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Watching Jane destroy the CIA agent in 2 seconds: one of the reasons Kurt Weller fell in love with Jane does not like to wear a tie.

For @blindspothiatusproject‘s Women’s Month.

Every Monday: Jane Doe appreciation day.

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Jane Appreciation Monday: Jane´s badassery (gifs previously posted)

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Blindspot Hiatus Project Challenge

Challenge 1: Favorite Female Main Character - Remi Briggs

The bitch is back.

(Blindspot Season 4)

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Blindspot Hiatus Project

Challenge 15: Favorite scene of the Blindspot men being in awe of the Blindspot women.

Decided to make a contribution to @blindspothiatusproject.

He is more like horrified, but good enough. 🤣

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Blindspot Hiatus Project

Day 18. Favorite Patterson Moment(s)/Scenes(s)

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Darkest Before the Dawn

Alright, here is chapter 2 of the fic. Angst, angst, angst, sorry guys. But it will get better, I promise :). One more chapter to go after this one. I am tagging this one for @blindspothiatusproject  prompt list B, namely the prompt “Dad?”

If you’d rather read this on FFN, the link is here.

Thanks again to @take2intotheshower​, @indelibleevidence​ and @i-am-out-of-my-vulcan-mind​ listening to me ramble about this, and for helping me get through writer’s black when it hit. I glove you!

Darkest Before the Dawn, Chapter 2

Kurt howled in pain, as Jane peeled away the dressing covering the burns on his shoulder. She had tried to soak them, but they still stuck to his skin. It was their third day in the cabin and the second time she had had to dress them after the medic had left. She hated that she had to add to his agony. “I’m sorry. I have to do this.”

He nodded, his entire body rigid, waiting for the next lash of pain. “I know.” He inhaled a deep breath, preparing himself. “The sooner we get this done, the better.”

Another scream escaped him as Jane removed the last dressing. “That’s it, the worst part is done,” she reassured him. “Now I’ll put new dressings on.”

She did her best to hide her anxiety, as she reapplied the dressings. It seemed like the number of blisters on Kurt’s chest and in his side had grown since the medic had seen him. Some of large ones were almost two inches in diameter, and that worried her.  

Kurt had closed his eyes, his breathing rapid and the distress plain to see.

After gingerly covering the burns again, Jane removed the gloves she was wearing and cleared away the empty dressing packets.

She couldn’t bear to watch Kurt suffer alone, desperately wanting to comfort him. She sat down on the bed again, and leaned against the headboard as she carefully pulled him into her arms. Kurt cried out at the movement.

Jane’s heart constricted at his torment. He let out a whimpering sound, leaning into her. “I know it hurts, my love. I know,” she murmured softly, stroking his hair. She held him in her embrace, but it seemed that even her presence couldn’t soothe the pain caused by the burns, his breaths short and strained against her chest. She moved so that she could look into his eyes. “Kurt,” she spoke as she caressed his cheek. “Do you want something stronger for the pain?”

His forehead was crunched, agony clear on his face as he looked at her. His eyes were shimmering with pain as he grunted a weak “Yeah” and closed his eyes again.

His subdued reply had made alarm bells go off in Jane’s head. Normally, he would try to soldier on through it, arguing that strong painkillers made him feel fuzzy. But now, he didn’t even try: the pain must be excruciating for him.

“Okay.” Jane kissed him and disentangled herself from their embrace, gently guiding him back onto the pillows. She walked over to the medical kit and pulled out the vial, pushing the syringe’s needle through the cap and measuring the dose of morphine the medic had told her.

Kurt let out another long, halting breath as she injected him with the analgesic.  He was gripping the comforter so hard with his uninjured arm that his knuckles were white, and she could see a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, soothingly running her hand up and down his good arm. His eyes met hers, the look in them distraught.

“Jane…”

“Shh…it’s okay.  The drug will help, but you’ve got to give it a minute, okay?”

Seeing him like this was tearing her apart. He wore an anguished look, perspiration covering his face and chest, his body tense as a coiled spring from the pain of his injuries. It all made him look so vulnerable, and there was so little she could do. She wanted to take him to a hospital, to get his injuries treated properly, but the risk was too great.

