A first Jane thought the constant thumping sound was just the thunder, the thunderstorm was right above them and it was so late.
Then the thumping continued, and even increased in strenght. That's when Jane opened her eyes and groaned. The door… And she had just gotten to bed as well.
The thumping though continued and Jane groaned. "I'm coming I'm coming!" as she stood up and slipped on her bathrobe. What the hell?
Who could it possible be at this time? Jane swallowed as she headed for her kitchen window which had a view to the front door, though as she saw her eyes widened. "Donald!" she exclaimed.
At ones Jane ran for her front entrance and unlocked the door, opening it up to face one Donald Blake, completely soaked to the bone as he just stood there clutching his cane while looking at Jane with wide blue shocked eyes.
"Don." Jane breathed. "Donald what are you doing here? Are you okay?" she asked.
"I… I…." Donald stammered through his lips which Jane now realized where blue from cold.
"Oh god you're soaked. Get in here!" Jane exclaimed as she grabbed Donalds arm and pulled him inside then closed the door. Then turned to her fellow doctor. "What's wrong? You look like death!"
"I… I'm sorry if I'm disturbing." Donald said. "Oh god I shouldn't be here, I should go home shouldn't I?" he asked.
"No. Absolutely not." Jane said. "What-ever it is, I'm here okay." she grabbed his arm. "God you're soaking wet. And I don't have any clothes for men. Do you think you can fit into my sweat pants?" she asked she looked Donald over and took note that he was incredible lanky and incredible skinny, probably due to his muscle dystrophy. Her sweat pants might be short, but wide certainly wouldn't be a problem.
Soon Jane managed to direct Donald into the living room where she fetched him both towels, the promised sweat pants and a big t-shirt Jane liked to use for night wear sometimes.
Even as Donald had dried up and changed into the weird miss match of clothes he looked a mess, oddly pale and shocked.
"Don what happened?" Jane asked as she sat down in front of him. "Oh god don't tell me, something weird again?" she asked. "First a giant snake, then that ice thing and now what?" she asked.
Donald squinted his eyes.
"Hey it's okay." Jane assured. "It's not your fault."
"I'm not so sure…" Donald swallowed. "I think… I think there's a good chance it really is my fault."
"What?" Jane asked shocked. "How?!" she asked. "How could it possible be your fault?"
"I...I…" Donald wet his lip. "I think that…. I'm not a good person Jane. I'm not a good person at all."
"What?!" Jane exclaimed. "Donald, you are the nicest person I know. You're a Doctor! You safe human lives, all the time. And you are so nice to everybody, to all your patients. You rather work overtime than overlook anything. Not a good person? That's ridicoules." she stated. "Of course you're a good person!"
"I wasn't fifteen years ago…" Donald breathed.
"Okay that I wouldn't know, I have only known you for six years." Jane admitted. "But listen. Even if you were a bad person fifteen years ago. So what?" she asked. "People change all the time! And if you changed to become a better person, that's great! That just shows how amazing you are. You're the person you are today. Not who you were fifteen years go!"
Slowly Donald looked up, his entire body still shaking.
"Hey. You know me. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." Jane whispered.
"Oh Jane." Donald whispered. "What if it isn't so easy?" he asked. "What if I did something… Something terrible. Something just unforgivable… And then I forgot about it and became a different person. Does that just erase those things?" he asked. "I don't think it does."
"Don…" Jane breathed. "Have you… Remembered something?" she asked.
"I'm still not sure." Donald replied in a low whisper. "It seems ridicules but… So does a giant magic snake doesn't it?" he asked.
"Yeah…" Jane had to admit looking down then she looked up, meeting Donalds eyes. "Hey." she said. "What-ever is happening, we'll figure it out okay?" she asked as she moved closer. "I'm really glad you came here. Came to me." she lightly touched Donalds hand.
Donalds eyes widened and he looked down at the small gentle hand touching his then he looked up. Seeing Janes brown eyes right in front of his.
"You're not a bad person Don." Jane assured.
Then, without even thinking Donald leaned over and placed his lips across Janes. Only to immediately pull away. "I.. I'm sorry! I didn't mean."
Only for Jane to put a hand on Donalds cheek and slowly turned his head back so they were facing each other again. Stunned Donald realized she was smiling. Then she leaned over, and replied to the kiss making Donalds eyes widen, and then he melted into her kiss and her embrace.
Vaguely he remembered that dream… Where he had just been grabbing women as if they were just a common commodity to play with.
Then he pushed it aside, getting lost to Janes gently touches and her soothing voice. Removing him from all these confusing emotions and half memories. Were they even memories or just weird dreams?
Did it even matter?
At least for this moment as Jane moved him towards her bedroom, invited him to her bed. It didn't matter.