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.
This is set after Kurt reveals that he (SPOILER AHEAD) supposedly killed Jane's daughter. Hope you like it. Please tell me what you think. This one is not hat long, but I did enjoy writing it. Just something to tide me and you over until the new episode!
Never Leaving
It was a little past eleven when Jane's phone rang for the seventieth time. Kurt's name flashing across the screen in bold white letters, announcing itself with an obnoxious shrill screaming. Jane waited for it to stop, watching as the name faded away from the screen and turned black. She placed it in her jacket pocket. Motioning to the tall red-head behind the bar.
The red head smiled sweetly as she approached, the bottle of whisky already held in her hand.
"Another?" She asked. Jane nodded, placing a few notes on the bars surface.
"Just leave the bottle."
The red head frowned slightly but placed the bottle next to Jane, taking the money from the counter. She moved to the till, her eye trained on Jane as she cleaned down the bar. Jane poured herself a small glass, staring in to the rusted liquid. Her vision blurred
"I hate to say I told you so, but..."
There was a short pause as a woman sat in the empty seat next to Jane. Long black hair almost brushing the hard wood surface of the bar.
"I told you so."
Jane sighed, pouring herself another drink, she took the small glass between two slender fingers and knocked it back.
"It's been a while." Jane said, pouring herself another. "Thought I got rid of you for good." She continued. She took the shot and poured herself another. The other woman laughed. It was not a kind sound.
"Why are you here?" Jane asked, there was another pause.
"You know why i'm here Jane." The woman answered, her voice was cold. "I'm the only one you can trust."
The woman leaned forward, pale hands tapping on the hard surface of the table. "I'm the only one you know, wont fuck you over."
Jane chuckled slightly, taking a swig from the bottle, she didn't find the point in using the glass anymore. She had already planned on getting pass out drunk.
"Face it Jane. People like us...we don't get a happy ending." The woman continued, Jane tried her hardest to ignore the woman's voice, but it seemed to whisper in her head no matter how much she tried to block it out. "How many times do you have to have your heart torn out of your chest before you realize that we don't belong here."
Jane took another swig from the bottle.
"You mother hates you, your brother hates you, you killed your fiance and your little girl is dead all thanks to that perfect little husband of yours."
The woman's voice was familiar to her ears. It made her shiver.
"Weller was the only thing keeping you here, the only one you thought you could trust. Even now, as you wallow in your own self pity,...you don't want to believe that your little brother was right about him...about all of them."
Another shot made Jane's throat burn slightly.
"He is a bad man Jane."
Jane's hand tightened around the neck of the bottle, her body stiff and jaw clenched.
"You've pushed everyone away, you don't have a friend in the world...Except me."
"We are not friends." Jane spat, taking two more gulps from the bottle.
Once again, there was a long silence and suddenly Jane felt the whisky hit her. Vision swimming and blurred as she turned to face the woman that sat beside her. Remi turned to face her, a cruel smile plastered across her face. Bright green eyes staring her down as Jane swayed slightly from her seat. She was dressed all in black as usual, wearing the same smug expression as always. The look in her eyes had never been a kind one, it was cold, the eyes off a killer, holding to them a certain expression of insanity.
"You'll always have me Janie."
Sighing, Jane was the first to break eye contact, turning towards the bottle and taking another gulp.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Short and creepy. Hope you liked it. More to come!