She wished she could hold him and take all his pain away.

Still trapped in the throes of agony, Kurt gave a quiet moan.

Jane sat beside him, murmuring sweet nothings to him, running her hand through his hair, hoping to calm him. “Everything’s okay.”

She saw he was trying to fight the pain: he gripped her hand, and his breathing was shallow as he gritted his teeth against another groan that he barely suppressed.

A few minutes later the morphine thankfully took effect, his eyes glazing over and his look becoming bleary as he relaxed into the bed.

“Don’t fight it….Close your eyes,” she cajoled, her touches clearly soothing him now.

A couple of minutes later, his breathing deepened as his tired body succumbed to the need for rest.

She remained beside him, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest until she was sure he was sleeping soundly. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his forehead before tenderly covering him with the duvet.

Closing the door quietly behind her, Jane walked to the large window and pinched the bridge of her nose, swallowing back the tears she could feel behind her eyelids. She had to stay strong.

“Hey,” she heard Patterson’s gentle voice from behind her and felt a hand brush against her shoulder.

“How’s Kurt?” Patterson asked, worry audible in her tone.

Jane released a shuddering breath before answering. ”He’s asleep. I just gave him a shot for the pain.”  

“I’m sorry,” Patterson said quietly, her eyes carrying the same concern that Jane felt. She knew Patterson cared dearly for Kurt. “I know it must be hard for you to see him like that,” her friend said sympathetically.

Jane tried to smile at Patterson, but the smile soon faltered. “Yeah…But at least he’s alive.” She wiped away the moisture in her eyes, as she remembered those long minutes of dread when she feared the team had died. Her joy at discovering them alive had turned to worry as soon as she had discovered Kurt was injured.

“Oh Jane…” Patterson pulled her into a hug and she could no longer fight off the tears.

“I was so afraid I had lost you,” Jane got the words out among the crying.

“But you didn’t,” came her friend’s soft reply. “We’re all still here.”

After a minute Jane took a shuddering breath, pulling away from Patterson. “I’m sorry. It’s just that…“, she glanced at her feet and squeezed her hand into a fist, but her voice shook. “He’s in agony and I can’t do anything. I feel helpless!”

Patterson shook her head, squeezing Jane’s arm. “Jane, you don’t need to apologize. He’s your husband. Of course this is hard on you.”

She felt comforted by Patterson’s kind words, meeting her eyes. “Thank you.”

Patterson gave her a small smile. “Look, why don’t you try to get some sleep in the loft? I’ll keep an eye on Kurt, while I set up the laptop and wait for the others to come back.”

Jane was about to argue that she couldn’t leave him, but realized that she needed to sleep to be able to look after him. So, she nodded, smiling tiredly at her friend. “Okay, thanks.”

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Kurt let out a quiet grunt as the flashing pain behind his eyelids brought him back to wakefulness. Half-asleep, he had tried to turn on his side, but his broken ribs reminded him of their existence. Sinking back onto the pillows, he opened his eyes and blinked a few times. The ache in his ribs was duller now as he stayed still, but the burns gave him no respite despite the pills Jane had given him earlier. His upper arm and chest felt like someone had taken a cheese grater to his skin and rubbed off a few layers.

He reached over with his right hand, hissing as he pulled the medical tape and lifted the corner of the dressing carefully. The burns were angry and red. Some of the blisters on his skin were taut like tiny water balloons, others were weeping. He swore he could feel them pulsing with the beat of his heart.

He smoothed the tape back onto his skin and had just closed his eyes, when the door creaked quietly. He opened his eyes to see Jane enter the bedroom, carrying a glass of water.

The loving smile that she gave him absolutely floored him. God, he loved her so much.

“Hey, you’re awake.”

She set the glass on the bedside table and sat next to him on the edge of the bed.

He gave her a tired smile in return, reaching for her hand. “Yeah.”

“How’re you feeling?”

