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. Sorry for the late update. Been super busy. Hope you all had a good holiday break. Thanks for all the reviews for this fic. It makes me so happy when I read them and I am so glad you are enjoying the fic.

This one might actually have three parts.

(Again tell me if there are any mistakes. Spell check can only do so much!)


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


Two Sides Of A Coin PT2

Two Sides of a Coin

"What the hell just happened?" Kurt yelled. He moved to the gate of his cell, shaking the bars in a feeble attempt to escape.

"Oh god," Tahsa whispered, her eyes blurring with unshed tears. "How…how could we have not seen this." She asked. Her face was awash with guilt and dread "How could we have just not noticed…ignored the signs." Zapata's mind reeled at the fact Jane had been dealing with this alone. Dealing with everything that had happened to her, alone. Tasha sniffed, wiping away a tear that threatened to fall.

"Tash." Reade finally spoke, tearing his gaze away from the door to glance at his friend. "Your cell door is open. If we want to help Jane, we need to get out of here."

"How long has this been going on…" Tahsa continued, seeming not to have heard her friend. Reade sighed. Three gunshots made the team jump, their eyes turning towards the door.

"Tash. Jane needs our help right now. See if you can get these doors open...She needs us, Tash."

His words seemed to break Zapata out of her thoughts, red, tear-filled eyes turning to face him. She nodded silently, gritting her teeth as she pulled herself up using the bars beside her. Her leg screamed in protest as she took a step, her body falling hard to the floor as it collapsed below her.

"Dammit!" She shouted, taking a few deep breaths before trying to stand once more.

"Come on Tash," Reade said, distracted once again by gunshots outside. "You can do it."

Zapata hoped towards her open cell door, using the bars to support her as she moved towards Reade's. She took the key Jane had left in the door, glancing down at the bent and mangled body of the first man Jane had killed. His lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. Unblinking. Dragging herself towards Reade's cell, she unlocked it, pulling the door open with a grunt of effort. In an instant, her friend was at her side, wrapping an arm around Zapata's waist to support her. Moving towards Kurt's cell, Reade promptly unlocked his cell door.

"Let's go," Kurt said, pushing past Reade and Zapata and moving towards the door.

"Wait, Weller. We need to make a plan."

Another gunshot rang out.

"The plan is to find Jane and get the hell out of here." Kurt moved towards the door again.

"Weller. I don't know exactly what's happening right now, but that…that was not Jane."

Kurt turned towards his friend, his eyes narrowing angrily.

"I'm just saying. What if she doesn't want to cooperate." He didn't want to say what he was thinking out loud. Didn't want to admit that they had ignored the signs for so long, that they were the ones that had let it get this far. Jane had been through so much. Suffered so horribly…all to protect them. They didn't so much as show her an ounce of sympathy. Didn't offer her a shoulder to cry on when it all becomes too much.

Of course, she would have found another way to deal with it. Another way to bury it deep down. Another way to protect herself.

Weller opened his mouth to answer, closing it again when he could think of no words to say. Turning, he pulled open the door, following the sounds of yet more gunshots. Reade sighed, looking down at Zapata, before following him out.


Remi was very good at many things. She could speak multiple languages with almost native proficiency, she could fly both a helicopter and a plane, she could fight men twice her size and win without so much as a scratch and she was pretty good at getting in people heads. Remarkably good in fact. But killing. It came to her almost as naturally as breathing. So when she had tracked down Chen to a large room that served as some sort of weapons storage, she wasted no time in breaking the neck of the man that guarded the door. It was, quick, clean and proficient.

To say Chen was surprised to see her walk through the door was an understatement. If his eyes could get even wider, Remi was sure they would have popped out of his head. The second man that guarded him was easy. Small, inexperienced and cocky. He ran at her the moment she entered to room. Remi easily sidestepped his attack, bringing her elbow down on the soft spot at the back of his neck. The second man that guarded Chen was a lot more experienced, towering over Remi with arms that were about as big as her thigh. They encircled around her, grabbing her from behind and lifting her into the air. His arms tightening around her chest, squeezing the oxygen from her lungs.

