Memento Mori

A Selection of shorts and unrelated one-shots. Mostly stuff that comes to my head while watching the show or things I think should have happened. Things I would like to see. Jane Centric, but there will be shorts about the other characters as well.

Hey guys! Here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy. Just a little bit of information for the people who called the idea of Jane having two personalities far-fetched. Jane suffered a lot of trauma and abuse over her short time being Jane. It is only logical that her former self (Remi) who suffered so much abuse as a child (The Orphanage) would make an appearance again. I am really hoping they touch upon it on the show. Why else would they have her fight herself in that dream? (A scene I adored by the way!)

A little information on dissociative personality disorder. The condition can develop after someone has endured a great deal of abuse. Sufferers can develop up to 15 personalities (Or alters) in their lifetime. Each with their own memories, accents, race, beliefs, movement and postures.

I find this condition so fascinating.

After a mission gone bad, the team see just how broken Jane really is…and just how dangerous she can be.

Two sides of a coin – PT3

Kurt Weller watched with a worried expression as the doctors attended to Jane, their gloved hands cleaning the blood that seeped through the deep gash that blemished her forehead, a rounded wound that sliced the skin from the top of her forehead to just above her temple. She didn't seem to react as they began to stitch the wound, her eyes remaining glued to the floor. An expression of what looked like shame; a permanent imprint on her face.

Kurt watched her closely from the corner, his arms crossed over his chest. He noticed the way her eyes would dart to the red stained towels the doctors had left on the table beside the bed, stained with the blood that had been cleaned from her hands. The blood that belonged to the many lives she had no control over taking. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, longs fingers picking the non-existent dirt from her broken nails. He had accompanied her on the way to the hospital and Reade had gone with Zapata. Jane had yet to utter a word.

As the doctor finished the stitches to Jane's head, he turned towards the table, picking up a small clipboard from the table and turning it to face her.

"If you could just sign here Miss Doe, you should be all ready to go. Remember, get plenty of rest, and cut back on the strenuous activity."

Jane nodded, signing the paper with her messy unfamiliar scrawl.

"Also, no alcohol."

Jane nodded again. Trying desperately to avoid Kurt's gaze. Jane was a statue as the nurses cleaned the dirty towels from the table, her gaze still downwards towards her shaking hands. Kurt waited a moment, hoping Jane would speak first, but the longer he waited, the more she seemed to retreat into herself.

"Jane." He finally spoke. His voice was quiet and soft.

"Do you believe people are born evil?" Jane asked, her eyes still staring at the floor. Kurt frowned, taking a careful step forward.

"No Jane. I don't believe that."

"I'm starting to think that…maybe they are." Jane continued, her eyes finally raising to meet his. Her brilliantly green eyes shone with unshed tears. "That maybe people can't change after all."

"Jane…" Kurt tried, lifting his hand towards her face. She turned away from him, her hands curling into fists at her sides.

"When she takes over…all I feel is hate and anger!" Sliding off the bed, Jane moved to the window, her entire body rigid as she looked out over the city through the shining glass windows of her room. "It's this cold, dark feeling deep down inside that just makes me want to throw up."

Running her hands through her hair, Kurt watched as Jane's shoulders slumped forward, a defeated expression breaking her mask as two shining tears raced each other down her cheeks. Kurt's heart broke at the sight. He was not use to seeing Jane so broken…so defeated.

"Lately…that feeling has always been there…and it's tearing me apart Kurt." Jane's voice broke, the tears now falling freely from her bloodshot eyes. Her head fell against the cold glass of the window.

"Jane. Why didn't you tell me?"

She chuckled, but it was a dark sound, a sound devoid of any humour.

"To be honest. I didn't want to give you yet another reason to hate me."

"Jane. I don't hate you. I never hated you."

She looked up, wiping away her tears with her sleeve and straightened her posture. Her mask was back. Hard eyes and thin lips as she took a deep breath.

"I have tried countless times to talk to you. To everyone. All I wanted was to make things right after the mistakes that I made. But everyone has always just pushed me away. I get it. You don't trust me and that's fine. I wouldn't trust me either…but don't lie to me. " Moving to the chair by the left hand of the bed, Jane slipped her jacket over her shoulders, wincing slightly as she knocked her painful ribs. She turned to Kurt once more. "I will have a full report on your desk by tomorrow morning. You can decide what happens to me after that."

"Jane-"

Jane started towards the door, reaching out and stopping just as her fingers brushed the handle.

