Killgrave has something in mind, how will Jessica react?
Notes:Okay it's obvious that no one likes this story, which upsets me quite much… I have so so many ideas for this story and I wish someone will care…
Chapter II: When they miss their power
Jessica's POV
"What do you mean?" I look at him confused, or at least I think it's how Killgrave looks at me when something isn't clear to him.
"Why should I tell you when I can simply show you ?" He becomes even more mysterious and consequently my expression becomes more confused.
"But not now, I'm busy," he adds immediately after.
"What do you mean you're busy?"
"Exactly what I said," he insists.
Obviously it's not going to be easy to get information out of him and I can't even force him, dammit!
And to think that, for all these months, he made me believe he could control me as long as he pleased. The terror I felt, the panic attacks, the ...
"Jessica," he distracts me from my thoughts.
"Huh?" I turn my attention back to him.
"Ah, you weren't even listening to me, were you? I had just revealed to you what my plans for the morning are… and obviously I'm not going to repeat it! "
Congratulations, Jessica, you've chosen the best time to distract yourself.
"Just tell me you won't ravage the city with my power …." I fear the worst.
"That's not even remotely in my plans, my darling."
"Also tell me that you will no longer call me 'my darling'!" I try to push my luck, as it seems a little more cooperative than usual.
"About this issue, I'm afraid I won't be able to acquiesce ... my darling !" He adds the last bit on purpose.
What a bastard!
"After all, you have time to kill before you go to the McCarthys to collect my things, right? So I'd say we'll meet here in about three hours, then we'll take a taxi," he decides for both of us, before walking away.
Wait a minute, I never shake my ass like that!
Killgrave's POV
Well now let's try to make these three hours pay off… first of all, I need some advice and I know who can give it to me.
Patsy's radio station is not far from here and soon I reach my destination.
Okay, I admit, I've also jumped a bit.
I'm about to try to enthrall the receptionist in the lobby, but then I remember, bloody hell, my power is gone.
But I also remember who I am now.
"I need to see my sister," I say, with a rather annoyed attitude. I know very well how Jessica would behave, and I give a perfect imitation of the original.
"Of course, Jessica, go ahead, you know where it is, don't you? Wait for her outside the booth until she's done or has a little long break. " I am instructed by the girl who I can read is called Rachel from the tag she has pinned on her jacket.
Jessica must be at home here.
With a bit of luck I stop the elevator on the right floor and there are clear labels for each floor that lead me to Patsy.
There she is, so engrossed in making one of her speeches, as she looks at a fixed point and does not even seem to notice my presence.
I would knock on the glass but I don't think that's a good idea because I'm very nervous right now and I might shatter it.
Of course, I'm also in a bad mood, I'm standing here, waiting, me ... this is inconceivable, but I certainly can't get the transmission interrupted in advance by using force...well, of course I could, but it would be too conspicuous.
I miss my power so bloody much!
After minutes that seem endless to me, Patsy finally closes the show and sees me.
"Jessica, what are you doing here? Let me guess, are we still hunting Killgrave," she asks me enthusiastically, coming towards me. "I promise this time I won't make mistakes."
What does 'still' mean? What does 'this time' mean?
I get it. When my sweet Jessi ambushed me, distracting me as someone threw that dart into my neck, you were involved too… you were probably the one driving.
"Hey, Jess? I'm talking to you. And why are you looking at me like that?" She brings me back to reality, waving her hand in front of my eyes.
"What do you mean, how am I looking at you? This is my usual look," I reply naturally.
"True, I'm an idiot. You always seem pissed off with the world." She chuckles as we sit on the loveseat outside in the hallway.
"Anyway no, keep your enthusiasm in check, no chasing bad guys this time. I'm here for another reason," I tell her, then realize that I am sitting composed, too composed.
It's certainly not like Jessica.
I immediately put my legs apart, half slouched as if the sofa were my own.
Now it's definitely more like Jessica, as a matter of fact Patsy doesn't blink.
"Tell me, then, how can I help you?"
"I'd like to get my hair fixed," I explain, as I hold it back with both hands. "So I wanted some advice from you, you always have a flawless look ... which hairdresser do you go to?"
Patsy looks at me as if I've grown a second head .
"Oh, Jess, wait, let me capture this moment," she exclaims, just before taking a selfie.
"What the fuck," I ask her, in full Jessica style.
