Disclaimer: all characters belong just and only to Marvel, I gain no money writing that. This time I'm even crazier (Kevin, please, forgive me, if you can… but I apologize to all characters, more or less).
Still needing a beta, forgive my bad English, although I'm trying my best.
Summary: Kevin has a plan … and maybe even a partner in crime. How will Jessica react?
Sequel of 'Stupid Traditions!'
This fic is inspired by this prompt of this (Italian) Xmas song challenge:: Red ribbon
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Chapter I: AKA Planning
Trish doesn't live in a flat Oh no. Trish lives in an impenetrable fortress equipped with a circuit of cameras to be envied by a police station, up-to-date alarm systems, high security door and soundproof walls.
Jessica is a more than welcome visitor, that's why on the morning of 26th December she doesn't find any obstacle between her and her sister who invites her in.
"So are you still alive and whole after that joke of the Christmas Carol?" The blonde stares at her, stunned. "I was so afraid you had signed your death warrants when I saw you leaving with him." She grumbles.
"Trust me, it was just an appetizer, compared to all the things I did to him… well, you should picture that easily, after all you were with me doing the purchase, or even more important there's a lot of your wallet in that." The brunette points out, thanking her sister with a nod.
"I have to admit that the Christmas Carol was fun. I'd never thought Malcolm could sing so well! And we looked so terrible in those awful jumpers that we found each other lovely!" The blonde smiles at the memory.
And the detective does notice that.
"But let's talk about you. I want to know about every of your provocations and his reactions." Trish urges her. "You have no idea how Malcolm was scared when you unleashed Killgrave and his power towards him!" She adds.
- Someone is mentioning Malcolm way too often. - Jessica ponders, amused.
"C'mon Jess, tell me everything!"
And Jessica pleases her, as they're having breakfast together.
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"Really? When you decorated the Christmas tree he…" Patricia enumerates the highlights after Jessica's tale.
"Yeah." Jessica nods, still clearly impressed.
"And you carbonized the turkey?"
"Yep."
"And he made his staff spend a nice Christmas?"
"Yeah, he did."
"Okay, but the part of Killgrave surrounded by children, no … you're kidding me!" Trish lively protests as she pours some orange juice in her glass.
As she puts some fresh fruit salad with one hand, with the others Jessica deals with her mobile placed on the table, reaching the proper video in her gallery.
She presses play and pushes the mobile towards her best friend.
She wasn't bluffing when she told Kevin she has filmed him.
"Oh my, that's so crazy!" Trish comments, stunned.
"Yeah… do you realise now why I had to kiss him? He deserved a little reward so much!" Jessica explains, as she sips her coffee.
"Yeah, you had to kiss him… such a big effort, indeed." Trish underlines with sarcasm.
"Are you hinting something?" The brunette questions her, diffidently, narrowing her green eyes.
"Well, I start thinking that you fancy this new Kevin, at least a little bit." The blonde strikes back with a sly smile, while she is spreading apricot jam over a rusk.
Jessica almost chokes with her coffee.
"Don't say bullshit. Maybe I like the fact that he's behaving!" She justifies, before playing her trump card and giving her friend who is hinting too many things some minutes of pure anguish.
"Well, he's not behaving so much on second thought. I haven't tell you yet, Trish, but to bring me there that morning is not the only thing Killgrave ordered to you," she informs her, her tone growing darker.
Trish is not smirking anymore.
"What do you mean? What did he ask me to do?" The blond grows agitated.
"I… I don't know if you're ready to find that out." Jessica keeps her charade, with a brilliant, dramatic performance.
"Did I rob a bank? Did I punch someone violently?" Patricia searches for clues, biting her nails nervously.
"Worse so much worse than this…" Her best friend clearly has fun overdoing.
"Oh, my god, I didn't kill anyone… did I?" The speaker despairs.
