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Leave Out All the Rest

Last time…

"Huh? What? Sorry, I was having a flashback." Jason waited for Nicky to prod like Marie did, but realized that Nicky was not Marie. Unexpectedly, Jason's head started to throb uncontrollably.

"Jason? Jason? JASON!"

Chapter 2

Nicky quickly guided Jason to the couch and ran to the bathroom. She searched in all the cupboards for a towel but could find none. Damn it. Why had she not actually settled in? As she was about to leave the bathroom to get something, anything to soak in water, her eyes caught the towels sitting on the metal bars on the walls. She had been too occupied with searching for things where they wouldn't be. Curse the CIA, but there wasn't really time for that now. She quickly took a washcloth, drenched it in cold water, and brought it out. She held it against Jason's forehead after wiping the sweat that had formed.

Out of the blue, Jason broke out of his reverie and snapped his head toward Nicky. Nicky, startled, gave a little yelp and dropped the towel.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you Nic." Nicky, startled once more, looked into Jason's eyes, almost getting lost in his crystal clear blue orbs and managed to stutter out,

"What did you call me?"

"Nic…" Jason's eyebrows scrunched in concentration. "I…I...don't really know why. Sorry." Nicky tried her best to hide her crestfallen looks, but Jason was able to read her like a book before, and he sure hadn't lost his skills. "I remember a lot more now though, a lot more about…us." It still felt weird to him, saying the word 'us.'

"What do you remember now?" Nicky's voice was unenthusiastic; the lesson of not getting her hopes up had finally come through. The tone of Nicky's voice angered Jason.

"I'm trying my best here. I'm on the run all the same too. I just have the small addition of not being able to REMEMBER THREE-QUARTERS OF MY F-ING LIFE!" Jason's outburst shook Nicky. "I never should have come. You can have the house. There will be a death certificate on the kitchen counter tomorrow." And with that, Jason Bourne walked away from his key to sanity.

"Wait! Jason!" Nicky desperately tried to call him back, but when she opened the door he had slammed on his way out, he was no where to be seen. And for the fourth day in a row, she sat down on the sofa and cried. She felt lonely and cold. She already missed him after one minute of his departure. But then again, she had missed him for so many years before; she could live without him after this encounter. She tried to go to sleep, but her dreams were plagued with the memories of her and Jason. Sleep could and would not come. She ended up sitting on the sofa for the rest of the night.

A sound at the door snapped her back to reality. She reached for the pistol by her side that she kept hidden; however when she heard the security system granting access and all the locks opening, she was convinced it was only Jason. Her hand was still resting on her pistol just in case it wasn't.

Jason stepped into the house hoping that Nicky was asleep. It would make the chances of encountering her so much lower. As Nicky became confident it was Jason, her body acted on its own accord. She walked to the door, locked all the locks, and stood pressed firmly against it.

At the sound of movement, Jason immediately reached for his gun and aimed. He was surprised when he found it aimed at Nicky. Again. This happened too often. He sighed, lowered his arm, and left his death certificate on the kitchen counter like he said he would. Nicky watched his every move carefully, wishing he would take longer. That way she could realize what she was doing standing against a locked door - if Jason wanted to get out, he could easily force his way out. But it was Jason she was talking about, the quick and efficient man.

Jason strode over to the door, looked Nicky straight in the eye, and with no emotion in his voice said,

"Move." Nicky kept eye contact with him while suddenly realizing how close their bodies were. Jason seemed to realize too as he took a step back.

"No." It came out barely audible, but it still sounded too loud to her ears. "I mean…I…" Nicky trailed off, unsure what to say. She wasn't sure who she was talking to. Was it her Jason or was it the cold man? "I'm sorry. You should stay. It's still dark out." She sounded like an idiot, and they both knew it. If there was an opportune moment to run away, it was at night.

"No. Now move. I have a life." Nicky's wall broke. She was tired of everything. She was tired of running, tired of fighting herself, tired of fighting him, tired of fighting them. She unconsciously moved from the door and sunk to the floor. She curled up in a ball with her legs bent in front of her and her head resting on her knees. The tears that she thought she no longer had came back and paved their way down her cheeks.

