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Who: Jane Doe, Kurt Weller (closed) + an open section for YOU
Where: Around Genosha
When: Throughout the event
Rating: Ranging probably, will update as needed with any TWs.
Summary: Jane is a mutant, able to erase memories.
The Story:

first t w o d a y s - open

[Jane Doe is called such out of irony, really. She makes people forget, makes them the Janes and John Does of the world who know nothing of what happened to them, the secrets they've heard, the things they've done.

At least, that's how she's been told she should act. Eliminate human memories, take away everything until they're weak husks with no way to function on their own. Every now and then, to keep up appearances, she has to, she has no choice. But she hates it, she hates it every time, especially when there's an audience. She's supposed to feel superior, and instead, she feels like some twisted executioner, every time. And then, she went and fell in love with a human, making her life full of color against the dark shadows whenever they're together. They have to be careful, so careful. If they're ever caught together by anyone other than a human sympathizer, they'll both be killed.

During her days, she keeps to her own kind,the ones who bask in being a mutant, but at night, she finds the human sympathizers for a few hours before it's so late, she can sneak off to find Kurt without being noticed At least, she hopes.]

end of second day/beginning of t h i r d d a y - closed to Kurt Weller

[Jane remembers something tiny at first, something about...FBI. Something about a place called Wonderland. At first it's wisps of fragments of memories, and after being reunited with Kurt where he lives in Genosha, she tries to tell him, asks if he knows, if he remembers something that isn't supposed to be. She remembers a place not here, a dress, dancing with him, stolen kisses. But then she remembers a place that's even different from that; mirrors that mocked them somehow, a homecoming together on the floor of a gym.

She tries to tell him what she knows as they hold onto each other, clinging to every moment they have because one day, eventually, their meetings will become less as people get more violent. So, she shifts focus at times to simply kiss him, be with him, revel in his touch while she can.]

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[ He's glad she can sleep, that's all that matters. And he feels terrible for just laying around these past few days when he should have been up and moving around, dragging her out of this room. Tomorrow, he will. He'll be better for her. Tonight, he just holds her, not sleeping because she has so many nightmares and she needs him. ]

[Jane's sleep is restless, but she doesn't startle awake, not for a solid five hours. That's when the nothingness of her sleep ends, and she bolts upright, breathing hard, sweating as she swallows hard, one hand on Kurt's chest, over his heartbeat.]

[ He's awake, of course, expecting this and ready to comfort her. He reaches out to rake his fingers through her hair, just kissing her forehead and trying to soothe her in some way. ]

[Shifting, Jane positions herself with her head on his chest, swallowing hard. When she's calm again, she rubs a hand over her face and closes her eyes.]

You're not sleeping either.

[She only says it after she's calm and feels safe again.]

[ It's true, he's not, but it doesn't really matter. ]

I'm fine.

Eventually you have to sleep. Even for just...just a little while.

[It'll be physically impossible for him to stay awake without it being damaging.]

Please.

[It's still the middle of the night, and she cradles his cheek.]

Tomorrow night, we'll get something out of the closet to help us sleep. Okay?

No. Not when you need me.

[ He doesn't know how well anything from the closet will really work, but he worries that it could knock him out cold and leave her vulnerable. Everyone's body reacts differently. If she wakes in the middle of the night terrified, he can't help her. ]

[He smiles, and goes flush with sudden warmth. It's a rare, precious compliment for one of her kind of compliment one of his.]

That's very generous of you to say, Ma'am. Please, don't let me hold you up. I'm honored you've given me even this much time.

Eventually you have to sleep.

[The truth is, she's always going to need him. But he can't refuse sleep forever. It's not physically possible.]

[ He'll see how he feels tomorrow. Right now, they at least just need to get through tonight. ]

Try and get back to sleep. I'm right here, I've got you.

[ He pulls the blankets around her, completely enveloping her. ]

[Being this surrounded by him, the way he smells, the warmth of his arms; it all helps to soothe her. The only visible part of her is the top of her head - her face is pressing against his chest. It should be hot and uncomfortable, and maybe it is for him, but she only feels secure.

Jane does manage to sleep another four hours, and this time when she wakes up there's no flailing or screaming. Just a soft gasp as she jerks and opens her eyes.]

[ Kurt is right there, of course, and just strokes his hand up and down her arm, kissing her forehead when she seems to be fearful as she wakes. ]

I'm here.

I know. I know you are.

[The gratitude, love, and relief in her voice, is there, without a doubt. Her head lays against his shoulder and she takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.]

Take a shower with me?

[Through all of this, something she's realized she enjoys is the feel of the water washing over them, his arms around her, and the way their skin feels when its slick. There's nothing sexy about it, not right now, it's a tacit acknowledgment though when they're together, that it's good, and she can enjoy it.]

