{Jeller} Like A Secret Or Sin (One-Shot)

Stained Glass Eyes & Colourful Tears

OMG that mid-season finale! Please, no. No love triangles. This show has taken over all other shows I watch, becoming my favourite. I love this show, and I swear to hell, if a love triangle forms with Jane, Kurt and Oscar I will flip major shitballz. I hate love triangles. This will also be posted to my new fanfiction.net account: beeurownhero

With a count of 2708 words:

"I wanna taste you again, like a secret or a sin."

He leans down, inching closer towards her. His features are defined, decent looking. If it weren't for Kurt invading her every thought she may have found him attractive, been attracted to him. She clearly did back when she was Taylor, they were engaged after all. But Taylor is not who she is anymore. She is Jane. She may have the muscle memory of Taylor Shaw, and she may don the same personality traits, but she is no longer her. She is Jane. Jane Doe.

She is a badass consultant for the FBI, she is the lost girl that found home in the embrace of Special Agent Kurt Weller. Jane kissed him, kissed the man that has seen her for nothing but perfect, embraced all of her flaws, loving them, the man that has held her close when she needed it and kept his distance when she needed space.

It's a stupid thing to do, she knows, but she can't help herself comparing her recent kiss with Weller to the memories of a kiss with the man crouching in front of her.

The man that the other her called Oscar. The other her said to trust him, but Jane isn't Taylor. How can she trust him? He was someone that had something to do with applying all those tattoos to her, Jane's, body.

"Who are you?" Her voice is croaky and rough like glass on her throat from breathing in the object of the torture. Her eyes flick to his hands as he moves with a blade. Panic courses through her entire being, her mind conjuring up all the worst-case possible scenarios.

"Oscar," he sighed. The rope tears apart as he unbinds her feet. "You would know that if you listened to your video."

"That person is not me, I am not Taylor. I became somebody else when I emerged from that duffel bag in Times Square."

He cuts her hands free silently. Allowing everything to sink in.

You did this.
The mission is going as planned.
Kurt Weller.
Oscar.
You did this.

He takes a step back, giving her the room to stand from where she lay. It seems to be an abandoned warehouse or building of sorts. There are multiple concrete pillars, and the cemented floor looks dirty with wear. This Oscar still holds the blade in his hand, and panic flashes through her again. Obviously the old her, Taylor, had her reasons for trusting him, and obviously if he were not trustworthy she would not have told herself to trust him, well this version of her. Jane.

Instinct takes over, and for a second she forgets everything. She forgets the video to Jane from Taylor, she forgets how close both her and Oscar were - or at least from what she could tell in her barely there flashes of memories - before everything. And for a second she forgets how Kurt's lips felt, moving tenderly against her own, and the fact that he smelled like the honeydew shampoo she had caught a glimpse of in his bathroom one time. He didn't have much hair to work with, so he never bought his own, just borrowed his sister's from time to time.

Her right hand flies to the inside of his wrist and her left to the outside of his hand, using brute force in a quick motion to disarm him of the blade. Her open palms make a slapping sound against the flesh of his limb, and the knife clatters to the concrete.