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 when Jane is on the run and when she loses her go bag in Sweden. Hope you enjoy and leave a review to tell me what you think. Thanks guys, enjoy! Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter, glad you guys are enjoying the fics still!


Sweden PT2


The first thing Jane had learned about this country, was it could get fucking cold. The kind of cold that you could feel in your bones. The roads were icy as she made her way into the city, the streets busy with drunk locals and adventurous tourists. The city looked almost nice in the night time, the cover of darkness hiding the dilapidated, grey of the buildings. Jane shivered, despite her skin being hot to the touch, she felt colder than ever, the small top she wore doing nothing to fend of the harsh biting snow. Stopping to catch her breath, Jane pressed her palm into her injured shoulder, groaning as pain flared through her arm and down her back. Peering round the corner, she could see the woman still following her, searching the crowd. Shivering again, Jane looked towards the washing lines above her, grabbing a grey hoodie and zipping it up. She did not need to be drawing more attention to herself. Somehow, she thought a heavily tattooed woman covered in blood would turn a few heads. Taking a deep breath, she made her way towards the subway.

Working her way through the throng of people on the platform, Jane risk a few glances behind her. The assassin that followed her not exactly hard to miss. She was bigger than most woman she had seen, hell, she was bigger than most men she had come across. Tall, almost reaching six foot, short blond hair shaved at the sides and arms that were about as big as one of Jane's thigh. Jane ducked onto the train as soon as the doors opened, watching as the woman did the same. Jane stayed as close to the doors as possible and watched as the woman stepped further in, a crowd of people blocking her exit. Jane never took her eyes off her pursuer, watching carefully as the woman started to make her way towards her. She listened carefully as a high pitched beeping signaled the closing of the doors. Jane waited till the last moment, then stepped out, barely avoiding the doors as they closed.

She smiled at the woman as the train left the station, waving at her through the window as it passed. She couldn't help but laugh at the expression on her face, the woman's eyes growing large in her unusually disproportionate head. Her joy was short lived when she felt the familiar sensation of a gun in the small of her back.

"Don't turn around." A cool feminine voice spoke to her. Familiar, very familiar.

Sighing, Jane mentally scolded herself for her arrogance.

"Are you going to shoot me in the middle of a crowded subway?" Jane asked. The woman behind her chuckled.

"Do you really think I am stupid?" The woman asked, Jane smirked.

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Move."

Sighing, Jane did as she was told, moving towards the closed section of the station. She turned then, facing the woman. Her face was noticeably burnt on one side, a burn Jane had placed there when fighting the woman for the first time.

"I like what you've done with your face."

"You. You did this to me!" The woman answered, Jane scowled.

"No, boiling water did that to you."

"You threw it at me."

Hey, you came after me. No one asked you or your brother to play assassin."

"You killed my brother!" She shouted. "All we wanted was the money!"

It was silent for a second. Jane's lips thinning ever so slightly.

"All I wanted was to be left alone."

A shout from down the hallway made the woman turn, a uniformed officer coming towards them. Jane took advantage of the opportunity, sprinting off towards the end of the hall. She had barely rounded the corner before the bullets hit the wall beside her head. Shattering the tiles. Barging through the maintenance door, Jane ran to the other end of the hallway, her heart beating painfully hard in her chest. Rounding the corner once more, Jane took the stairs two at a time, bursting through the door and out onto the busy streets. For once, she was grateful for the blistering cold on her face.

Closing the door behind her, Jane almost ran into an older couple as she turned on her heel and tried to get some distance between her and the subway. Scanning the crowd for the burned woman. Ducking into an alleyway, Jane let herself fall against the frozen stone wall, her vision swimming as she emptied what little she had in her stomach. The action made her dizzy, causing her legs to fall from under her. Wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her hoodie, Jane let her head fall against the wall, breathing deeply. Cracking an eye open, Jane struggled to her feet, grunting as she spotted the burned woman moving through the crowd towards her. She held her palm against her shoulder as she ran, blood already seeping through the grey material of her new hodie. Surveying the area, she noticed the busy bus station at the end of the street, the depot full of people getting ready for a long trip. Jane sped up as the barriers for the train began to fall, ducking under the wooden fence and running across the tracks, she didn't stop to admire her near death experience as the train sped by, the force of it going passed almost knocking her off her feet. She didn't have time to stop, didn't have time to breath. That could mean death.

Spying a tour bus, she made her way towards it, skillfully avoiding the prying eyes of the policemen by the coffee stand. The smell of bread and coffee made her stomach rumble. She hurried towards a bus that still had its luggage doors open, the driver checking his list as people made their way to their seats. She slipped by him unnoticed, crawling into the luggage carriage below. Burying herself behind a mountain of dark suitcases, she watched carefully as the woman that followed her stopped just outside, her eyes searching the crowds as they filtered onto the bus. Jane held her breath as the woman looked towards the open luggage carrier, trying desperately to control her shaking limbs.

She heard the woman grunt before she turned and walked away, hiding her gun as she made her way through the crowd of tourists. Jane let out a shuddering breath, letting her head fall against a large suitcase. She hoped the owners of the said suitcase liked the colour red.

She felt the bus shake as the driver closed the doors, the warmth inside the compartment a welcomed comfort. She heard the murmurs of the people on the bus, the sound oldly welcoming to her ears. If she tried hard enough, maybe she could pretend those murmurs were that of people she knew. Maybe she could pretend she has just fallen asleep in her safe warm living room, listening to the quiet conversation of friends.

She let her eyes slowly drift shut.


There ya go, that's what happened in Sweden. Will be writing more episode bits and bobs, so look out for those! Everyone seems to be so against Jane right now for 'cheating on Weller. I have some thoughts on that. I am not saying it was not wrong, it was but I can understand why she did it. I mean, the poor girl was on the run and from what we have heard, she was mostly alone for it. Everyone wanted to kill her. Clem was the only one that actually looked out for her. So i don't get all the hate towards the character just for that...I mean, Weller may not have killed her daughter, but she doesn't know that yet...what's worse, he still lied to her about it and only told her when Roman threatened him. He did not tell her to protect her, he did it to protect himself.

However...

(If she does sleep with Clem again then she is just being a bitch...and I am not even a Jeller fan. But I highly doubt she will. It would be way to out of character.)

Rant over! Hope you enjoyed. More to come!