Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who's let me know they're loving the Reller smut! I know it's kind of a weird moral grey area with Kurt cheating on Jane, so I guess it's not for everyone, but yeah... This is the last chapter of this fic, and I decided that the procedure to flip Remi back to Jane doesn't exist in this AU, because even though I love having Jane back, it kind of seemed like a quick and easy fix to neutralise the Remi threat. Oh, and Shepherd never gets broken out of CIA custody, either. :D

Kurt pulled on his clothing quickly, his eyes on Remi. His instinct for when his wife planned to run away from an issue—either physically or mentally—had become sharper since her return from Nepal, and although his body was still telling him to lounge about lazily in post-coital bliss, the situation with Remi didn't allow for it.

Jane was a snuggler, and god, he wished she was in his arms right now. Remi, on the other hand, didn't even want to admit she was beginning to get some of Jane's memories back. She'd push him away with everything she had, frantically rebuilding the walls their intimacy had brought down.

She reminded him of himself, the way he'd been before he'd met Jane. Not that he'd been as prickly as Remi was—but he'd needed to keep a certain distance between himself and his sexual partners, especially back when he'd been in his teens and twenties.

Remi turned back to him, fully dressed, from her jacket to her boots. Ready to walk away at any second. And he had no idea what he could say to stop it.

"You can't do this alone, Remi. We might not be the best of friends, but we have the same goal right now—getting that poison out of your brain."

"Unless you get a chance to bring Jane back. Then you'll kill off the part of me that's still me without a second thought."

He didn't bother to lie to her. "Honestly? Yes. You're really not showing me the best side of Remi right now, and Remi doesn't hold a candle to Jane. But that's irrelevant. I'll worry about getting my wife back when I know she's not gonna die a few days or weeks later, which means we need to work together on curing you."

Remi rolled her eyes. "I don't need you. I'll cure myself."

"If you didn't need us, you'd have disappeared off our radar the moment you found out you were dying. You considered it, didn't you?"

Remi swallowed hard, her gaze shifting away from him. "If I had all of Roman's drives, I could do this alone."

"No. You couldn't. Face it, Remi, your brother might not have been the best at strategising on short notice, but the thought he put into his longer games far surpasses anything most people can come up with. Patterson and Rich would have solved his puzzles in a blink if he was on a normal level. You and Shepherd have manipulation and military strategy down to an art, but those drives are challenging even for the smartest people I've ever met." Kurt stood up, and her gaze warily snapped back to him. "You're running out of time. You need Patterson and Rich working on those drives."

"So what the hell are you suggesting?" she demanded. "That I go back to pretending to be Jane until we find the rest of the drives?"

"Why not? You're the one that benefits. My only condition is that you don't set foot back at the NYO, that you take sick time as Jane until we get this done."

"And you don't care what I do while you're at work?" He might have missed the sly glint in her eye before, but now he'd seen the real Remi, it was easy to spot.

"Oh, I'll be stuck to you like glue the whole time. There's nothing I can do to help Patterson and Rich at this point. Anywhere you go, I go."

Her expression became unreadable—a good indicator that whatever she was scheming up, Kurt wouldn't like it. But he'd deal with that when it came to it. He'd do anything to stop her from disappearing out of his reach right now.

"Fine. But I want limited contact with your team. Pretending to be Jane is exhausting."

"Done." He tried not to let his relief show. It was bad enough that she already knew Jane was his weak spot, without reinforcing it with his behaviour now.

"Then I guess we should repair your car, so we can get going." She turned towards the door, then swayed, putting her hand to her head with a hiss of pain.

Even though Remi deserved more pain than just a headache, Kurt couldn't just watch her suffer. He steadied her, guiding her over to the couch. "I'll handle the car. You rest for a while."

She leaned back against the couch cushion with a sigh, rubbing her temples. "In retrospect, fucking you was probably not the best decision I've made."

"Ditto," Kurt said shortly, and headed outside.

Remi rolled the syringe between her fingers, conflicted. Part of her could see the sense in Kurt's words, but if she stayed, she'd never get a moment away from him to get to Shepherd. Shepherd had to know something that could lead to a cure.

"Sleeping with the enemy? Now that's low. Nice fake headache, by the way."

Remi flinched at Roman's voice. Her hallucination of her brother was back—she was thankful that at least her subconscious had the decency to keep him away while she'd been riding Weller's cock. Not that her mind had been functional enough to think of anything but her husband while that had been going on…

"Shut up," she muttered under her breath, shooting a glare at her hallucination.

