madimpossibledreamer | Bourne Kicks Butt Part 2

Continues to be overdramatic. I used to think certain elements of the warning were unrealistic.

Main Points:
Bourne Series AU
Chapter Summary: Jason Bourne tries to be a normal person, only his past comes back to haunt him. There is also some summary within, so not just fic.
Word Count: 2525
Rating: Teen
Warning: random teen with gun, Jason gets shot.

Back to Present

It was then that Jason saw the girl. She was beautiful, and he couldn’t help but stare. He lost her in the crowd, though, something that hadn’t happened in a while, though he couldn’t remember particular instances.

It was a couple of days later that he was in PE. It was a mixed PE, and they were teaching a little bit of self-defense. The teacher had made him fight. He told them that it wasn’t a good idea. They’d been warned. The other boy, Paul, didn’t listen either.

But even Jason couldn’t have explained or guessed what would happen next. They both were on a mat, facing each other. The teacher wanted to know how much they already knew. Jason approached, cautiously. He hadn’t quite been accepted yet. He was good at everything, which didn’t endear him to many. He was surprised he remembered all the math and other subjects. It wasn’t difficult for him. Interacting with others was the hardest of the school skills to master.

Paul was much less cautious. He ran towards Jason. Bourne wasn’t sure exactly what happened, but somehow the other boy had crossed over a line. Suddenly he wasn’t a human being, but a target. A threat. And threats had to be eliminated. He ducked the blow that Paul had coming at him and hit out himself, striking out at the boy’s arm. It was precise, painful. Paul’s breath came in quickly. He kicked out, but Jason sidestepped that and rolled, keeping a certain amount of space between him and the other boy. He kicked at the boy’s leg, and all of a sudden Paul was down. On the ground. Bourne just stood there, uncertain of what had happened. Paul got up, slowly, and punched Jason in the face. His lip was bleeding. The blood made it harder to think of the other boy as a human than he’d already forced to happen, and he got ready to fight again.

              The teacher yelled. “Stop!”

              Both boys looked at him, suddenly back in the real world. “What do you think you’re doing, Bourne?”

              “I…I was supposed to show you what I know.” Jason couldn’t think of anything else to say. He’d warned them that the situation was dangerous, that it wasn’t a good idea. Warnings, especially from those who knew what they were doing, should be listened to. “I learned martial arts.” he added, somewhat lamely.

              “And were you supposed to kill Oaksfield?”

              Jason flinched. “No, sir.”

Paul Meets Jason

Jason was practicing in the men’s locker room when a boy came in. Seeing it was Paul, he stiffened, tensed up, ready for a fight. Paul, however, didn’t seem to want a fight, though he knew that appearances could be deceiving.

“Hey,” he started, a little shyly, “…you’re great.” Bourne smiled a little, not sure how to react to that. Paul continued, “I mean, I’ve never seen anybody as good as you. Even in the movies. And you were holding back.”

The young Bourne winced and looked away. He didn’t need the reminder-he dreamt of the blood every single night. Aware that, somehow, he’d said the wrong thing, Paul still continued, afraid that he’d lose the initiative. “I’ve talked with the teacher, and…well, he wasn’t happy. I don’t think he likes you. But anyway, he said it would be okay to do it instead of PE, as long as after six weeks I show him what I’ve learned, if you started teaching me.”

            That caught Jason’s attention. “You want me to teach you?” he asked incredulously. “Why not? You’re the master!” Paul smiled.

              Jason finally smiled back and gave his hand to Paul to shake. “It seems to me that this is the start of a beautiful relationship.”

              Paul laughed.

Testing

Okay, not sure exactly how to write this. Main points-he taught some history of martial arts to Paul. He tells him a little of what’s happened to him. Paul and he become fast friends. He gives the test-there’s no way Paul could have cheated. Paul’s become significantly better. Even if he can’t touch Jason, he can at least block mostly everything now. Marie sees this for the first time. She finds herself falling for him. He’s seen her again. He likes her too. The teacher gets frustrated because there’s nothing he can fault Bourne for.

The Birthday Party

Jason was practicing again when Paul came in. “I got an invitation to Marie’s party!” he exclaimed excitedly. His friend wasn’t paying any attention. He was still staring into space with something resembling a happy smile on his face. “Did you hear me?” Paul asked again, some elation disappearing.