Remi struggled against him, glancing around at her surroundings, her eyes instantly drawn to the shining blades a few feet away from her. Her eyes lit up at the leather wrapped the handle of the weapon, the traditionally rounded hilt and the long silver blade that almost twinkled around the edges. She had always had a weakness for blades. She smiled, bringing her head back against the huge man's nose. Grunting, his grip loosened and Remi struggled out of his grasp, spinning on her heel and landing a hard punch to the man's left cheek. His face came back bloody, his eyes narrowing in anger. Reaching for his gun, just as Remi had expected him to, he lifted it in her direction, Remi disarmed him in a matter of seconds, pulling the trigger as she lifted it towards his face. She felt a warm liquid spatter her cheek.

"FUCK!" She heard Chen yell. The sound of his expensive shoes clapping on the concrete as he ran towards the end of the room. Remi lifted the gun again, putting a bullet in the man's thigh. He dropped to the floor, his face bashing painfully against the ground. Tossing the gun aside, Remi wiped the blood that had been seeping from the wound on her head, shaking a spell of dizziness away. Heading towards the sword she saw earlier, she smiled, picking it up as it were made of glass. Chen watched her as she admired it, fear evident in his eyes.

" What do you want from me. Who the fuck are you?" He spat at her. Remi ignored the question.

"I don't like being in a cage…and Jane…well, she hates it. It makes her feel…itchy…"

Chen crawled away from her, his leg uselessly dragging in front of him. Remi slowly walked towards him, her posture relaxed and easy-going. Almost as if she were walking through a park.

"You're fucking crazy!" Chen spat at her. Remi chuckled. As she approached Chen, she kneeled down and bit her lip, her eyes moving upwards…almost as if she were thinking of what to do next.

"You know for once…I think you might be right." Remi said her face, mere inches from Chen's.

"You see, Jane...she is screaming at me right now…telling me, not to kill you…" Remi said, standing, she raised the sword towards Chen's neck. Remi smiled, bearing her teeth, a chuckle escaped her lips as she lowered her voice to a whisper. "She's a bit of a soft touch that one…"

"What are you talking about?" Chen pleaded.

"I have always told her she needs to toughen up. No one is going to protect her but herself...We learned that the hard way."

As she rose the sword, a click behind her made her stop. Her lips thinning.

"Jane. Drop it." Remi sighed, lowering the sword so it still rested against Chen's neck. She turned towards the sound of Kurt's voice.

"Here comes the Calvary…always here to ruin the fun." She said, a sadistic humour lacing her words. The sound made Kurt shiver. "What are you going to do Agent Weller?" She asked, a sick smile crossing her features. "Shoot me?" She waited for a response. "Shoot Jane?" Kurt shifted, his jaw clenching. Remi shook her head.

"No. You don't have what it takes…" Her cold eyes moved to Tahsa. "Agent Zapata, on the other hand, …now that's a woman who doesn't hesitate when it comes to shooting her friends." Remi's free hand moved to her stomach, rubbing it slightly with a feigned wince.

"You know it still hurts in the morning." She said her expression one of amusement when Tasha moved her tear-filled eyes to the floor. "Jane would never tell you because she is afraid of hurting your feelings," Remi said the last word as if it were dirt in her mouth. "I on the other hand...don't give a shit about your feelings."

"Jane," Kurt called to her again, but his voice was soft this time. Remi moved her emotionless eyes towards him. It made his heart ache, seeing her eyes so…cold. Jane's eyes had once been so bright, so full of wonder. Even after everything that had happened to her, they still held a certain spark and curiosity. But the eyes that glared at him now, were nothing but callous.

"We need to get out of here. We can sort this out when we're safe. When we've found a way out of this basement." Kurt said slowly, daring to take a step forward. He saw Reade tense in the corner of his eye, his hand moving to the gun he had at his side. Remi inhaled deeply, closing her eyes before exhaling slowly.