"My sister doesn't want to have this scruffy look anymore! I'm so excited that I might start crying! " Patsy covers her face with her hands.
If only the real Jessica could hear you…
"I'm sending you to Frankie, he's fabulous, he's the one who always comes to fix my hair when I have a TV show or an interview. It's on Fitfh Avenue and ... no, wait, you know what? I'll take you there, I don't have any urgent commitments for the rest of the day. "
Uhmm, spend some time with Patsy, why not? Maybe I can get some information from her…
"What are we waiting for? Bring me there now! " I approve, smiling, but not too much.
It wouldn't be like Jessica.
I'm sitting in front of the mirror, wearing a protective plastic cape and waiting for the elusive Frankie to be revealed, Patsy by my side.
We didn't make conversation while we were in the car, but now seems like a good time for one.
"Pat ... tricia," I address her, correcting myself before I betray my true identity .
Bloody hell, Killgrave, this is an amateur mistake, and you are not an amateur!
She looks at me dazed.
"You never call me that, unless it's something important."
"Well, it is," I announce, before taking a breath. "Do I really hate Killgrave that much?"
"What kind of question is that? You call him 'ruin of my life' all the time, it must mean something," she almost screams, stunned.
Yes, indeed, that's what Jessica told me at the police station too.
Little ingrate, after all the things I've done for her ...
Yet I don't want to give up, there must be something more.
"Shh, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves like this," I warn her. "And I'd say it's best to refer to him as Mr. K. from now on."
"Okay, anyway I don't understand your sudden interest in the subject, you usually just talk about how you would like to see him rot behind bars," she informs me.
Oh well, that doesn't surprise me, either.
"Yes, I know...but other than that, have I ever felt attracted to him?"
"Jessica, are you sure you feel alright," she tries to measure my temperature with her hand on my forehead. "Anyway, well, yes, when you told me about your first meeting you told me that at first sight you liked him ... sure, who could have imagined what he would do to you later?"
Ah, well… then you liked me, my dear Jess.
"And when you want information about Mr. K., you describe him to everyone as a charming and very elegant man ..."
"Stop, girls, we don't talk about fascinating men without me being present!" We are interrupted by a rather eccentric guy, with a tuft of platinum blonde hair, wearing a gold-colored suit with a tiger print and covered entirely in glitter.
He's holding a comb in his hand, so even though I'm not truly a detective, I can deduce that this is Frankie.
Suddenly he turns my chair towards him, taking my face in his hands to study me better.
"Trish, honey, you did the right thing, bringing your friend here, she clearly needs me," he comments, measuring the length of the locks on both sides. "Let's try to make your beautiful model face stand out in the best possible way!," he says as he winks at me.
If I hadn't already figured out that he's Gay with a capital G, this guy would have met a bad end.
I'm the only one who can say certain things to my Jessica!
"And while I shampoo you, honey, you can tell me every detail of this Mr. K. Oooh my god, I imagine him as a cool, irresistible and shrouded in mystery, dark handsome man like Mr. Big from ' Sex And The City ' ! "
"No, Frankie, really, you're making a huge mistake, leave her alone ..." Trish mumbles, inviting him to stop with a wave of her hand, but I'm just amused.
I said I watch TV, right? I know who he is talking about.
"Oh well, a little bit yes, he is ..." I let it slip, half dreamy.
"Jess, I'm amazed at you," Trish scolds me.
"Do you want to deny that Mr. K. is objectively full of charm?" I look at her defiantly.
"No, but ..." She seems to be at a loss for words.
My ego sings with joy.
"I just thought you and Luke ..."
Bloody, flaming hell, stop everyone! Who is this Luke? What does he do with my Jessica? I have to know everything!
"Let's leave this naive girl who still has to learn a lot about men and come with me, honey. We don't care about this Luke. I want to know about you and Mr. K," Frankie exclaims as he practically shoves me towards the sink.
It means that I will have to investigate this Luke character later.
"So, sweetie, tell me everything," Frankie urges me, making me tilt my head as he turns on the water.
"Well you know, it all started one evening, many months ago …," I begin my anecdote.
He takes the shampoo and then starts massaging my hair ... oh my, it's a pleasure for the senses, it's so relaxing ...
I swear that when and if I ever get back into my body I'll force him to become my barber!
Jessica's POV
It's been an hour and a half that I walk like this, for the fucking pleasure of doing it, because I have nothing to do but bide my time.
