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.
This idea came to me after watching episode 20. I loved the idea of the hallucinations that Roman had. So i wrote one about Jane. I hope you like it. (Also if you have watched the latest episode, It makes a little more sense because of Jane's headaches. I really, really hope Jane didn't mean what she said about not being able to live without Roman. She spent the whole of season 2 protecting her brother so I hope there is still hope for them. In the end, I think she will end up protecting him. )
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next fic. I really enjoyed writing it and it is something I would love to see in the show. It is a little confusing, but stick with it. :P
ME, MYSELF AND I
Me, Myself and I
When Jane had woken to the screaming of her alarm clock that morning, she had no idea what to expect from the day to come. She had learned long ago that she should always expect the unexpected. However being chained to a pillar, in the basement of an old abandoned mental hospital with a piece of glass in her side, was not one of the scenarios she had played in her head.
What had started like any other case had turned into a nightmare. A nightmare that involved a whole lot of missing children, a blacksite and a CIA cover up that reminded Jane why she wanted to blow this god forsaken country up in the first place. Now she was here, trapped in a windowless basement with the remnants of broken beds, a hole in her side and splitting headache. She hated basements. They reminded her too much of the orphanage...or at least, what she remembered of the orphanage.
Pulling against the restraints that bound her, Jane grit her teeth as the sudden movement caused a hot pain to burn in her side. Her free hand pushed against her side, careful not to disturb the glass that rested there. She didn't want to accidentally pull it out and risk bleeding to death before the team could find her, she pulled at the chain once more, the rusted metal cutting into the skin of her wrists, letting the blood coat her hand, Jane grabbed her thumb pushing her lips together as she promptly pulled it from its socket. She grit her teeth against the pain that resonated all the way up to her elbow, then slowly pulled her hand from the metal cuff. Once she was free, Jane popped her thumb back into place and took a deep breath. That really didn't get any less painful every time she did it.
With her hand resting at her side, Jane made her way towards the forgotten beds at the far end of the room, tearing a pillowcase into long strips. Taking a deep breath, Jane glanced down at the blood that soaked her shirt. She was not going to get anywhere with the glass poking out of her side like a fork in a roast dinner. Bunching another pillowcase into a ball, she pressed hard on the area around the glass and wrapped the strips around her waist, binding them together tightly. Inhaling deeply and gritting her teeth, Jane pulled the glass from her side and let it clatter to the floor, screaming as pain made her vision swim. She tightened the fabric around her waist and fell onto the bed, fighting the urge to throw up.
A chuckle sounded behind her, dark and humourless.
"That had to hurt." Jane spun around, the pain in her side suddenly forgotten as she jumped to her feet and turned towards the desk in the corner. Remi sat in the chair, her feet perched on the table casually as she twirled a coin between her fingers. Jane relaxed her shoulders, rolling her eyes and sighing.
"What do you want Remi." Jane said, her voice short and to the point. Remi chuckled, swinging her legs from the desk and planting them firmly on the floor. She placed the coin in her back pocket, wiping a long string of hair from her eyes.
"What's with the cold shoulder Janie...It's almost as if you're not happy to see me."
Jane grit her teeth as she tightened the bindings around her waist, wincing slightly.
"I thought I got rid of you in Nepal. Why make a sudden appearance now."
"Is that why you ran to the monks. To get rid of me?" Remi questioned. "You know, that kinda hurts my feeling Jane."
"Like you have feelings." Jane put-forward.
"Hey, I have feelings okay. I'm just not as sensitive as you are." Remi responded. Jane scoffed, shaking her head.
"What do you want!" Jane snapped, Remi rolled her eyes.
"I show up when you feel trapped Jane, you know that." Remi answered, moving to Jane's side and crossing her arms over her chest. Jane moved to the stairs and tried the door. Growling as she found it locked tight. Remi watched her coldly as she searched the room for any means of escape.
"Well I don't need you here. So you can go now." Jane spat, the pain in her side intensifying. Pacing, Jane rubbed her temples, her eyes scanning the room once more. There was a sudden ringing in her ears, a high pitched whine that seemed to drill through her brain. Remi watched her for a moment, seeming almost concerned.
"I wouldn't be here if you didn't need me." Remi reasoned.
"The last thing I need is a crazy sociopath telling me how to get out of here. "
"Crazy?" Remi questioned, moving around the room and leaning against the wall. "I'm not the one arguing with a delusion."
Jane growled, grabbing the nearest object and throwing it hard towards Remi. The object hit the wall with a loud crash and clattered to the floor. The space the other woman occupied now empty. Trying to calm her nerves, Jane took three deep breaths and turned towards the stairs, she grit her teeth as she once again spied Remi sitting there. once again playing with the coin,
"Now that was just uncalled for." Remi scolded in a mocking tone. Jane's shoulders slumped and her head fell into her hand. Her fingers rubbing her temples once more.
"You really have to learn to relax Jane." A new voice joined the conversation. Turning, Jane's eyes widened and suddenly, she sensed Remi right behind her. A cruel smile pulling at her lips.
