A/N: Hey! So I managed to squeeze some time in yesterday to dash off this chapter. Warning: Don't yell at me at the end. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Blindspot. I'm just borrowing them and messing around with them.
"Jane?" Weller calls. He's been worried sick about her, not knowing if she had gotten home safely or not. Given that he had just let her go with no one with her after their kiss simply spoke volumes at how objective he was when it came to Jane (in simpler words, he wasn't objective at all). So, if she was kidnapped or anything like that, it would weigh heavily on his shoulders. Because he had let her go.
Little did he know that Jane had been kidnapped - briefly.
"Jane?" He spots something (or someone) curled up in the corner of the couch. He approaches, cautiously, one hand on his gun, a tiny sliver of fear in his chest.
The person curled up shifts, and they raise their head. From the dark hair, cut shockingly short, and the pale skin, he can tell it's Jane. He breathes out a quiet sigh of relief, glad to know she's safe.
But something's not right.
Jane doesn't say anything, doesn't greet him, doesn't even look at him. She just lies there, curled up like a puppy, staring blankly off into space.
"Hey, you alright?" Concern makes itself known in his voice, and he wonders if she regrets sneaking out to meet him. Or, more specifically, kissing him.
Jane doesn't respond. She doesn't make any acknowledgement of having heard him. Just lies there, listlessly staring at the wall. She feels her heart pounding in her chest, feels her brain buzzing, and she wonders if he's going to explode when she tells him about the kidnapping, Carter, Oscar, and most importantly, the video. She herself would probably blow up, break a few things, and feel betrayed. After all, it isn't a small thing, to be wiped of all your memories and then being told that you, yourself, had done it. She wishes that Weller would just go away, leave her alone.
"I'm fine," Jane finally speaks, her voice holding an edge. She makes sure that it's not raspy, or scared, or troubled. Just edgy. Who knows, maybe he'll take the hint and leave.
"Jane?" Weller questions with confusion. He's never heard her voice so edgy. Well, except for that time when she demanded to have a word with someone in charge, but that was different. She was being poked and prodded, and frankly, he agreed with her snapping at the people testing her.
"Kurt, I'm fine," her words cut through his brain, sharper than he had ever heard them.
Weller starts to draw the conclusion that she probably wants to be left alone. It had been a tiring day, anyway. But he can't resist to question her about one thing. Or everything. "What's wrong? Answer that, then I'm going."
Jane sighs quietly with frustration. Damn Weller and his blackmail methods.
You just swore, her brain mutters.
Shut up, I have a reason, her heart retorts.
Do you? Are you even going to tell him?
Of course I am.
No, you're not. You can't tell him, because you're scared of what he'll think of you.
You know what, just shut up. I'm the one in control here.
In control of what? Feelings and emotions. I'm in control of everything else.
I'm going to tell him!
No, you're not. Because you don't want to lose his trust.
Does it matter? Does it matter anymore? He'll hate me if I tell him or not, sooner or later. If I don't tell him now, and he finds out later, he'll hate me for not telling him. If I tell him now, he'll hate me for what I did. Don't you see? Her heart cries out. He'll hate me no matter what! He'll hate me because he was and still is a pawn in my former self's game! He'll hate me because he thinks that I'm playing with his feelings! I know Weller, I know how he'll react. So really, do I care about losing his trust? No! Because he'll hate me.
So that's your reason? Her brain scoffs. Idiot. He won't hate you. He loves you, don't you see that?
No. Not anymore. Not when he gets his heart ripped out, her heart murmurs with certainty, regret and sadness laced in every syllable.
With her heart and her brain warring with each other, Jane feels tears slip down her face with a certainty, like how the connection she and Kurt had was certain to break with her revelation.
She just wonders how long it'll take.
As she starts to open her mouth, preparing to tell him everything, she hears her heart and her brain say something in unison.
It comes down to this. He forgives you, regardless that you don't remember, or he forgives you, and forgets who you were before.
She stills, milling the words over in her head.
Making her decision, she finally looks at him, for the last time tonight.
Maybe ever.
A/N: And I'm stopping there. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! ...But secretly, I'm not. Cliffies are awesome! Leave a review! :)