I could have followed Killgrave, but I no longer have my agility and plus these moccasins make a hellish noise, he would have caught me right away.
I will not remain dressed like a rich shop mannequin for much longer.
I could have gotten a little drunk, but I didn't for various reasons.
It's only half past eleven in the morning, and even I have some limits.
The limits mainly being that I don't have any money.
Using Killgrave's power to drink is out of the question, although I don't deny the fact that I thought about it for a microsecond.
Relying on my excellent sense of direction, I return to Killgrave's host family.
They were quick and precise as evidenced by the two trolleys outside on the landing with all Killgrave's stuff that I find .
Mostly clothes, I bet.
Before I go, I look at the sign next to the door: 'J. McCarthy. ', probably the head of the family.
Killgrave was right.
I could knock and say hello to Charley, but… no, what the fuck am I saying? I don't give a damn about making a good impression and Killgrave was enough of a nightmare for this poor family.
I try to lift one of the two trolleys and ... how the fuck much does it weigh? Luckily they have wheels and there is an elevator. Generally I wouldn't have a problem, but now that I've ended up in the body of this skinny guy who I don't think has ever seen a gym, not even by accident, things are drastically different.
Damn, how I miss my power!
As I get out of the elevator I realize one thing: that fucking haunted house is across town and I'm not going to make it on time.
I dial a number that I know by heart ... because it's mine.
"Yup?" I hear Killgrave answer over a very loud background. Where the fuck did that bastard go?
"Change of plans, since I have two mountains of suitcases, thanks to you, you fucking prima donna, come by taxi to the McCarthy's building," I exclaim, trying to be heard over the noise.
"Anything you want, Princess," he agrees. "I'll be there in about half an hour."
If it weren't for the fact that I need it, I'd smash the cellphone against a wall because of his stupid nickname for me!
At least, he is true to his word and about half an hour later I see a taxi approaching and Killgrave coming down to get my luggage.
Wait a minute… what the fuck?!
I saw wrong, it can't be… no, it is.
That's a bang. What about my indomitable tuft?
"What the fuck did you do to my hair," I attack him, but only verbally, while he poses to lift the trolleys as if they were made of paper.
No shit, with my power it's easy!
"Am I or am I not fabulous?" He poses, moving his hair to the sides with his hands.
And what's worse is, yes, he's… I'm really stunning.
But, hell if I'm going to give him this satisfaction.
"Well, if you mess with my poor hair, then I'll have yours shaved so that it reads 'I'm a bloody idiot!'
"Come on, Jess, I did a nice thing for you," he sulks.
Oh God, I'm adorable when I pout!
After all, it pains me to admit it, but he's right.
"So, tell me, what money did you use to do this nice thing for me? As beautiful as they may be, I know you didn't get someone to cut it just by fluttering your...my...eyes ... no, wait, you haven't threatened someone with force, have you? "
"Naah, don't worry," he reassures me, as we go to the taxi. "I found the envelope in the drawer."
"Do you mean the payment for the latest solved investigation? Fucking thief, that was my money," I growl, looking at him with all possible hatred.
"Which has become mine!" He gives me a cheeky smile, loading the trolleys in the trunk.
We get in the car and the taxi driver leaves without saying anything.
Killgrave must probably have already told him the destination, but he doesn't want to tell me.
For a while we are silent, and the driver doesn't attempt to disturb this by making small talk.
"We're almost there ..." Killgrave breaks the silence between us, as I absently look out the window.
Strange, this journey seems so familiar to me ...
But now I have other things to think about, specifically a much more compelling question.
"Do you have the money to pay for it," I ask him in a low voice, pointing to the driver's display that has already surpassed twenty-three dollars.
"No. I spent it al l at the hairdresser," is the answer that I definitely did not expect from him.
"Three hundred bucks for a fucking bang," I burst out, though doing so in a low voice.
"And also for a nice trim," he specifies in a whisper.
I don't need my strength back, I can strangle him very well even with his own hands!
No, Jessica, think about it, you can't kill him, otherwise goodbye to your body and you want to reenter your body.
I fucking want my body and my power back!
"Oh come on, Jess, it was money well spent. This bang fits me ...fits you divinely! You know how it is, I certainly couldn't rely on a cheap hairdresser in Hell's Kitchen ," he argues, while I try to breathe to calm myself down, which is really hard with him continuing to talk.
"It would be such a shame, poor dandy," I reply sarcastically.
