A/N: Sorry (again) for the delay but I'm going to try to finish this some time this week. Feedback would be appreciated, especially regarding the fight scene. But now, enjoy this! x

Jane stared straight ahead, the gun in her hand firmly pointed at her brother, a cold certainty taking over her heart. She had eyes. She could see what had been going on before she stepped forward and she knew that Roman wanted to kill Kurt. She could see it in his eyes that had flown up to meet her gaze while he straightened up, to be at her level again.

Roman used to be the person she trusted the most – in all her three lives, he had always been there, he knew her. They were the same and always had been, at least that was what she had always believed, but now she wasn't so sure anymore.

Would she be able to kill someone who had done nothing but fight against the evil of the world? Or was it all a matter of perspective anyway? She had long ago given up on defining wrong and right as straightforward as Tasha did – she had learned that there were always grey areas to be considered. But this?

What she had seen her brother do was pure evil.

Was she evil? When they were the same and always had been? Or had she really changed?

She tried looking for something in his eyes that could redeem him but his stare was blank with underlying fury. There was no recognition there, no feelings whatsoever for their shared pasts or even a hint of hesitation. He hated her and he would throw the knife he was currently holding at her without a second thought – the moment he got the order.

Slowly Shepherd turned around but Jane watched her only from the corner of her eye, her gaze still trained on the two men in front of her who had gone completely still.

With a snarl the other woman crossed her arms in front of her chest and smiled a sweet fake smile "The lost daughter returns. How good of you to join us, Jane. We were just starting to worry that you wouldn't show up."

Jane didn't acknowledge her words with her eyes or even with her body, only her mouth was moving when she threw back the "I'm not your daughter." That seemed to amuse the older woman and for a moment her cold laughter echoed back from the walls of the empty building, making it seem even hollower.

"Step away." Jane repeated calmly, the gun still pointed straight at her brother's chest who simply grinned at her but obviously had no intention to move.

Shepherd was still talking but she didn't hear her. Her attention was focused primarily on Roman who was in turn watching her with hawk eyes, waiting for her next move. He knew her, he knew her training and that made him think that he knew her next move. But he had known Remi and could've guessed Remi's training. Jane was a different matter altogether.

They had the same training and muscle memory but where Remi would never had thought about how her actions might affect the prisoner – that was all Jane thought about. And while Remi would have underestimated Kurt's abilities to fight for himself if given the opportunity – Jane was counting on it.

Her right hand that was holding up the gun was as steady as it had always been, none of the weakness remaining in her body – she was in fighting mode and her body knew the drill even if that was the only thing she truly knew. She knew how to survive battles and she knew how to fight her brother.

While everyone's eyes were focused on the gun, her left hand had been resting on the knife in her pocket all the time, making sure it was where she had put it and that she could pull it out as soon as she needed it.

Which was now.

From her still stance Jane suddenly got moving. With accurate aim she dropped the gun on the floor, throwing it away from herself so Kurt would be able to reach it. In the same moment she pulled her knife from her pocket and turned on the spot, charging towards Shepherd.

Kurt had been frozen in place as soon as he had heard Jane's voice – it sounded cold, distanced. He couldn't believe the woman who was standing in front of him, threatening her family to rescue him, looking as much as the badass woman he had fallen in love with so long ago with no hint of the pain he had seen in her eyes just hours ago.

He watched the exchange, keeping his eyes trained on Jane while simultaneously looking for a way out of their current situation. He came up blank. Roman who had his back turned to him, would still be that much faster once he turned around because he still couldn't put pressure on his left ankle, condemning him to fight from the ground.

When he grabbed the weapon Jane had thrown his way, he had the knife in his hand already ready, to charge at Roman, who seemed dumbfounded for just a moment but it gave him, Kurt, the time he needed to throw his upper body as far as he could, sinking the knife into the other man's left calf.

