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 long delay, I have been playing Mass Effect and I was pretty much dead to the world for a while. This fic was based off the promo for the episode 'Solo's,' but I didn't get a chance to post it before the episode actually aired.I was surprised at how close I came to the actual episode! Maybe I should write for the show..that would be awesome...If I did get the chance to write for the show, Jaime Alexander would be naked a lot more often.

Anyway hope you enjoy!

PS: IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES, PLEASE CONTACT ME AND I WILL FIX THEM. I DID NOT NOTICE ANY WHEN I READ THROUGH IT, BUT I AM A TERROR WITHOUT SPELLCHECK.


Solo's

Jane and Oliver have to fight to survive when they are taken by an unknown enemy.

Solo's

When Jane woke, it was to a splitting headache and a throbbing pain in her neck, the light in the unfamiliar room she was in seeming to tear through her retina's like hot irons. Groaning, she threw the covers from her trembling body, feeling a wave of nausea hit her as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her knees buckling under her weight as she attempted to get to her feet. She groaned as she hit the floor with a painful thud, her stomach churning unpleasantly at the sudden movement, threatening to empty itself all over the floor. She flinched slightly when gentle hands fell on her shoulders, her body tensing at the sudden contact.

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't move Jane, the feeling will pass soon, just breath slowly."

It took her a moment to realise the voice belonged to Oliver, at first he sounded as if he were talking to her through a tin can, but as her vision cleaned and her senses finally came back to her, she managed to take two deep breaths, swallowing the rising bile that threatened to show itself.

"What happened. Where are we?"

"I don't know." Oliver said, helping her to her feet. Shaking the dizziness from her head, Jane surveyed the room, moving towards the windows. She tried pulling it open, a low growl resonating from her chest as it refused to budge. Moving to the next one, she tried it again, then again, her hands fisting at her sides as it shook only slightly.

"Dammit!"

She turned to face Oliver, her heat beating so fast in her chest, she thought it might break her rib cage. She took in Oliver's expression as he sat on the end of the bed, his hands clenching and un-clenching in his lap as he looked up at her with wide, worried eyes. She didn't want to think who was behind this…it couldn't have been who she thought it was. It just couldn't. She moved to his side, looking for any injury's.

"Are you okay?" She asked, moving her hand to cup his face. He nodded silently. "Are you hurt?" He shook his head wordlessly, moving his eyes to survey the room. Jane took a deep breath, standing once more to search for a way out, any way, out, her breathing becoming laboured as she realised there was none. Even if she did manage to break one of the windows, she would still have to find a way to get passed the metal bars that covered the frames or run risk of the shattering glass drawing the attention of whoever took them.

"I'm so sorry Jane." Oliver said, she turned to him with a frown. What does he have to be sorry about? she thought to herself, moving to his side once more.

"For what?" She asked, he looked at her with a worried expression, his mouth opening in reply. The click of the door made him stop, turning his eyes towards the noise. He got to his feet, moving to stand directly in front of Jane. The door opened, revealing three men armed with assault rifles. Raising their weapons, the taller of three stepped inside, his eyes narrowing as he looked towards Oliver.

"Nicolas wants to see you." As the taller man moved closer towards them, Oliver blocked his way to Jane, his face contorting into an angry scowl.

"You can tell Nicolas to go screw himself, better yet, you can go screw yourself as well Conner."

Conner smiled toothlessly. Jane made a face at the vile sight, her brow furrowing as she watched the exchange between the two men. Conner looked passed Oliver's shoulder towards Jane, then moved his eyes back to Oliver.

"I wouldn't recommend that…you know Nicolas doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Jane could see Oliver noticeably stiffen. "If I were you, I would do what he says, unless you want your girlfriend to suffer the consequences of your stupidity." Conner moved towards Jane, moving the end of his weapon in her direction, Oliver blocked his way once more, his hands raising defensively.

"Okay, Okay…I'll meet Nicolas."