"You're falling for him. You don't want to leave."

Remi held the syringe aloft. "Leaving was the plan from the start. I'm working up to it. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm dying."

"And you just gave yourself a nice workout. Hope it was worth it. If you don't find a cure soon, it's probably the last time you're ever getting laid… Unless you go home with the hubby, that is."

Ignoring him, Remi got to her feet and slipped the syringe into her sleeve. It was time to go. And she had no regrets about what she was about to do. None.

Behind her, Roman gave a derisive snicker. He already knew she was lying to herself.

Remi stepped as softly as she could without actively sneaking, knowing that if Kurt turned around, seeing her crouched and stealthy would set off instant alarm bells. As she quietly headed out through the front door of the cabin, she spotted him working under the hood of his car, undoing what he'd done to prevent her from taking off before Eve had arrived.

It probably wouldn't take him long to finish up. Remi needed to finish this now.

Weller tensed just as she raised her arm to jab the syringe into his neck, sensing her presence. She committed to the movement forcefully, plunging the needle deep into his jugular and using her thumb to propel the contents of the syringe into his system.

Weller knocked her back with a fast elbow to the side, but it was too late. He was already faltering, fear in his eyes. "What the hell did you give me?" he demanded, his voice shaky.

As he stumbled, Remi caught him and lowered him to the ground, unwilling to let him fall after the benefit of the doubt he'd given her. "Shhh… It's just a sedative. I prepared it before I called you, since I knew you'd stop me from getting away if you could."

Relief flashed through his expression, no doubt because he'd been thinking of the poisoned syringe he'd caught her preparing for him a couple of weeks ago. But that was short-lived, and the fear returned—for her, not for himself. "Don't run. Please."

She stroked his forehead as his eyes fluttered shut. "Goodbye, Kurt."

Fuck. She'd just drugged him, and he still didn't want her to go. Was there nothing she could do to him that he wouldn't look past to get his wife back? Why wasn't she running at triple speed from this…this pathetic excuse for a man?

"Clock's ticking, sis… Are you done playing nursemaid?" Roman asked, an edge to his voice.

Remi stood up, leaving the syringe embedded in Kurt's neck. "Did you happen to figure out what he did to the car?"

As she propped open the hood of the vehicle she'd driven out here, Roman looked over the mechanical guts of the SUV. "Put those bits on the porch back in place, and we're good to go. You should probably take out Weller's tyres too, while you're at it."

Ten minutes later, the hallucination of her brother in the passenger seat, Remi was driving away from the cabin, leaving Kurt Weller unconscious on the ground next to his car.

"No regrets," she told Roman. "Time to meet up with Violet and go get Shepherd."

"Finally, we're getting somewhere," her brother said.

"Kurt. Kurt!"

His head feeling like it was full of cotton wool, Kurt groaned at the familiar voice. "Patterson?"

"Oh, thank god." Patterson helped him to sit up, relief evident on her face. "What happened? You had this syringe in your neck, and Jane's not in the cabin. Rich is searching the woods for her now."

Alarm chased away some of the cobwebs in his brain. "Call him back. We set up tripwires armed with C4. Rich doesn't know where they are."

Patterson pulled out her phone and dialled swiftly. "Rich, stop right where you are. Don't move another step."

"Why? I just followed the nasty barbecue smell to two crispy bad guys out here." Rich's voice was faint on the other end of the connection, but Kurt could just about hear him.

While Patterson explained the situation, Kurt hauled himself to his feet and looked around. Remi's car was gone. His own tyres had been slashed. And there was a good chance Remi would die out there, alone and looking for a cure.

"She's gone," he told Patterson blankly.

Patterson put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Kurt. If Eve took Jane, we'll find her."

"No. Patterson. You…you don't understand." Kurt leaned against the incapacitated car, shaking his head. "Jane was the one who drugged me. The ZIP poisoning reverted her brain back to Remi. That's why I asked you to get the CIA to move Shepherd. Did they do it?"

Patterson's mouth dropped open, her eyes widening in shock, and Kurt had to bite back the urge to laugh. Maybe it was a side effect of the sedative, but the whole situation seemed absurdly comical.

"Y-yeah, they moved her, but are you sure…?"

"Let's go inside and sit down. I'll explain." Kurt beckoned to Rich as he appeared around the side of the cabin.