Roman cried out in pain, whirling around and threw one of his knives in Kurt's direction which missed his head by a few inches. But he had woken the beast and the scarred man charged forward and started swinging at him with raw strength. It was the only thing Kurt could do to dodge the blows but he was cornered, the wooden board he had been chained to, behind him and Roman in front of him.

Kicking out with his left leg he tried to bring him off balance but it was of no use, he didn't seem to notice the blows Kurt got in on him, his mind was too focused on the fight for feelings like pain to get through to his brain.

Grabbing Kurt by his shirt, he pulled him up and pressed him against the board. Again and again he threw the FBI agent against it, until Kurt's head was already lolling to one side, his eyes barely focusing on his attacker.

He had dropped his weapons when he had been pulled up and with a scream he tried to shove at Roman's chest, who didn't move an inch, standing above him as solid as a rock.

Suddenly Jane's voice was in his ear when Roman thrusted him into the wooden panel once more and he could hear the first cracks in the material.

"His left defense is weaker!"

And just like that the attacks seemed to come at him even more ferociously and Kurt realized that Jane had been right. Roman had never been good at defending himself, he was a much better attacker and right now the fury about his sister betraying him got him blinded enough to lower his defenses even more.

Kurt awaited the next punch and when the fist was almost half way to his face, he ducked away from his grip, falling to the floor once more, gritting his teeth at the impact.

He got what he had wanted – Roman's fist hit the board and the wood splintered, leaving his fist bleeding but again, Roman didn't seem to notice. While the other man had still been beating in on the inanimate object, Kurt had managed to crawl over to where he had dropped his gun and grabbed it, pointing it at Roman.

He was breathing heavily, the pain had spread all over his body, but his arm was steady and his gaze was icy when he locked eyes with his assailant who seemed to snap out of the fury he had been for the first time.

When Roman took a step towards him, ignoring the gun, his face morphed into a horrifying grin, his teeth red with the blood from the wounds Kurt had managed to inflict on him. "You're still weak" he said calmly and Kurt couldn't get out a reply before he had stepped onto his broken right ankle and the blinding pain that followed, made him drop the gun.

Shepherd had expected her to run towards Roman and Kurt and so when Jane had turned towards her instead, she had caught her off guard for just a second. It was that second that gave Jane the upper hand and gave her the chance to shove the other woman off balance and away from the table before she had time to grab a weapon.

That didn't stop her from returning the hits, though. Jane had always known that Shepherd was fierce and she had expected nothing less than what she got from her adoptive mother.

Each strike she threw was measured with a hit that was just as precise.

Jane used her only advantage – the moment of surprise and her knife – and pushed Shepherd in the chest, making her stumble backwards but it didn't take her long to find her balance again and when she did she veered to the right, making Jane's next kick land in thin air which made her stumble as well.

From the right side Shepherd came onto her now, averting the next hit that was aimed at her face and held on to Jane's arm, using it to throw the younger woman against the concrete wall, hitting her head in the process. She was about to twist her arm even more when Jane clenched her fingers to a fist, grabbing her shirt and hauled her against the wall next to her, while she managed to push away from it herself.

Jane made her next move while Shepherd was still wavering, seeking support on the wall she was resting on, and threw three good aimed punches at her face and left side. The other woman screamed out in pain and anger, trying to push Jane away from her and to deflect the blows that just kept on coming.

Shepherd was strong and she had trained and raised Remi so she knew her abilities but Jane wasn't only fighting for herself – she was fighting for Kurt and every punch she made, she did to keep him safe. It was one of the things Shepherd had never understood – love.

She had never loved in the way that Jane had, had never given up everything so this one person that she valued more than her own life, could be happy and safe. She knew nothing of sacrifices like that and she would never understand fully what lengths Jane would go to for Kurt.

That was her weakness.

She couldn't fathom anyone putting someone else before their own wellbeing. Someone as self-centered as Shepherd, would cover themselves when she saw that the other person was just as strong but not Jane.

Remi had always been wild and Jane didn't miss that wildness.

Remi had always been protective of the once she loved and Jane would fight until her last breath as well.

