Author's note: Ah, it's been a long time. But! I have at least this one little drabble to offer you. And...I'm going to be watching the movies over again (all three!), so perhaps more will follow. Sorry it's been too long; that said,
Jason's point of view, during any of the time (pre-Identity or post-Supremacy) that he is not with Marie. Word: Safeguard.
"Here is your room, Herr Bourne—third floor, no balcony, as you requested," the landlord murmured, opening the door.
Jason stepped inside, looked at the beautiful expansive room, the extensive panels of glass, tinted gold with afternoon sunlight. Felt queasy.
"Thank you," he heard himself respond quietly. The man nodded courteously and turned to leave.
"Please—before you go," Jason said, forcing his gaze from the windows. The landlord stopped, glanced back questioningly. He kept his face as blank as possible, his tone polite. Unconcerned. "Could you tell me where I might buy curtains?"