Title: Aftermath

Summary: A girl from Jesse's past shows up after Jane's death. This is their story. Jesse/OC

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Breaking Bad nor am I making any money from the writing of this fanfiction. I do not own the rights to any lyrics written within this story either. Rated M for language and situations in later chapters. Read at your own digression.

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Jesse flipped open his phone and dialed Jane's number for the hundredth time, leaning back against the wall closest to the window. Hey if you're selling something I've got four words for ya - do not call list. However, if you're cool - leave it at the beep. Her perky voicemail filled his head as he stared out the window to the deserted street unblinking - watching as the last minute of daylight slipped past the horizon; casting darkness on ABQ - consuming him from the inside out.

Jane was dead.

He had mixed her last speedball and it had killed her.

Jesse snapped the phone shut quickly, sinking down onto the floor.

All those people on the planes that had crashed; dead because of him. A sob escaped him at the thought. He pulled his legs up into his chest, letting his grief wash over him - wrapping his arms around his knees tightly as he stared out the window with blurred vision, silent tears streaming down his face.

Combo was dead. Jane was dead. All the passengers from those planes, gone. He watched that good for nothing tweaker get his head smashed over nothing. His parents dreaded to even see him. His life was falling apart around him and he had no one except Mr. White who was too busy dealing with his own bullshit to give a damn about him.

Jesse buried his head in his arms at the thought; letting the darkness take him in.

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"It kills me not to know this, but I've all but just forgotten - what the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them. Seldom do these words ring true; when I'm constantly failing you and if this ain't love then how do we get out - 'Cause I don't know how..." (Savior - Rise Against)

Jesse lifted his head quickly as a sudden knock echoed through the empty house. He glanced outside noticing a lifted Jeep Wrangler now parked beneath the street light but there was no sign of anyone lurking around his house.

"Jesse?"

He froze in place, staring at the wooden door between him and a voice he would know anywhere.

"I know it's been a while, I just..."

Jesse opened the door slowly, staring at his company as if he'd seen a ghost. Becca Holt, the girl he had grown up with, known since he was two years old, taught to drive, fell in love with and walked away from seven years ago was standing before him in all her glory.

"What," His voice came out rough and barely audible as he cleared his throat and tried again. "What do you want, Becca?"

He instantly wished he would have said something else as he watched her blond hair fall past her shoulder as she looked down at her fingers and began to chew on her bottom lip like he had seen so many times in the past. After a moment she looked up at him again, meeting his matching blue eyes with her own. Becca was the first person he had ever loved and just like everything else in his life he had managed to fuck that up perfectly.

"Jane was in my psych class at CNM. She told me a few months ago she was dating "some guy named Jesse who wore baggy clothes and smoked a lot of weed."

"That could be anybody." He stated quietly, unable to take his eyes off her. She looked exactly the same as the last time he had seen her which brought back a flood of memories he just didn't have the brain power for right now.

"She said you told her your last name was Jackson but it was actually Pinkman. She called you a wanna be drug dealer."

His gaze fell at that, swallowing hard.

"I'm sorry, Jesse. I know it's been forever but I just wanted to check on you. Your mom said you lived here again and I just..." She frowned at him from across the threshold, stepping back on her heels to leave. Jesse's had never wanted to hit the meth pipe so hard in his life - mind racing as he finally found his words.

"I'm fine," He stated almost mechanically - unable to meet her eyes. It had probably been a mistake coming here but she couldn't sleep at night thinking about what he must be going through. They had kept their distance from one another for years but she knew him better than anyone - she knew that he couldn't look her in the eye when he was lying and that he would blame himself for Jane's death and whatever had happened because of it. She knew he was anything but fine.

"Fair enough. I'm sorry to bother you so late. I couldn't sleep and I saw a light on inside." She pointed to his house before lifting her hand in a small wave. "Bye, Jesse. Take care of yourself." Becca whispered before turning to take her leave. She made it nearly off the front porch before he called her name.

"Yo, Becca. You want to come inside or something? I can't sleep either."

Becca turned back to him and smiled, nodding as she made her way inside.

"That's when she said I don't hate you boy, I just want to save you while there's still something left to save." (Savior - Rise Against)

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