"You know in some messed up way…she is, really the only reason I am still here. She's always talked me down from the ledge…always been there for me when… when all I needed was a friend...when I needed you."

Kurt felt a surge of hurt run through his chest but remained silent. He couldn't think of any words to say after her confession. He had tried so hard to distance himself from her, that he had completely pushed her away. He hadn't been there for her when she needed him the most. He couldn't imagine what she had experienced in her three months with the CIA and she had received no help; from any of them. Kurt looked down at the floor. Not trusting himself to speak.

"If there is nothing further, I would really like to get out of this hospital. They make me feel uncomfortable."

Kurt nodded silently, watching as Jane pulled open the door and disappeared around the corner. He followed her towards the exit and as they drove towards the FBI, there was a tense silence between them. The only sound, being the happy voices on the radio.

When they had arrived back at the FBI, Jane headed straight for one of the empty conference rooms, grabbing her sketch book from her desk and settling into the comfy chair at the far end of the room, Kurt watched her go before heading to his own office, collapsing into his chair and letting his head fall into his rough awaiting hands. Rubbing his forehead, he raised his eyes to watch Jane through the windows of his office, her eyes completely focused on the sketchpad in front of her.

He didn't know how long he had been watching her, but when he suddenly heard a knock on his door, he was greeted by the tired faces of Reade and Zapata. Reade sported a small white bandage above his eye and Zapata leaned heavily on some crutches, the loose grey sweatpants she wore showing an outline of a thick bandage around her leg.

"You sure you should be up and about?" Kurt asked, glancing wearingly at the crutches Zapata rested heavily against. The young women's lips thinned as she glanced at Kurt, her eyes holding so much emotion it made his chest ache.

"I'm fine."

Reade chuckled beside her.

"Don't bother." He said. "The doctors tried to get her to stay for a few days, even tried to give her a wheelchair." He ignored the daggers his friend was giving him. "I am pretty sure she made the nurse fear for her life."

Kurt smiled faintly, then moved his eyes to look through the window again. His friends followed his gaze.

"How is she?" Zapata asked.

Kurt shook his head.

"Not good." He answered simply, sighing and letting his shoulders slump. Zapata moved towards his desk, perching on the side. "She has had to deal with so much alone…she's had no one to talk to about anything…god knows what she went through at that black site. What she must be feeling."

A silence fell among them. Reade shifted in the doorway.

"What do we do now?"

Kurt sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"I want a mission report on my desk by tomorrow." He said. Reade shifted again.

"I mean what happens with Jane?" There was a tense silence. "She isn't fit for active duty."

Tasha gasped. "Reade!" She said with a hushed disbelieving tone. Edger raised his hands defensively.

"Look, I'm just saying what everyone else is thinking. We can't just ignore that Jane went crazy and killed half a dozen guys on a mission. She was triggered by being put in a stressful situation…what happens when 'Remi' decides to come out again and put a knife in our backs?" He waited for a response. "We need to take precautions."

"And do what. Lock her up again. Abandon her...again!?" Tasha shouted, getting shakily to her feet.

"I'm not saying that Tash, but we can't risk our own lives letting her out into the field again. It's too dangerous!"

"Enough!" Weller shouted, rising from his chair and slamming his fists on the table. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jane look up, her eyes filled with a confused curiosity before she bowed her head towards her sketchbook again, turning the page and continuing to draw.

"What Jane needs is our help. Not our suspicion and distrust." He risked another glance towards the tattooed woman, before turning his gaze towards his team.

"She's suffered too much. She's paid for her crimes a hundred times over." Tasha nodded her head at Kurt's words. Reade sighed. Defeated.

They all turned to glance at Jane again, her free hand fiddling with the non-existent necklace around her neck as her lips moved faintly. Almost as if she was talking to someone.

"She just needs someone to talk to." Zapata started. Her eyes becoming blurry once more.

"She just needs a friend Reade." Kurt explained. The younger agent nodded, knowing his friend was right.

"Okay." He said. Looking back at Jane."Where do we start?"

This was just a short little scene to finish off Pt1 and Pt2. I know I said that this was going to be a fic of One shots and shorts. So I am gonna end this one here. I might decide to write a stand alone fic and go into more detail, but right now, I am happy with where I have left it.

Please tell me what you think, I love reading your thoughts. You guys are so generous with your reviews!

More to come. Something fluffy next I think!

Maybe...

It depends on how I feel.

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