Sort of sequel to Softierain's fic Power Play, which you can find here archiveofourown works/48786418 (go read it, it's good!) but all you really need to know is Jduke fucked during the blackmail scene.

So this is the end.

Veronica holds him at gunpoint, eyes full of nothing but fury. Beside him the bomb - his magnum opus, hangs paused with four seconds to go because of the knife plunged in the wiring - easy enough to fix and restart but he knows she will not let him. He came in holding all the cards, all the power, but somehow she had taken it all from him and he is at her mercy, just waiting for her to end his life.

It's kind of hot, but that's not really the point right now.

She takes one more step forward, gun pointed straight at his heart, some morbid sense of pride on her features, "You know what i want babe?"

BANG.

He closes his eyes for the impact, bracing himself for the pain, but it never comes. Nothing feels any different except the lack of Veronica's shouting and the smell of smoke. Was death that instantaneous? Is he now surrounded by fire and brimstone? He's going to be so mad if there is actually a hell.

Confused, he opens his eyes, and finds himself exactly where he was before, the boiler room unchanged except Veronica is now slumped on the floor, blood pouring out of a bullet wound on her back, and behind her - framed by smoke - is Heather Duke, her own gun now pointing at his heart.

"I can't believe you were going to fucking blow me up."

He normally finds girls to be predictable creatures. Today, however, is proving to be the exception.

He shrugs, "You are kind of the problem with society that I was trying to destroy, darling."

"I got your stupid petition signed for you."

"I didn't say you weren't useful, I needed your help for my amazing plan, but after that you were unnecessary. You'd have done the same thing if you were me."

"We fucked in the chemistry classroom."

"Veronica and I were on a break. You, my dear, needed some convincing and I needed a distraction before Veronica and I inevitably got back together again."

Both sets of eyes fall on the corpse between them; well, the plan had been that he and Veronica were going to get back together again, he might need to make some alterations now.

Heather walks towards the body, picking up the gun Veronica dropped when she hit the floor. Smart girl, he thinks, realising too late that he should have armed himself with it rather than giving her yet another advantage. To be honest, he's still too unnerved by this bizarre turn of events to be thinking as clearly as usual.

"How are you even here?"

She glares at him, raising the other gun so now both are aimed straight at him, "You're not as clever as you think, asshole. I knew there was something going on with that petition from the moment you gave it to me and especially after Veronica freaked out about it, so I've been following you at school. Also, you just stuck the fake question on the petition over the real one - did you really think I was unable to peel it off and stick it back on?"

Not my smartest moment, he concedes ruefully, though he really had just thought everyone at Westerberg was indeed that dumb, but that really just begs another question, "So why did you stop Veronica then? She'd all but beaten me."

"Are you kidding me? I want those assholes dead as much as you do. They're all fickle, dumbass followers; happy to coddle up to me when I'm in power yet never there to defend me when I'm not. They deserve to die."

He looks at her with newfound interest, unable to comprehend why she, of all people, understands what Veronica never had, "You were in power though, and quite enjoying it from what I saw."

"And how long before Courtney or your precious Veronica took it from me? You know they all saw me as weak like Heather did - like you did - better to beat them all now while I have the chance."

She doesn't look weak now, standing in front of him she looks just as powerful as Veronica - maybe more so because she has double the firepower and far better intentions for her bullets.

Her vengeful grin is glorious, her gaze sinful, "So tell me, Jason Dean, once we blow up the school, what are we gonna do with our lives?"

He snorts, "What could you possibly have to make putting up with you in my new life worthwhile?"

"Two guns aimed at your heart," she says, without hesitation, using the opportunity to check him out unashamedly, "and really nice tits."

He never expected the girl who spent most of her life idiotically following whatever would make her the most popular to have this kind of power, nor the bloodlust he sees reflected in his eyes - it's hot - and marginally less life threatening than the kind Veronica displayed moments ago. And, seeing as his plans with Veronica are rather dead, given her... well, death, this seems like a surprisingly appealing proposition.

He walks towards her, until both gun barrels are pressed into his chest and his mouth is a whisper away from her ear.

"Show them to me," he says, eyeing her greedily as she shivers at his words, then covers her mouth with his. She kisses him back without hesitation, dropping the guns on the floor with a clatter so she can help him unbutton her shirt and grant him his request.

When, moments later, they are freed he sees that she was correct - her tits are very nice. He shows his appreciation by kissing them all over, circling his tongue around her pert nipples until she is squirming, before hoisting her up on a cabinet and kneeling before her. He kisses up her thighs, pulling her panties down under her skirt, so he can get his tongue inside her - relishing the way she moans and reaches down to tangle her hands in his hair. Her grip gets tighter and tighter until she suddenly releases him with a scream loud enough that, for a second, he worries they might be caught and his best laid plans once again ruined - but just at that moment the pep rally lets out an almighty cheer and he is reminded that fate today is very much on his side.

She pulls him up, kissing him eagerly, scrabbling to undo his belt and begging for him to once again be inside her, to celebrate their union once more before they change the world.

He is happy to oblige.

They sit a little way back from the school, behind some trees so they are out of the eyeline of the firemen. Still, the view of the masterpiece they have created together is excellent and the wondrous heat emanating off it into the cold spring afternoon is second only to the feel of her snuggled up against him.

They'll have to go soon, work out the twists and turns of the life of the officially dead, but for now, this moment is more perfect than he could have ever imagined.

Well, except for one thing.

"I wanted marshmallows to toast," he says, "but stupid Veronica distracted me from getting them with her whole faked suicide thing."

"Ah well," she says, a sly smile creeping up her features, "we'll have to remember them next time."

He grins back, kissing her softly in the firelight, "Yes, we will."

This is not the end, it's only the beginning.