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I know your heart. And that is not who you are.
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Blank, chapter 5 and 6
Author’s Note: I figured I might as well just stick them both in one post, since I wrote them both today. Next time I decide to set a stupidly short deadline to write a 10k fic, slap my hand and tell me NO. Anyway, this is now COMPLETE! Whoo! And it would be awesome to hear your thoughts.
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Five
They dropped Tasha off on the corner to grab coffee, from what was apparently their usual coffee shop—yet another thing Jane didn’t remember. Then Kurt guided the car into the underground parking garage, and they headed from there back into the NYO, ending up in the locker room to stash their jackets and bulletproof vests.
The raid had been unsuccessful, based on red herring intel planted by Ivy to keep them running in circles. Kurt and Tasha had been vocally frustrated and discouraged on the way back to the office, and Jane might have been just as annoyed, if not for the fact that this had been her first time out in the field since her memory had been wiped.
It had been gratifying to discover the muscle memory she’d utilised in the gym and shooting range yesterday had been just as automatic in the field, in a potentially risky situation. Kurt had given her silent hand signals to tell her what to focus on and where to go, and she’d understood them all without needing to think about it. Every time she discovered something she could do—rather than being told she could do it by someone who already knew—it was validating, giving her a rush she was eager to experience as much as possible.
She closed the locker and looked over at Kurt. “So what’s next?”
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Blank, chapter 4
Author’s Note: Can I finish this before tomorrow night? I’m determined to! (Also, I know this is far from my best fic, so thank you for reading despite that.)
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Four
“So this stuff all came to me after Shepherd died?”
Jane hesitated not too far from the doorway, overwhelmed by the sight of all the objects spread around the room. Every surface held multiple objects, all seemingly unrelated to one another, and at first glance, nothing was familiar.
“Yeah. You had a theory that Shepherd put it all in one place so that when your mission was done, and it was time for you to remember being Remi, she could show you this stuff, help you get those memories back.” Kurt sat carefully on the edge of a table, which was clear enough to accommodate him.
“Given that that’s the case, are you sure you want me looking at this stuff?” she asked uneasily. “What if I remember the bad part of me and turn back into a terrorist?”
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Blank, chapter three
Author’s Note: I haven’t seen the sneak peeks and don’t want to know anything, just to put that out there! So please don’t leave any spoilery comments. :)
I decided the team would not want to burden Jane with the possibility that she might be dying at this point, but realistically, the doctors probably would have told her. So maybe the stem cells are still in her brain, just working on neutralising the ZIP, and she’ll get all her memories back as the ZIP is cleared out of her system, but it’s going to take a while? Who knows? :D
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Three
“My disclaimer from last night still stands, okay? You’re not a bad person.” Patterson touched Jane’s shoulder lightly, then retreated.
Jane nodded, her polite smile fading as Patterson left the room. She had tried to believe that reassurance through the horror of details they’d shared with her the night before, but how could she believe she was a good person when everything she’d learned was so horrific?
She’d willingly put these tattoos on her skin. She’d replaced the DNA sample of Kurt’s dead childhood friend with her own, so that her DNA would falsely register as that of Taylor Shaw, missing for twenty-five years. She’d had her terrorist group wipe her memory and drop her off in Times Square, naked, in a duffel bag with a tag that said ‘call the FBI’ on it. And then she’d gotten close to Kurt, thinking she was his childhood friend because she’d had no memory, but as soon as her former fiancé had approached her, she’d also started working behind Kurt’s back to plant evidence that had led to the disgrace and death of the former Deputy Director of the FBI.
And Kurt had married her anyway, even after learning what a duplicitous bitch she’d been. She didn’t know what to make of that. Her friends said she’d tried hard to make up for what she’d done, that she’d helped to bring down her terrorist family and the rest of their group. That she’d won their trust, and Kurt’s heart, in the process of saving millions of lives.
But she couldn’t imagine her tattoo stunt was the only bad thing she’d done as a terrorist. She must have murdered innocent people. Dozens, even hundreds or thousands. How could she ever wipe away that stain on her soul, even by doing good?