Yeah. Of course.

[ He gently helps her out of bed, gets them both undressed and into the shower. Like he did before, he washes her hair and skin for her, then wraps his arms around her, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder and the back of her head. He marvels at the fact that she can be alive like this, when she had been dead and gone, completely lifeless in his arms. He can't help the sudden surge of that horrible memory to the forefront of his mind, and he feels like he might be sick or pass out, or both. Closing his eyes tightly, he just takes deep breaths and tightens his hold on her. When he trusts himself to speak again, he clears his throat and speaks softly. ]

We should go walk on the beach. Get some fresh air.

[God, there's nothing that feels better than this, even through the haze of being terrified and coming to terms with what happened, she can't get enough of his arms engulfing her.

When he speaks, she tenses just a little, unsure. Her mind races with every possibility; would she be hurt again? Would someone attack her? Her heart begins beating faster at the thought of leaving this safe space, and her hands hold onto one of his arms tightly.]

I don't...I don't know what'll happen out there.

Nothing's gonna happen. I'm with you. I won't let anyone hurt you this time.

[ He knows the promise is a hollow one since he had failed to protect her already. What good is he now? ]

It wasn't your fault.

[She turns in his arms and reaches up, his face in her hands.]

You couldn't have known what was going to happen, Kurt. It wasn't your fault.

[ He remembers Taylor again now, remembers promising to always keep her safe, and failing her, too. But he does 't want this burden on Jane, his own issues to deal with in the fallout of her death. He can't stop seeing her lifeless, broken body, and it makes him sick. Covering her hands, he just nods a little. ]

[Jane presses her forehead to his, closing her eyes and taking one of his hands, pressing it flat to her chest so that he can feel her heart beating.

She wishes she could fix this for him. She wishes she could take away now, how much pain she knows he's in. But she can't. Even if she wanted to, she can't. Her own pain and fear is slowly fading, only to be replaced with aching for him.]

[ There's so much he wants to say but would never say to her. About how he sat there with her dead body for 24 hours, about how he laid on the ground with her, in a large pool of her blood. How he kept his clothes on for a whole day even though they were stained in her blood because it was her life. Her life stained on him.

But this isn't about him, he doesn't want it to be. This is about her pain and what she had to endure, and after a moment, he just methodically turns the shower off and helps her get dry and into clean clothing. ]

We need to go out now.

[She'd listen if he did, she would want to know. But she knows even on his best day, he's not a man of many words. She left him, though, even if it was only temporary, and that has to do something to a person. Still, she doesn't know how to navigate this and deal with her own trauma.

Jane picks a hoodie of his. It may be warm out, she doesn't know, but she wants the bulk of the fabric. From the closet she has a pair of jeans and she looks like she wants to be sick at the thought of going out, but she just nods, reaching for his hand, her own shaking slightly.]

[ He's so strong for her, never really letting on how much pain he's in. He's good at being strong for people. That's about all he's good at. He knows she's scared, but she's such a strong person and he knows that strength she has is still in there somewhere and she'll find it again. He clings to her hand tightly, kissing her knuckles and leading her out. ]

You can do this. You need to do this.

[Swallowing hard, she keeps her head down as they walk through the halls, not making eye contact with anyone. What if they see Alex? God, she can't right now, no matter what their friendship was or wasn't before, she can't see him now. Not right now.

Her heart feels like it might pound out of her chest, but she swallows hard, being brave before needing to stop for a second, flashing back not to the event, but to her own kidnapping. Leaning against the wall, her eyes are wide, not really focusing on Kurt, or anything, but she tries to talk.]

There was a room. When I was...when I was little. He put me in a room by myself but with glass. They could see me. I knew people could see me, but I...I couldn't see them.

[She feels like that now, like everyone's looking at her, even if they aren't.]

[ He feels like the last person she really needs right now because she almost seems to be on the verge of a panic attack and he's not equipped to help in any way. He wants her to see how strong she is, that there's nothing to be afraid of, but any progress will be hindered by flashbacks. He wishes Borden were here, he'd know what to say or do. Kurt feels helpless, other than to step a little closer and do what he did the last time she was like this. He just presses her hand to his chest. ]

It's just us, Jane. He's not here. The people who took you aren't here.

[Jane nods and focuses on his heart beating under her fingertips. It worked last time, it grounded her, and it does the same now. Instead of starting points though, it's something bigger than both of them. Now it's love, and she lets herself revel in the fact that he's doing all of this for her because he loves her.

When she's calmed down again, she clears her throat and slides her hand down to hold onto his.]

Sorry. I'm sorry, I'm okay. Let's...let's keep going.

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