They were both silent when Conner lead them into the living room, three armed men standing by the doors. Jane risked a glance around the room. The first thing she noticed was the stag head that rested just above the dead fireplace. From what she could tell, it looked like a hunting lodge. Conner lead them towards a black, moth eaten sofa, raising his weapon towards Jane's head.

"Sit."

When Conner turned to walk away, Jane turned her head towards Oliver, her voice a low whisper.

"Oliver…what's going on. Who's Nicolas?"

Oliver simply looked to the floor, his lips pressed tightly against one another. She was about to ask again, when a voice from behind them made her jump.

"Jason. It's been a while...or, is it Oliver now?" The voice was accented with a thick Australian accent. Jane moved her gaze towards the man that sat next to her. So that was his name. Jason. He didn't look like a Jason. She felt a surge of anger rise in her chest, then instantly felt guilty for feeling it. It was a bit hypocritical of her to feel such emotions. She hadn't exactly told Oliver her real name either. Jane didn't miss the sharp intake of breath from Oliver as a man walked into their field of vision. He was an older man, with thick white hair and an aged face. Wrinkles appeared at the sides of eyes when he smiled.

"Nicholas."

The man glared at him for a second, then turned cruel eyes towards Jane, an unpleasant smile turning his lips upwards

"Well, My dear boy. She doesn't look like the usual supermodel bimbos you date…in fact, this one looks as if she actually has a personality." He watched her for a second, noticing the way her eyes moved around the room. He chuckled. "Smart too, counting all the exits, windows, doors. Counting all the men in this room. Looking for a way out."

He took a step towards her, folding his arms across his wide chest. Oliver stiffened.

"So, what are you?" He asked, she could see Oliver's eyes darting in her direction every so often. "Marines?"

"Something like that, Yeah." She answered, meeting his eyes with a glare. Nicholas chuckled.

"But not anymore?" He asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

The questions made Jane uncomfortable.

"Let's just say the military and I had different ideas about what they should and shouldn't do."

The man nodded, seeming to understand. His eyes softened, kneeling down and placing his hands on Jane's knees.

"I am truly sorry my Nephew, brought you into this. Please don't take what I am about to do as any personal to you." He then turned to Oliver, his smile disappearing, his expression becoming angry.

"Where is the money Jason?"

Oliver pushed his lips together, looking down at the floor. Jane didn't notice the man that had come to stand beside her until the butt of his rifle connected hard with her temple. She grunted, her head snapping to the side. She could feel a warm, sticky liquid trickle down the side of her cheek.

"Where is the money?"

Again, Oliver said nothing and again, Jane felt a pain erupting in her cheekbone as the butt of a rifle once again connected with her face.

"It's gone!" Oliver finally said, just as the man beside Jane lifted his rifle again. "It's gone, I spent it. There's no money. I will do whatever you need to get it back…just please don't hurt her anymore. She has nothing to do with this."

A phone ringing made Jane and Oliver jump. The sudden shrill tone seeming out of place in the otherwise tense atmosphere. Nicolas frowned, reaching into his back pocket where his cell phone rested.

"Who is this and how did you get this number?" There was the faint sound of a woman's voice on the other line and Nicolas's face turned white. His eyes darted to Jan and he swallowed hard.

"Of course." He said and the dull hum of the dial tone could be faintly heart in the silent room. Placing the phone back in his pocket. Nicolas looked between Oliver and Jane.

"Your little girlfriend is not as innocent as she seems. Honestly Jason…sleeping with a terrorist."

Jane felt a panic rising in her chest. Nicolas took a step towards her, a look an anger in his eyes…and something else. Something that resembled…fear.

"Looks like we are in the presence of the one and only Remi." Nicolas announced to the room. There was a series of hushed murmurs around the room. Jane sighed, clenching her teeth together.

"It seems we have found one of Shepard's lost little sheep."

Jane chuckled, staring the man in the eye.

"Shepard…sheep…clever. Come up with that all by yourself?"

Nicolas chuckled again.