Despite his pain and tiredness, he hoped to reassure Jane. Looking at her more closely, he could see the strain the last few days had had on her. Her shoulders were squared and tense; lines of worry adorned her forehead and her eyes were red from the lack of sleep.

He gazed at her, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. “I’m okay, Jane.”

She gave a sad laugh. “No, you’re not. I can tell you’re still in pain.”

Almost as if to prove her point, the searing sensation licked up his side like the fire that had burned him as he shifted, earning a half-suppressed gasp from him. He chuckled at the irony. “Well…better than a couple of days ago.”

He saw the mix of concern and love cloud her eyes, as she pleaded, “Why won’t you take the morphine? You’re hurting.”

He shook his head slightly. “No. I can manage with the pills.”

Jane looked down at their joined hands, swallowing thickly. She kept her eyes locked on them, staying silent.

Now it was his turn to worry. “Jane…” he whispered tenderly.

When she looked up, her eyes were brimming with tears. “I thought I’d lost you…” she murmured.

“Jane, I’m ­­–“ he began, but quieted as she shook her head softly.

Her voice was quiet. “For those 20 minutes after the cabin exploded, I searched through the rubble. Minute-by-minute the fear in me grew; the desperation. I thought I was alone, that you had been taken from me.”

Kurt wished he’d been healthy, so he could hug her and hold her close. Instead, he gave her hand a small squeeze to reassure her he was still here. “Jane, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

“I’m not blaming you, Kurt.” She brought her hand up to his jaw, tracing it gingerly. “When I saw Patterson emerge, and she told me you were alive…” A tear ran down her cheek and she drew in a shuddering breath. “You were alive, but you were hurt. And you still are…”

Mirroring her, Kurt brought his hand to her cheek and wiped away her tears. “I know.” He gave her a smile that he hoped would reassure her. “But I’m going to be okay. It might take a while, but I’ll be okay. Thanks to you.”

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Kurt looked around. He was inside a house, the Shaw house by the looks of it. What was he doing in Clearfield? Frowning, he looked at the bookshelves in the living room, the old comfy chair and the TV in the corner….everything looked exactly like it had 30 years ago, when Taylor had been taken.

“Hello?” He listened for a reply, but no one answered him.

The floorboards creaked comfortingly as he stepped into the hall. He’d missed that sound. It reminded him of the fun times spent together with Taylor as they played hide-and-seek indoors. He glanced outside the window. He could hear birds singing. Then, something else caught his attention.

Kurt heard a familiar babble coming from somewhere. He turned on his heels and climbed up the stairs, glancing at the family photos lining the wall. So many memories…

“Bee?” He called out, as the sound of his daughter’s voice became clearer. She was explaining something to someone.

“Here, Daddy!”

Glancing into Taylor’s room at the top of the stairs, he saw Bethany on the floor with a coloring book, a dozen crayons scattered around her. She was coloring something purple, her forehead creased in concentration.

Kurt entered the room and laughed, kneeling next to his daughter. “Hey! What’cha doing?”

“Coloring!” Came the enthusiastic reply.

He chuckled. “So I see. Shouldn’t the penguin be black and white?”

“No! Silly Daddy…he’s cold, that’s why he’s purple.”

Kurt gave her an exaggerated frown, then smiled again. “Really?”

“Yeah!”

She reached out a chubby hand, offering him a yellow crayon. ”Here. You can color his friend.”

“Okay.” Kurt flopped down onto the floor next to Bethany, starting to color the dog according to her instructions.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but he felt a chill run down his spine. He had an unexplained feeling of pressure in his chest, and the room had changed. The bed and the furniture were gone. There were only the two of them and the coloring book.

The room had gotten darker. That’s when he heard the voice.

“Bethany….”

Kurt was puzzled. It couldn’t be…

Then he heard it again, calling for his daughter. “Bethany…”

She had heard it too. “In here!”

Kurt felt cold chills running down his spine. He instinctively curled his hands into fists. “Dad?”

“That’s Grandpa?” Bethany asked excitedly. “I wanna go see him!”

The voice kept calling for her, saying she should come and see him.

