Jessica Jones Fanfiction

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"I have to go" Jessica said pulling back on her jeans.

"Okay. See you later then?" Oscar said holding onto her arm before pulling her back and kissing her.

They kissed over and over then Jessica pulled away from him and left.

Back at her apartment she kicked open the door to find someone sitting in her chair.

"You picked the wrong house to break into asshole" Jessica launched for the chair.

"Well, Well, Well, Welcome home Jessica" The guy turned around in the chair and grinned. It was Killgrave.

"You have to stop this" Jessica whispered to herself.

"I'll see you soon" Killgrave said before he vanished. Jessica shuddered at the very thought.

"Like hell I will" She said kicking where he was sat.

Jessica went to her cabinet and grabbed a glass and poured herself another large whiskey. She downed it and checked her phone again. Still nothing from Malcom. She was happy ish though that there were no new from Trish. At the moment she couldn't stand her. To quote her. 'When I look at you all I see is the person who killed my mother'.

Jessica went for a walk and found herself back at the fair where Trish shot her mother. She walked up to the boy and got in a cart on the Ferris wheel. At the top she could feel herself crying. Wiping away her burning tears she threw herself off the side and puked.

"Shit. Sorry" She called out to the people down below. Once back on the floor she got off. She needed something to do. But what was the question. So Jessica went to Gerry Hogarth to see if there was any cases.

In Gerry's building she made her way to the lift. Pushing the button six times the door finally opened. Inside the lift was Malcom. The way up to the twelfth floor was awkward. Both of them looked at each other but neither spoke.

"You cut your hair?" Jessica finally said at the lift pinged 'Tenth floor'

"Yeah, Look Jessica, What are you doing here?" Malcom said rubbing his neck.

"I'm meeting Gerry for a case" She lied.

"I know that's not true" Malcom said.

"What?" Jessica was surprized.

"I work with her now. I know you don't have a meeting"

The lift pinged 'Eleventh floor'

"Your working for Hogarth?"

"Actually I'm working for Pryce Cheng"

"Pryce? How could you work for that dick wad, douche bag?"

"You fired me remember, so what does it matter"

"you quit remember but Your right. it doesn't. Goodbye Malcom"

The lift pinged 'Twelfth floor' but the door wouldn't open so Jessica opened it with her strength. Once the door opened she left and headed straight down the stairs.

Back outside Jessica was approached buy two people. She flipped one over her shoulder and he hit the floor with a grunt.

"What do you want?" Jessica demanded.

"Are you Jessica Jones?" The guy on the floor whined.

"Depends. Who wants to know"

"WE have a message for you. It's from someone called Killgrave"