The electricity in the air dissipated and the two women both slumped to the floor. Shaking from my jolt, I caught Jane just before her head hit the ground. Her eyes were open, but they stared ahead, blank and unmoving.
“Jane?” I said, worried. “Come on back to me. We’ve still got a lot of arguing to get on with in our lives and I can’t have it be all one-sided. C’mon now …”
I hugged her to me and felt her gasp in a deep breath. She started to sob.
“Where were ya just now?” I said, laughing a little with relief. “You were looking a little Voldemort around the gills there for a minute. We should probably talk about that.”
“I’m sorry,” Jane said, repeating it over and over, rocking back and forth in my arms as we sat there on the floor. “I couldn’t stop myself. I’m sorry … I’m sorry … I didn’t kill her, did I?”
I turned to check on Mina, but was surprised to see she wasn’t lying there anymore. And once again
The Scream
was gone also.
“I think she’s going to be just fine,” I said.
The sun was just starting to set as the two of us, shaken, exited through the back-alley door that had led to the underground section of the Guggenheim. I was having trouble just walking. With so much raw electricity in that last blast, I was kitten-weak and had to rely on Jane to help me walk, making this quite possibly the slowest escape ever.
“I think we need to call downtown and let the Department in on what happened here today,” I said. “Connor’s going to go ballistic, but at least I can report that I wasn’t wholly wrong about there being vampires, or rather
a
vampire, in New York City. That should ease a little of the tension between the two of us.”
I reached for my cell phone in the inside pocket of my jacket, but when I pulled it out, it was melted, the same as the last one.
“Fuck,” I said, dropping it. The now-hardened plastic blob of my ex-phone shattered as it hit the sidewalk.
“Use mine,” Jane said. She reached into her pocket, but hers had also melted. “Looks like we’ll have to tell the Department in person.”
“Just let me catch my breath for a second,” I said. “Okay?”
Jane nodded and led me to safety across
“Simon?” she said, still looking a little evil around the gills. “What the hell?”
“I’m not going in there,” I said. “There’s just too many paranormal thingies in there, stuff that I don’t want to encounter in this state, thank you very much. Strange lights in the forest, bronze attack crabs, ghost scientists …”
“Suit yourself,” Jane said. Her voice was short, and with little gentility she dropped me onto a bench along the exterior wall of the park. “You’ll have to tell me all about those sometime.”
I hissed in a breath of air from the impact of my body on the bench. Jane started walking off.
“Jane,” I shouted. “Where are you going?”
She stopped, but didn’t turn around.
“I have to go,” she said, her voice cracking and uneven.
“You’re just going to leave me here?” I said, incredulous.
Jane spun around, a conflicted look on her face.
“Do you want to end up dead?” she said. “Did you not see me in there? Then let me go. I almost killed you. I almost killed both of you.”
I waved her over and patted the empty spot on the bench next to me. With some reluctance, Jane came over and sat down.
“You were trying to save me and yourself. You were fighting for your life.”
“I’m so not used to that sort of thing from my days working for the Sectarian Defense League,” Jane said. “We had minions to do our fighting for us.”
“Yeah, well, doing good means that you have to get your hands a little dirtier and not put other people in harm’s way as much.”
Jane shook her head. “I don’t think that was good I was doing,” she said, very somber. “I was out of control. I tried something like that before when I barely even knew what technomancy was, and all it caused was little more than an electric spark.”
“Well, that one was a lot more than a spark, Jane,” I said, holding up my wrists. The Mummy Fingers that had been wrapped around them were crisped up from the last blast of her power. When I flexed my hands, what remained of the bandages crackled apart and fell to the sidewalk in a shower of burnt flakes.
“I know,” she said. “I’ve just been feeling strange lately.”
“How?”
“All this misguided jealousy of yours and the fights we’ve been having … When I’ve been working in the Black Stacks in the bookstore, it feels like somehow the books have been talking to me, whispering about all my fears. Then when I showed up and saw Mina there with you, something snapped inside me. It’s like all of it just fed into that spell I cast. I was electrocuting her and I couldn’t stop myself. The horrible part is that I didn’t want to.”
“You
have
been acting a little season-six Willow on me lately,” I said, hoping to lessen the gravity of her words.
Jane’s mood didn’t lighten.
“I almost killed her,” she said, “and you.”
“But you
didn’t
,” I said. “That’s the difference.”
“What’s wrong with me?” she said. She balled her fists up and started pounding them on her knees. “Is this what I left Kansas for? To become this?”
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “Nothing that can’t be handled with a little time off from the Black Stacks, anyway. There’s a lot we don’t know about them, and from what you just said, I don’t think they play fair when they have access to someone nice like you. If there’s anything wrong, it’s with us, our relationship, but I want to fix that.”
Jane nodded, unable to speak. I pulled her to me and hugged her while people passed us by, staring. I didn’t care.
When Jane finally pulled away, she spoke. “Simon, I hate that I even have to say this so bluntly, but it should be pretty obvious by now. I’m not interested in Thaddeus Wesker. He’s my boss. That’s it.”