"Patsy advised me really well."
"You filthy bastard, if you touched a single hair to Trish, I swear I…," I growl, pulling him closer by that perfectly styled fresh hair.
"The only thing I did was spend a carefree morning with your sister, maybe you should do it more often," he replies, with his usual irritating calm.
Okay, at least it seems that Trish is fine.
"Jessi, may I remind you of that little problem," he brings me back to the main question, pointing to the display which is rising to twenty-five bucks.
Fuck!
"It's all your fault, you bastard, you fucking idiot who wastes fucking money and…," I rant but he closes my mouth with two fingers.
"We will have to use my power, which is yours now," he whispers in my ear, leaving me free to speak.
"What? Forget it," I exclaim, making my position on this clear .
I will not use his power.
I don't like how it makes me feel.
Or maybe I'm afraid I like it too much.
"Oh well, maybe there's another way." He becomes mysterious, as the taxi turns at a certain intersection.
Wait a minute, did I read that right? Was it really Higgins Drive ?
I must be wrong, it can't be!
Meanwhile, Killgrave reaches for the driver.
"Excuse me, we're a little short on cash, but if I showed you my boobs would that be enough for you," he asks with a cockiness I would never dream of.
"Hell yeah, sexy doll," the man at the wheel eagerly answers, with far too much enthusiasm, in my opinion.
That man who must be at least sixty.
I don't know which of the two is filthier.
Wait a moment. So would this be the other way he meant?
I turn quickly towards the ruin of my life, looking shocked.
"Killgrave, don't you dare ..."
"Too late, I'm already daring!" he grins before quickly pulling up his T-shirt and no, there's no bra underneath.
I can't believe he actually did it, as he pulls himself together, looking at me satisfied.
"These shirts are so practical to lift, with a high-class outfit it would have been a lot more complicated; you know, Jessi, the ones I used to buy you… "
You can't kill him, you can't kill him. Jessica, remember you can't kill him!
As if that weren't degrading enough, that lousy driver even lets out a long whistle of approval, before stopping the car.
Obviously we have arrived.
I get out from one door and Killgrave from the other and while he takes care of retrieving the trolleys from the trunk, I walk towards the driver.
It's stronger than me, I can't stand him.
"You are such a pig," I exclaim, angry and a second later, the man begins to grunt, and then gets out of the car and rolls on the ground.
Oh, shit, fucking literal meaning. Again.
Obviously this has caught Killgrave's attention, and he's now laughing.
"No, okay, you're not a pig, you're a human being, get back behind the wheel," I rectify and the man obviously obeys me.
"Forget you saw those boobs," I compel him.
I'm about to walk away with Killgrave, but the man grabs my wrist abruptly.
"Hey, not so fast, dandy, you and your babe haven't paid me yet!" He becomes hostile.
"Well, Jessi, he's right, if you made him forget what he saw …," Killgrave explains, slyly.
Okay, I have no other choice to get out of this fucking situation.
I turn back to the driver, making eye contact with him.
"You want to give us this ride for free."
Suddenly, his expression changes .
"Guys, I'm offering this ride for free, it was a pleasure to have you on board," he informs us with a smile, before leaving.
Killgrave comes closer and I don't like the way he's looking at me at all.
That's my flirtatious look.
"I miss my power, it's true, but it's so exciting to see you using it ..." he tries to put his hand on my hip, but I dodge.
Damn him, he's using my flirtatious tone too.
"Shut the fuck up and go take a fucking cold shower," I bark, but then I finally realize where I am.
This is really Higgins Drive, at the crossroads with Birch Street and beyond is Cobalt Lane .
But above all in front of my eyes is the house of my childhood, refurbished so that it seems that I left it yesterday.
"Surprise!" I hear my own amused voice behind me.
TBC
Notes:I told you I would reveal what dear Killy had in mind.
Except as usual, the characters did what they wanted, a whole chapter just to get them in front of this house! XD
The idea of the bang served to justify the cover, then one thing leads to another and I found myself writing about this Frankie, a character that I madly adored, given that he's shipping Jessi and Mr. K! 3 3
Trash is useful in life XD
As for the taxi scene, I was inspired by a scene of 'What happens in Vegas' , a comedy that I love and guess what? In the cast in a small part there's also our beloved Krysten * O *
curious to hear your impressions, you can even throw stuff at me ... virtually speaking! XD