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, here is the next update. Hope you enjoy. I am really looking forward to the next couple of episodes of the show, I have read some of the press-releases and they all sound amazing. Really hoping for a season three!

Hope you enjoy, tell me what you think!


Reunion

Jane wakes to find an unsuspected visitor in her kitchen.


She woke to a pain in her thighs. A slight, burning sensation that made the muscles on the inside her legs ache. It wasn't a bad pain. Not in the slightest. In fact, it was the kind of pain that made her smile into her pillow as she turned onto her side, her eyes opening slowly to glance around her room. The first thing she noticed was that the room seemed brighter than normal. Almost as if the sun had reached the corners it didn't normally reach, illuminating every inch of her room with a bright yellow glow. The second thing she noticed, were the clothes that lay strewn over the floor, her pants were by the door, her shirt, thrown over the chair and her underwear was on opposite sides of the room. The third thing she noticed, was the smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee.

Stretching her body across the length of the bed, she yawned and threw the covers to the side. Slipping on a tight pair of boxer shorts, black cotton that barely covered her lower half. The rest of her body was completely bare, her tattoos seeming to glisten in the sunlight. She had to admit, she had been anxious about showing Oliver all the tattoos and the scars that came with them. She had imagined him running away as soon as he laid eyes on them.

He had simply smiled, taking her into his arms and whispering in her ear something about art. He had then proceeded to gently kiss his way from her stomach to her thighs.

Jane couldn't remember the last time she felt so…free.

Getting sleepily to her feet, Jane quickly made the bed, making sure the corners were tight and neat. A habit from her military days she guessed. Lining the pillows against the bed symmetrically, she placed Gerald the shark in the middle and smiled at the toothy grin that stood transfixed on the stuffed animals face.

Making her way to the bedroom door, Jane quickly slipped into a black tank top before heading towards the smell of cooking bacon and coffee.

The moment she walked into the kitchen, her smile faded. Her back stiff and body becoming rigid. The light happy feeling that floated in her chest suddenly dropped like a ton of bricks to her stomach. Her hands curled into fists at her sides as she glared at the woman that currently sat across from Oliver, her hands clasped around a steaming cup of coffee.

"Good Morning Dear." Shepherd beamed at her as she sat at the table, a fake smile painting the lips. "It's been so long." She mocked. Her smile only widened as she saw Jane's eyes dart to the draw she kept her spare sidearm. The draw that was open…and empty.

"What are you doing here." Jane asked, her jaw clenching slightly. She didn't make any movement to move towards her mother.

"You don't call, you don't visit." Shepherd teased, rising from her seat at the table and moving to stand next to Oliver. Jane tensed her body, watching as Shepherd put a calloused hand on his shoulder. "You haven't even told me about this handsome young man" Shepherd continued, Oliver looked between Jane and her mother with a soft, lopsided smile, before moving to face the quickly crisping bacon that cooked on the stove. Jane's heart beat faster as she saw Shepherd's other hand rest on a noticeable gun-shaped lump on her hip, her smile turning sinister and her eyes never leaving Jane's. It was Oliver's voice that broke the silence.

"You never told me your Mother was in town Jane. I was just starting breakfast when she knocked on the door."

Jane remained frozen.

"Funny." She said. "I don't remember inviting you over…" Shepherd moved her head to the side, her hand falling away from Oliver's shoulder as she took small steps towards her daughter.

"Since when does a mother need an invitation to visit her daughter. A daughter who she hasn't seen or heard from in months. Speaking of which…how's your darling brother?"

Jane's mouth twitched, Shepherd's smile growing more sinister and mocking by the second. Jane shifted from one foot to the other, her eyes now completely focused on the woman that stood a few feet away from her. She felt the urge to grab the knife that lay on the counter top. Shepherd must have seen her eyes move towards the blade, because she stopped and leaned directly in front of it, crossing her arms over her chest. Hey eyes challenging Jane to try and grab it.

"He's fine." Jane said, then smirked. "Better than he's been in a while."

Shepherd own smile faded slightly. There was a long silence before she spoke again. Nothing but the scraping of metal and the sizzling of meat in the pan.

"I am sure we will find some time to get together soon. Just the three of us, maybe even bring this lovely young man" Shepard spoke. She turned to look at Oliver, then moved her gaze back to Jane. "One. Happy. Little. Family."

Moving towards her daughter with outstretched arms. Jane stiffened once more as her mother wrapped her arms around her, bringing her close. Her lips moved to her daughter's ear.

"You better hug back, or you will be picking bits of your boyfriend out of the carpet."

With a tightening of her jaw and a repressed sigh, Jane wrapped her arms around her mother, another silence failing among them as they stood in the door way in an awkward embrace. It was Shepherd that pulled away first, cupping Jane's face in her hands and kissing her on the forehead. Dropping her hands to Jane's shoulders, she squeezed them hard, before turning and moving toward the living room.

"You're not staying?" Oliver said as he plated up the bacon, Shepherd turned and smiled sweetly at him. It was a smile that made Jane sick to her stomach.

"I really must be going. I have plans." She grabbed her coat that was slung over the chair. "I just thought I would pop in a say hello. I so seldom get to speak with my little girl…"

Shepherd moved her eyes once more in Jane's direction. Jane glared back, her fist still clenched at her side. Once again, her mother's lips contorted into a cruel smile.

"Oliver dear. I'd love to get to know you more. Perhaps we should go out sometime. For a coffee. You can tell me all about the time you met my daughter."

Oliver nodded his head as he gulped his coffee.

"I think that's a splendid idea." He said with a smile, moving to Jane's side and wrapping a strong arm around her waist. They both watched as Shepherd turned and left. The door closed with a click behind her and the house was silent for a moment.

"You mother seems like a lovely lady." Oliver broke the silence, kissing Jane on the cheek before moving to the table where two plates of bacon and egg lay waiting. He poured coffee into a clean cup and sat down nearest the door. Jane still hadn't moved.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, his expression suddenly serious. Taking a deep breath, Jane nodded, moving to sit at the table. She took three long gulps of coffee, her eyes fixed on the door her mother had just left through.

She was a fool to think she could be happy. To think she could have a normal life.

All those feelings from early morning. The floating feeling in her chest, the butterflies in her stomach, the feelings that put a genuine smile on her face. They were all gone, replaced by the familiar and disconnecting feeling of dread, anger and crushing fear and self-loathing.

This life wasn't meant for her.

Jane finished her coffee then took a bite into the honey bacon. Somehow, it tasted bitter. She moved her gaze towards Oliver, who smiled at her with a mouthful of bacon. The smile made her eyes soften. He was a good man; of that she was positive, and good men didn't belong with people like her.

She pushed her eggs to the side of her plate, suddenly feeling full. Oliver eyed her from over the table.

"Are you sure you're alight Jane." Jane shook her head. What could she say, she couldn't exactly tell him the truth, at least not all of it. It would put him in danger and she was sure that if she did tell him everything, he would hate her. Despise her even, just like everyone else.

"Jane?" He called to her again, his expression one of concern as focused his pale green eyes on her face. Reaching his hand across the tables wooden surface to touch her hand. Jane took a deep breath, placing her fork beside her plate.

"We need to talk." She said.

As Oliver's face fell, a silence invaded the room. The ticking of the clock the only sounds in the otherwise hushed atmosphere.

"I haven't been completely truthful with you."

This life may not have belonged to her, but that didn't mean she was going to let it slip through her fingers.


So what do you think? Hope you enjoyed. Also, if any of you have read my original story on WatPad, i would really like to hear your thoughts.