"Me, if we go on, because I'm about to die laughing!" Jessica bursts out laughing quitting the charade. "Relax, Trish. Pictures. He just made you take pictures. Of me." She calms her down.
"Really?"
"Yep. Practically he made you continue that job that has been Malcolm's for a while and at a certain point even mine," The brunette points put noticing how her sister's face bright up when she mentions her neighbour.
"And he did that only to give me such an expensive, awesome dress!" She informs her.
If it's true that Killgrave made Patricia forget everything, it's even true that she doesn't recall anything of what they did at the shopping center.
"I don't know what to say, Jess. He's changed so much that I barely recognize him."
"Yeah, but I'm not going to drop my guard."
"But are you going to drop your pants?" Her friend teases her.
"Patriciaaa!" Jessica squeaks, so stunned that she uses her sister's full name. "By the way, just tell me, since when do you have a crush on Malcolm?" She counterattacks.
Patricia holds her rusk so tight that she breaks it, scattering all the crumbles on the floor.
"What? You're delirating…. besides, he's with Robin."
"He's not with Robin! No one with a decent amount of mental sanity would want to to be with that paranoid weirdo. Now that I think better, it's been ages since I saw him with a girl in his apartment." Jessica informs her, before deciding that her breakfast is over.
"Really? Oh, wait, it's not that I care." The blonde grumbles with an attitude of suerioirty, underlined by a shrug.
- Yeah, you don't care! - The detective laughs to herself.
"Thank you for breakfast, for your special help two days ago and, right, thanks you for your oh-so-useful present." Jessica smiles at her, walking towards the exit.
"The workmen are about to finish fixing it right now. It seemed something very necessary, considering these last days…" The blonde replies.
She is about to close the front door, but the brunette lets her foot slide in.
"Oh, wait, I almost forgot. That taser you gave to me… is there any chance to diminish its voltage?" She asks her casually.
It's just a sudden and unusual interest for military technology what urges Jessica to make that question of course, not a certain someone's kinky and absurd request.
Trish doesn't live in a flat. Oh no. Trish lives in an impenetrable fortress.
Not so impenetrable if, when she hears someone knocking at the door, Trish opens ii instantly, sure that it's still Jessica.
After all, until ten minutes before, she was there.
"What else do you want? I've already explained to you that thing about the taser and if you dare to hint again something about Malcolm, I swear that…"
She realies too late that it's not Jessica who is standing in front of her.
"I didn't mean to, but after such a reaction I might change my mind…" Killgrave chuckles.
Patricia stares at him bewildered, going panic stricken.
He might have changed, as Jessica keeps saying, but to find Killgrave in front of her is something Trish hasn't expected.
"Relax, I don't have any bad intentions. Look, I'm going to make things easier for you, okay?" He says, closing the security door again and waiting for her to lock it.
He confines himself to ring at the doorbell, satisfied when she presses the button to answer.
"See? If it makes you calmer, we can just use the speaker to talk."
"Yeah, I prefer.." Trish's metallic voice replies from inside the house.
"But I could control your mind even from here." He sneers, so self-confident.
"I have soundproof walls, very thick walls. You're bluffing." she strikes back, self-confident as well.
"Sing the theme song of your old show." Kevin urges her.
"It's Patsy, it's Patsy. I really want to be a friend with you. It's Patsy… It's Patsy…" Patricia starts singing and then she realises that. "Oh, shit!"
"So lovely." Kevin smirks. "However, Patricia, I'm serious. I don't want to order anything to you, but it happened that I paid a visit to Jessica's house and I found out she has a brand new security door."
"Yeah. It's a prudent gift from me, pretty useful, considering these last days." She scoffs, despite the situation.
"I already thought it was your idea. Since it's new, it would be such a pity to break it open already… it would be helpful to find someone who's got the key and I bet you have it." the persuader hints.
"What do you want, Killgrave?" Patricia snaps.
"I would be happy if you opened the door, now, but only if you feel like doing that."
