Revenge


"Who are you?" A maid opened up the door of the large house where JC stood outside. He'd made it to New York. After talking with AJ, he knew what he was to do, and they knew the plan.

"Uh… friend of the family. Jean is expecting me." JC nodded as the maid looked at him.

"Very well." The maid nodded as JC stepped into the entrance of the house, "Mrs Ferris is inside the sitting area." She said, pointing to the right as JC nodded.

"Thank you." JC smiled, turning on his heel and walking down the hallway, walking into the large sitting area which was pretty much the size of he and Vanessa's full house. There was a roaring fire, book shelves as if they got read on the daily, an arch window looking out into the garden. It made him feel sick.

"W-What are you doing here?" Jean shook her head, standing up from the sofa as she saw JC walk into the lounge, looking across at her with a small smile on his face.

"You know… I don't think we've ever had a conversation just the two of us." JC smiled as Jean looked at him.

"Why are you here? On your own?" Jean wondered. If they were coming, she expected them all to be there.

"Scared?" JC smiled, "I'm not… I'm not here to hurt you, Jean. I'm a lot of things, I know that, but I'm not… I'm not a violent person."

"You killed someone. I watched you." Jean scoffed. She'd never been in a room with just him, and she wouldn't lie and say she wasn't scared, because she was.

"That was circumstantial. I was protecting Vanessa. She was protecting you." JC said, "Do you ever think about what she'd think of this right now? You taking her granddaughter? She was nothing but a good friend to you." He said.

"A good friend who chose her junkie boyfriend over me?" Jean laughed.

"She didn't choose anyone. There didn't have to be any choice. You just didn't like me and you wanted it to be a choice." JC said, "I spent all this time trying to figure out why you hated me. Besides the fact that Vanessa deserved better, at least we can agree on that, but why else did you not even look in my general direction?" He asked.

"You… you should not be here. You need to go." Jean nodded.

"I get it. You don't like where I come from. It's why you didn't want Vanessa near me. It's why you don't want my son near your daughter." He nodded, "But why else is it that when you hear my name… you get chills up your spine?" He smiled, stepping further towards her as she folded her arm.

"I just don't want my daughter around people like you. Scum." She said.

"No no no… there's more to it." JC shook his head, "You couldn't wait to write an article on the kid who was on death row, even more so because you got to butcher me in it. And you had your lawyer accuse me of Vanessa's death in court…. Now I'm being investigated by the FBI, thank you for that." JC nodded.

"Wouldn't be surprised if you did it." Jean shrugged.

"I was in prison." JC said, "And I loved my girlfriend. Maybe it didn't seem like it from the outside looking in, but I did. I loved her with all my heart. Part of me leaving her was because she didn't deserve what I put her through on a daily basis. And you can say you were right all along, but it didn't change how much I loved her or how much she loved me." JC said, "You're doing this out of your own guilt." JC nodded.

"My own guilt?" Jean laughed, "And what guilt do I have?" She smiled as JC looked her in the eyes.

"We know." JC nodded as she tilted her head, "We know all about it. Your company, when it went public, the need to have all bad reflections cancelled out… reflections like my own parents." He said as Jean looked at him, stiffening completely as she lost her breath for a second.

"W-What are you-"

"Talking about?" JC finished, "You know what I'm talking about." JC nodded, "This great company you run, when it went public when you were born, when I was born, your parents had my parents killed. For what reason, I don't know, bad connections maybe? That doesn't matter, what matters is I know about it. And I wonder what other things I could find out if I wanted to-"

"Stop it." Jean warned him, her stomach tightening with anxiety, "She told you… Vanessa… you knew all this time-"

"No." JC shook his head, "No, because she was such a good person, she wrote it in her diary instead. She didn't want to betray your trust and she didn't want to hurt me, so she wrote in her diary." JC nodded, "Every time you see me, think about me, every time you saw me with Vanessa… you were reminded by the cruel life you were living in with your company and your family… the cruel life that had my parents killed and put me in foster care." He said, "That's why you wanted Vanessa to stay away from me. And it's why you want Anna to stay away from Dean." He said as she just shook her head, not knowing what to say, "And then… then I done some thinking on the flight here." He nodded, "Why would you accuse me of Vanessa's death when you knew I was in prison, you knew I loved her more than anything… why would you want me to be found guilty of that…" He said, inching his way towards her, "Because you did it." He whispered as she looked at him, "You killed her." He nodded as Jean looked up at him, eyes glistening with tears, tears of guilt, "You were scared that one day she would tell someone about what she knew. You were just a scared teenager when you told her. You didn't mean it. And you wanted that anxiety to go away… so you killed her." JC said, "Tell me I'm wrong!" He yelled as Jean jumped.


"Michael? Hey, it's Phil." Punk said, sitting on the couch on his phone, "I'm good, man. Yeah." Punk nodded, talking to the detective who worked his death row case. Dean and Anna were sitting over on the chair whilst AJ stood over by the door.

"No, everything is good, man. I… well I actually wanted to ask a favour of you." Punk said, "Remember when you offered me that compensation, the money?" He asked, "Yeah. No… No I don't want it. I… I was actually thinking there was maybe a different way you could give me that compensation." He nodded, looking over at Dean who nodded, "You got connections with the FBI, right?" He asked, nodding along as AJ took a deep breath, "I'm gonna give you an address and a story. You're gonna wanna take it." He said, looking over at Anna who leaned against Dean.

"Where?" Punk repeated, "New York."


