Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN JANE THE VIRGIN OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!

A/n: Okay season 5 of JTV stabbed me in the heart. My hope for Jane and Michael to be end game was destroyed so this is a re-write of the whole season 5. Honestly I would have been okay with 'Jafael' if they didn't bring Michael back and literally trash his character and his love for Jane...what a cop out. I only watched the episodes Michael were apart of and have no desire to finish the series ever.

Please if you are a Rafael stan don't hate this story. I won't regress his character in this story. However his character 'flaws' were written by the writers of JTV and will be mentioned/used in the first few chapters but he will have an arc too.

THANK YOU!

NARRATOR:

Okay we left our Jane with the shock of a lifetime by her 'dead' husband showing up at the apartment she shared with boyfriend and baby daddy, Rafael. Let's see how she handles this…

Jane Gloriana Villanueva felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. She wasn't sure if she was breathing at this point. She didn't care if she was or not. No, all she could focus on was her "dead" husband standing in front of her.

Her brain went into overdrive as she tried to sensibly understand how this was happening. Michael died. It was gut wrenching but she somehow managed to overcome her grief and move on with her life. Rafael had helped her every step of the way. He was her saving grace during the most difficult time in her life.

She had accepted Michael's death. She was in love with Rafael now and was more than ready to take their relationship to the next level. She never thought she would want to be married again after Michael's death, but Rafael's love for her changed her mind.

None of this mattered now. Jane stared into his familiar blue eyes trying to read them. His eyes didn't shine like they used to. She used to make his eyes light up, but now his eyes remained dull.

"Michael?" Her voice was shaking, but she managed to get his name out.

"Hello Ma'am," His voice had a southern drawl to it.

Jane's eyebrows furrowed together confused on why he didn't sound like he used to. He looked a lot different too. His blond curly hair was unkempt and he was wearing blue jeans with a blue flannel shirt and brown cowboy boots.

This must be some cruel joke, because this isn't her Michael. No, this man is an imposter.

"Michael has amnesia," Rafael said gently to his girlfriend. "He doesn't remember you." He explained.

Jane looked to Rafael with a puzzled look on her face before returning her eyes back to Michael. "You don't remember me?" Her voice broke as the tears fell down burning against her warm cheeks.

"No Ma'am," He shook his head. "I'm sorry but I don't remember you."

His words felt like a dagger to her heart. He didn't remember her. He didn't remember their love. He didn't remember all the laughter they shared together. He didn't remember the explosive fights that would always lead to epic makeup sex. She was stranger to him now.

She couldn't look at him any longer. Jane gently grabbed Rafael's forearm and pulled him into the kitchen. She needed answers from him.

"How did you find him?" Jane asked him.

Rafael let out a deep sigh, "Rose…"

"How long have you known about this, Rafael?" She said with anger in her voice.

He was silent.

"Rafael, how long?" She asked him again this time with more venom in her voice.

"We are talking about Rose," Rafael tried to explain himself. "She is a pathological liar," He reminded her. "I didn't want to get your hopes up until I had it all checked out first-"

Jane interrupted him, "So you thought surprising me with my dead husband would be so much better than telling me the truth when it happened?"

In this moment Rafael knew he was in the wrong, but wouldn't swallow his pride.

"We can talk about this when you have calmed down," He said in a patronizing voice.

His behavior didn't surprise her anymore, but his words still cut deep. He always made her cry. He also would make her feel guilty for having emotions and showing them. She felt the tears burn against her cheeks. He didn't try to comfort her.

"Uh should I go?" Michael asked breaking the tension between her and Rafael. "I can come back tomorrow and sign the papers."

Jane turned to look at him. He looked the same but she knew her Michael was gone. "Papers? What papers?" She asked curiously.

"It's nothing Jane," Rafael said quickly.

She ignored him, "Michael, what is going on?" She locked onto his blue eyes once more.

"Actually I go by Jason now," Michael had corrected her. "Um I only came here to sign divorce papers so we both can live our lives separately."

Jane felt as though she had been punched in the gut. The man who had spoke his vows in her native tongue now was standing in front of her with no recollection of their love wanted to divorce. This wasn't her Michael, no this was Jason and he didn't love her.