“Marie.” Jason said her name softly, gently, still unable to hear his friend.

The friend shook his head. “Yes, Marie.”

Bourne finally noticed his presence and looked up. “Marie invited me to her party. Shame she didn’t invite you, though.”

“She did!” Paul said, frustrated. Jason looked somewhat annoyed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I did!” the other replied. “You’re having trouble listening today. Although under the circumstances I can understand. I told you she liked you too.”

Jason shook his head. “I’m trying not to read into this too much.” He finally got his wits about him and grinned at Paul. “Now, show me…”

She was still beautiful. Unlike most of the girls at her party, she wasn’t wearing a bikini, but a beautiful sea-green suit that accented her hair. Jason’s eyes were only for her.

He wasn’t sure how he would continue on, not without acting a little oddly. He swam quickly, muscles rippling as he cut through the water quickly. He stopped near the little kid’s play equipment-slides and such, to get a breath.

He heard a voice behind him, a voice that set his heart beating as the exercise did not. He could swim for hours, probably, before his heart even started beating a few more times a minute. Now it was beating very quickly. “Jason.” He turned around to see her. Her hair was slick, and she was staring at him with something very much like…no, it couldn’t be. It just couldn’t.

“Yes?” His voice was normal; he wasn’t sure how he made it that way.

“I wanted to tell you…it’s a little silly, but I think I’m falling for you.” She said it very softly. He could barely hear her, but then again he could barely believe it.

“I am, too.” He confessed to it, even softer than she had. She smiled back, both a little wary, a little frightened of losing themselves.

They went underwater at the same time. They circled each other in the water-her hair floating out and touching him. He loved her so. He could see she was smiling, too. It was beautiful-not dangerous, not a bad idea. Just like holding hands.

When they both came up, they smiled at each other, then did exactly that. “Marie…” There was one thing he had to tell her. “I need you to know-I don’t remember.” Her eyebrows came down; she was trying to understand. She didn’t-he knew that. “I don’t remember what happened before I came here. They said there was an accident-my parents…” Bourne got choked up, swallowing. She squeezed his hand-they all knew that they were dead, due to that day in English class, and that English teacher liked him. “They said it was too much for my mind. I had to block it out, or I couldn’t survive. So I forgot. I remember fragments of what happened, of my parents and everything, but they don’t really exist for me, because I don’t remember a thing.”

Now she understood, and she felt for him. He could see that in her eyes. Something had happened. How didn’t matter. He had to protect her-he couldn’t let her…and at the same time he needed her, more than anything else in the world. “It could be dangerous. I don’t remember-but people wanted to kill my dad.”

Marie nodded. “I love you. I can’t force you to-I want to, but I can’t. But I’m willing to brave the world for you. You know that, don’t you?”

Jason nodded, squeezing her hand back. He wanted to hug her, to hold her close, but he wouldn’t. Not yet. Then he heard something that made his heart stop-and in a second he was in fighting mode again. There was a threat, a target somewhere. He had a feeling that it was him. People were coming for him. He heard Paul, dove down, this time pulling Marie down too. He stayed just above water and held her there too. She was just about to ask him what was going on, but he held a finger to his lips, watching. He recognized them-they were Paul’s friends.

“Hey, Paul! Where’s that coward?”

Paul asked, as if he didn’t know what they were talking about, “Who?”

“Your new friend, Jason.” The accent on new was mocking. “You’re turning out like him, a coward. You’re trying to make sure he doesn’t kick your butt again. We can do that for you.”

Jason rose, water falling off his back. Marie started to protest, trying to keep him from going. He shook his head. “This is something I have to do. Stay here.”

He started walking toward them. They were threatening Paul unless Bourne came out. They shouldn’t want that, but they did. He announced his presence. “It’s me. Leave him alone.”

Paul looked up, scared for his friend. “Don’t, Jason-”

He cut his friend off. “This isn’t your fight, Paul. Go on.” Paul moved a little out of the way, but didn’t leave.

The leader grinned, an evil grin. “That’s right. It’s not your fight.”

