Chapter 2- Life or Death

Jesse got up off the floor after about an hour of crying and went to his bedroom. When he got there he opened the window, sat on his bed, and grabbed his bowl and his bag of weed out of the drawer of his nightstand. He put some of the weed into his bowl, lit it, and took a long draw from it. As he blew the smoke out of his mouth he watched it make it's way out of the window and pollute the outside air. Then he focused on the warmness it left in his lungs. He could feel it moving through his body. Just then his phone started ringing. He grabbed it out of his pocket to see who it was.

"Great. Just what I needed right now." He said sarcastically.

He huffed loudly and opened up the phone.

"What is it, Mr. White?" He made sure his voice sounded like he didn't want to be talking to him right now.

"Jesse, where are you?!" Walt yelled.

"What do you mean? I told you I would be spending the day with Jane." Jesse replied, frustrated.

"Yeah, well, come over to my house. I need you." Walt said, sounding impatient.

"Why?" Jesse asked, again making sure he sounded as annoyed as possible.

"Just, come over. Please."

"Whatever. I'll be there in a few minutes." Jesse hung up.

Jesse went outside and made his way to his car. Before leaving he looked to see if Jane was outside. She wasn't there. He closed his eyes for a second then started driving. He was worried about her but he didn't want to go inside her apartment and check on her, he was scared of what he might see. It was too painful for him to even think about, so he blasted loud music on his radio and sped away.

"It's me, Mr. White." Jesse knocked on his door.

Walt opened the curtain slightly and peeked through the window next to the door. After confirming that it was Jesse he opened the door and welcomed him inside.

"Paranoid much?" Jesse asked as he stepped inside.

"Jesse, let's go talk over here," Walt said as he led Jesse over to the couch in the middle of his living room.

"What's up?" Jesse questioned.

"It's Gus. He's trying to replace me. I think he's going to kill me," Walt said so calmly that Jesse was unsure that he had heard him right.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Jesse asked, confused. "Gus isn't.. he wouldn't- I don't think he would do that."

"Jesse, this is a hardcore criminal we're talking about here. We can't underestimate him.."

Jesse raised his eyebrows and thought for a second.

"Yeah, but, who would he even replace you with? You're Heisenberg," Jesse said, drawing out the word Heisenberg. After all, he was a legend in the city of Albuquerque. That is, for meth heads and for the DEA.

"Can't you see it?" Walt remarked as if it was obvious. "He's trying to get you to take over. He's started watching you and making sure you know what to do without me."

Jesse was silent for a few seconds. It really was obvious after he thought about. He wondered why he hadn't come to that realization before. After all, Gus did put cameras in the lab, came down to watch them a couple times, and called Jesse to come cook an "emergency" batch while Walt was at the hospital getting a chemo treatment that Gus knew about beforehand.

"Shit..." Jesse said quietly. "But why would he try to kill you?"

"Haven't you been listening?" Walt raised his voice. "So that you can take my place! That's all he wants. Gus hates me and wants to get rid of me."

"Well, what do we do about it?" Jesse was sure there was nothing they could do except for leave town and get away from this whole mess.

"We have to kill Gus." Walt stated as if it was going to be easy.

Jesse looked up at Walt, shocked.

"How.. what? Mr. White, this is Gus Fring we're talking about."

"I know. I know Jesse, but we can do it. Trust me." Walt tried to sound confident in what he was saying. "I don't have an exact plan yet but I was thinking we could could just invite him over to my house, make sure it sounds like a friendly get together so he doesn't bring along body guards or any type of weapon. We'll make friendly conversation with him over dinner, and then as he's leaving- bang. We shoot him."

Jesse had an unsure look on his face. "Yeah, I guess. Maybe."

They both sat in silence for a minute, thinking it over. It definitely wasn't going to be easy, but it had to be done.

"Well, I guess I should go home now? Sleep on it?" Jesse started to stand up so he could leave and go home.

"Wait. Jesse, did you come here high?" Walt noticed it right away when Jesse came through the door, but he had much more important things he had to discuss with him first.

"I had a rough day." Jesse was only speaking the truth. He walked over to the door.

"Wait, sit down. Want to talk about it?" Walt offered.

Jesse didn't particularly want to, but he also didn't want to go home and possibly see Jane in the same state she was earlier.

"Sure. Why not," Jesse said as he made his way over back to the couch and sat down.

"It's Jane. She, uh, she went back to the heroin..." Jesse wasn't really sure why he was telling Walt about this, but it was kind of relieving for him to talk about it.

Walt sat back on the couch and looked over at Jesse with a compassionate look in his eyes.

"You know, Jesse, there's been something I was thinking about telling you someday.. mind if I tell you now?"

Jesse didn't say anything but gave Mr. White a look as if to say "Go ahead."

"Last year when Jane was really out of control with her addiction.. one of the nights that you both we're on heroin, I came over to your apartment to grab the meth stored there." Mr. White looked around nervously. "When I broke in, i.."

"Yeah?" Jesse was getting impatient.

"I heard choking sounds. I came over to your bedroom. Jane was choking on her own vomit.. I turned her over on her side so she would stop choking." Walt was remembering it all very vividly.

"Are you serious Mr. White?"

Walt nodded.

"You.. you saved her life." Jesse was dumbfounded.

He hugged Mr. White and started to cry again.

"Thanks," Jesse said. He didn't really know what else to say. What could he say? He was just told that his girlfriend's life was saved. She could be dead right now if it weren't for Walt. She would be dead.

Jesse continued hugging him for about a minute. He suddenly let go.

"Jane..." Jesse said. "I need to go check on her.

Jesse ran out the door and got in his car.