That pain you feel? The one that is unrelenting, unforgiving? It's always there, nestled in the deepest part of your soul, your mind, and surges through your body like an electrical current. Or, at least that's how it feels for me, and god does it burn. Perhaps it's guilt. Maybe it's just life throwing everything it's got right at me, but, thing is? I won't stop moving, not until the pain is gone.

"Jessica. Jessica, it's Costa open the door! I know you are in there" Every time his fist met the thick paned glass of her front door, it echoed in her mind louder than she wished for. Each and every sound of his gruff voice, clawing into the flesh of her brain.

Slowly, her eyes lazed open, the blurred furniture of her apartment coming into focus as she would sit up with a low groan. How the hell did she even get home? Feeling a slight breeze, her head glanced to the side to see that her window had been opened, "Why the hell did I come through my window?" Her question directed to herself.

Upon hearing the knock, she pulled on her pants and shirt before narrowing her eyes "For Christ sake hold on!" Moving to the front door did she pull it open and glare at Costa, whom let out a long drawn out sigh.

"Christ Jones, you look like shit"

"Yeah? And your fat. Now why the hell are you here so early?"

Raising a brow Costa let himself in and moved to pull the blinds up in her apartment, making her squint in discomfort "Early? Jones, its damn near noon"

Discarding that fact she would shrug and move over to the shelf to grab herself a bottle of bourbon and popped it open taking a few swigs before turning back to him.

"Doesn't explain why you were pounding on my door"

"I kept calling you, you wouldn't answer. So, I texted, and again, no response, so I dropped by"

"Get to the point, what do you want?"

She leaned against her desk, setting the bottle to the side for now, and gave him her full attention, not that she cared, she just wanted him out of her apartment. Reaching into his jacket he set down a file and opened it up. The contents inside contained grisly photographs, several victims left dead, their bodies mutilated.

"There have been quite a few murders, and I can't help but feel like there's more to them"

"So? I'm a P.I, not a fucking detective"

"Jones a lot of people scared out there. If this is another super or, gifted person, then you're the only one who can help"

"Forget it, I want nothing to do with it so just get out"

"So you don't want to at least try? Why not?"

Her eyes began to brim lightly, but she wouldn't dare cry in front of him. With a cold expression and angry tone she turned to look at him.

"Why not? Why should I? Anything I have ever done has come back to bite me in the ass!"

"That's not true"

"The hell it isn't! When Kilgrave came back, he manipulated so many victims, he manipulated the entire police force, made them hold guns to their heads! When I got involved? It was all pointed to me, that I, was somehow responsible. The same, for Hope. You remember Hope? Kilgrave made her kill her parents, then she killed herself!"

"We didn't know about any of that until it was too late, we didn't know what he was capable of, we tried to…"

"No! Bullshit, I tried to tell you people what the hell that monster was capable of. What he could do, and just like the others, you chose not to believe until that day in the station! That is your fault! Not mine!"

"Jessica…please calm down. Alright, so we fucked up who hasn't? This time we are aware of what's going on, all we need is your help."

He moved away from her and towards the door, as he opened it he took in a slow breath and spoke once more "It's your choice in whether or not you want to help stop this maniac. Just remember though, I did ask for your help"

As the door shut, she couldn't help but clench her fists even tighter. Was he trying to make her feel guilty? That if she didn't help she would be responsible for whatever would happen next? Sitting at the desk, she took the bottle and took several long drinks before setting it down, she exhaled sharply and just stared at the file. Was there really another killer out there? If so, was Costa, right? Was this person like her? Like her mother?

There were to many possibilities, to many questions, ones she really didn't want to find the answers too, at least for now. When another knock came at the door she put her head down on the desk with a groan.

"Go away dammit, we're closed"

"I brought you some Chinese. Wanted to make sure you were okay from last night"

Lifting her head did she glance towards the door "Oscar?"

When the door opened, she felt somehow relieved to see him standing there, but at the same time wondered what it was he saw in her, she wondered it all the time. "So, are you okay?"

"I will be when this headache goes away"

"Some food will help."

"So, what exactly happened last night?"

"You don't remember?"

"I remember climbing through my window"

Oscar gave a light chuckle and pointed to his head, there had been a small bump over it, making her gasp a bit. Moving from the chair, did she stand in front of him "God, I'm sorry. I don't even know why I hit you."

"You called me from the bar, you were pretty gone. I tried to carry you inside, take the bottle from you and you hit me with it, then jumped up to your window."

"God, I'm such an asshole to you"

"Yeah, but you're a hot one"

There was that sense of humor she loved about him, that smile? It just made her worries go away. Though when she had just realized that about him, it scared her, she couldn't let him so close, he would only get hurt.

"Jess? What's wrong?"

She was crying, she hadn't realized it till his hands rested against her cheeks, his thumbs gently brushing away the tears that had fallen. "You should go."

"Do you want me to come back later?"

"No. I mean you should just stay away from me"

"Jessica. You know I can't do that. "

"Yeah, I know. I know. Because you care about me"

"No. Because I love you"

Instantly, she froze, her body just couldn't move, she couldn't move. She loved him too and that is what worried her more than anything. She began to cry more, and as his lips met her own, she couldn't help but kiss him back. All the feelings she had were solely for him, he took everything she had to fear away, something nobody else could do, not even with Luke.

There was something about Oscar, the way he just made her feel so damn human. He didn't care she was "gifted" he didn't care what she could do. He only saw her. Her arms snaked up his back as her fingers laced through his hair.

"I love you too…that's why, you should stay away…please"

Her words heard between each kiss, yet he only moved closer, until her back met the wall, his lips at her neck as his hands trailed up along her sides. "No. I may not have strength, or powers, but I can give you my heart, all you have to do it let me in"

God the way he made her feel, she never wanted someone as much as she wanted Oscar, it wasn't just about the lust, or the sex, he just made her feel so damn vulnerable. Okay, so the sex was great too, but still no other man made her come undone.

Her hands found the hem of his shirt which she easily pulled up and over his head, tossing it to the side, her nails lightly dragging along his broad shoulders, fingers trailing over and along his chiseled chest.

"What if something happens? What if you get hurt?"

"Your worth the risk. Besides, you can't spend your life alone, you need love, just like everyone else does. You deserve to be happy, and I want to give those things to you"

He didn't need to say anything else, he didn't have too. With Oscar, everything felt safe, and he didn't need powers to do it either. Tossing her shirt to the side, she pulled Oscar with her to the bed, everything faded around her, all that mattered was him.

All we have in life are moments. Sometimes those moments can last, what seems forever, other times? They're gone before you know it. This moment? I'll take it and hold onto it for as long as I can. Even if at some point I have to leave these moments behind? At least I'll have the memory.