There are some seconds of deep silence before he hears the door unlocking until it's open.
Trish is stunned, because she knows she didn't do that because he commanded her. Killgrave didn't give her any order, he was very careful in his choice of words.
"Wise decision. It would be very, very appreciated if you wanted to open even Jessica's door. See? No orders. Once more. And, if you let me in, I'll explain you why."
More and more astonished by herself, Patricia stands aside, letting Killgrave in.
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"So do you really want to do just that?" Trish asks for confirmation, after they've been talking for a quarter of an hour.
As a proper British man, Kevin accepted a cup of tea from her.
"Why do you say 'just that'? Do you really think it's so small what I'm planning to do for Jess?" He grumbles, twisting the spoon in his cup.
"Nope, you're right, that's in grand style, hearing you plan. I mean… isn't there any second plan? A wicked one?" She points out, as she silently wonders if she can use the teapot as a weapon, if there's need.
"Nothing else. No second plan. Nothing even remotely wicked. It's just that, as I need someone to open Jessica's door, I also need someone to 'close' Jessica, as well, for a while." He says in an enigmatic way.
"Explain it better." The speaker urges him and he pleases her, revealing more important details that involve also her intervention.
"I really don't understand… I mean, it's okay if you two want to court each other, but why do you have to involve me, too?" Patricia splutters, a little exasperated.
She realises too late what she's actually just said.
"What?" Kevin's face brights up, as he practically beams. "Ah, I suppose it was you who helped her with the purchases and the transport of all that stuff in my house, yesterday … Ooooh, so she is courting me?!"
"No, no, no, for God's sake! I said so to say. My mind was wandering and… don't flatter yourself!" The blonde grows agitated. "Dammit,I wish I had your power to make you forget what I said!"
"I wouldn't forget in any case, this is such an amazing news!" Killgrave pulls her closer to him, but only to place a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you, Patsy. We'll meet in three nights, be on time and don't forget it!"
"Now that you've just ordered that to me, I won't forget it for sure!" She rolls her eyes at the roof.
"Uh sorry, it's slipped, oh, well, you have already agreed!" He justifies
"However, don't you ever dare to kiss me again!" The girl snaps.
"Oh, yeah, I know what kind of kisses you would like and from who…" He strikes back with a sly smile, before leaving.
- Okay, he amplified his powers… but it's not that now he can also read minds… is it?- the owner of that house wonders, puzzled.
Trish doesn't live in a flat. She lives in what must have turned one of the major points of interest in all Hell's Kitchen, at least for that morning.
Kevin has just left her house, satisfied because he managed to bring her on his side, without even resorting to his powers.
- Okay, save for that final slip-up! - he ponders with true spirit of self-criticism.
Leaving the main road that leads to the speaker's house, he comes across Malcolm.
The African-American guy becomes strung tight as a violin as soon as he sees Killgrave.
"What the hell are you doing here? You went to her, didn't you? What did you do to her? If you dared to touch even one of her hair, I swear that…" He growls, ready to attack the British guy.
"Calm down!" is the only thing Killgrave orders to him and Malcolm can just obey.
"Well, well, you didn't have all this oh-so-aggressive attitude when you used to be my puppet!" The persuader giggles. "No wonder if Patsy started looking at you with different eyes…"
"She...what?" Malcolm blinks, stunned, but then he recalls the unpleasant situation he is in.
All alone, at a corner of a street with Killgrave, without anyone who can help him.
TBC
So did I make you curious? C'mon, don't be shy, feel free to tell me everything you think, any idea of what Killgrave is planning? ;P Uhmm okay, maybe the cover can be a clue, lol. And what about poor Malcolm? Has Killgrave really changed? ;P More on second and last part ;) If things went differently on the TV Show, I have the feeling that Patricia and Killgrave could have been such a lovely BROTP 3 I love making them interact with each other ^^ LOL I know it's funny, since it's a New Years' Eve fic, but…. Stay safe in your houses 3