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.
This is just something that popped into my head dueing the latest episode 2x12. It os a bit violent, so you have been warned!
Hope you enjoy!
Guardian
Jane would always protect her brother. No matter what. (A different take on Episode 2x12)
"Which one of you wants to die first?" Abe's voice was gruff as he spoke, his tattooed fingers twitching on the trigger of the weapon he moved between Roman and Jane. Three other vipers stood around him, their own hands resting on their weapons that were tucked into their belts.
Things had gotten very bad, very quickly. In fact, Jane didn't understand how the situation had spiralled so out of control. Everything seemed to be going to plan and suddenly, everything went to shit and Abe had pulled a gun.
"Did you think we wouldn't figure out that you were playing us Roman?" Abe asked, Roman remained silent, his fingers twitching at his side. His eyes hard as he nervously rubbed his thumb and two fingers against each other. Jane glanced down towards his fidgeting digits, biting her lip. This wasn't going to end well.
"You're different since the last time we met…but I never would have pegged you for a rat." Abe spat, he took a step closer, the men behind him shifting uneasily from foot to foot.
"We went back to where you shot those truckers." Abe continued, taking another step closer. "The bodies were gone. No blood…nothing…care to explain that?"
Again, Roman remained silent. Abe glared at him before a grim smile played over his features.
"Still got nothing to say?" He asked, his smile widening before turning the gun to Jane. Out of the corner of her eye, Jane saw Roman's hand curl into a fist.
"What If I pump your precious sister full of lead." Abe said, pulling the hammer back on his gun. "Will that loosen your tongue?" Jane noticed the way Roman's mouth twitched.
"Don't threaten her." Roman warned. Abe took yet another step forward. His smile grew wider and foul.
"Or…I could always pump her with something else." Abe chuckled, his men joining in as he took another step forward. In an instant, Abe was on his back. Roman charging at him and knocking him to the floor, his fists flying wildly towards his face. Jane rushed towards the other three, disarming a large bald man as he pulled his weapon. With his gun clattering to the floor, Jane threw a powerful left hook, her fist connecting hard with the man's cheek. As he fell to the floor she felt two arms pull her back, the smaller of the three men landing a punch to her stomach. Jane grunted as another punch landed on the side of her head, her vision blurring. Using the man's weight against him, Jane lifted herself up, pushing off the nearby pool table and slamming the man that held her against the wall. Throwing her head back, she smiled as she heard the sicking crack of his nose. As his grip loosened she spun, kicking him in the face. He fell to the floor and didn't move again.
She could hear Roman screaming behind her as she rushed towards the smaller man, her first connecting with his chin three times before she grabbed his head, slamming into the side of tje pool table.
Turning on her heel, Jane grunted as she was knocked to the floor, the bald man with black teeth pinning her down as his hands went to her throat. Clawing at his wrists, Jane could already feel her vision begin to darken. As he leaned forward, his putrid breath invading his nostrils, his grip loosened ever so slightly. Jane took the opportunity to turn her head, spotting a glass bottle that had fallen on the floor. Reaching for it, she brought it down against the man's head. His head falling into the crook of Jane's neck as his body went limp. Pushing him off of her, Jane inhaled deeply, her hands moving to her neck where she could already feel the first signs of bruising.
Getting to her feet, she moved to the end of the bar, her eyes widening at the site that greeted her. Roman straddled a lifeless Abe, his eyes wide with rage as he plunged his knife into the man's chest four times. The former bikers face, a mangled mess of flesh.
"Roman." Jane finally found her voice. Her brother didn't seem to hear her call him as he plunged his knife into Abe's chest another three times.
"Roman." Jane tried again, again, her cry was ignored.
"Roman!" She shouted again. This time, he stopped. His head snapping up to glare at her before his expression softened. His eyes blinking three times before he looked back down at the man he had just killed. Shakily he got to his feet.
"Oh god…I" He stuttered, Jane was at his side in an instant. "I didn't mean…I couldn't help myself…I just..."
Jane looked between Abe's mutilated body and back to Roman. A crackle in her ear made her heart stop.
"Jane we're approaching the bar now. Are you okay?" Kurt's worried voice greeted her. If he had seen what Roman had just done, he would never be let out of his prison again, or worse, he would be sent to an institution, never able to see the light of day, pumped full of mind numbing drugs and strapped to a bed. The doctors would say they were keeping him 'safe from himself.'
"He was going to hurt you. I don't…I just lost it." Roman explained. He looked down at his shaking bloody hands. Jane rubbed the back of her neck, looking towards the door and expecting the team to break through at any moment.
"Give me the knife Roman." Her brother looked down at her, confused.
"What…"
"Just give me the knife. Now." With trembling hands, Roman did as he was told, the excess blood that trickled down the handle already staining Jane's hands red.
"Go wash your hands." Jane said. Her voice was stern and emotionless. "Don't come out until you hear voices."
"But…" Roman started. He stopped dead when Jane glared up at him.
"I wasn't asking Roman." Nodding his head and moving his eyes to the floor, Roman turned and headed for the kitchen, taking one final glance towards his sister before pushing his way through the door. Jane sighed as she heard heavy footsteps outside. Moving to position herself over Abe's body, she held the knife tightly in her now blood soaked hands.
She didn't even react when the door burst open, Reade, Zapata ad Kurt, covering the room before coming to a stop in the middle of the bar. Their eyes were drawn to the three bodies that scattered floor by the door, then to Jane, who still stood over Abe, the knife shaking in her hand.
