"Kurt, there's grey in your beard," Jane spoke, reaching her arms toward the ceiling in a stretch.

"Jane?"

"Hi," she spoke, smiling.

Kurt hugged her, kissing her forehead and cheek. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"I have a headache," she shared.

"That should go away soon," he explained.

"It's kind of loud in here," she admitted, touching her temple, "I remember Remi and Alice."

"We can talk about it," he offered, "the doctor said that curing the ZIP poisoning would make you whole again."

"Cure?" she questioned.

"We got it. You won the fight. The team saved you."

She hugged him again. "Thank you."

"I love you," he spoke, kissing her lips.

"I love you," she returned.

Rich and Patterson had paired the Book of Secrets with the latest caches and Paul's research and revealed enough experimental notes for Dr. Welton to piece together a potential cure. They bounced their ideas off of Paul, letting him know that though they were too late to save Roman, he could still help save his half-sister. And if they saved her, he could meet her.

After many days of waiting and a few rounds of treatment, Jane awoke. A few days later, Kurt entered Jane's room with an unknown visitor in tow. "Jane, you should meet one of the doctors who helped save you," Kurt explained, gesturing his hand toward the man who had stopped beside him, "this is Dr. Paul Calixto Kruger."

Jane's eyes widened. She hadn't seen him since they were children. "Paul?" she said cautiously.

"Jane," he responded, "it's been a long time."

She opened her arms, inviting him and embracing him in a hug, and he sat in the chair beside her. "How did you get involved in this?" Jane questioned, confused as to where a missing piece of her past had come from.

"Roman," he explained, "he tracked me down and explained you both were dying from ZIP poisoning. And that with my resources at the lab, I could help."

Jane nodded, memories of her brother circling her brain. "Jane, there's something I need to tell you," Paul shared, "we're half siblings. I was with my mother when your parents were attacked, and that's the only reason I didn't end up in the same circumstances as you and Roman."

"Holiday," she recalled.

"Yes, I got to see our dad on holiday," he confirmed.

"It's great to see you," she smiled, "thank you."

Having received medical clearance, Kurt was able to bring Jane home. She was a little bit slow and clumsy on her feet, yet the doctors had assured that would disappear as she increased her activity.

"The whole team is going to want to see you," Kurt explained, helping Jane to the couch.

"Have them come over," Jane requested, "it'd be great to see them."

"Dinner and drinks later?" Kurt suggested.

"Mmm, stir fry?" she requested.

"You're only holding onto me for my cooking," he teased.

"And your great body," she joked back, pulling him in for a kiss.

Jane and Rich stood on the balcony, looking out at the city.

"Glad to see I can hold onto my hope for a threesome," Rich joshed, wrapping his arm around her in a friendly hug.

"Dream on," she retorted back, wrapping her arm around him in return.

"I'm glad you're okay," he shared, "you were a bit Remi…psych!…no Jane…psych!…no Remi…psych!…no Alice…psych!…for a while there."

"Thank you," her voice turned more gravely, sharing her gratitude, "you helped take care of everyone. You advocated for me. Thank you."

They each squeezed their arms against the other's back in a short hug. "Be careful, you don't want my head to get too big," Rich joked, "though I enjoy some big head, something tells me that's going to get me in trouble if I try that tonight."

Jane removed her arm and swatted his away from her. "See, there's my feisty Jane," Rich celebrated, then rolled his tongue in a spicy growl, "Rrrrr."

She rolled her eyes and turned away from him, shaking her head. "I'm going back inside."

Jane sat with Patterson on the couch, both of them leaning against each other. "Want to play an exciting game of who's going to fall asleep first?" Patterson joked.

"Did you guys ever sleep while you were trying to find a cure?" Jane asked. That was easier to say than trying to save me.

"In the SUV. On your couch. In a hospital chair. Sometimes in my apartment," Patterson admitted, "but I have no complaints. Rich had it worse."

"He's back to his usual self," Jane shared.

"He was the only one you would trust. You stayed calm with him. So he was awake the most," Patterson recounted.

Jane yawned. "I might fall asleep first," she admitted, dropping her head to Patterson's shoulder.

"Race you," Patterson countered, resting her head against Jane's.

"Reade and Zapata couldn't come?" Rich asked, joining Kurt at the breakfast bar.

"They're still working through all of Zapata's dark ops. They're tied up with Weitz," Kurt explained, taking a sip of his drink, "something tells me that won't get sorted out until Keaton is out of a coma."

"The girls are out," Rich noted, pointing his drink in their direction.

"I think everyone is still recovering," Kurt admitted.

They sat in silence, watching Jane and Patterson, swirling their drinks, finding a diversion in their thoughts. "Rich?" Kurt paused for a moment, looking at his glass, "thank you."

"I just did the right thing," Rich shrugged, "So would you. Live for love or life's a chore. That's all there is; there isn't anymore."

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