"Trust me. I want nothing more than to get out of this dark hole. Jane and I, well we've had some bad experiences when it comes to dark basements." Kurt didn't have to ask her what she meant by the way she spat out the words and before anyone could react, Remi had lifted the sword, bringing it down in one swift movement towards Chen's neck. Her eyes were still focused on Kurt as the blade sliced through the man's throat, his body convulsing violently before going limp. Remi didn't so much as flinch.

"Now, we can go."

As Remi stepped forward, Kurt's grip on his weapon tightened, taking an involuntary step back.

"Lose the weapon." He said roughly.

Remi smirked, her head inclining to the side ever so slightly. Her eyes never leaving his.

"I think I'll keep hold of this thanks."

"How do we know as soon as we get to the surface, you're not just going to stab us in the back." Reade put forward. The corner of her mouth twitched.

"There is nothing I want more…then to run this blade through each and every one of you." She replied. The cold tone her voice had suddenly taken, causing each of them to flinch. "But I know the moment Jane comes back, she would make us both eat a bullet…because for some reason…even after everything you put her through…all she wants to do…is protect you."

Kurt's hands trembled as the weight of what Jane had been going through, alone, finally hit him. He had either ignored the signs, or didn't care enough to notice them.

"Kind of fucked up when you think about it." Remi's voice broke through his thoughts.

"Why didn't she tell us?" Tasha asked. Her voice breaking as she spoke. Her eyes were blurry, silver trails blemishing her dirty cheeks. For once, Remi's face softened, her eyes becoming less and less angry and cold. She shook her head as if she was trying to clear her mind of cobwebs.

"You can ask her yourself in about thirty seconds."

Her head fell to her chest, just as it had the first time and the tattooed woman swayed dangerously. Raising her head, she struggled to open her eyes. Her expression blank.

"Jane?" Kurt tried, taking a careful step forward. The blank expression on her face suddenly disappeared, her eyes blinking slowly as if she were trying to clear her mind. They closed tightly, then opened a few seconds later.

"Jane?" Kurt tried again, stepping forward once more, his hand raised passively in front of him, his gun still pointed towards her. Finally, Jane looked up at him, confused exhaustion crossing her face. She looked between her three teammates, her confused expression deepening.

"What?" She asked bewildered.

"Jane. Put the sword down." Kurt asked, there was a waiver in his voice as he spoke the words. He watched, his heart breaking just a little when Jane looked down, perplexed to see the blood-soaked sword held tightly in her hand. Realisation crossed her face as she dropped the weapon, the metallic object falling from her hand almost as if it had burned her. She looked down at her bloody hands, trembling violently as a throaty sob escaped her lips. Her expression was one of anguish as she let her hands fall to her sides, her legs buckling beneath her as she fell to her knees.

"What did she do?"

Kurt lowered his hands, moving to Janes side and kneeling beside her.

"Did she hurt anyone.?"

Kurt hesitated, his mind flashing to the two men in the cells, the trail of bodies leading to this room, and the three dead bodies that littered it.

"That's not important right now Jane. We-."

"How many Kurt!" Jane screamed, tear-filled eyes glaring at him through her dark blood-stained lashes.

"At least eight," Kurt said after a moment of silence. His heart sank as Jane's shoulders slumped, another sob racking her body as her shaking hands curled into tight fists. Her whole body was shaking. Reaching forward, he cupped her cheek. Ignoring the way, she flinched from his touch.

"Jane...we need to get out of this basement. Need to get that head wound looked at." When Jane didn't seem to hear Kurt, he looked back towards his other two companions. Noticing how Tasha's skin had become much paler than before.

"Tahsa needs an ambulance too. She's lost a lot of blood."

This seemed to get Jane attention. She looked up, her eyes moving past Kurt to gaze at Zapata, who still held on tightly to Reade. Jane nodded, slowly getting to her feet. Wordlessly, she moved passed her team, her eyes cast down to the floor as she made her way to the surface.

A silence fell among them.


So what do you think? Should there be a part 3. Maybe something about the team's reactions towards Jane now that they know about Remi? Love to know what you think. Have a good one!

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