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😍😍
That’s good enough for now.
(Also, he’s a very good kisser).
♥
Follow up to this one (x).
Part one (x)
Bonus close-up :D
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OMG 😭😭
It fits perfectly to "Blank", written by indelibleevidence😍😍
They told me he was my husband.
And I…
I want to remember him.
(To be continued)
Please do not repost anywhere, thank you ♥
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[Part two] - [Part three]
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Beautiful and 💔😥
Follow up to this one (x)
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😂Still damn handsome 😍❤️😍
Sullivan Stapleton in New Zealand, April 2024.
(Instagram Story posted by sullygram77)
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Blank, chapter two
Author’s Note: Yep, I’m skipping a lot. But this is meant to be a five-times fic, not a properly plotty one!
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Two
“Go ahead.” With a faint smile, Kurt pushed open the door and gestured for her to walk into the apartment first.
Steeling herself—was she worried that she wouldn’t be able to remember, or apprehensive that she’d remember something bad?—Jane walked into the open-plan living, dining and kitchen area of the spacious apartment. At least, she assumed it was usually a little more spacious than it currently seemed. Right now, various boxes and bags were strewn around, and the three other people already there made things look more than a little crowded.
Kurt had explained that because they’d all been away—she couldn’t believe they’d all been fugitives, and were still in the process of having their names cleared—Tasha and Patterson would be staying with them that night. They had no places to call their own in the city right now—their apartment leases had been terminated when their bank accounts had been frozen, when their automatic rent payments hadn’t come out on time.
Rich Dotcom—she still couldn’t believe that was actually what he’d changed his legal name to, but Kurt had confirmed it later—was supposed to be staying with his boyfriend, Boston, but he seemed to be making himself comfortable here anyway.
“Hey, welcome home!” Rich beamed at her and leaned over for a hug. A little stunned by the effusiveness of his greeting, she returned the embrace awkwardly, looking at Tasha and Patterson over his shoulder.
She hadn’t even hugged her husband yet.
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Blank, chapter one (Post-5x10 Five Times Fic)
Author’s Note: Yep, I’m supposed to be on a WIP ban, but with one chapter a day, I’m hoping I can get this one posted before we see what actually happened! Obviously, this is spoilery for the end of 5x10, but I’m writing it before 5x11 has aired, so who knows what could happen? Also, I haven’t looked at any fanfic since last week’s episode (I’m avoiding finale spoilers - I haven’t even seen the preview yet!), so if anyone else has already written their version of this scene, I hope I haven’t mind-melded too badly. And please don’t mention anything to do with promo pics if you leave a review, because I haven’t seen those either. I’m hoping to go in totally blind next week. :)
Summary: a.k.a. Five Times Jane Didn’t Remember (and One Time She Did). Jeller episode tag to 5x10. Since this is a five-times format fic, it’s going to be random snapshots - Jane in hospital, Jane in her apartment, Jane at the NYO, Jane looking through her inheritance from Shepherd, Jane in Times Square… and then the one time she remembers - for which you’ll just have to wait and see!
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One
The doctor left, and Jane—her name was Jane Doe, actually Jane Doe? And how did she remember that that was law enforcement code for a woman with no name, when she hadn’t known it was her literal name until they’d told her?—pulled the hospital sheets further up her body, feeling too exposed.
“The good news is,” the doctor had said, “you do have people who love you. I’ll let them know they can come and reintroduce themselves. Maybe it will help your memory.”
Any second now, someone would walk through the door and expect her to remember them. And if she didn’t, it would hurt them. And probably her, too.
She twisted her hands together nervously, looking down at them. She wore a ring on her left ring finger, and several times, she’d contemplated it already. Was she married? Separated or divorced, but pining for a relationship she could no longer have, in denial that it was over? Widowed, and wearing this ring in remembrance of a dead spouse? Or maybe this was an engagement ring, though it didn’t look as flashy as she somehow seemed to remember engagement rings were supposed to be.
Maybe whoever walked through the door would be able to tell her.
