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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 staring into her eyes, ready to press her again, but then he sighs heavily, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again. And then he doesn't say another word, he just keeps rubbing her forehead, trying to soothe her headache away. Maybe it's the one thing he can actually do for her since he's been unhelpful with everything else. ]

[She's so grateful when he lets it go, and she closes her eyes too.]

Thank you.

[The rubbing does feel good, it helps. After about an hour though, she pushes herself up in bed a little, then stands because she simply needs to get up, back aching. And then she helps herself to his wet bar, grabbing a bottle of scotch and not bothering with glasses before crawling back into bed. This probably isn't healthy, but she can't think to want anything else right now.]

[ No, it's not healthy, but he doesn't want to say anything against her, doesn't want to take something away if it's what she needs right now. ]

[Jane opens the bottle and drinks until her throat burns and she feels like she's going to throw up, then puts the bottle down and closes her eyes. She feels guilty for not telling him, she'll feel guilty for telling him.

But she doesn't love Alex.]

Alex. It was Alex.

[ He doesn't understand why she's doing this to herself, and she's bound to make herself sick, but he's no help in being able to offer any alternative. Maybe it's easier for her to just drink rather than face dealing with life. When she tells him who did it, his jaw tenses and he takes a deep breath. He gives her a little nod. ]

Okay.

[She doesn't drink to excess, just to numb, then puts the bottle down.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I don't...know what to do. What do you do when you die?

[She knows he can't answer that question for her. She knows she's making him feel more helpless with every day that passes. But she doesn't know what to do to help them both.]

[ He assumes that her mentioning Alex's name now is implicit permission for him to go after him. And he will. He plans to make him pay for this. But right now, his focus is Jane. He'll go after Alex soon.

It's late at night, too late to really do anything, but Kurt puts the bottle aside and pulls her close. ]

Tomorrow you're gonna get out of bed. We both are. Because laying here isn't helping anything.

[She didn't tell Kurt and assume he'd sit on it.]

You're coming with me? You won't leave me.

[It's a statement at the end. She knows he won't leave her.]

I'm never leaving you.

[ He cradles her face between his hands, kissing her forehead tenderly. ]

But you need to rest. [ She hasn't been sleeping much and when she does, she doesn't sleep well, so she needs to sleep when she can. ]

[Jane presses her forehead to Kurt's, holding onto him tightly, cradling his face and closing her eyes. She really is so tired, and she clings to him, holding him. The alcohol does its job though, the amount of it pulling her into sleep.]

[ 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. ]

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? ]