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 this took so long, I have been away. :) Here is a nice long chapter for you. An alternate version of Missing PT2!

Warning, this deals with some dark themes, so you have been warned.


Missing (Alternate) PT:2


There was a ringing in his ears. A shrill annoying drone that drilled through his head with every minuscule movement he made. He could feel a sticky substance warm the side of his head, his body feeling heavy as he attempted to shift from the uncomfortable position he found himself him. It didn't take him long to figure out he was tied to a chair, the ropes that bound his hands digging into the skin of his wrists. He opened his eyes, feeling grateful for the dull light of the warehouse. His head felt like it was in a vice. Looking to his left then to his right, his heart sunk as he realised his team were in the same predicament as himself. He knew he should have listened to his gut.

His flak jacket had been removed, as had everyone else's, their armour, weapon and coats laying on a table a few meters from where they sat. Tasha and Reade sat further from him, both unconscious and Roman began to wake next to him.

"Glad to see you've joined us Agent Weller"

The cold familiar voice greeted his ears like nails on a chalkboard, sending shivers down his spine. He turned his head towards the sound, seeing the way Roman's own head shot up to glare in the general direction of the voice.

"Shepard." Kurt hissed, searching the small space of the warehouse. The windows were boarded, no natural light, except for minuscule rays of sun that broke through the dirty skylight.

"I would have thought you would have found us sooner to be honest." He could see Tasha and Reade wake slowly out of the corner of his eye.

"Where's Jane?"

A chuckled sounded from behind them, familiar, yet there was something off about it. Something cold. It was followed by footsteps and the shuffling of clothing, Kurt turned his head towards it, his neck straining to follow the tall figure that finally came into view. His eyes went wide and the gasps from both Tasha and Reade almost echoed in the empty space.

"Is what you called me?" Jane's voice greeted his ears, but unlike the kind, husky tones it held when he had spoken to her last, her voice was cruel, decisive and devoid of anything that resembled emotion. "Not very original, is it?" His mouth hung open as she moved to stand next to Shepard, her body bent slightly (Probably still recovering from the wound on her hip.) Kurt's mouth hung open as he stared at her, nothing of the woman he knew before behind the eyes that glared daggers at him.

"J…" Roman whispered beside him, Kurt could see Shepard's eyes dart to the man, before moving to rest back on him. Jane's own eyes moved towards her brother, softening slightly as she stared at him.

"Jane, listen to me-" Kurt began, but as her eyes shot towards him, an angry snarl forming on her lips, a lump formed in his throat.

"Don't call me that!" She spat at him, her fists curling at her sides. "My mother told me about how you had me running around like your faithful dog." Shepard's hand moved to her daughters' shoulder, squeezing gently.

"What…No, that's not true. You're our friend Jane…."

"Friend…" She repeated, as if the word tasted like dirt in her mouth. "Is that why you took away my memories, held me prisoner…used me as your own personal weapon?" she asked.

"Took away your...Oh my god…she Zipped you again…Jane…you worked with the FBI-" Zapata started, the words only seemed to anger the tattoo woman more.

"I would never work with the FBI!" She turned to face Tasha. "I hate the FBI!" She took three deep breaths. "and after today…there will be no more FBI…CIA...there will be no more government and this country will get the restart it deserves." As Kurt stared into Jane's eyes, it was like staring into the soul of a madman. "Today, this country burns."

The Jane he knew was gone.

"We led you here, so you would not try and stop us. You and your team can live through this Kurt." Shepard spoke, moving forward, Jane glared at him a moment longer, before moving to the desk the equipment lay on.

Shepard took one more step towards them. A cruel smile tugging her lips upwards.

"You can still be apart of this Roman. We can do this…as a family…just like we planned." Roman glared at her, his eye twitching slightly.

"I am not going be your tool anymore."

She was silent for a moment.

"Fine. Then you're my enemy…and you're Remi's enemy."

She smiled and walked away without another word. The team's attention turned towards Jane as the woman shuffled through their belongings, checking their weapons and rechecking their comms.

"Jane…this isn't you. Shepard's indoctrinated you again. You have to try and rem-" Roman begged.

A clatter of metal on metal caught her attention, her eyes moving towards a small coin that had fallen out of the bearded man's pocket. She frowned, throwing the jacket carelessly on the table and bending down to pick up the coin. She ran her thumb over the familiar design, a warm feeling suddenly spreading in her chest.

"You recognise that coin, don't you?" The bearded man's voice greeted her ears and she turned to face him, her jaw clenched tightly. Her face softened as she looked at him, she couldn't help but feel drawn to the man. It was almost as if they shared a connection. "You have to remember me…please…"

She frowned, fiddling with the coin wither fingers. There was something about it. Something that felt important, but she couldn't quite place why in her mind. Everything was a mess. It almost felt as If her brain was going through a hundred thousand thoughts at a time, but none of them ever made a connection.

"Remi." He mother called from her from the doorway. Dressed head to toe in black. It was time. "Let's go."

She looked down at the coin in her hand, her brain still trying to make a connection. She heard a name at the back of her mind…a name beginning with an I… Ian?

"Remi!" Her mother called again, and suddenly the name had disappeared as soon as it had come. "Since when do I have to tell you twice?"