"You really must be very brave or very stupid. Going against Shepard. I can understand that brother of yours going against her…but you?" He shook his head. Jane could see Oliver staring at her with a confused and fearful expression. "I have never seen a more loyal dog."

Jane stared the man down, her eyes flashing with anger. She felt her hands curl into firsts.

"Sometimes, even the most loyal dogs turn on their masters. If you push them enough."

Nicolas stepped back slightly, an uncomfortable glare in his eye.

"Well, you can sort that out with mommy when she gets here."

It was Jane's turn to feel afraid.

"What?"

"Somehow she found out we have you. Told me to keep you here until she arrives to collect you…I know better than to argue with Shepard. She'll be here in a few hours to collect you. Whatever she does after that is up to her. I only care about getting my money back from my nephew."

When Nicolas turned his back, Jane felt a cold fear grip her chest.

"Who the hell are you?" Oliver said from beside her, she turned her angry gaze towards him.

"I could ask you the same thing." She whispered through gritted teeth. "If that's your uncle, he is packing some serious heat. How much money did you steal from him…and why?"

"I grew up in a family of arm's dealers." Oliver explained. He kept looking back to see if they were being watched. "When I turned twenty five, my uncle wanted me to join the family business. I wanted nothing to do with them…so I stole twenty million dollars from his account and I ran. Using it to start a new life and my charity." He leaned in closer, his eyes hard and jaw set. "Your turn to explain."

Jane pursed her lips. Taking a deep breath.

"Shepard is the head of one of the most dangerous and successful terror organisations run out of this country. She's also my mother…foster mother…" She waited and gauged his reaction. "I was her second in command…"

"You-"

Jane interrupted him.

"Look, you can hate me later. Right now, we need to work together to get out of here. Shepard is crazy. When she gets here, she will kill everyone, including you."

Oliver was still at a loss for words. He simply nodded.

"I need you just stay stay down and not do anything okay?"

Oliver frowned, his mouth opening to question Jane's words when she suddenly sprang from the seat, the force of her charge knocking both her and Nicolas to the ground. Nicolas grunted. There was a clatter of something metallic on the floor and suddenly, Oliver felt the barrel of a gun pressed hard against his head.

"Stop now, or I put a bullet in his head!" Conner shouted, Jane rolled to her back, slowly getting to her feet. One hand was held behind her back as the other raised defensively in front of her.

"Cant blame a girl for trying." Jane chuckled, Nicolas stood, brushing the dust from his trousers.

"What exactly were you trying to achieve?" He shouted, Jane shrugged.

"That's for me to know." She said, Nicolas glared at her with fearful eyes then moved to the table at the other end of the room.

"Keep your guns on her!"

When Jane was forced to sit back down, Conner struck her again, her lip splitting. The arm she held behind her back moving to tuck under her leg. Oliver saw a flash of something that looked like a phone in her hands.

"Try that again and I'll put a bullet in your boyfriend's kneecaps."

Jane grimaced as she tasted blood.


Patterson sipped what must have been her sixth cup of coffee of the morning. Brushing the sleep from her eyes with a tired yawn. She tapped her fingers on the table in front of her, her eyes unblinking as she stared intently of the image of Bordon on the screen in front of her.

It wasn't until her phone rang that she realised she had been gritting her teeth. A painful ache in her jaw suddenly making itself known.

Sighing, she looked down at her phone, frowning at the strange number. Swiping her finger to answer, she spoke.

"Hello?"

All that greeted her was a series of long and short beeps. She frowned.

"Hello?" She said again, but once more, all that answered her, were beeps. Long and short that seemed to repeating themselves. For a moment, she simply listened to them, her eyes becoming wide when she realised what they were. Clicking towards her assistant, she motioned for him to get her some paper.

It was Morse-code.

Listening intently, she wrote the message with shaking hands.

S-O-S.
T-R-A-C-E.
S-I-G-N-A-L.
J-A-N-E
I-N.
D-A-N-G-E-R.
S-E-N-D.
A-R-M-E-D.
R-E-S-P-O-N-C-E

Patterson stared open mouthed at the message, reading it a few times in her head. The beeps repeated.