"Who are you supposed to be?" Jane asked, taking in the appearance of the young woman in front of her. Her hair was shoulder length, pushed behind each ear and she wore a modest white dress with a blue cardigan over the top. She spoke with an accent that seemed strange to Jane, the innocence in her voice and face making her shiver.
"I'm what you could have been. If you had never been taken to that place."
"The orphanage?" Jane questioned. The girl in the white dress nodded. Jane thought for a moment.
"You're Alice."
Alice smiled brightly. It was not the mischievous smile Jane seemed to have, not the humourless smirk Remi sported, but a genuine smile, full of life and wonder. Suddenly, Jane started to feel dizzy.
"I'm insane." Jane muttered to herself. "I'm just going crazy...I've finally snapped." She said quietly under her breath, moving to sit on the stairs. There was a welcomed silence in the room as she practised the breathing the monks had taught her. The pain in her side now simply a dull throb. Her fingers felt sticky when she touched her side. Remi broke the silence first.
"What are you wearing?" She suddenly asked. There was a mocking tone to her voice. Alice glared at her before straightening up her cardigan. "It's called style...you might want to try something other than cargo pants and a black t-shirt once in a while."
Remi chuckled again, her smile filling her face.
"You look like you're about to sell me some cookies."
Jane sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Do you have to be such a bitch all the time?" Jane asked.
Remi shrugged, a smile tugging at the side of her lips. "It's part of my charm." Turning back to Alice, Rem's expression grew dark.
"So what boring mundane life do we live in this messed up reality Hhmm?" Remi hissed, her lip twitching as she folded her arms tight across her chest. "Do we live in a big house...with a perfect husband, perfect kids and a dog that plays in the garden while we bake pies for the school bake sale?"
Alice was silent and Jane remained sitting on her perch by the stairs. One again the pain in her head was back and was fast becoming a migraine.
"There is no point in wasting time and energy thinking about what could have been. We were dealt a shitty hand and now we have to play with it." Remi turned to Jane, her face contorted in anger. It was at this moment she saw just how much like Shepherd she had been. "It's time you stop with this ridiculous fantasy Jane..."
Remi was behind her now. Sitting on the step above and leaning down to whisper harshly in her ear.
"It's time you take control. How do you expect to win this war against Roman if you keep living in the past?"
Jane rubbed her temples harder, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes tightly. In the distance, she heard someone calling her name.
"Shut up." Jane whispered.
"There does not need to be a war." Alice said softly, she was standing at the bottom of the stairs now, a worried expression on her face. "He is still our brother. No matter what he's done"
"We gave him a second chance and he blew it Jane. We protected him our entire lives and he always just threw it in our face."
She heard her name once more, the voice seemed closer now. She closed her eyes tighter and pushed her fingertips harder against her temples, feeling her head start to spin.
"Shut. Up."
"It does not matter what he's done." Alice reasoned from the bottom of the stairs. "He is hurting...he is confused. Ian was never meant on to be on his own."
"Shut up." Jane whispered again. Rising from her seat on the stairs and pacing, The ringing in her ears becoming louder and louder. She ignored the pain in her side, ignored the small trickle of blood that ran from her nose. Remi stood next to Alice now. Completely identical to one another, yet completely different. Like two sides of a coin. Light and dark. Ying and Yang.
"We need to save him. I would not be here if you didn't still love him" Alice said. Remi scoffed.
"Go away. Get out of my head." Jane sobbed, continuing to pace.
"And i wouldn't be here if you didn't hate him. It's him or us Jane. You have to make a choice!"
"Shut up, Shut up, Shut Up, Shut Up!" Jane screamed, her voice cracking. Looking towards the stairs she frowned, taking another deep breath. Finally, she was alone. A metal clanging and someone yelling her name brought her attention to the door once more. Light suddenly poured into the dank room and a figure stood at the top of the stairs.
"Jane." Her husband's voice met her ears. He descended the stairs, weapon drawn. Searching the room, he moved to her side, grabbing her hand.
"I was so worried about you...I thought you..."
Jane blinked a few times, trying to clear her head. Kurt's eyes scanned the room once more. "Who were you talking to?" He said, a worried expression crossing his features. Jane was silent.
"Jane." His hand cupped the side of her face. Gentle and loving. "Who were you talking to."
Jane finally swallowed the lump in her throat. "Um...no one...myself." She stuttered, finally pulling her eyes up to look into Kurt's. "I was talking to myself."
Seeming satisfied with the answer, Weller's eyes moved down to Jane's side.
"We need to get you to a hospital. You've lost a lot of blood."
Jane followed him wordlessly, her eyes turning to look towards the empty space at bottom of the stairs. She could feel the blood now soaking her pant leg.
Weller caught her as she fell into unconsciousness. Alice and Remi's words echoing in her head.
Hope you enjoyed. Please tell me what you think! I would love to hear your views on how everything is gonna pan out.