"What do you want?" Jean asked, glaring over at JC who had stepped back a little and got a hold of himself, "What do you want from me? Money?"

"I want my granddaughter." JC said, pulling out the piece of paper where she could sign over full custody to Dean and Anna, one AJ had given him as their lawyer, "That's it." He said, "Give me her, and I'll leave here, and you won't ever see me, or my sons, or your daughter for that matter, ever again." JC nodded, "I think that's me letting you off lightly, don't you think?" JC asked as Jean dried her eyes and nodded.

"Ok." Jean nodded. She'd been trained from a young age to always put her company first, and she'd been beaten at her own game. She'd accepted the defeat and she knew what she had to do to save herself and her own company.

"Ok." JC repeated with a smile, handing her over the piece of paper as he watched her frantically reach for a pen, sitting the paper down on the coffee table and scribbling her signature on the paper as JC smiled.

"Here." Jean nodded, handing the paper over to him as he took it gratefully, "I'll… I'll bring her to you tomorrow-"

"No, I take her home tonight." JC nodded, "Her mom and dad are waiting on her, they have been for weeks now." He said as Jean looked at him, "You give me her now, I leave, and that's it."

"How do I know you're not going to… to go to the police-"

"Well you don't." JC nodded, "But I just want my family to be ok. I think it's what Vanessa deserves above anything else." He said, "How could you do it?" He shook his head. He'd figured it out on the flight over to New York. It made perfect sense and he couldn't believe it, "You were her best friend-"

"We were best friends." Jean corrected him, "She chose other things and I… I had to protect my company." She said, "I didn't want to hurt her-"

"Hurt her?" JC laughed, "You fucking killed her." JC said, "My sons lost a mom. She… she deserved so much better than this." JC shook his head as Jean looked over at him.

"No, she deserved so much better than you. You were the problem in all of this. You were the one I wanted her to be protected from. You were the reason she lost her life-"

"No. No you were. I did nothing." JC said, "But it's fine because you'll live with that on your conscience for the rest of your life. I hope she gives you nightmares. I do." He nodded, "Go get me my granddaughter because I am… I am done here." He pointed to the both of them.

"Mary!" Jean yelled as the maid soon walked into the lounge, "Could you go get Skyler ready in her carrier?"

"Yes, miss." Mary the maid nodded, walking off as JC looked across at Jean, staring at one another intently. This was a woman who had not only taken his parents from him, but his girlfriend, someone he loved like no one else.

"See what could have been avoided if she just… listened to me." Jean shrugged.

"See what could have happened if you just… didn't kill people. You… you judge me for my life, the way I live, my addictions and my problems… you are the worst of the worst. Drove your own daughter to wanting to kill herself." JC said, "You're a cancer. I knew it. Vanessa eventually knew it. Your daughter knows it." He said, "And you'll get what you deserve at one point."

"I just wanted my family to be safe." Jean said.

"No, no you wanted control and power over situations, over people, your own family and your friends." JC said, "She cared about you. Vanessa. She clearly valued your trust, otherwise she would have told me about my parents and your company." He said, "And you… you had her killed. She was just… coming home from work, to see her sons, and you had her killed." He said, "Like she was nothing." He said as Jean looked across at him, "You're nothing." He reminded her.

"I give you my granddaughter and… and you don't say a thing to anyone about anything?" Jean asked, drying her eyes as JC looked across at her.

"Mhm." JC nodded, turning his head as he saw the maid walk in the room with little Skyler in her carrier, "Give me her." He demanded, walking over to the maid and taking the carrier from her, smiling down at the baby girl fast asleep, "Hey, there." He smiled, stroking her cheek softly as Jean looked on, broken and destroyed to say the least. The one thing that gave her leverage, was now not in her grips, her granddaughter. She had nothing now.

"Can I say goodbye?" Jean asked.

"No." JC told her immediately, holding the carrier by his side, "No, I'm taking her home now." He nodded, "With the poor people." He smirked as she glared at him, "Where she's gonna be loved, not by maids and servants… but by her family." He nodded, "You are not her family." He made clear, "I'll see myself out." He nodded, taking one final look at the broken woman in front of her before turning around and leaving the room with a smile on his face, walking out of the house, walking down the pathway until he got to his arranged cab.

He got into the back of the cab with Skyler, smiling as he sat the carrier beside him, looking on at her as she lay sleeping peacefully, "Man, you're cute." He smiled, stroking her cheek softly.

"Where to?" The driver asked.

"The airport but… wait a minute, man. Keep the meter running, whatever but… I just need to wait for a few minutes." He told him as the driver nodded.

He then pulled his phone out and called his oldest son, pressing his phone against his ear as he looked at the large house in front of him.

"Hey." Punk answered, "You got her?"

"Yeah I got her." JC smiled as he looked at Skyler, "She's great." He said, hearing Punk sigh with relief through the line, "You call him?"

"Yeah." Punk nodded, "You should get out of there. They'll be there any minute." Punk told him as JC nodded.

"Yeah, ok." JC said, "Tell Dean and Anna, Skyler will be with them soon." He said, "It's over now." He nodded as Punk nodded, hanging up on the call as JC put his phone back in his pocket, watching suddenly as the multiple FBI cars drew up to the house, Fed agents getting out as he chuckled quietly to himself and nodded.

"You can go now, buddy." JC said to the driver who nodded and pulled away from the house as JC watched the FBI cars continuing to draw up to the house, smiling to himself as he turned back to Skyler who was making soft noises as she left, "It's gonna be alright, kid." He smiled.