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Jane and Kurt found beds in the same hospital. Her arm was patched up, but she ended up having to stay overnight because she'd lost so much blood.
Kurt was admitted so that they could run blood work and try to establish just how much Zip had been administered.
The team sat in the waiting room silently. All of them shell shocked over the events of the day.
"I can't believe he Zipped him," Patterson finally said it out loud.
They'd all been attempting to avoid their new reality, each of them hoping that somehow, someway, it wouldn't be true.
"Why did he do that?" Tasha said staring straight ahead.
"He wanted to hurt Jane," Reade said with a hard voice.
"So you think he did this to show her how it felt when choice was taken away?" Tasha turned to look at Reade.
"Jane's system was flood with Zip," Patterson reminded them, "And she still was able to remember important moments in her life."
"So you're saying there's hope?" Reade looked over at Patterson with a worried expression.
"This is Weller and Jane," Patterson said stubbornly, "How many times have they been able to do things that seemed impossible? They're going to get through this, just like they always have and we're going to help them."
"We can tell Kurt what he doesn't remember," Tasha insisted, "Jane had to figure it out on her own and we all but lied to Roman and he still figured it out."
"We didn't lie to him," Reade protested.
"Jane said that Sheppard erased his memory," Tasha reminded him.
"Okay…we lied," Reade conceded, "But only about how he lost his memory, not about who he was before that."
"Somehow," Patterson suggested, "I think that might have been even worse that lying about everything."
"Well," Tasha said stubbornly, "We can't change that, but we can make sure we do it right this time."
The Doctor appeared in the doorway.
Standing the team converged on him anxiously, "How are they?"
"Jane Doe lost quite a bit of blood, but she's going to make a full recovery."
"And Kurt?" Reade worried.
"He does have Zip in his system, but the dose isn't overly high. I'm of the opinion that there is every chance that he will begin to eventually regain at least some of his lost memories."
"That's great!" Patterson said in relief.
"This isn't an exact science," The Doctor warned them, "How much he remembers and how long it takes I can't tell you."
"Understood," Reade assured him, "When can we see them?"
"You can go in and see them briefly," The Doctor advised, "But visiting hours are over in 45 minutes."
"A guard will be posted at each of their rooms," Reade warned the Doctor.
"Understood," The Doctor agreed, "I already passed the one you had outside the Emergency Room doors."
The team followed after the Doctor until they arrived at Kurt's room.
"He's not happy about being admitted," The Doctor warned them.
"At least that hasn't changed," Tasha said with a little smile.
They pushed open the door to find a scowling Kurt impatiently waiting.
"How's Jane?" He demanded.
"That hasn't changed either," Patterson noted, "Are we sure he can't remember?"
"She's going to be fine," The Doctor reassured him, "We have her in a room a few doors down. You both get to stay with us tonight."
"Why isn't she in here with me?" Kurt refused to be reassured.
"We wanted to give you your privacy," The Doctor explained, "While you get used to things."
"I don't need privacy," Kurt denied, "I need to know that my wife is being looked after."
"It's not a terrible idea," Reade looked over at the Doctor, "It would limit the FBI presence to this room."
"I'll have her transferred," the Doctor relented.
"Are you beginning to remember?" Patterson was still looking at him strangely.
"Not memories," Kurt denied, "My mind can't picture us together, but…I feel like I need her in here with me. You're going to think I'm crazy."
"No," Tasha denied with a little smile, "You're instincts are good. If you could remember, you wouldn't be letting her out of your sight."
"So I'm what…some type of control freak?" Kurt demanded.
"You are that," Patterson confirmed, "But in this instance, you simply just really love your wife."
"How long have we been married?" Kurt asked.
"Two years," Tasha explained, "But you were apart from some of that time."
"Seperated?" Kurt seemed distressed.
"Not like you mean," Patterson denied, "It wasn't safe for you to be tougher, so she left. You never stopped looking for her and when you finally found each other again…It was beautiful to see."
"Is that why the thought of her somewhere else is filling me with this anxiety?" Kurt worried.
"No, man," Reade insisted, "You love her. You worry over her, even though she's one of the most capable and lethal woman I've ever met."
Just then the door opened and Jane's bed was wheeled inside.
Her eyes were only for Kurt. He saw that look and it settled something inside him that he didn't understand. For the first time since he'd been admitted, he felt at peace.
"Are you okay?" She asked anxiously.
"They say there's a good chance I'll remember." Kurt told her.
Jane's relief was apparent.
"What about you?" Kurt looked to the Doctor for his diagnosis.
"We stitched up her wound and replenished her blood." He explained, "She's going to be fine."
Kurt nodded, but avoided looking at Jane. He'd shot her. That realization made him feel nauseas.
Once Jane was settled, the Doctor warned the team, "You're going to be encouraged to leave any moment. If there's anything you want to tell them, you better hurry."
Watching the Doctor go, it was Patterson that broke the silence.
"I'm glad you're both going to be okay!" She said emotionally before rushing over and giving each of them a tearful hug.
Kurt patted her back soothingly and looked over to the others in dismay.
"Ignore her," Reade said with a smile, "She's the emotional one."
