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Teach me how to never mind	By : JessiKillyLover Category: Marvel Verse TV > no category yet Views: 958 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the 'Jessica Jones' characters (and this is sad) And I'm not making money out of it.

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Waahhhh, thank you, Gamoraishot, for asing about this story, I was sure no one cared ^^'
here's the end (a sequel is in my plans, just not too soon) ;), thanks for your time , hope you'll like it
Summary:
The end... or rather a new beginning?
Chapter III (II): AKA Torture

When Killgrave and Jessica are back they find a soldier in pain, with a useless hand.

“Now you’re going to tell us all the names in the IGH and in the army, all those sons of bitch we have to stop, no matter if we have to scour the whole fucking planet!” Jessica spurs him to talk, ripping his shirt open and breaking even his T-shirt in the process, so that his bare, very muscular chest can be exposed.

Killgrave at first seems to be jealous, but when he sees her drawing out the dagger she had previously stuck into the blond’s right tight he figures anything out and sneers in anticipation.

“And you’re going to cut your chest, slowly and deeply, every time you tell us a name,” she adds, mercilessly, placing the dagger in the hand the soldier can still use.

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After about thirty names that Jessica wrote down on her phone and a large pool of blood that is growing larger and larger, Jessica and Killgrave decide they can move to the final step.

Jessica drags with her a Will Simpson who can barely walk towards the elevator, until they reach the sixth and last floor, where there’s a terrace.

She draws the spiked mace out of his left thigh, making the policeman scream in pain once more.

“So, you fucking bastard, you recall how everything started, don’t you? It started with you wanting to throw yourself off a ledge. I find somehow poetic to end it in the same way,” Jessica states, as she stares at the sheer.

It’s high enough to cause him a permanent and mostly deadly damage.

Simpson doesn’t utter a single word, but his face is a pure mask of pain and terror.

“Jessica, are you sure you don’t want me to do that? So this won’t weight on your conscience. You know that mine is more selective!” Killgrave shrugs, stealing a smile from the girl.

“Thank you for your kind concern, but, trust me, this won’t be a weight on my conscience, this will be only a oh-so-pleasant memory,” she winks at the persuasor, before giving Simpson the last and terrible order.

“Lean out the terrace, until you’ll lose your balance and fall down.”

The soldier’s balance is very precarious and Jessica enjoys every moment of that falling especially the deadly impact with the ground.

“And this time, please, stay dead!” she growls from the terrace, recalling how he managed to survive to an explosion. “I like only someone else's unexpected returns!” she smiles, walking towards Killgrave and kissing him.

“I don’t think it will take much time for the army to find both his corpse and the policewoman’s one, two excellent business cards to let them know we are on their trail,” Kevin states, as they leave the building. “Do you know what it means? They’ll run away, they’ll try to hide.”

“And we’ll hunt them down, one by one, if there’s one thing I’m fucking good at it’s at finding people.” she assures, with a smirk. “I just hope Luke won't stand in the way and leave us alone. He meant a lot to me, so it would upset me to eliminate him.”

“As if it was a piece of cake! You know, before we got close again, this time forever, I hope,” he pauses, caressing her face. “I was planning to turn him against you.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you!” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

She’s not even surprised if he knows about Luke. Killgrave always knows everything about her.

“The point is that I’m afraid he is much stronger than you.” he points out.

“He may even be super strong or resistant, but locked in a room without water and food for days, I’d really like to see how super strength can help him. Only his skin is indestructible, not his vital organs. He would die just like any other poor human being.” she plots, coldly.

“Oh my God, Jess, it can’t be you talking!” Kevin stares at her, shocked.

“The Jessica you used to know is dead.” she declares, seriously.

“I’ve loved her as much as I love this new Jessica. Probably I would love her even more if the feeling was mutual…” he murmurs, tilting his head to study her better.

The girl smiles at him, but she doesn’t say anything and keeps walking.

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The morning after, Kevin wakes up in a definitely better way.
During the night, Jessica thanked him properly for what he did for her and now she’s still there, sleeping, not far from him.
He doesn’t hesitate to let his hand slide between her legs.
She purrs happily, so his caresses become more demanding and she unawarely squeeze her thighs around his hand.
Kevin’s hand slides under her slips, the only undergarment she still wears, he teases her with two fingers and she moans even more happily than before, but still in her sleep.
Encouraged by her reaction, Kevin inserts even a third finger.

“Oh, yess, yess, don’t stop… Luke!” is the answer he receives.

Kevin is going to be furious about it, but then he notices that Jessica’s eyes now are open and she’s challenging him with a smirk, very proud of her naughty little joke.

“You’ve become oh-so-evil, someone should punish you properly!” Kevin ‘threatens’ the girl, before jumping on her.

She chuckles at first, but then pushes him away.

“No matter how much I would like it, we can’t. Today there’s something too important and we have just one hour to get ready.” she jumps off the bed.

Kevin knows what she’s talking about. The night before, Jessica has received a text message from Dorothy: Trish’s funeral will take place that afternoon.

And Jessica decided that Kevin must be there as well, with all the proper precautions.

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As it was easy to guess, Trish’s mother went big and more than a funeral it looks like one of those shows for fundraising.
Among poetry, songs, dancing and a touching sermon, everyone gives their last goodbye to Trish.
For strange coincidence, the former speaker was wearing just the cocktail dress Jessica saw in her dream.

The detective patiently waits until even the last person leaves the graveyard, caressing the picture of Trish on her tombstone.