In a couple of seconds, a gun was in his hand. Jason’s eyes widened quickly, and he moved forward. The others met him, while the leader stepped backward, waiting for a good opening. Bourne fought with desperation. He had been outmaneuvered and he knew it. He had to last-had to! That was a gun! There were other people around-innocent people that didn’t deserve to be involved in this! There were too many of them. He got them to stay down, knocking one and then another to the ground, unconscious. But there were too many of them-he couldn’t stop them! He had to! He couldn’t fail.

The bullet came. It erased the hope that it hadn’t been loaded; was only a threat to be used to scare. It buried itself in his arm, and the pain made him scream. He heard another scream-Marie! He pulled them into the water. Hopefully, he could take them there, though no mistakes could be tolerated. Slipping, for example. Blood seeped into the pool. He fought with both hands, one distinctively in agony. His breath hissed out. He was getting them. The one with the gun was disconcerted. He had to follow. He was reloading.

Jason dove under the slide, using one of his enemies as a shield. The other one squirmed away, using Bourne’s wounded arm against him, hammering his hand against it again and again. He went under water. Somewhere in his mind, he remembered that Marie should have been somewhere around here, but he didn’t feel any ripples in the water to suggest she was nearby. Hopefully she’d gotten further away, and wasn’t stupid enough to follow his instructions. He felt the ripples of footsteps, though. As soon as he felt the other one was close enough, he blasted out of the water. The boy was exactly where he had pictured him, and wasn’t ready for him. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t drop the gun. They both fought for it, struggling. He felt the other boy start pulling the fight towards land again, and from blood loss he was too weak to stop it. He could hear screams all around, screams of, “A gun!”, but all his attention was focused on the fight. He had to continue.

The boy finally managed to squeeze off another bullet, this time into Jason’s side. He barely even felt the pain, so drained by the chaos that he could barely feel anything. He hammered his hand up into the boy’s jaw and simultaneously rammed the other into the hand holding the gun. The boy’s eyes rolled up into his head, dropping the gun, and he fell. Bourne still held the gun. It fit his hand so well, and he knew, in the back of his mind, that he was a dead shot. There was confusion in his mind. It started to fade into the dreams of blood and pain, until he thought that it, too, was just a dream.

He staggered a little way away from the body of the boy who’d tried to kill him and collapsed, legs unable to hold him up anymore. He heard another scream, and a yell, “No!”, he thought, but it was all starting to blend together. A hand, trying to take the gun out of his hands. He held on even tighter. He was surrounded; there were too many of them. He couldn’t take them. He gave in instead, sinking into the welcoming darkness.

A voice. “He won’t let go. Is there anything you can do?” Paul’s, he thought, concerned, but by this point it could be anyone’s.

Then another voice, a nice voice, one that he was probably just dreaming but didn’t mind listening to anyway. “Jason?” The voice was even more concerned; slightly hysterical, in fact, only holding on by the tenuous control that had appeared from somewhere. “Jason!” It took so much effort just to open his eyes. Marie’s tear-stained face came into view.

He smiled weakly, blood trickling out of the side of his mouth. “I…I told you. Danger.” He wanted to say more; he wanted to say it all, but the words escaped him and his mouth failed him.

“Jason-just rest. The ambulance will be here soon. I’m not going to leave you. You know that, don’t you?” He couldn’t stop. Not now.

“The…the gun. Take it…” Marie almost refused, shaking her head, a special kind of fear in her eyes. “Take…” He couldn’t repeat himself anymore and so then opened his fingers weakly. They weren’t responding well-but then again, neither was he. He felt her soft hand take the gun from his fingers, pressing them together, holding his hand, hard, as if she didn’t she would lose him. He couldn’t stay awake anymore. He closed his eyes and let oblivion come. This time the blackness swallowed him-but he wasn’t alone, and that was the best thing about it.

Marie’s parents missed it. Marie screamed and started calling his name again, hysterically. They only arrived after to see her tear-stained face. “Marie!” Her mother, shocked. She’d thought her daughter had shot somebody. The ambulance arrived at the same time. They came out and put Jason on a stretcher. She couldn’t leave him, so she insisted on coming too. They agreed, as long as she stayed out of the way. She gave the gun to the police, glad to be rid of the thing that had shot her sweetheart. She held his hand the whole way.