actually his wife. His eyes were glued to her wound and his stomach cramped when he realized what he'd done.
"Are you okay?" Jane demanded, her eyes trained on the building at their 2 o'clock.
"I'm fine," Kurt said his voice echoing his shock, "I shot you…"
"It's just a graze," Jane dismissed, "I've had worse."
This said so much about the woman that he married that Kurt could only stare at her in disbelief.
"Let me see it," Kurt might not consciously remember her, but every fiber of his being wanted nothing more than to attend to her wound.
"Stay down," Jane worried, "I'll live."
"He's on the move," The male voice came back over the earpiece he'd noticed earlier.
"Where?" Jane demanded.
"He's heading for the subway." The female voice advised.
"We can't let him get there," Jane worried, "We'll never find him. I'm closest. I need someone to cover Kurt."
"I'm on it," The male assured her.
Before he could protest, the woman that claimed to be his wife looked over at him with an expression that was full of love and concern.
"Wait here," Jane insisted, her hand briefly caressing his cheek, before she sprinted off.
"Wait!" Kurt knew the others didn't realize that blood was all but pouring from her wound.
Before he could follow after her, a large man joined him.
"She's wounded!" Kurt argued.
"She's tough," The man assured him, "We need to get you off the street."
"No," Kurt argued, "You need to help her. I'll be fine."
"Not happening," Reade denied, "She trusts me to watch out for you. I'm not letting her down."
"Then I'm going," Kurt was determined.
"You're a liability to her right now," Reade said bluntly, "She could have died trying to shield you. Let her go after him, knowing that I'm keeping you safe. That's the best help I can give her."
Kurt processed what the man said before reluctantly nodding his compliance.
The man placed a steading hand on his shoulder before motioning him to follow him.
Kurt reluctantly did.
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Jane sprinted for the subway, her heart pounding too fast. She knew it wasn't doing anything for her wound, but there was no way she could steady it after everything that just happened.
Kurt had been Zipped. That thought totally consumed her. She'd feared all along that she would have to one day hunt down Roman. One day kill her brother. Now she wanted to kill him. On one hand, Roman had received a dose of Zip and eventually remembered everything, but Jane didn't know how much he had given Kurt. Was this amnesia only temporary, or was it permanent?
She'd left Kurt so long ago, so that he could stay and be with his daughter. She hadn't wanted him to miss any of those precious moments. Her first smile, first words, first steps. He'd been there when she turned one. He Skyped her several times a week and visited her once and sometimes twice a month. All of that was lost. He might have been here for those milestones, but he wouldn't remember them. Wouldn't remember her.
He also wouldn't remember Taylor. She had been such a defining event in his life. Would forgetting her change him on some fundamental level? Would the burden of her death and Father's lies being taken away make him a more open person? Very few people had ever gotten past the walls he had around his heart, protecting him. With those walls gone…
She pushed aside her fear and tried to concentrate on finding Roman. She needed answers and he was the only one that could give them to her.
She caught a glimpse of him and ran faster. Down the steps that lead to the subway, her eyes ran across the platform looking for his familiar form. She didn't see him. Frustrated she sprinted toward the rails, knowing that the train would arrive too soon.
Her first clue to what happened wasn't that she saw him. She finally noticed that everyone on the platform was looking up the tracks and talking in excited voices. She could see the light of the train coming, but knew if she waited for it to pass, Roman would be gone. When she dropped onto the tracks a collective scream seemed to reverberate around the enclosed space.
She ran toward the coming train, determined not to lose him. As it drew near, her eyes scanned the shadows, looking for a familiar face. It wasn't until the very last moment that she sought shelter next to a small maintenance cabinet. She burrowed into the small space and braced herself from being pulled underneath the train by the suction as it passed.
"Jane what is your location?" Tasha demanded from the platform.
"I'm on the tracks," Jane all but screamed over the noise.
"But…the train is on the tracks," Tasha said faintly.
"So is Roman, but I can't find him." Jane called back.
"Jane! You're going to get yourself killed." Tasha said frantically.
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Kurt heard their exchange and adrenalin began to flood his system. That wasn't going to happen. He looked over at the man who was looking every bit as concerned as he felt and pushed passed him to head toward the subway.
"Kurt," Reade protested.
"She's my wife," Kurt reminded him. He might not remember her, but the pain inside his chest was undeniable.
Reade relented. Passing him back his weapon he led the way.
They reached the platform just as the train was stopping.
"Where's Jane?" Reade demanded as Kurt looked around with a clenched jaw.
"I don't know," Tasha had to admit, looking at Kurt in concern. "She said she was on the tracks and the train came it…there's not a lot of room in the tunnel."
"Stop this train from leaving," Kurt said, the authority in his voice familiar, even if the look he gave them showed no signs of recognition.
Reade didn't waste time arguing.
As he moved away, Kurt looked over at Tasha, "You know what this guy looks like?"
"Yeah," She pulled out a phone and showed him a picture of Roman.
"Let's search the train," Kurt suggested, "Keep an eye out for Jane."
It was almost tragically funny Tasha realized as she followed after the man she knew didn't know her, but she still trusted him with her life. He might not remember who he was, or who they were, but you couldn't deny he was still the decisive take charge alpha male they all loved. She didn't know if that was going to make all of this easier or harder somehow.
They were a little over half way down the train, when Kurt saw Jane outside the window. Tasha drew in a harsh breath when she realized just how closely the train had passed to where Jane was barely secure. Kurt hit the door release and looked over at her.
"Are you okay?" He demanded harshly.
Jane looked up in surprise before she nodded her assent.
"Can you squeeze over here?" Tasha shouted. Jane's Coms were down.
Jane squeezed her way over to the door and Weller grabbed her hand to help pull her up. As he did he couldn't help but look at the ring on her finger. The satisfaction and surge of possessiveness took him by surprise. Once she was standing next to him, she expected him to release her, but instead he pulled her into the shelter of his body. She looked up in shock. Had her begun to remember?
The eyes that met hers were still vague, but there was something else there she couldn't identify.
"We need to stop the bleeding." He worried.
She looked over at where the blood from her arm had begun to drip onto the floor. He was right. She was losing too much blood.
"You were shot!" Tasha took her arm to look for herself.
"It's nothing," Jane insisted, but her head was becoming light and her legs were becoming heavy. She couldn't afford to pass out now, she needed to find Roman. She needed to know how much Zip Kurt had been given. Even as she fought it, her legs finally gave out.
Kurt lowered her gently to the floor. He looked at her pale face and the image flashed before him of her in a duffle bag. She appeared dead and it was Tasha that stemmed the flow of blood and called for an ambulance.
Holding a woman he couldn't remember in a place he didn't know should have made him retreat, but he knew he wasn't going anywhere. He might not remember her, but his heart seemed to at the rate it was beating and his arms did, because they weren't letting go. He didn't know anything, but he didn't know without a doubt that this woman was somehow necessary. Looking down into her still face he pulled her more tightly against him. She was his wife…