“Hi, Trish, I know that somewhat you can see me and hear me, so you may already know it, but I wanted to let you know that I succeeded, that asshole paid for what he did to you in every possible painful way. I’ve done that as you asked me to, your death has been avenged. Now I’ll have to leave the town, I don’t know how long I’ll be away. Killgrave and I have some work to do. We won’t stop until even the last shried of IGH and the army won’t be eliminated… but probably you may already know that, too. Save a spot for me there where you are now, because one day we’ll meet again. I love you, my sister, I always will.” she greets her with some tears falling at the last part.

“Hey, baby, I know it’s hard, but you’re not alone. I’m with you. I’ll be with you forever.” Kevin murmurs, wiping her eyes. “Your speech was beautiful, but… why do you have the feeling that she already knew everything? And that she wanted that revenge?”

“Because she really did. The first night I spent at your place, Trish appeared in my dream. I’m not saying I dreamed about her, it was the real Trish, you must believe me. And she wanted all of this. In a certain way she also gave us her blessing, you know?” Jessica makes him smile, but then she frowns. “I really wonder why. After all, you’ve tried to kill her, she told me what you ordered her to do once you broke free from that cage.

“I imagined she had told you that, what you don’t know is that I had already counted all the shots, including the one in my arm, when I gave her my command I knew for sure the gun was empty. I just wanted to mess with her head a little bit. If you recall correctly, I didn’t say ‘Shot yourself.’to her, I said ‘Put a bullet on your skull,’ I knew that you would have worked around the sense of my words to save her.” he explains.

“Probably she must have figured it out as well,” Jessica calms down, taking him by the hand as they walk away. “See? It worked when you asked everyone to ignore you were there today.”

“Yeah… and about in twenty four hours they’ll realise I was there with you, they’ll start asking themselves questions but you and I will be already far away.” he smiles at her. “Come, my darling, our boat is waiting for us.”

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Kevin and Jessica are sipping an amazing red wine, sitting in the stern, as they can see the New York skyline fading more and more in the dark of the night.

“So, in summary, the first time I killed under your control, with my powers. Yesterday I killed willingly, but using your power. Next time I’ll have to do that without your control and using my powers!” she breaks their silence.

“Can’t wait to see you in action!” he winks at her, raising his glass.

“You were right.” Jessica resumes talking.

“About what?” he frowns at her, puzzled.

“That night, before that bus hit you, you had just told me ‘Take care of her.’, not ‘Kill her.’. I did it, on my own, probably because, deep inside, a part of me wanted to do that. The darkest part of me. The one you made surface.”

Killgrave puts both of his hands on her shoulder, staring proudly at her.

“See? You already had it in you, pet.”

“Kevin?”

“Yes?”

“You were right about something else: I love you.”

The persuader’s face lights up with pure joy and he shows her the most ecstatic beam ever.

“Probably the darkest part of me has less trouble admitting that!” she smiles, before kissing him deeply.

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“Jessica! C’mon, it’s late, we’ve got to go.” Kevin knocks at the closed door of the bathroom, where she’s getting ready.

“How can it be late? It’s eleven o’ clock, you said we must be at the sauna on Midday.” she grumbles from the other side.

Jessica kept her word. She’s really good at finding people.
In three days, with some accesses at the bank records and some check at the tax receipts, she figured out that Miklos Kozlov, the doctor who gave the pills to the supersoldiers, which is also the right arm of IGH, took shelter in Canada, at the Fairmont Pacific Rim, a luxury resort.

Jessica and Killgrave didn’t waste time and found a room there for them, too.

“Yes, the receptionist told me that the doctor always goes there every single day at Midday,” Kevin explains. “But you are a woman, which means you could go out of that bathroom at two o’ clock p.m.!” He makes fun of her.

“Ah-ah, very funny, but I’m fucking not like the other women!” she strikes back, opening the door.

Kevin watches her bewitched, going towards her.

“You’re right, you’re not like the other women, you are my Princess,” he caresses her face, smiling at her. “And you’re such a vision, even more than usual!”

“I just feel ridiculous, I want my ripped jeans and my hoodies!” she complains.

She’s wearing a black, tight dress with the cleavage covered in lace. She has black Jimmy Choo high-heeled shoes, but she can walk like a top model.

Not to make people recognize them, Jessica chose a way more elegant style, as Killgrave has abandoned his fine workmanship suits, for a more casual look, that can characterize him less.

“About you, love, you look absolutely stunning. Enough with the English elegant dandy!” she approves, kissing him.

“Ah, my darling, don’t get used to that. After our mission, I’m going to burn all these mediocre clothes!” he grumbles, staring at his own reflection in the mirror, in his blue jeans, sneakers, black jacket and a funny T-shirt. “Besides, deep inside, you like the English elegant dandy me!” he sticks his tongue out at her.

“I like you with every look, always.” she winks at him, kissing him again.

“Oh well, we’ve got plenty of time, after all, we could have half an hour to…” he hints, pointing with his look at the unmade bed.

“And bother myself to wear again this oh so uncomfortable dress and these nightmarish shoes? Forget it!” she snaps, dragging him outside the bedroom.

They both wear their sunglasses, a further device to disguise themselves.

“Okay, let’s go, we’ll find something to spend the time until zero hour.”

“Maybe I can do some research to find another of those bastards!” she growls.

“Jess, you’re such a workaholic!” he chuckles, taking her by the hand as they walk through the Hall. “I was thinking more about having a drink or two, poolside, just the ideal before a homicide!” he whispers at her ear, not to make someone else hear them… although Killgrave would perfectly know what to do in the opposite case.

“Mm, you do know me, love!” she approves, smiling. “Let’s go have some fun!” she walks away with him, both ready to strike.

Boh beautiful, in love with each other and … lethal.

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