But Remi had never seen the kind of destruction Jane had and that made Jane even more determined and it gave her the upper hand. It gave her the strength to overpower her adoptive mother, holding the knife to her throat.

Jane's heart was still racing from the fight but she held the blade steady as she had the gun earlier, turning her prisoner so they could both face Roman who had Kurt at gunpoint.

The look in her brother's eyes made her shake her hand just a little bit and she could hear Shepherd whelp in pain as she pressed the cold metal a little too tightly to her skin, but she didn't care. She couldn't help but stare straight ahead to where Kurt was being pressed to the floor, her brother holding him down with his knee on his ribs and the gun to his head.

This right there was the most frightened she had ever been in her life.

She hadn't been this scared when she had come out of the bag, all alone with no memories or knowledge about who she was.

She hadn't even been this scared when Kurt had been shot before because those shooters had never been Roman.

Roman never missed a shot, just like she didn't. Unlike her, though, he couldn't control his actions when he was angry. It had always been his biggest weakness Remi had tried to help him with and it was one of the things that Shepherd had used to make him such an adequate killer, he had no remorse for the people in his custody.

"Surrender!"

Jane didn't know how she brought out the word with such clarity but she did, her own voice sounding strange to her ears.

"You won't get out of here a free man" she continued, tightening the grip around her hostage, hoping to conceal the fear that was taking over her mind "Surrender and you will get out of her alive."

Instead of an answer Roman simply glared at her, pressing the gun more firmly against Kurt's temple, who was barely moving anymore. She just hoped he was still breathing.

"Roman-" she tried to start again but his icy stare made her stop.

"You have no right to address me" he called out coldly, his figure unmoving – thankfully the finger on the trigger as well.

Jane shook her head "I'm your sister."

"No!" The scream echoed from the walls and was still audible when he had already continued speaking "You're not my sister."

"I am. As much as you hate me right now, but you and me, Roman" she gave back hoarsely "We're blood."

She knew it was true. They were blood and they used to be the same but somewhere along the lines they had grown further apart and had ended up on different sides of the table, fighting against each other. Jane kept fighting back the tears when she heard Roman's next words. They reached her through some sort of veil, and she felt the impact of the bullet before she could grasp their meaning.

"Then bleed."

He was staring at her while the words were still ringing in her ears until finally they had died down. That was when the pain set in and her eyes jumped to her right side, where the blood was already wetting the black shirt she was wearing.

The first tear rolled down her cheek then, when she felt her knees buckle under her weight and she lost all hope when Roman wouldn't move away from Kurt, who was staring at her wide-eyed – as scared as she was herself.

She was fine with dying, she decided. She didn't want to die, not like she had wanted to last week or the week before when she had been so close to it – but she was okay with it as long as she could take one of the most awful people on this world with her.

With her last strength Jane slit Shepherd's throat and released both the other woman from her grip and the knife that fell to the ground with an ear- shattering noise that seemed to come from a different world. As Jane dropped down to her knees, her hands finding her wound and coming up covered in red, she could only hear noises around her.

Every sound seemed so intense right then when she closed her eyes and the sounds were all she got to tell her what was going on. Something was happening but she didn't have the strength to open her eyes – what was the point anyway? Hadn't she fought enough? Hadn't she given enough? Kurt would have to understand…

Kurt.

Jane managed to tear open her eyes and just like that she could see his face. She smiled, reaching out her hand to touch his cheek. Why did he look so worried? She tried turning her head to find the source of his unease but she didn't have control over her muscles anymore.

Blood.

The hand that was running over his stubble was bloody. And It was her hand. She dropped it instantly, not noticing how it dropped to the floor. She tried to smile at him one more time but this time her view of him was clouded by the tears that kept streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry" she whispered, choking and coughing, "I'm so sorry" her voice grew fainter and she felt her strength leave her but there was one last thing she had to tell him.

"I love you."

Then her world went black. Her body was floating towards something, it felt like a soft stream that was carrying her to a better place and she welcomed it. She was so tired.