Some Things Never Change

Chapter I: Subway train to take or lose

Disclaimer: I do not write for profit and I do not own anything or any of the characters, even the ideas this time started from a brilliant prompt of Ecate EFP (together with other prompts of the Challenge 'Blossom By Blossom', which however I will mention at the end of the story, because it would spoil too much

Setting: Somewhere in episode 2x10 'AKA Pork chop', so it would help more to know the second season, but if at least you know the wonderful 2x11 'AKA Three lives and counting' you can understand what is going on.

Not betaed: please forgive my not so perfect English, I always try so hard ^^'

This story partecipates to this challenge: #BLOSSOM BY BLOSSOM - THE SPRING BEGINS! @Non solo Sherlock - gruppo eventi multifandom FB

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Chapter I: Subway train to take or lose

Jessica had finally reached an agreement.
Her mother's confessions in exchange for Dr. Malus' freedom
This would have allowed the woman not to be transferred to the RAFT.
No more isolation.
No more alienating life.
Jessica could have continued to see her mother during prison visits.
She would have maintained a bond, no matter how feeble it was, a bond, nonetheless.
She wasn't going to lose her.

Jessica no longer intended to lose other people.
The last one had hurt her too much.
Of course, when he was alive he had turned the girl's life into real hell, but now that he was dead ... maybe it was even worse.
At least the first time, when she believed that the impact with that bus had killed him, she continued to perceive his presence, to be distressed, she saw him, heard him speak to her, sometimes even felt his physical touch; as if it wasn't over yet, as if she knew deep down that there were still some unresolved issues.

On the other hand, Jessica hadn't suffered from those ailments for months now: not a nightmare that made her wake up with palpitations and a cold sweat in the middle of the night, not even the slightest visual or auditory hallucination, not a semblance of purple around her .
An issue resolved forever, with her own hands.

To the outside eye it might seem that Jessica was healed, that she was fine.
Jessica was not feeling well at all, least of all since she had unwittingly created a reputation as a 'Vigilante' around her.
She still remembered that woman who had hired her not so much to investigate her unfaithful companion but ... to kill him.
Did people really think that about her?
That night at the docks had drastically changed her life and Jessica was no longer so sure it had changed for the better.

Suddenly she thought of one of those silly cheesy films, Stirling had insisted on watching it with her, he had always been the most romantic of the two.
Stirling, another clear example of how nice guys were never her match.
She could not even explain why her memory had evoked such a distant story, albeit very important, perhaps for the content of that memory.

In that film it was highlighted how a simple different detail, such as taking the subway train in time or losing it and waiting for the next one, could make a difference.

Jessica had often wondered over the last few months about her 'subway train' to take or lose: and if during her 'reformatting of Killgrave' plan she had believed fully in him, had given him a chance, had helped him if not to to become a hero at least to stop being a threat to others?
What if they never met? He wouldn't have been obsessed with her and avoided those death trails to get to her.