She looked at the four agents that still sat tied to the chairs, her gaze lingering on the bearded man. His expression one of anguish as she let the coin fall from her hand, the small circular bit of metal hitting the concrete with a clang and rolling away. She turned on her heel and followed her mother out the door. Leaving the team in darkness.

Kurt watched in horror as Jane disappeared through the door, hearing the distinct sound of an engine and the screeching of tires.

"Oh my god." He heard Zapata whisper. His mind was racing to catch up with what had just happened. He heard Roman hiss and grunt beside him before the man pushed himself back from his chair, the feeble wood exploding under his weight. He was on his feet in seconds, wriggling out the ropes that bound his hands. He made quick work at untying the others.

"We have to follow them. We have to help my sister…"

"Roman hold on." Kurt rushed towards his comms, quickly placing it in his ear.

"Patterson!" He yelled, it took only seconds for the blond to reply.

"Weller!?" She said. "Where have you been, I have been trying to get hold of you for hours…is everyone okay…did you find Jane?"

"Patterson, I need you to track the vehicle that just left our location" He ordered.

"Kurt, what's going on?"

"Phase two."

"Is Jane…."

Kurt grit his teeth before answering.

"Jane's with Shepard…. she zipped her Patterson. We need to stop them before they hurt someone."

There was a silence on the other end.

"Patterson?"

"The van just turned off the highway, heading towards Maddison Avenue. I will send you the tracking details." The young techs voice was sad as she spoke. Kurt phone beeped three times with the details.

"Send a swat team to stop the van Patterson!" Kurt headed towards the door, Roman and his team following closely behind. "We're on our way!"

If Kurt could press his foot down on the accelerator even more, he was sure his entire leg would break through the bottom of the SUV. He didn't even notice the world speeding by at a million miles a minuet, his eyes focused ahead as he sped towards his destination.

"What if we can't get through to her?" Roman's voice was sad and small in the tiny space of the car.

"Don't think like that Roman…she's confused…but we can still help her." Tasha answered, the scared man turned sad eyes towards her.

"What if we can't?"

Tasha opened her mouth to speak, but she could find no words to answer. The radio crackled to life in her ear.

"Kurt, turn left and take the slip road. Jane is heading right towards the second barricade set up by the local S.W.A.T. They have stopped traffic going either way, but Jane drove straight through the first!"

"There she is!" Tasha yelled, pointing to the end of the road as Jane sped past.

Kurt followed, slamming on the breaks, watching as Jane sped towards the blockade. The awaiting army of armoured men and woman diving for cover as she raced over the tire spikes. Kurt could only watch in horror as the car began to flip, the passenger side slamming into an armoured van and rolling, glass and metal entwining with each-other before coming to a complete stop. The street was silent.

Roman was the first to leave the car, running towards the wreak before being stopped by the closet S.W.A.T team. Kurt, Tasha and Reade joined them, drawing their weapons. Roman fought the men half-hardy as he stared out towards the wreak.

The entire passenger side was a mangled heap of metal and concrete. No way Shepard has survived that. The driver's side was also damaged; the door, caved in and the roof bent inwards at an odd angle. Orange flames licked the back of the van, dark smoke rising and becoming think.

It looked like a war zone.

Kurt was relieved when he spotted a bloody tattooed hand clasp the edges of the window frame, followed by another. Jane slid out of the driver's seat window, a deep cut adorning the side of her head. Shakily she got to her feet and glared upwards towards the blockade. One hand clasped around a thick shard of metal that protruded from her stomach, while the other tightly clasped a gun.

"Drop the weapon!" Kurt heard one of the SWAT team say, their own rifles pointed towards her, ready to defend themselves. He moved forward, watching as Jane took a shaky step towards the army that stood in front of her. She pulled the metal from her stomach and threw it to the floor. Her hand becoming a fist.

"Jane. It's over. Put the gun down!" Kurt shouted.

The dark-haired woman looked at him through the smoke, her face contorted into an angry snarl. Kurt's heart sank. There was nothing about the woman that stood amongst the destruction that he recognised. Jane was gone, once again replaced by the woman she used to be. The monster she used to be. He saw her hands twitching around the handle of the gun, the fire raging behind her as her eyes darted left and right, frantically searching for an escape. When she realised there was none, she turned her eyes to him again, her expression hardening. Kurt's heart shattered.

"Don't do it Jane. We can help you…"

His words fell on def ears, and as the tattooed woman lifted her gun, the sound of gunfire erupted. He heard Roman scream behind him. All he could do was watch as Jane…as Remi, fell backwards to the floor, her body riddled with bullets, the gun falling from her limp grasp and clattering to the floor. Than everything was silent, all apart from Roman's sobs as he struggled against the three armoured men that held him back.

Kurt closed his eyes and his weapon fell to hang on his vest. Roman screamed and struggled behind him, trying desperately to get to his sister. He looked over to Jane's silent un-moving form, three members of SWAT already approaching her.

It was over.

Kurt new the look in her eyes would haunt him forever. The pure hatred that lay embedded behind the brilliant green of her eyes. Remi might not torn apart the institution as she had planned, but she had managed to tear apart his heart and the heart of those who had cared for Jane.

In a way, Remi had won. Her battle was over and as Kurt slowly made his way towards the still body of his friend…he knew his battle was just beginning.


I am not really one for a happy, predictable ending. Hope you enjoyed. More to come soon. Any mistakes? Let me know and I will fic them.