A lot of confusion and disbelief later, Patterson went outside to put in a call to the NYO to deal with the bodies of Eve and her mercs, and Rich leaned forward, raising an eyebrow. "So this explains a lot, but there's one thing I'm not clear on. If you've known Jane is Remi since last night, why is your shirt on inside out, and why did it smell an awful lot like sex when we walked in here?"

Kurt stared at him, speechless. How was he supposed to explain the tension and desperation that had led to his tryst with Remi? He could hardly believe he'd allowed it to happen, let alone find the words that would justify it to Rich.

But it turned out he didn't need to. "Say no more. I recognise that look on your face, and I've been in enough complicated relationships to guess."

Kurt sighed and stood up. "I'm gonna go disarm those tripwires."

"Good call. And I will keep this little chat between us."

Thank god for small mercies.

Two Days Later

Kurt and his team had been working non-stop on trying to track Remi down since the events at the cabin, but to no avail. The medical data on Roman's cache had led them to Dr. Roga, the creator of ZIP, and they'd located her just in time to find the woman knocked out in the shed behind the house where she'd been hiding out. At the back of the shed, an empty refrigeration unit buzzed.

The woman had been inconsolable that someone had stolen the only batch of her cure for ZIP poisoning – until Kurt had told her Roman was dead. As it turned out, she'd made the cure for Jane's brother, who'd been bankrolling her research and keeping her hidden from the pharmaceutical company who wanted her silenced. He'd never had the chance to come and collect what she'd owed him.

"The woman who stole the cure. Is this her?" Kurt showed Dr. Roga one of the many pictures of Jane in his phone's photo folder.

"Yes! She held me at gunpoint until I dispensed the cure for her, and then she hit me."

"She's my wife," Kurt explained, swallowing the urge to apologise on Jane's behalf. "Roman's brother. She's…not herself right now."

"ZIP poisoning?" The doctor looked sympathetic.

"Yeah." Kurt explained briefly about Jane and Remi, keeping it as simple as he could. "When she's taken the cure…is there any chance that she'll get her memories of being my wife back?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry. All I can tell you is that she has a very high chance of surviving the poisoning. As for the effects on her mental state and memories…that would be something you'll have to wait and see."

Kurt nodded, his mind receding back into the numbness that had taken him over since he'd realised Remi was in the wind. "Thank you. At least she'll be alive out there somewhere." If she manages to get someone to administer the cure before she dies. And if the cure actually works.

Before he could ask anything else, Rich called from the van, warning them that they had company. Kurt and Patterson were faced with the immediate task of defending Dr. Roga from a team of mercenaries, who were presumably there on behalf of the pharmaceutical company that had tried to kill Dr. Roga two years ago. Dwelling on Remi's situation would have to wait.

When he returned home that night, weary and unable to bring himself to hope for Jane's return, Kurt stared into the refrigerator. Nothing seemed appetising, and the vegan ingredients Jane had loved made his heart ache. They would probably begin to decay before he saw her again—if he saw her again—but he couldn't bring himself to throw them out yet.

Just as he closed the fridge door again, the landline phone rang.

Remi.

He seized the phone and put it to his ear. "Hello?"

Please. Please, be her. Give me something, anything—

After an interminable moment, his wife's voice replied, "It's me."

Kurt closed his eyes and leaned against the counter, torn between profound relief and undeniable rage. His voice emerged tight and cold. "Remi. Where are you?"

"I just wanted to let you know I found the cure. No more ZIP poisoning."

"Patterson found the bug you left in her lab this afternoon. Don't pretend you did the detective work on your own." He wanted to hug her and kill her all at once. The fact that she was going to live made him want to celebrate. But she was still Remi—that much was clear.

"That's fine. I don't need it anymore. This is the last you and your team will ever hear from me. I just figured I owed you some closure."

Kurt gritted his teeth. "What will you do now? Try to find Shepherd again?"

"Whatever comes next for me, you won't be in on it. Have a nice life, Kurt."

"I'm not giving up," he vowed. "Jane's memories are still in your brain somewhere. I'll find you, and I will get her back."

Click. She'd hung up on him.

Kurt slammed the phone down and stared at it, unable to relax or move as his brain worked overtime. He didn't know how, where or when he'd find her again, but his gut instinct told him one thing: he hadn't seen the last of Remi Briggs.

Final Author's Note: Yes, I left it open-ended for a sequel at some point! I've banned myself from starting any new multi-chapter fics until I've knocked a few off my works-in-progress list, though, so it won't be immediately.

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