Slamming the door with her foot, Jessica Jones kicked off her boots making a beeline to her desk; rummaging through it.
She wouldn't usual do it, but after Hope Shlottman's confession to her about being pregnant with Kilgrave's child, she had to do it.
She had to call.
Ripping open the bottom drawer, empting out its entire contents onto her desk, Jessica stuck her fingers inside, pushing against the edges of the drawer. Eventually getting it open, she pulled out the false bottom, taking out a single small phone out.
Dialling the first and only number on it, she paced around the room.
One ring, two, thre-
The third was cut off, the rustling of paper echoing through the receiver in the background.
"Jess?"
"Hey, hey there kiddo." Jess greeted, leaning against her desk a small soft smile gracing her face.
There was a light giggle. "Jess! Two calls in one month, you really are spoiling me." she said cheekily, a click on the other indicating to Jessica that she was shutting her bedroom door.
Jessica shrugged. "Well you'll worth being spoiled on." she said shuffling her feet. "How's the Carvers?"
"Good. Max and Willa had been pretty busy at work lately, but Mal and I have been managing."
"That's great," Jessica replied, staring at the cracks on the floorboards. "You know you can call, whenever right, Ames?"
"I know," Amy said, sitting down on her window seat, looking out at all the houses on Birch Street and Higgins Drive. Someone new in full purple just walked past her window.
"I mean it Amelia…I err, I know I'm not there a lot…"
Furrowing her eyebrows, Amy picked up her binoculars (a gift from Jessica) peering through them at the newcomer. Brown hair, suit, duffel bag walking swiftly towards the Mr Lin's house.
"And…after everything I-I should be…I just...I really want you to know, you can talk to me."
The newcomer turned, Amy ducking behind her wall. "I know, Jess. It's okay, I understand." Amy said, waiting a few minutes, before glancing outside. The man was continuing on his way.
Amy shrugged, drawing her curtains to a close. Jess sighed on the other end. "Okay, good that's good." Amy licked her lips. "I do…want to ask you something."
"Okay, yeah anything."
"Hope Shlottman." Amy said hearing the sharp intake of breath from Jess. "Apparently she shot her parents, but was mind controlled, by a man…named Kilgrave." Amy waited patiently, eagerly wanting Jess to cut her off, tell her it was nothing. "Was it him?"
Jess sighed. "Yeah."
"But, I thought he died."
"Yeah, so did I." Jess replied heavily. Amy nodded, sitting down on her bed. "Well…at least he can't hurt mum anymore." Amy said weakly, shutting her eyes.
Despite it being almost a year since her mother died. It still hurt. Not as much as before.
But still.
"Yeah." Jess sniffed. Amy took a few deep breaths, fiddling with the power inhibitor on her arm. "Is he going to come after you again?"
"No." Jessica said furiously. "I won't let him. Not again. Not Trish, no one. Especially not you."
"Bu-"
"No." Jessica said sternly, her hands on her hips. "I promised you mom, I would protect you Amelia and I will. No matter what. Alright?"
Amy sighed, leaning back on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. "Alright." My But just because, Jessica Jones is running around saving lives and I don't want get in the way. I can take care of myself too you know."
Jess chuckled. "Believe me, I know."
"Will I see you soon?" Amy asked, running her fingers through her loose dark hair. "Hopefully, this will be over soon." Jess replied. "I'll come visit with Trish. Maybe you, me, her and Mal have a day out."
Amy smiled, tucking dome of her hair behind her ear. "Sounds nice. Alright, don't forget to eat solid food, try not to have too many liquid dinners. I'd hate to have you pass out on me." she said lightly.
Jessica nodded, smiling. "Okay," she said quietly. "Try not to kill Mal."
Amy laughed. "Still quite an uphill struggle-"
"Hey!" came a muffled shout from across Amy's bedroom. "Eavesdropper!" Amy shouted back. The sound of something being thrown, making Jessica chuckled lightly.
It was hard not the smile when in the presence of Amy and Mal. Even from outside New York it seemed.
They reminded her of herself and Trish.
Though if she was honest the situation was practically identical. The only difference really being that unlike herself, Amy did have a parent who was alive.
He just was a psychopath.
And had no idea she existed.
Something she hoped would remain a secret.
"Sorry," Amy said into the phone. "Hard to have a private conversation with the Polonius in the other room." she called out, directing the end of her sentence to her bedroom wall. Another sound of something being thrown echoed through the phone.
"What?" Jessica asked, glancing at her other phone, she was running slightly late.
"It's Shakespeare." Amy said, Jessica almost feeling her smug grin. "You'll call soon right?"
"Yeah. Promise."
"Kay," Amy whispered. "Be careful, eat something, okay? Promise me."
Jessica sighed. "I promise."
Amy smiled. "Love you, Jess."
Jessica would be lying to say, those simple made her heart swell five times bigger. Amy seemed to know exactly when she needed those words, those simple important words. She would ended every call with her with them if she wanted to.
It was so easy for her. It was strange.
"You too kid." Jessica said, cutting the call.
Holding the phone, close to her chest. Jessica rolled her head back sighing to herself. Walking back to her desk, Jessica set the phone back inside putting back the false bottom, sliding all the things off her desk and back into the drawer.
Tucking it back in, Jessica Jones looked around the room, before walking out the door.
She had to catch Kilgrave, if not for Hope, than for Angie Melanie Thompson. If not of Angie than for Amy.
She would let her down again.
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