We have a date for season 5. Yay! Granted, I am slightly apprehensive, but as long as Jeller survive, I can live with it.
This little ficlet was inspired by a post by kate-dammit-run on Tumblr about the significance of Jeller's hand-over-heart gesture. Thank you to Indelible Evidence for helping me coax out my muse and for my beta for proofreading this. Glove you!
So, this little moment in time take place the evening following the s4 ending drone strike. Please let me know what you think.
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Kurt winced as he removed his shirt and pulled on a t-shirt, getting ready for bed. He could hear Jane in the bathroom, water running in the sink. He folded his clothes away, before opening the covers of the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, briefly contemplating the events of the day.
They were lucky to be alive. Thanks to a last-minute warning, he and the other members of the team had narrowly escaped a drone strike to the old mining tunnels under the cabin right before the missiles hit. Battered and bruised, beyond a couple of sprains and broken ribs they had escaped major injuries. But as the dust settled, he had no idea where Jane was, or if she was even alive. The more time passed, the more frantic he got, as they dug themselves out; not because he was claustrophobic, but because he was afraid that he had lost her, for good this time. He couldn't even describe the relief that washed over him when he hugged Jane close and felt her lips against his.
So now they were in another safehouse that Ice Cream had agreed to arrange for them. He and Jane had settled in the only bedroom, while the rest of their team was bunked in the living room and kitchen.
Kurt slipped under the covers, just setting the alarm on his phone, when Jane emerged from the bathroom. He could see the strain of the day on her. Her shoulders were hunched, her face taut with worry and exhaustion. She busied herself with putting her clothes away, before sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him and taking off her socks.
"Come here." Kurt said with a smile and reached out to wrap his arm lightly around her waist to tug her closer.
Jane lay down and scooted closer to him, as she always did when he did that. She put her cheek on his chest, closing her eyes. But he could tell something was bothering her. She seemed tense. It was almost as if she was avoiding looking at him.
He cupped her cheek, his fingertips stroking her neck, before he tilted up her chin so he could see her better. "Jane, what is it?
She swallowed thickly and lifted her head, her eyes meeting his. She didn't say anything, merely looked at him and placed her open hand on his heart. And she didn't have to, he knew. Her eyes were wide, the look in them reflecting her pain and the fear he knew was still there. He had felt that same fear squeezing at his own heart.
Kurt saw her lower lip quivering, and the glistening sadness in her eyes. He sat up and pulled her into a long, tender kiss. "I'm here," he reassured her softly, leaning his forehead against hers. Jane nodded; her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she released a shuddering breath.
"Come on, let's try to get some sleep." Kurt settled back down, cocooning Jane in his arms as she sought solace in his embrace, burying her face against the crook of his neck.
"Shh…" He shushed her gently, feeling her ragged breaths against his skin as she fought to keep the tears away. He pressed his lips into her temple, tightening his arms around her. "It's okay…everything's gonna be okay."