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Jane watched Kurt sleep. Her phone was sitting on the nightstand and she didn't need to look at it to remember what Roman had sent her.

I have something he doesn't…a future. Patterson's words echoed through her head and she considered her options. According the information Roman provided her she didn't have a future either. As it turns out, Zip is actually a death sentence. Roman had begun to exhibit symptoms and Jane had been assured she would too. She needed to tell Kurt. They'd promised not to keep secrets anymore and she would tell him, but let him get at least one more peaceful night before their world came crashing down again.

She didn't want to believe Roman, but her body was already exhibiting symptoms. She was shaky and weak. Became dizzy without warning and was experiencing nausea. Remembering the difficult road they'd been traveling she realized she'd been chasing a dream that was never meant to be. How many times would she have to watch their world fall apart before she stopped putting them both through it?

"What's wrong?" Kurt's voice startled her.

When she just looked at him without answering, he reached over and turned on the lamp before scooting up in the bed and turning back to look at her.

Jane sat up as well, but the words wouldn't come. At least he'd already distanced himself from her this time. Ever since he'd found out about Clem, they'd been living and working together, but the intimacy and joy they had found in each other was missing.

"Jane?" The longer she hesitated the tenser he became.

"Roman sent me some information," Jane finally forced the words out.

"On a tattoo?" Kurt reached for her hand when he realized just how difficult this was for her.

"No," Jane denied, "He…"

"Tell me," Kurt's heart was pounding in his chest the longer she struggled.

"Apparently, Zip is poisonous," Jane all but whispered.

"What?" It was so far removed from anything he'd been anticipating it took him a moment to understand the implications.

"We're dying," Jane met his eyes as she told him.

"No," Kurt denied, shaking his head, "He's lying."

"Kurt…" Jane squeezed his hand tightly.

"It's been over three years," Kurt argued, "If it was going to kill you, you would have had symptoms before now!"

"I do have symptoms," Jane looked away when she confessed that.

"What symptoms?" Kurt pulled his hand free and used it to pull her against his side. He needed contact right now to keep it all together.

"Shaky, weak, nauseous," Jane listed.

"That's almost sounds like…" Kurt trailed off.

"What?" Jane didn't understand.

"Are you sure you aren't pregnant?" Kurt demanded, his arm tightening around her.

Jane's eyes flew up to meet his. He saw the longing she wasn't able to hide before she looked away again. "I'm sure."

"Did you take a test?" Kurt demanded.

"Well, no," Jane denied, "But I've had my period a couple of times since the last time we…"

"We need a test," Kurt insisted, refusing to consider any other alternative. One outcome granted one of his deepest wishes and the other destroyed his whole world.

"I'll get one tomorrow," Jane knew she wasn't pregnant, but she also knew Kurt well enough that he needed this right now so that he could process what was happening.

"I'll go now," Kurt denied, throwing the covers aside and getting up.

"It's after three in the morning," Jane protested in astonishment.

"There's a twenty-four hour store a couple of blocks away," Kurt said as he pulled on his pants.

Jane watched him silently, her expression tragic. He wasn't handling the realization of what was happening well at all. She doesn't know why she's so surprised, but she is. He's the strongest man she's ever known. He didn't falter in even the most difficult situations, but he was on the edge right now and she didn't know what to do for him.

"Be careful," Jane worried as he headed for the door of the bedroom.

Kurt froze before turning back around and making a bee line straight for her. He leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, ignoring her startled expression.

"I love you," He met her eyes before he turned away.

"I love you too," Jane whispered as he disappeared from view.

She had hoped that their current estrangement might make this news easier to hear, but she realized if anything he seemed to be taking it even harder. What did she do when she took the test and it was negative? How would he handle that truth?

Kurt closed the apartment door behind him, but he didn't head to the elevator, instead he stopped just outside their home and rested his head back against the wall. He'd stood in this exact spot the first time she'd told him she loved him. Whatever was causing her to feel sick, it must be contagious because he was physically shaking and didn't know if he even had the strength to walk over to the elevator. His stomach was churning and unbeknownst to him tears were silently falling down his face.

When the door behind him opened abruptly he hastily wiped his cheeks before he turned to see Jane standing there, her expression one of concern.

"Kurt," She took a step toward him.

He scooped her up and held her against him tightly, his face buried in her neck.

"He's lying," Kurt refused to consider any other possibility.

"Come back inside," Jane soothed him.