"I am not!" Patterson denied with a sniffle.
The others began to laugh at that and Kurt smiled while his attention inadvertently strayed to his wife. He didn't know what it was about her, but he'd caught himself looking to her with uncomfortable regularity. The degree in which he appeared to need her was completely foreign. The tired smile on her face made the uncomfortable realization worth it.
"Okay," The Agent named Tasha told them, "We're going home to get some sleep, but we will be back first thing in the morning. Jane you have our number if you need anything tonight."
"And don't worry," The Agent named Reade assured them, "We have Agents guarding the door."
"Thanks," Jane told them her voice husky.
Seeing how weary she was, Kurt scowled in concern.
"Get some sleep," Tasha insisted turning toward the door reluctantly.
It was only after the others left that Kurt turned to study Jane more intently.
"How do you really feel?" He worried, noting her pale complexion.
"I'm tired," Jane admitted, completely exhausted if she were honest. It wasn't just the blood loss…it was the emotional roller coaster of the past few months.
"Why don't you get some rest?" Kurt suggested.
"What are you going to do?" Jane asked, her eyes running over his face tenderly.
It was such a contrast between the woman who'd been shot and still continued to fight to the woman that was now watching him with such a…loving expression. He was beginning to see why he'd wanted her for his own. He just hoped that she could still see in him the man she'd agreed to marry.
"I know we've been married for a couple of years," Kurt told her, "Have we known each other long before that?"
At that question Jane stiffened. He deserved the truth, but how would he feel if she told him?
"Not too long," Jane denied.
"Did we meet at work?" Kurt encouraged when she hesitated.
"You could say that," Jane rested her head back against the bed to explain, "I was being interrogated and you were the Lead Agent in charge of my case."
"What?" Kurt had clearly not been expecting that.
"I was left naked in Time Square," Jane explained, "With your name tattooed on my back. My memory had been wiped and I was covered in these tattoos."
Kurt's disbelief had turned to concern.
"How'd you get there?" He asked her.
"I know you deserve to know," Jane admitted, "But it's a really long story and…"
"You've been shot," Kurt finished for her.
"I don't want to lie to you," Jane all but whispered, "I'm just an asset to the FBI, not an Agent. My Mother's name was Sheppard. She was the head of one of the largest Terrorist Cells in the United States. She's the one that wiped my memory and sent me to you. She expected me to provide Intel from inside the FBI, but once she wiped my memory, whatever made me go along with her plan was gone. I didn't know her, I didn't know myself…but I knew you. You were my guiding star…I told you that you were my starting point…"
At those words, Kurt froze.
"You're North Star," He said almost absently.
"YES!" Jane said, sitting up in her excitement.
"So is she the one that Zipped me?" Kurt said with a scowl.
"No," Jane denied, "It was my Brother, Roman, that did that."
"Your brother?" Kurt repeated.
"He's angry that I turned my back on him and our family to help you take down Sheppard." Jane explained.
"So your Mother is a terrorist and you're Brother erased my memories," Kurt realized.
"Yes," Jane didn't deny it.
"How did we end up getting married after all of that?" Kurt couldn't imagine getting married at all, so he knew they things they'd gone through must have brought them closer together. He must really love her to overlook everything and everyone else.
While Kurt was realizing just how much he must have loved her, she was hearing her worst fear. He was questioning why he would have ever gotten married to her after what she'd just told him. Who could blame him? She'd always wondered that very thing. She figured it must have had something to do with the time Kurt though she was Taylor, but she couldn't tell him that. He didn't even know who Taylor was…
Just as Jane was realizing just how complicated this conversation was going to be, the nurse pushed opened the door and entered the room.
"I've brought something to help you sleep," She said kindly, moving toward Jane.
"We're kind of in the middle of an important conversation," Jane explained, her voice determined.
"You need to stay ahead of the pain," the Nurse warned her, "Or you're not going to have a very good night."
"Take the medicine," Kurt said in a determined voice, "We can talk more about this in the morning."
"Are you sure?" Jane worried.
"Yeah," Kurt confirmed, "It's going to be okay."
Jane smiled, but in her heart she was afraid that nothing was ever going to be okay again.
Kurt watched closely as the nurse injected the medicine into Jane's IV. She became noticeably more out of it.
Just as she was about to succumb to the medication he couldn't resist one more question.
"Why did you turn your back on your family?" He couldn't imagine how difficult that decision must have been.
"I love you…" Jane whispered even as the medicine stole her conscious.
At that pronouncement, Kurt felt a jolt of electricity straight to his heart. He didn't take those words lightly and he knew enough about her now to know that she didn't either. Watching her sleep he searched his blank memories to go with the emotion she made him feel. She wasn't in his mind, but at the rate his heart was beating he knew she was in control of that organ. He should have been concerned to be feeling love for a woman he didn't know, but looking at her all he could feel was relieved. She loved him. It made even this horrible moment okay. That she could affect him so easily, even while virtually unconscious scared him.
Even as his mind rebelled from the feelings she so easily provoked, he remained vigilant as she slept, knowing they weren't really safe. Knowing that protecting her mattered.