I stiffened a little at the change in conversation.
“But the night you met Mina, she said you acted like you had something of your own to hide. She had me convinced that maybe something
was
going on.”
“She was
playing you
, Simon,” Jane said, putting her hand on my forehead in the universal symbol of
duh.
“The reason I didn’t start acting all jealous was because I’m not clingy like that and I
trust you
. God knows why, given all this …”
I welcomed the coolness of Jane’s hand against my forehead. Just her touch was enough to calm me. After several seconds that I wished could have lasted forever, Jane pulled her hand off my head and stood, then paced away before turning back to me. Her face was too calm.
“I don’t know what you want me to make of all this, Simon,” Jane said, her voice a whisper. “I really don’t.”
“What does that mean?”
“You get all jealous because I’m around Director Wesker, you know, just doing my job, when
I’m
the one who has every right to be jealous.”
“Of what?”
Jane looked at me, tears finally forming at the corners of her eyes and she shook her head at me.
“Of Mina, you idiot,” she said, her voice cracking. Tears started flowing down her face. “Are you really that dense? Your little hot redheaded friend shows up in town and suddenly you start acting funny: sneaking around, picking fights with me, and just the other night you actually hung up on me when I clearly heard her in the background. How do you think all that makes a girl feel?”
“There were zombies coming! I had to hang up!” I said, hoping that covered any further need for explanation.
“But why couldn’t you tell me that?” Jane shouted, her face a mask of disbelief. “If anyone in this town would have understood zombies as an explanation, don’t you think it would be me? For heaven’s sake, did you forget that I used to temp around dozens of them?”
“I wasn’t keeping it from you because there was something going on with Mina,” I said. “I mean, there was something going on, but not anything pervy between the two of us.”
Jane gave me a give-me-a-break kind of look. If the roles were reversed, would I have believed
her
right away if a hot male friend of Jane’s showed up in town and she started acting funny? Probably not.
“Look,” I said, taking my time and trying to be clear. “Mina’s from a part of my past, a part I’m not terribly proud of. When she showed up out of nowhere, I didn’t know what to do. It looked like all she wanted was my help with something and then she’d be back out of my life for good. I didn’t want her to know anything about my life now, because Mina’s the type of person who’d taint it, who’d use it to her advantage if she could. So I tried to hide all the great things in my life from her … namely you, Jane. I figured if I just did what she asked before she caused any real trouble, I’d be done with her.”
Jane softened and then gave a wry smile. “Well,
that
really seems to have worked out for you.”
I nodded, smiling back. “I forgot that no matter what, Mina has a way of corrupting things,” I said. “I’m sorry it took near death and zombies to bring it out. I’m sorry I didn’t come clean sooner.”
“Maybe I have been spending a little too much time with Wesker,” Jane offered, “and the Stacks. Probably not the best idea to be working there right now until I learn to control my deep-frying.”
“Why don’t you talk to the Enchancellors about reassigning you,” I said, “for now? At least until you get more control over your technomancy.”
Jane nodded in acceptance and I felt a tremendous weight lift off my shoulders.
“So what about us?” she asked.
I thought about it a minute before I said anything. It was too important to just rush into an answer. “Honestly, I think we make shitty single people, and I think when you suggested some time apart, it was the worst idea you’ve ever had,” I said.
Jane looked surprised. “Really?”
“Really,” I said, nodding. “I think we should be closer, more open and honest. I know I don’t have a lot of experience with that or with relationships that last more than a few weeks, but I know I want to work on it with you. Look how we both get when we’re apart. I make stupid mistakes that get me captured by Cyrus and Mina, and you get all Black Magic Woman.”
“We balance each other out,” Jane said. “I like the sound of that.”
“It’s very Zen of us,” I said. “We’re cool like that.”
“Look,” Jane said. “I don’t know if we’re really good together at this point.”
“We are—” I started to say, but she stopped me.
“
But
I do know that with all these outside influences tugging at us, if we keep ourselves together as a core, we’ll be okay.”
I pulled her close to me again, and this time I kissed her. A shock of electricity jumped between us as we touched, and she jumped, laughing nervously through the kiss.
“So, what now?” she said when we pulled apart. “Back to the Department?”
I nodded.
Jane got up to hail a cab, but my ear caught a distant but familiar sound and I stopped her.
“Easy,” I said, making a pained effort to stand. My body ached with the events of the last hour. “I’m in no condition to rush, and I doubt Cyrus will come out of hiding to pack that freak show up before we get back here with the cavalry.”
“True enough,” she said. “What do you suggest?”
“Well,” I said, “I’d love nothing more than to go home and catch a Buffy marathon, but let’s face it: the paperwork for both of us on this incident is already filling me with dread. I think we should treat ourselves to a little us time while heading back downtown.”
The familiar sound was closer now and Jane heard it, too. She turned toward the clip-clop of a horse as one of the carriages from
Her eyes lit up.
“I do believe there’s hope for quelling the dark bits in you yet,” I said, and fished out my wallet. “Seems like not everything got destroyed in our encounter.”