He did as she asked, but his arms never released her and she found herself sitting on his lap when he sank down on the couch.

"We can have Patterson look into what he sent tomorrow," Jane's arms held him. She was the only thing keeping him from flying apart.

"How long have you been having symptoms?" Kurt worried.

"A few weeks," Jane admitted.

"But you've been going out in the field!" Kurt worried.

"It doesn't happen all that often," Jane assured him, "And the tattoos…"

"I don't give a shit about the tattoos," Kurt interrupted her. "I love you. If we're taking fire and you get dizzy or sick…"

"I would never put you or the team at risk," Jane insisted, "If it gets to the point that it's affecting my performance, I'll pull out."

"Is there a cure?" Kurt worried.

"No," Jane denied softly.

"So…what?" Kurt was becoming agitated, "I'm just supposed to accept losing your again?"

"I would never willingly leave you again," Jane cupped his cheek gently, "But we're in a dangerous line of work, there aren't any guarantees."

"Don't do that," Kurt insisted, his hand sliding up to cup her neck and the other to her cheek so that she was forced to meet his eyes, "You're a fighter and if what Roman says is true, you fight. Don't just accept it!"

"I'll fight," Jane assured him, her eyes locked on his, "I promise."

"We'll fight," Kurt corrected her, "We're in this together."

"Together." Jane agreed, her head falling down to rest on his chest.

He pulled her closer and the gentle thumping of her heart against his hand necessary in an undeniable way.

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"Okay, I've looked into the file Roman sent us and unfortunately…it's legit." Patterson looked over at Jane in concern.

"So I'm dying?" Jane demanded with a worried glace at Kurt. He was stoic and Jane suddenly felt adrift. Her head began to swim in alarming fashion and she stiffened her spine to stay erect.

"No," Kurt denied, still unable to accept even the possibility.

"Now wait," Patterson was looking back and forth between the two of them with a concerned expression.

"So all this time this…poison has been inside her, killing her?" Kurt demanded with a clenched jaw.

"It was never meant to be used in the manner that Sheppard utilized it," Patterson reminded him.

"Why are we just finding out about this now?" Kurt was so outside his comfort zone he didn't realize he was all but accusing Patterson of missing something so important.

"Everything we know about zip came from Bordon," Jane defended Patterson when she said nothing, "And I was gone for eighteen months…"

Kurt saw the devastation on Patterson's face and realized he'd unwittingly put it there.

"I'm sorry," Kurt looked away from her and over to Jane.

Jane took a step closer and claimed his hand.

It was the lifeline he needed and he clamped down on it with desperation.

It was only when she felt Kurt's rock steady grip that Jane realized that she was shaking. When she tried to pull away before Kurt realized, he tightened his grip. Within moments he became aware of her involuntary movements.

"We need to find out everything we can on zip right now," Kurt turned back to the team with a pleading expression.

"I'll start researching zip through the clinical files and research," Patterson immediately assured them.

"I'll start with the medical information that Roman sent over," Tasha offered, "See if it's real or set up."

"We need to be careful we don't get him flagged by Crawford," Jane worried.

"I'll be careful." Tasha assured her.

"Doesn't anyone find this a little too coincidental?" Reade demanded, "Why now, all of a sudden, is the zip just starting to affect them?"

"I don't know," Jane admitted before holding out her hand abruptly. The team looked at how it shook silently, "But it is."

Kurt reached for it and pulled it against his chest. "We'll figure this out," he promised.

Jane just looked up at Kurt with concern. She of all people knew some things just couldn't be fixed.

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"They're looking into it," The Doctor told Roman looking up from the computer.

"Good," Roman smiled in satisfaction.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing," The Doctor warned him with a troubled frown.

"No," Roman denied, "This isn't a game. If we want to have any hope of returning her memories, we need to have regular access. The only way that will happen is if they think she's being treated for something else. We needed to give them a believable scenario."

"You know attempting to restore her memory might just be the thing that kills her…right?" The Doctor's reluctance was evident.

"Remi would rather die than live the life she's currently living and her husband doesn't really love her." Roman insisted stubbornly.

The Doctor looked at the file that contained a picture of Jane and Kurt at their wedding. Somehow he thought Remi wasn't the one that wanted her back in her old life, but he held his tongue. He'd seen what happened to people that defied the man standing so determined before him. He didn't have a death wish. He'd do what he could, but there was every chance Remi or Jane…whatever she called herself, wasn't going to live through this. Better her than him.