“No, sweetie! Don’t go. Stay here with Daddy.”

But Bethany had already taken a step towards the dark hallway beyond the door. Kurt tried to move but he seemed unable to move from where he was, unable to take her hand. “Don’t you dare lay a hand on my daughter! Stay away from her!”

Bethany smiled at Kurt. “I’m gonna go see Grandpa!” She sing-songed happily.

“Bee, please don’t go,” Kurt begged, trying to reach for his daughter’s hand. She was too far away.

A tall, faceless figure appeared in the doorway, taking her hand.

“Let go of her!!” Kurt raged at the faceless figure, but his rage turned to desperation, as Bethany took its hand and turned away, waving back innocently at Kurt.

“Don’t go…Bee, please! Come back here! BETHANY!” She disappeared into the shadows and down the stairs, holding on to the figure’s hand. “NOOO!!!”

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Jane had been dozing in the comfy chair in the corner of the room, when she was awakened by Kurt’s restless movements. As she sat beside him on the bed, she saw the silent tears running down his face. He was arguing with someone but the next moment he seemed distraught, pleading.

She reached out gingerly, caressing his arm, but he flinched at her touch. “Kurt…Kurt, it’s me.” She tried again. “You’re safe…” She kept brushing his arm, hoping to get through to him.

“NOOO!” Kurt reached out blindly, and she grabbed his hand.

At that, Kurt finally opened his eyes: his breathing ragged and his chest heaving.

Disoriented, he blinked, looking around. The terror in his eyes shattered Jane’s heart.

“Jane?” He spoke her name, his voice sounding small and forlorn.

“I’m here, Kurt.”

“Jane…” Her name came out as a whimper, as a cry of despair escaped him and he reached for his wife.

Mindful of his burns, she pulled him close into an embrace, stroking the nape of his neck tenderly as Kurt trembled, his breaths shuddering gasps against her shoulder. His anguish was tearing at her. Something had shaken Kurt to the core.

She pressed her lips against his temple. “Shhh…it was just a dream,” she tried to soothe him, but it seemed her reassurances had little effect. She could barely make out his words, as they tumbled forth in a distraught whisper.

“Bethany…she just went to him. I tried to stop her, Jane…but she…Dad, he…”. Despite his injuries, he pressed closer to her as the tears came.

As she held him, stroking his hair, she felt anger. Anger at Bill Weller for what he had done to his son. For years, Kurt had carried the guilt of what had happened to Taylor, how he had failed her. Somewhere deep inside him would always be that ten-year-old boy, blaming himself for something that was his father’s fault. Jane felt like she would have wanted kill her father-in-law herself, if he wasn’t already dead.

She kissed Kurt’s hair. “Look at me,” she asked softly.

His eyes were red, more tears trailing down his cheek as he met her eyes before averting them again. Jane reached out, caressing his cheek lightly with her fingers, hoping to convey her love for him as she wiped away his tears. He looked so vulnerable. She had never seen him like this. The forlorn look in his eyes burned into her brain.

She could feel the tears brimming her own eyes as she spoke. “Kurt...your Dad can’t hurt anyone anymore.” She traced his jaw with a gentle touch, her voice low and loving as she reassured him. “Bethany’s safe with Allie, and you will see her again. I promise.” Internally Jane was struggling, hating it that she couldn’t tell him when that reunion would be. She knew Kurt missed his daughter terribly.

Bringing her hand to his forehead, she felt the worry settle in firmly again as she took in the heat radiating off his skin. “But right now, you need to rest, okay?”

Kurt didn’t protest as she helped him back onto the pillows, just nodded and closed his eyes. “I think you’re running a fever. I’ll go get you something that will hopefully keep it down.”

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Blindspot Season 4 Appreciation Challenge

Day 1: Favourite Episode

I considered 4x22 just for the epicness, and 4x03 because of the amazing tension, but I have to go for the spectacular Reller episode, 4x07.

I can’t help it - I still love Jeller, but they have very little sexual tension these days. Remi and Kurt would have had absolutely explosive hate-sex if they’d let themselves, and I was so there for that dynamic.