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im kind of interested, as a person in the whump community under the age of 18, what percentage of this community is under 18. i see a lot of whump blogs that say minors DNI, which is a struggle for me since i literally thrive off reading whump. is it weird for me to enjoy whump since im underage and the topics we write about are typically quite fucking disgusting?
pls reblog, just because it helps with the purpose of the poll <3
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Just because…
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The Fears He Hides (2/2)
Author’s Note: A lot longer than part one! Which is here. As before, bold italics are for video dialogue, to contrast better with italics for internal monologue and the usual quotation marks for speech outside the video.
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Jane stirred back to consciousness fuzzily, wincing at the pain in her abdomen. Seeing Patterson standing beside the bed, she struggled to organise her thoughts. “D’you find him?”
Patterson crouched beside the bed. “The good news is yes. Zapata’s bringing him home now. He’s not badly injured.”
Relief stole her breath for a moment. Thank god he’s okay.
Then Patterson’s other words sank in. “What’s the bad news?”
“Ivy gave him a hallucinogenic cocktail to try to break him. When he got free, he took the SD card from the camera that was filming his interrogation, and Zapata sent the footage to us. He’s scared he gave us up.”
Oh, Kurt.
But she couldn’t worry about his mental state right now. Damage control came first. “Did you watch it?”
“We started to, but it seemed like an invasion of privacy to watch him under the influence of all those drugs. We figured Kurt would feel less self-conscious about it if you were the only one to see it.” Patterson handed her the tablet she was holding. “Plus, I think Rich was having flashbacks to the black site. I know you’ve been in one, too, but it wasn’t recently, so…”
Jane nodded. Her trauma was far enough in the past that she was pretty sure she could handle this. The worst part would be that the victim was her husband.
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The Fears He Hides (1/2)
Author’s Note: Since Camila sulked, here’s the first (short) part of my way-too-long, team-reacts-to-drugged-Kurt fic (tag to 5x05). Video dialogue in bold italics and internal monologue in normal italics.
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“You know, this technically means you’ve been inside Jane,” Rich said thoughtfully.
“What?” Patterson looked up from her computer screen, giving him a blank stare.
“That’s pretty intimate. Putting your finger inside someone. Just sayin’.” Rich sipped his coffee with a smirk.
With an incredulous look, Patterson demanded, “What is wrong with you? It was a horrible experience for both of us. Why are you trying to make this into a sex thing?”
“I mean, I’ve had sex that was a horrible experience for both of us, so…” He sighed when she looked unamused. “Okay, I was just trying to make you laugh. Ever since the surgery, you’ve looked kinda grim.”
“We only just got confirmation that Kurt is safe, and we don’t know yet if he broke and gave up our location. I have reasons to feel grim.”
Perceptive as always, Rich added, “And it freaked you out to literally have Jane’s life in your hands.”
Patterson finished typing and turned around to face him. “Okay. Yes. That was terrifying. She was awake, and I was hurting her, and at one point I slipped with the forceps and dropped the bullet, and Jane made this awful noise, and I’m gonna have nightmares about it.”
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I'm definitely older than 30 and have still fun on tumblr😊
Reblog if you’re 30 or older
This is an experiment to see if there really are as few of us as people think.You can also use this to freak out your followers who think you’re 25 or something. Yay!
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To all European fans of @sullygram77 who receive arte channel: Thursday starts "After the verdict" 🤗🤗 with 3 episodes at 9.35 pm!! I'm so happy 😀😀!!
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Two month season 5 time jump headcanon:
Jane kept a sketchbook where she drew her favorite memories of her and Kurt. Ok it’s mostly Kurt’s face.
Also before they split up, Kurt had Jane draw a picture of herself for him to keep with him. She agreed, of course, but what she drew was a picture of the both of them.
“Because there’s no me without you,” she said as she kissed him softly after giving it to him.
She offered to do a quick sketch of Bee, but he smiled sadly and pulled out of his pocket the drawing Bee had made before she left with Allie.
Somehow it had survived the jumping out of the plane and the museum raid and the drone attack.
Jane smiles and said, “that’s better than anything I would’ve done.”
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