"Oh my god."


Jane held an ice pack to the side of her face as Patterson examined her, her eyes scrutinising the nasty cut that slashed her friends eyebrow. Jane looked outwards towards the man that sat at the table in one of the conference rooms. Oliver Kind, sat at the head of the table, his eyes cast down as doctor bandaged his hand.

"Well it's not going to need stitches, but take it easy for a few days." Patterson said then chuckled. "But I realise I'm telling you to take it easy...so...just try to get hit in the face for at least a couple days...if you can handle that." Jane nodded, her eyes still staring at Oliver. Patterson followed her gaze.

"Go talk to him."

Jane looked up towards her blond friend, sighing.

Moving towards the conference room. She breathed deeply before she entered, sending an awkward smile in Oliver direction. The doctor got up and left, leaving them alone. Oliver flexed his fingers.

"It's certainly been an interesting day, hasn't it?" Oliver looked up at her, a look of distrust in his eyes. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

"That it has." He said shortly. There was a silence between them. Jane glanced down at his bandaged hand.

"How's your hand?" Jane asked. Oliver avoided the question, seeming to look anywhere to look but Jane.

"I know you may have questions...I'm sorry I had to keep this hidden but-"

"He called you a terrorist…Nicolas…" Oliver questioned. Jane nodded her head, her eyes cast to the floor.

"Yeah."

"Was he telling the truth. Were you really as bad as he said you were?"

Jane bit her lip before answering.

"Probably worse. My mother erased my memory." Jane bit her lip hard at the look Oliver gave her. "Her plan was to send me into the FBI as a Trojan horse and destroy them from the inside, but I turned against her. I guess when she erased my memory…she also erased the years of brainwashing."

"But before that..." Oliver began. "You worked with her…in her terror group." Jane nodded slowly. Oliver sighed.

"My family is the reason I had to run. I might have stolen from them but I didn't join them in their crimes…you…you killed people Jane…Remi…whatever your name is. You're a…were a terrorist."

Jane nodded, seeming to understand where this conversation was going.

"Just because you don't remember it, doesn't make all the blood on your hands wash away. You still murdered people. Innocent people. Even if you are not that person now…I just don't think I can see past that." Oliver said. His voice broke ever so slightly. Jane nodded, clenching her jaw. The weight of Oliver's words seeming to push her shoulders to the floor and make them ache. A familiar icy feeling resonated in her chest. She took a shuddering breath before she spoke again.

"I understand completely. There is no changing what I was." She stopped to think for a second, sighing. "What I am. You're free to leave whenever you need" She turned to leave. "I just wanted to say thank you." Jane said, stopping short of leaving through the door and turning to face Oliver again. The man frowned.

"For what?"

"For making the numbness go away. Even if it was just for a little while. For making me feel…normal."

Jane bit her lip, taking a deep breath against the tears the threatened to fall. Oliver said nothing, his eyes falling to the floor. Jane cleared her throat.

"I hope you have a wonderful life Oliver." Jane smiled sadly, then turned to leave. She faintly heard Oliver call her name as she left through the door.

Before she knew it, she was walking through the door to Romans cell. The door to his glass cage open and inviting her in. He sat on the edge of his bed, a book open in his lap and his back against the wall. A grey scratchy blanket warmed his knees. Jane said nothing as she moved to sit next to him, covering her own knees with the blanket and resting her head on her brother's shoulder. He momentarily glanced at her with sad eyes, before resting his cheek on the top of her head. They sat in silence, reading from the pages of the book open in Roman's hands.

It wasn't much, but in that moment, they both felt that numbness ebb away, they both felt normal. They might not have had much…but at least they had each other.

And that was all that mattered.


This isn't my best work, but I really liked the idea and the ending. I didn't put the rescue in because I was having a lot of trouble writing it for some reason. I think my muse might be ignoring me. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! More to come! I am actually writing a short based off the promo of next weeks episode, so hopefully I can get it up before it airs.