Memento Mori
A Selection of shorts and unrelated one shots. Mostly stuff that comes to my head, things I would like to see. Jane Centric.
Hey guys. Here is another one for you. This is seat just before Jane left. Where she seeks help from an unlikely source. Hope you are still enjoying the fics. I will have more out soon as I have so many ideas for what happened in berlin / France and other places and some ideas that are connected to the last seasons as well. So hope you enjoy. Please tell me what you think. :)
Champions
It was well past midnight by the time Jane had made it to the bus station. Her body shivering against the freezing downpour that seemed to have descended upon Colorado, the rain soaking through the leather jacket she wore. Even the grey hoodie she wore underneath was damp, the soft fabric clinging to her skin uncomfortably. Pushing strands of wet hair from her face, Jane hurried towards the waiting room, she could already see Keaton's car in the parking lot. She scanned the area, weary of her surroundings.
The moment she entered the waiting room, she was greeted with a sudden warmth and the smell of cheap coffee. She could feel the numbness in her body dissipate as she stood in the doorway, the heating unit above the door warming her skin and drying her hair. She spotted Keaton sitting in the corner, two coffees sitting by his feet. He waved her over and as Jane approached him, she couldn't help but survey the area. She didn't trust Keaton as far as she could throw him. Didn't trust him to not have an ambush of guards waiting to descend on her and drag her back to hell. In the far corner, an old woman typed slowly on her old phone, her husband sitting next to her, his chin resting on his chest as he snored softly. At the other end of the room, just in front of a large window, a young woman no older than twenty rested against the wall beside her, white wires descending from her ears and into the phone she balanced on her lap. Jain could hear the faint sound of drums as the woman nodded her head and tapped her foot. Then, there was the young barista, a tall blond fellow no older than nineteen, he wore the expression of a boy that would rather be anywhere else but where he was now, his eyes cast down to his phone as he watched a video. He tapped his fingers on the cheap plastic surface of the counter, glancing at Jane briefly before moving his gaze back towards the small screen of his device.
"Here." Keaton voice was hoarse and tired as he lifted the cup from the floor and handed it to Jane. He sipped his own coffee, wiping away the tiny driblets that escaped from the corner of his mouth. Jane looked at the coffee with a weary expression.
"It's not poison if that's what you're thinking." He said with a scowl, Jane reached for the coffee he had just sipped, then took a seat, making sure to leave at least two spaces between them. Keaton sighed, letting his back fall against the hard wood of the beach.
"When are you going to start trusting me?" He asked, taking a sip off the coffee he had first offered Jane. Jane answered without hesitation.
"Never."
"Look, you called me here okay. I didn't have to come."
"You asked me a question. I answered it." Jane answered back. Staring him down. "You said you can get me out of the country." It was not a question.
Keaton shook his head.
"Yeah, I can have my guys pick you up. We can put you on a plane, give you a new life, a new identity."
"No."
"What do you mean no?"
"I am not getting in any CIA van, plane, boat or any other vehicle you can think of. I'm not going to trust the CIA to keep me safe. I don't even trust you, let alone a bunch of your grunts following orders from god-knows who."
"Jane I - "
"I let the CIA take me to my new life, what's to stop that 'new life' from being chains and a hole in the ground?"
Keaton clenched his jaw.
"Tell me I'm wrong…"
Keaton glared at her for no more than a minute, then move his gaze to the floor.
"You give me passports and enough money to get out of the country and you will never hear from me again."
Keaton was quiet for just a moment.
"What about Weller. He wanted to come with you."
"I can't let Weller suffer for my mistakes. I can't let him leave his life behind. I don't want to be the reason that his daughter grows up without her father and I don't want to be the woman that made that father miss his daughters first words. Her first steps…." Jane tried desperately to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, then chuckled sadly. "Her first date."
Keaton chuckled as well and shook his head, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
"Man, I would pay to see what happens the first time Weller's baby girl brings home a boy." Jane and Keaton shared a laugh, before falling quiet once more.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Keaton said after a long pause. He looked sideways towards Jane, seeing how the woman teeth were biting into her bottom lip. She nodded wordlessly, trying desperately to compose herself.
"All I need is a few passports and a bus ticket across the border. I'll figure it out from there."
Keaton sighed, reaching into his bag, he could see Jane tense beside him and reach for her hip. Slowly, he pulled out an envelope.
"You know what I am doing is highly illegal right?" Keaton asked, Jane turned her head to look at him. "I mean technically, from a CIA point of view I am aiding and abetting a terrorist?"
"It was your choice to show up Keaton. I didn't force you." Jane looked away from him, surveying a black van that had just pulled into the parking lot. Her tense shoulders relaxed when an elderly woman stepped out, aided by a rather plump taxi driver. Keaton watched as she rubbed her hands together, subconsciously flexing her fingers. He could see the faint scars on her knuckles from where he had smashed her hands, they had healed well, but he could tell they still bothered her. The only scar that was glaringly obvious to him was the one just behind her ear. An ugly raised electrical burn normally hidden under her hair. He had turned the battery up to high. That was the first time he had accidentally killed her.
"Here." He said, passing the envelope to Jane, for a moment, she seemed shocked. "Take it before I change my mind."
Jane took it from his hands cautiously
"Once you're on that bus. You're on your own." Keaton informed, Jane nodded wordlessly ripping open the envelope and looking inside. Five passports and a wad of cash stared back at her. She folded the top of the envelope and placed it inside her jacket.
"Thanks." Jane stood as a bus pulled into the waiting area, Keaton rubbed his tired eyes.
"What do I tell Weller?" He asked, looking back at Jane. The dark-haired woman simply shrugged.
"The truth. Tell him I loved him too much to let him follow me. Tell him to live his life." Keaton sighed at the answer, glancing wearily towards the young man that manned to coffee machine. His eyes were still glued to the phone in front of him.
"You know Kurt's just going to follow you wherever you go right?"
"He'll have to find me first."
Keaton looked back towards Jane, but the spot where she had been standing was empty. He looked around the waiting room, then risked a glance outside frowning as once again, Jane Doe had pulled the diapering act on him. Slowly rising from his chair Keaton made his way towards the car he had come in, slipping into the driver's seat and starting the engine. Barely a minuet passed before his phone began to ring, clearing this throat he put the cell to his ear.
"Keaton"
"Do you have her?"
Keaton paused before answering, biting his lip hard as he turned onto the highway.
"Negative sir. Jane Doe was a no-show."
"She knows too much. We need to find her."
"Jane Doe has lived her life in shadow sir. If she does not want to be found. We won't find her."
There was a silence on the other end of the line, a rustling of papers and the sound of heavy breathing.
"I think it's safe to believe that she will not be coming back anytime soon sir. Jane Doe is in the wind."
A click on the other line signalled the conversation was over. Keaton threw his phone toward the passenger's seat and turned up the radio. He smiled sourly at the song that came on, the classic harmonious singing of 'We are the champions' greeting his ears and making the car vibrate slightly.
He used to torture her to this song.
Turning the music up, Keaton smiled widely as he began to sing.
So that's another one finished. How did everyone like it? I enjoyed writing it. More to come soon!
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