No Way Out(A Jerome Valeska Fanfiction)

Never Say Never

Hello, me again. Personally I think this story is absolutely terrible but it's really fun to write so...here I am, bothering you with it. Sorry. So we got some angstyness in this one. Jerome's got issues and you need a hug...as long as it's not from him. 

Fair warning, I'm really confused about the time-line of this episode, it's been two years since I've seen this episode in full so I'm sorry if something is mixed up about the order of events, I'm mainly just confused about how long this case took (I think it took two days?) and when they found the hatchet(was it that night or...?) and that kind of thing. Again, I'm sorry if anything is wrong with it, usually I'd do my research to make sure it's as accurate as possible but I recently got rid of the only thing I used to watch it so I can't re-watch it. I've been watching a lot YouTube videos mainly to figure this thing out. Everything else from seasons 2-4 in my memory is pretty clear though, at least regarding Jerome, so it's mainly just this episode that I have trouble with. 

Warning: Violence, angst, and brief mentions of child abuse

You had eventually convinced your Aunt and Jim to let you come down to the Precinct with them, telling them that you and Jerome were friends and you wanted to be there for him in this hard time. They didn't want to let you come, you were already emotionally invested in this case, but you wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. 

So here you are, at the precinct, waiting to be told to do something. You tapped your fingers on your knees and chewed on the inside of your bottom lip. Anxiety was gnawing at you and was well on its way to swallowing you up entirely. You had seen a dead body today...that wasn't something you were exactly used to. 

Questions flew through your mind of why someone would do this, who did it, and things the like. However it was worry that took full control of clouding your brain so much so that you couldn't think straight. Worry for Jerome, worry about the killer still being out there, worry that maybe they would come after your new friend next. 

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands as you stared at the tiled ground. Why did this have to happen? This wasn't how you wanted to spend the first day of your new life. Well...you wanted it to be exciting but not this. You'd kill whoever did this! Not literally...but you were very protective of the few friends you had. 

"Hey." a quiet voice interrupted your thoughts and you looked up. It was Jerome, and you jumped to your feet and hugged him, pulling away soon after, "Hey..." 

You took his arm and guided him to a seat, sitting down as you continued to hold his arm, "Come on, sit. I won't bite, promise." you smiled halfheartedly and he chuckled slightly, it wasn't real. The sheer falsity of it made your stomach twist and your heart clench. 

He sat beside you without saying anything, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together as he looked at the ground. There was nothing you could say...So you just put your arm around his shoulders and leaned against him, rubbing his arm gently, trying to be as comforting as you could. 

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and tell you he wasn't a baby. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy fooling you, but he hated being pitied. He'd be sure that after all this was over, you never pitied him again. If he stuck around anyway...hell, maybe he'd get caught. That'd be funny, but also annoying. 

He wanted to show you exactly what he was, watch you cower into a corner and shake like a leaf. Now that would be hilarious. After all your tears and attempts to make him feel better, to watch you crumble and regret feeling sorry for him, to show you how far 'compassion' gets you.