"Jane?" Kurt tried. She turned her head towards them, her face devoid of any emotion. Dropping the knife to the floor beside Abe's mutilated body, she moved towards them, her heart breaking slightly as they took a step back. She didn't let it show on her face.
"He attacked me." Jane simply said. "He was on to us from the beginning."
Kurt looked between Jane and the body that lay in a lifeless heap behind her.
"Where's Roman?" Weller asked. Jane's eye twitched noticeably.
"He was in the back when it happened."
Suddenly, the door to the kitchen opened. Kurt watched as Roman walked out, his eyes cast down to the floor as he tried to avoid their gazes. There was a tense silence.
"What happened…exactly?" Kurt asked through gritted teeth. He watched as Roman looked to Jane, who stared at him, unblinking. Roman cast his eyes to the floor once more. Shrugging.
"I will tell you everything that happened back at HQ. Can we go now?" Jane asked. "It's not like these guys are in any condition to tell us anything." Her voice was cold as she spoke.
Kurt moved his gaze once more towards Jane, frowning. He was used to seeing Jane's expressionless mask. She wore it much too often for his liking, but her eyes had always been so expressive, so open. He shivered when they suddenly turned so dark…so empty.
Without another word, Jane headed for the door, her hand curling protectively around Roman's bicep and dragging him with her. Kurt clenched his teeth, watching her go. Turning to look back at Abe's body, he sighed.
"Let's go." He ordered the others. They left without another word.
"What the hell happened out there!" Pellington was practically screaming when he entered the room. Kurt sat silently behind his desk, his hands curled into fists as he rested his elbows on its surface. Jane sat opposite him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. As Pellington moved to stand beside Kurt, Jane sighed as two FBI agents followed him into the room, standing each side of the door.
"I told you already." She started. "Abe and his men attacked me when Roman went to the back. They were suspicious of me from the beginning. I was defending myself."
Pellington leaned forward, resting his hands on the table, his expression one of pure fury.
"Defending yourself. I don't count stabbing a man in the chest seven times 'defending yourself!'"
Jane took a deep breath, flinching slightly. She bit the inside of her cheek before answering, her heart beating in her chest painfully. She had to protect Roman. No matter what.
"I lost control!" She shouted, slamming her fists on the table as she stood. She saw the two agents beside the door move to grab their weapons. Pellington glared at her, his lips thinning.
"There's losing control Miss Doe." He began. "And there's losing your mind. The way you 'defended' yourself was nothing short of brutal and psychotic. I am starting to think that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree when it comes to your demented little family." He spat the words at her and as he continued to talk, Jane could feel her heat beat faster in her chest. "From now on, I think it's best to keep you on a shorter leash."
Jane slowly sat, her hands moving to grip the edges of her chair tightly. Her eyes moved to Kurt, her heart aching as he refused to look at her. She could still hear Pellington droning on.
"If I had it my way, I would have you in the cell next to your brother."
Jane shrugged. A cell next to Roman wouldn't be too bad, at least she wouldn't be alone all the time.
"Whatever you feel is best. Sir."
Pellington straightened, fixing his tie as he looked towards Kurt.
"I want 24-hour detail on Miss Doe at all times." He ordered. Kurt simply nodded, still unable to look at Jane. "From now on, she is here purely as a consultant. She is not to go out into the field under any circumstances and she is to stay under guard at the FBI at all times."
"You cant do that!" Jane argued. "You cant just take away my freedom like that. I have rights-"
"No Miss Doe. That's where you are wrong. You don't exist, which means your rights don't exist...unless you want to change your story about what happened today?"
Jane glared at Pellington, her nails digging painfully into her palms as she resisted the urge to break his neck. Her mind racing at the possibility of being trapped once again. Like she had been when she had fist come back, but her brother was more important then the limited freedom the FBI had given her.
"I've already told you what happened."
Pellington nodded curtly.
"Then if you'll excuse us Miss Doe, myself and Deputy Director Weller have to clean up the mess you made." Jane stood.
"Is there anything else sir?" Jane asked through gritted teeth.
"Yes. You can give your weapon back to the armoury. You won't be needing it anymore and If you so much as step a toe out of line again, I will have you sent back to that cell at the CIA and trust me miss Doe, you will never see the light of day again. Understood?"
Jane nodded stiffly.
"Perfectly."
She left without another word. Her new detail following closely behind as she left the room. She could feel the eyes of the other agents on her as she made her way to her new home. The interrogation room she had spent the first two weeks in when she had returned to the FBI. It seemed she was doomed to spend her life in windowless cells.
She spotted Reade and Zapata watch her cautiously as she moved passed the break room.
It hurt. A lot. To have suspicions eyes cast her way again, after all this time, they had just started to trust her again. Zapata had even started to warm up to her. Now that was gone.
But it was for Roman. Her brother. The only one that ever really cared for her.
She would protect him till her dying breath, because that was her job. Her purpose.
For now and always.
Yeah, I know. Dark and depressing, but I think Jane would do anything for her brother. Looking forward to seeing what happens when he finds out. I hope he doesn't turn on her. He can hate her for a few episodes then maybe figure out that she did it to protect him?
Loving the brother/sister dynamic they have going on!
Anyway, tell me what you think!
Hope you enjoyed, next chapter up soon!
A.W