The side plot of Rich and Patterson exploring the NYO for another one of Roman’s drives - which everyone seems to have forgotten about now that Jane’s ZIP poisoning has been cured, so I hope they go back to that in season 5 somehow - anyway, that side plot was great. Especially Brianna having a pickaxe in her locker. :D

But Kurt finally putting two and two together and realising his wife has reverted to factory settings... that was AMAZING. And Remi trying to figure out what exactly it is about Jane that Kurt loves so much (because obviously she has to figure out if it’s a quality she also has) was also epic. And Kurt pointing out that Remi’s failure to keep her plan on track is all on her, for not anticipating that Jane would fall for Kurt...ouch. :D

But I also loved how Kurt put his trust in Remi to work with him to get out of their perilous situation, and how Remi didn’t kill Kurt, but ditched him instead, and then called to make sure he was still alive. And Hallucination!Roman’s snarky doubts about Kurt’s ability to help Remi get out of things alive was also great.

I could probably ramble on for ages. But I’m also disappointed that this episode was the only one Kurt and Remi really had together, with Kurt knowing the truth. There were so many things I wanted Kurt to bring up with Remi, about Mayfair, and impersonating Taylor, and putting his whole family at risk... I’d take an entire season of Remi and Kurt loving and hating each other, so I was sad to see Remi go.

This episode is my favourite of the season, but it also makes me despair, because I wanted so much more snarky, antagonistic Reller than we got.

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Blindspot Hiatus Project Meet and Greet

 Name/Nickname:  Cazzie K

Age* (don’t be shy, we’re a fandom of grandmas): Going with 40+ and sticking with that !!

Where are you from*: England

When did you jump aboard the Blindspot madness: When I heard that Sully was going to be in it, definitely a long time fan of his.

Other fandoms you’re in/TV shows you watch: Never been in a fandom before but love this one, other shows I like lots of shows and have binge watched many, was certainly a fan of GOT, Killing Eve, Fleabag am currently enjoying The Rookie

Favorite Blindspot characters (main): Kurt Weller and Patterson

Favorite Blindspot characters (guest or recurring):Allie, Boston

Favorite ship(s): Jeller of course but I really liked Kurt and Allie together.

Favorite episode(s): Bit like asking me to choose a favourite child, I just can’t....

Favorite season(s): Would have to go with Season One am currently watching again (yeah okay probably for the twentieth time) but loving it all over again

Favorite tattoo(s)/case(s):  One Begets Technique, stealing the pictures with Rich

Favorite whatever you want: Kurt and Rich dancing and then cooking together and Kurt’s smile of course

If you were a Blindspot character, who would you be: A hybrid of Kurt and Patterson I think..

One scene that left you with your jaw on the floor: When Kurt was in the bunker and we realised that Sandstorm had manouevered so many people into a position of power.

One dead character you would bring back:  Briefly Bill Weller just so Kurt could get closure on having been right about him, especially after the heinous lies he told to get back into Kurt’s life and making Kurt feel a whole load more guilt , then he he can definitely die again..

One guest star (who has appeared in less that three to five episodes) you want to bring back: That mad Lawyer woman who was in the lift with Read and Sarah.

One recurring character you’d love to have promoted to regular: Bethany

One actor/actress you would love to have guest star on the show (and who would they play): 

One forgotten storyline you wish they’d bring back or answer: What happened to Mayfair’s dog??

One country you want the show to visit next season: Australia would be cool Sully could play undercover ..

What’s your craziest/favorite theory about the upcoming season: Am hoping that Weitz puts himself on the line to clear them, am also hoping that Jane maybe has be the one struggling to save Weller after the drone strike but I definitely am looking forward to the team being on the loose and maybe travelling around a lot.

Share a little bit about yourself (don’t be shy)*: Love reading the fics that the talented members of the fandom write, I have ideas but struggle to ever finish them and am just in awe of those that produce such brilliant stories.  Love films and TV shows,  chocolate of course , recently moved house to a different part of the country by the sea so enjoying exploring and discovering all sorts of new places and things