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.
Siblings PT2
The warehouse, unsurprisingly was filled to the brim with boxes from around the world. The massive crates taking up most of the space in the room, causing the team to walk single file through the isles of what Jane could only assume, was illegal goods. What was Roman doing here? She thought to herself, studying the dark upper walkways above them. If she were Roman, that is where she would be. Somewhere high so she could evaluate the threat, but if it were her, she would have already planned at least three escape routes. She just hoped she would spot Roman before anyone else did.
The CIA had pulled up behind them shortly after they had arrived, Keaton taking a team of three agents around the back with him. Tasha and Reade had moved around to the third fire exit, and Kurt and Jane made their way towards the main lobby of the room.
As they entered the empty space of the warehouse, Kurt turned towards Jane.
"Jane, I need you to think. If you were Roman, where would you hide?"
Jane thought for a moment. The best place to hide would be upstairs in the office, it would have its own means of escape or at least a window you could jump from. It would have been easy to defend with only one means of entry and it would have a perfect view of the entire warehouse.
"Kitchen." She lied before she could stop herself. That was the last place she would hold up, it would be too enclosed, too much clutter and in a place like this, you would not see anyone approaching until they were right on top of you.
"That's where I would go." She hopped Kurt would not call her bluff.
Nodding, Kurt headed towards the kitchen, Jane waited until he had turned the corner before she started upstairs. She heard Pattersons voice in her ear and she sighed as she pulled the earpiece out, throwing it to the ground.
Roman almost knocked her down as he surged through the door, she barely remained standing as her hands wrapped around his biceps and pushed him back into the room. He squared up to her, hands curling at his sides as he readied himself for a fight.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"It's a little too late for that sis" His voice was like venom.
"You're not the only one that is hurting Roman!" Jane shouted, her own hands curling into tights firsts. He swung left, then right, grunting in frustration as Jane avoided both hits. Jane landed a hit to the left of his ribs, grunting as his fist came down hard against her cheek. She tasted blood as his fist connected with her jaw.
Avoiding the kick to her right side, Jane pushed him away, her eyes widening as he pulled a knife. She barely had time to dodge the swipe to her face and as the knife came down and embedded itself in her leg, she screamed, falling to her knees. Roman took a step back, an expression of concern crossing his face. As he reached towards her, she pulled the knife out, the blade slashing the skin of his chest.
Getting to her feet, she pulled her sidearm, breathing heavily as Roman did the same. For a moment, all they did was stand there, guns pointed in eachothers direction. She glared at him for second, her jaw clenched. He had dragged her through hell, torn her heart out, hurt her friends and turned her own daughter against her...yet somehow, she still just wanted to protect him. She still just wanted her brother back. Dropping her arm, she let the gun clatter to the floor.
"Well?" She questioned, shrugging her shoulders. "You got me where you wanted me." she said. "Now pull the trigger and be done with it."
Romans eyes darted down to the gun, then back to his sister.
"Pick it up."
Jane shook her head. Roman squared his shoulders.
"You took everything away from me." he said.
"I was trying to help you Roman. Get you away from that vile woman we called a Mother."
"But-"
"Tell me you're not better off right now?" Jane questioned. "At least when I erased your memory, I didn't stuff you in a bag and throw you to the wolves!" Jane could feel the anger burning deep inside of her. "I protected you...like I've always done. You could have had a life. A normal life!"
Jane could see the confusion in Romans eyes, hot tears streaming down her cheeks and burning the cut just below her eye.
"Having my memories take away from me was one of the worst things to ever happen to me...and it was always one of the best….because it allowed me to choose who I wanted to be. It allowed me to feel something other than hate and anger towards everything!"
Roman shook his head, his hand tightening around the handle of the gun.
"We could have had a life. We could have run...went someplace where we would have been left alone...but you chose them...you chose him!"
Jane shook her head silently, wiping the wet from her face.
"No Roman." She said. "I didn't choose Kurt and the team over you...I just chose not to kill hundreds and thousands of people by blowing up the entire western seaboard...I chose not to be the bad guy." Jane bit her lip, trying to stop the tears from falling.
Roman seemed to be searching for an argument, his eyed filled once more with hurt and confusion.
"You left me all alone."
""You're the one that chose to walk away." Jane said, her voice barely a whisper.. "You're the one that went back to Shepard. You chose her. You chose her the day she took my daughter away from me and you chose her again when she murdered all those people at the FBI."
There was a tense silence between the siblings.
"You're the one that chose to walk down the same path… to kill innocent people. Everything that you have been through since walking away that day… that's not on me. I tried to get you away from that life. You did this to yourself."
Roman shifted as the gun shook in his hand.
"Pick up the gun!" Roman shouted, his eyes filled with unshed tears. Jane looked down at the gun at her feet, then looked at Roman, kicking the weapon away.
"I'm not going to fight you anymore Roman. You're my brother. I could never hurt you...and I am so tired of fighting."
Janes shoulders slumped and that moment,, she felt completely defeated. Roman lowered the gun slowly, the weapon dropping from his fingers as he fell to his knees. A sob broke from his lips and his shoulders shook. Jane limped over to him, falling to her knees beside him and taking him into her arms. He leant heavily against her, his arms wrapping around her neck.
"I'm sorry...i'm so sorry." He wept, taking fistfulls of her shirt and pulling her close. Jane was silent for a while, holding back tears of her own. She shrugged timidly.
"Siblings fight." She said simply, sniffing. "They don't normally shoot at each other and cause international incidents but...we have always been a special cause." She smiled slightly when her brother chuckled, turning his tear streaked face towards her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out something silver. Gently taking Janes hand, he placed it it her open palm, closing her fingers and squeezing her hand tightly.
"You can keep hold of it...for now." He smiled weakly. Jane already knew what it was before looking at it. Heavy boots moving up the stairs made them both turn towards the entrance, Kurt yelling Jane's name. Jane stood, moving towards the door and slamming it shut.
"What are you doing?" Roman asked.
"Go." She said, inclinging her head towards the open window. Roman followed her gaze. Then looked back at her.
"But-"
"Roman, I want more then to have you in my life...but right now that's not an option and if they catch you, it never will be."
"Jane."
"Roman leave, they're almost here. Lay low somewhere, build a life for yourself.." Leaving her post at the door, she could hear Kurt and the team trying to break through. Moving to her brothers side, she hugged him tightly.
"We'll see each other again. I promise." She held him tighter as he returned the hug. Pulling away, she looked at him with a tear streaked face. "Just don't do anything...illegal."
"What's going to happen to you?" He asked. ""If they find out you protected me...let me go,they will-"
Jane stopped him mid sentence, knowing exactly what she was doing. She also know exactly what would happen to her if anyone ever found out.
""I'll handle it." She turned her head towards the door, the banging had intensified, it wouldn't be long until the broke the lock. She wiped her face dry with the back of her sleeve, composing herself.
"Go."
He hesitated for a moment, gazing at her with an adoration and heartbreak.
"I'm sorry."
He said, then he was gone without another word.
I have a few more ideas on how this could go down. So I might write a few one shots on how the siblings reunite. Hope you liked this one, tell me what you think.
A.W