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Jane was official side lined when she fainted on the way to the lab later that day. Kurt was close enough to catch her when she fell, but the team felt the impact themselves. Kurt looked on the verge of collapse.

"We need to get her to a hospital," Kurt worried as he lowered her gently to the floor.

"There's a doctor that specializes in Zip," Patterson admitted, "He's the only expert in this field."

"Where is he?" Kurt demanded.

"Right here in New York," Patterson assured him.

Kurt was gently smoothing Jane's hair out of her face.

"We need to see him," Reade knelt on the other side of Jane.

"I'll make sure it happens," Patterson assured them with one last worried look at Jane before she turned away.

Jane came awake as quickly as she'd fainted.

"I'm okay," She immediately assured Kurt and Reade as she sat up.

"No," Reade denied, "You aren't, but Patterson is getting in touch with the only expert in Zip and we're taking you to him."

Kurt didn't say anything, but he was the one that supported Jane as she stood up and it was his strength that she leaned against when she had none of her own.

Tasha walked up and at one look at their expressions she demanded, "What happened?"

"Jane fainted," Reade answered her without meeting her eyes.

Tasha ignored the tension between them and walked over to Jane's other side. "You need to sit down."

"No," Patterson rejoined them, "I spoke to the Doctor personally and he's waiting on you."

"Let's go," Kurt wanted nothing more than to lift Jane up and carry her out, but he knew she'd hate that. He satisfied himself with keeping her tucked against his side as they made their way to the car.

The Doctor spent several hours with them and when he broke the news that Roman was indeed correct, he watched as the woman who hated her life, turned to the man that didn't really love her. The tears they shared belied Roman's claim. Unfortunately, he was the only one the Doctor would never defy. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Later that night it was Kurt's turn to watch Jane sleep. It was the exhaustion of the tests that had finally caught up with her. Instead of staying on his side of the bed, he was in the middle and so was she. His arms were full of his wife and if it wasn't for the fact that he might lose her, he would have been content. As it was, he couldn't sleep in spite of his exhaustion. All this time she'd been living with this poison inside her and it had been slowly killing her. Bordon was claiming another victim, because it was his faulty Intel that had brought them to this point.

Kurt couldn't resist kissing her forehead while she slept. This was another battle that he would be force to watch her struggle with, unable to help. She was the strongest woman he knew, but at some point even she wouldn't be able to go on anymore. She'd been through so much already. They'd lost so much time…

He was a man that knew he could lose the one person that meant the most. She could be taken away and the hours he spent holding her weren't enough. They would never be enough.

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Jane began treatment that same week. If she though the symptoms were bad, the treatment was worse. Her headaches bordered on debilitating. She spent hours with the Doctor, Kurt either right beside her or as close as they would allow him to be.

She didn't feel like she was getting any better, if anything she felt worse. She'd also begun to have flashbacks to before Time Square. They'd only ever been triggered by familiar sights, events or people. Now they seemed to come randomly, preying on her even in her sleep.

Kurt rubbed her head and her back. She was soothed by his presence and he seemed to need her every bit as much.

They were three weeks into treatment when it happened. The drugs they'd given her were an extremely high dose. Kurt watched on helplessly when she went into seizure. The Doctor and medical team seemed to be working frantically and Kurt held his breath as he watched his wife's struggle.

They finally injected her with something to put her to sleep and he waited for the Doctor with shaking hands and clenched fists.

"What happened?" Kurt demanded once the Doctor finally joined him.

"I told you both that if she was going to have any chance, we needed to be aggressive with the treatment."

"Is she okay?" Kurt worried.

"We've sedated her for now," The Doctor explained, "We're going to keep her tonight, just to keep an eye on her."
"I'm staying," Kurt immediately insisted.

"You can't," The Doctor denied with just the right about of reluctance in his voice, "The medicine we gave her isn't safe for you."

"Then I'll wait in the waiting room," Kurt wasn't going to be dissuaded.

"Suit yourself," The Doctor told him, "But there's nothing you can do."

Kurt watched him walk away before he sat down in one of the hard chairs and rested his head back against the wall. All he could do was keep repeating to himself that his wife was the strongest woman he'd ever met. It was hollow comfort during the long night.

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"I've done all that I can do," The Doctor insisted to Roman, "She isn't going to remember. If we push her any further, you might as well walk in there and put a bullet in her head. She won't make it."