Jason's heart went out to Nicky. He wasn't even sure he had a heart until then, but he felt it breaking as her sobs racked her whole body. It pained him to think that it was his fault that she was like this – fragile, vulnerable. He didn't know what he was actually doing until he was sitting down beside her, arm around her shoulders, and her head leaning against him crying. The situation was oddly familiar but foreign at the same time. The new flood of memories that had come to him earlier that day had contained a scene of them like this. She was crying because he had to leave and had no clue whether or not he would return. The sobs were quieting and when they finally stopped, he started to get up, ready to leave, when he realized she was asleep. His old memories told him that her sleep was troubled, for she was not sleeping like the way she normally did in his company. He sighed for the last time that day and held her until he too fell asleep.

The sun shone through the windows eventually reaching the two bodies sleeping on the floor. Jason woke and was about to stretch when he realized his body was tangled with Nicky's. He sighed; it had become a habit. His arm which was around Nicky's waist was being gripped by Nicky's hand while her other hand was next to her face on his chest. Their legs were intertwined like a Twizzler. Jason took the time to study the girl in his arms. For once, he was not only studying her facial expression and body language. He had just finished observing the angle that the sun hit her face when she stirred.

When Nicky was waking up, she was momentarily disoriented and afraid. She was about to start screaming or help when she realized she was sleeping tangled with Jason. She quickly withdrew her hand that was holding onto his arm and ran it through her hair. She then tried to move to a standing position, but it was like walking with her shoelaces tied together as she had never bothered to unravel their legs.

Jason's instincts kicked in and he caught her in his arms. They stood in that position for what seemed like eternity until Jason broke eye contact and the silence by freeing his legs, placing Nicky on her feet, and saying the words Nicky were dreading.

"I should go. You'll never see me again."

"NO! Don't go. Please. With an M&M on top." Nicky knew that Jason hated cherries because most of his medication was flavored after the fruit, but she only hoped he would too since she would have seemed like an idiot saying "M&M" instead of "cherry."

Jason gave a small smile. The things that he now remembered after this one day were amazing. He had spent so many years searching for answers about his job in the past life, focusing on the assassin part but never focusing on him being a lover to someone. He had never even thought of the possibility of it until he talked to Nicky that fateful day in the café.

Nicky smiled back in response and felt happy inside because he remembered that much more. She timidly whispered as if she was scared her words would break the moment,

"What else do you remember?" She watched Jason closely as he was making up his mind to either leave, talk and stay, talk and leave, or just stay. He finally decided to talk. He would make his mind up about staying or leaving after. It all depended on how the conversation went.

"I think close to everything. I remember that we used to go to Starbucks all the time and that you drank Caramel Macchiato. I remember you hated fast food because it was too 'inconsiderate.' I remember that you especially loved dark chocolate and strawberries but hated chocolate-covered strawberries. I remember traveling with you. I remember when you reorganized my apartment and changed all my shampoo and body wash to strawberry scents. I remember the times you stayed overnight at my place and how half the time you wore all my clothes." At the last statement Nicky blushed, hoping it would slip by Jason's dissecting eyes, but it was Jason. Barely anything went unnoticed even if it wasn't in his line of sight. Jason cocked an eyebrow and gave a slight smirk. She blushed even harder.

"Oh…that's a lot." Jason was about to make a smart comment, but both of their stomachs growled. "We-I-uh…Food?" Nicky wasn't sure what the subject of that question was supposed to be. Jason pondered the idea for a while, toying with it in his mind.

"Sure. Let's go."

"I have to get ready." Nicky paused, and Jason looked at her expectantly. "Other than this set of clothes I have pajamas." She looked at Jason, and he seemed…amused?

"I have your favorite hoodie in the car. No one can tell you're wearing the same jeans. Still remember your Spanish? Vamanos." Jason took one step out the front door and quickly turned about and pushed Nicky back into the house.

AN: I was going to upload the chapter yesterday afternoon except it wasn't letting me. [ . Reviews are very nice