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"i remember. i did die. i was dead."

"how-"

"let me finish," she snapped. "sorry, um, i was clinically dead for ten minutes until they revived me. i don't know how i survived, but i did."

"you're a living breathing miracle," mike whispered. jane sighed.

"i prefer jane now, now that i know. i don't want to be called eleven because eleven did die. she died in that hospital room the moment she was shot."

"how- how do you know eleven was shot?"

"what?" jane blurted, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrow.

"i never said she was shot," mike continued, narrowing his eyes.

"there were guns, and i'm pretty sure that i remember-" jane spluttered and widened her eyes.

"you're not eleven."

"you're right that i'm not eleven," jane exclaimed. she looked frustrated, and mike was too. he missed the days when it was simple and easy, where the only hard part of his day was deciding which quote he wrote in the bathroom stall.

"no, you're not eleven because eleven wasn't shot, and eleven would know that."

jane fell silent, nervously and almost guiltily glancing away from him. she sighed, running her hands through her hair. it was as if she flipped a switch, and suddenly, she changed. her eyes flashed cold. the usually kind and caring warmth was gone.

with a collected and calculating smile, she stepped up to him, touching the side of his face with her hand. mike inhaled sharply and watched her carefully. she trailed her hand down to his shoulder and placed her hand over his beating heart.

"do you think you know who i am?" jane calmly asked. her fingers were light against his chest. his heart was beating faster, and she lightly laughed.

what the hell was she doing?

"i know you're not eleven," mike managed to get out. jane smirked. she knew what she was doing. mike had a feeling she was smarter than she acted and looked.

"you don't know me because the girl you believe lives in this body is not eleven. it's jane ives, a completely different person from eleven byers." jane pressed her lips to mike's cheek, slipping away from him silently.

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