"Chemically you've done everything," Roman agreed, "But there is still something we haven't tried."

"What?" The Doctor almost didn't want to know.

"Don't worry about it," Roman's smile lacked sincerity, "I'll take care of this one."

The Doctor turned away with a worried expression.

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Jane woke up to find Roman standing next to her bed.

"Roman?" It was obvious she was confused.

"Jane," Roman greeted her.

"You shouldn't be in here…it isn't safe." Jane worried. Her voice was weak.

Roman smiled at that.

"I want my sister back," He told her.

"I've always been here," Jane argued, "You're the one that left."

"No," Roman denied, "I want Remi."

"She's gone," Jane said seriously.

"Is she?" Roman asked.

Jane frowned at that. He was up to something and it worried her.

Suddenly the door was pushed open and Kurt began to enter. Jane looked over at him in concern just as Roman aimed and fired. Kurt fell back against the wall with a shocked look on his face.

The adrenalin that flooded Jane's system had her reaching for Roman's gun before he could pull the trigger again.

As they began to struggle, old instincts kicked in and before long the battle was lethal and vicious.

Jane turned the gun on Roman just as Kurt groaned and began to move.

Looking over at him in relief, Jane looked back at Roman. "He's alive?"

"Yeah," Roman assured her, "I was using darts."

Jane lowered the weapon she was holding and simply stood there.

When she didn't respond Roman began to smile, "You remember."

"Was that what this was all about?" Jane didn't agree or disagree with his assessment.

"I wanted my sister back," Roman agreed with a little smile.

"So I was never sick at all?" Jane verified.

"No," Roman admitted.

Jane knew what he was hoping, that she would get her old memories back and turn away from Kurt and their team to go back with Roman. The problem in his plan was that even with her memories back, she still loved and wanted Kurt.

"Who I was…doesn't change who I am now," Jane told him.

"You're going to stay with him!" Roman finally realized.

"I love him," Jane agreed with a sad look on her face.

"Do you have any idea just what I had to do to get your memories back?" Roman was beyond frustrated.

Jane's mind was flooded with a million images and none of them even began to compare of the few treasured year's she'd had with Kurt.

"You would rather die with him as Jane than live with me as Remi," Roman was watching her closely, praying this would finally get him his sister back.

"I am Jane," She tried to explain, "But I'm also still Remi."

"You have to choose," Roman insisted with a hard and ridged expression.

"Kurt is my starting point," Jane said softly.

"Well," Roman turned from her and quoted their wedding video back to her, "I can be his end point."

"I love you," Jane told him as he headed for the door, "But if you go after Kurt, I will find you."

"You don't scare me," Roman said from the door.

"Jane doesn't scare you, but you and I both know that Remi does. Thanks to your little experiment, that's who will be coming for you."

"You think I'm scared?" Roman scoffed.

"Yes," Jane admitted, "And you should be."

At that warning Roman actually smiled at her, "I missed you."

Jane watched the door close behind him with a troubled expression. She didn't want to admit just how scared she was at all the images now crowding her mind. It was almost like watching a horror movie you could turn off. She wasn't the only monster in her mind, but truth be told Remi scared her too.

Kurt sat up and looked over at Jane in concern.

"Are you okay?" He demanded as she sank down on the floor next to him.

"I was never dying," She told him.

"Then what was this all about?" Kurt worried, pulling her closer with hands that trembled.

"Roman was trying to make me remember," Jane explained.

"Did it work?" Kurt reached up so he could raise her chin and look into her eyes. The caring empathetic woman he loved was still in there, but he could also read her fear.

"Yes," She wouldn't lie anymore.

Kurt stiffened. What did this mean for her? For them?

"Are you okay?" That would always come first for him. Anything else was second.

"I'm scared." Jane admitted.

"I'm here," Kurt drew her hand to his chest.

Looking down at where their fingers intertwined Jane let herself relax. She hadn't lost him…and he wouldn't be losing her. Everything else would just take time. Time they now had.

"I love you," Jane whispered looking up to meet his eyes.

It was Kurt's turn to relax. If she loved him even after remembering everything, he knew they would make it.

"I love you too," Kurt assured her leaning in and claiming a soft kiss against her lips.

"Let's go home," Jane said as she nuzzled his face.

He'd never heard a better suggestion. With his eyes closed he counted his blessings. She was here, with him, alive and healthy. Everything else was insignificant. He wouldn't forget again.