He wanted to write her out of his life. She should be happy because she has Rafael, but she isn't happy. No, she felt forgotten and betrayed.

Her husband doesn't remember her. To make matters worse her boyfriend tried to blind side her with a quick divorce from a man with amnesia just so he could legally marry her.

"I can't do this," Jane said quickly and she ran over to purse on the kitchen counter and hitched it over her shoulder. "I need time to digest everything, but as of right now I can't give you what you want," She said ambiguously.

Before either guy could say another word Jane had run out of the apartment. She needed to get away from both of them. She needed time to process and analyze everything that had just happened. Jane boarded the city bus and headed home. She needed to talk to her mother and Alba.

They both would know what to do in this situation or at least she prayed they would have an answer for her.

Jane arrived in front of the house and to her surprise her mother was sitting out on the porch swing. She dragged her feet over to the swing and sat down.

"What's wrong Jane?" Xo knew immediately something was off with her daughter.

"Mom it's Michael," Jane spoke softly trying to hold back her tears.

"Michael? Honey, I know Rafael proposing to you probably made you think of Michael," Xo said kindly as she raised her right hand and began stroking her daughter's raven hair to comfort her. "But we both know Michael would want you to be happy-"

Jane interrupted her, "He's alive Ma," Jane broke down. "Michael is alive, but he…he doesn't remember me."

Xo felt her heart break for her daughter. Jane had endure too much to go through something like this. She didn't deserve this kind of pain. Her daughter deserved to be happy.

Xo knew no words could comfort her daughter in a time like this. Instead she pulled Jane closer into her arms and held her. Jane cried as Xo stroked her head gently.

Jane's phone started buzzing nonstop and reluctantly Jane answered.

"Petra this isn't a good time," Jane snapped.

"I don't care Jane," Petra barked loudly on the other end. "Why didn't you tell me Michael is alive?"

"I just found out," Jane sighed. "I haven't had time to process it,"

"Stop thinking about yourself for once Jane," Petra fumed. "Because now I have to deal with the aftermath of your fight with Raf," Petra paused for a moment. "He dropped Michael or um should I say Jason off at the Marbella and told me to give him a room for free-"

"How long is he staying for?" Jane asked anxiously.

"I don't know Jane," Petra answered. "And frankly I don't care. I only care about you and Raf fixing your issues so it doesn't effect my daughters." Petra said rudely before she ended the call.

Jane tried to collect herself, but she couldn't. She wouldn't be able to move on with her life until she fixed his. The guilt of Michael living these past four years without knowing his past would haunt her unless she helped him recover those memories.

"Can you drop me off at the Marbella?" Jane asked her mother.

Xo nodded her head and the two women walked over to Xo's car and pulled away from the house. Xo drove down the empty streets as Jane rested her head against the car window. "Don't blame yourself," Xo urged her daughter to be reasonable.

She knew Jane would blame herself for what happened to Michael, but she also knew Michael would never blame Jane. Michael loved her daughter deeply and only wanted her daughter to be happy. Even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness.

Jane however couldn't promise her mother that. She already blamed herself. It was in her nature to blame herself for what happened to the people around her. Rafael always reminded her of how her mistakes had led him down a dark path.

The car pulled into the front entrance of the hotel and Jane quickly got out. The ground beneath felt unsteady, but she propelled her legs forward and walked into the lobby.

The lobby was a ghost town. No one was standing around except the young blond haired woman at the front desk. Jane made her way over to the desk.

"Hi, I'm looking for Mich-um Jason's room," She informed the young woman and had to correct herself on calling Michael by his new name Jason.

"May I ask what your relationship is with him?" The blond asked boldly as he fingers typed steadily on the keyboard searching for all the men named Jason staying at the Marbella.

"I'm his wife," Jane smiled hoping the woman wouldn't ask anything more.

"Of course you are," The blond remarked. "All the cute guys are always taken."

"What is his room number?" Jane said trying to speed things up.

"Luckily for you we only have one Jason staying tonight," The blond said smugly. "He is in room 402. Here is an extra key card." She handed over a white key card to Jane.

"Thanks for all the help," Jane smiled as she took the card from the woman's hand.

Jane turned around and started walking towards the elevator. 'Is this crazy?' She thought as she pushed the top button and waited for the lift to come down. 'Am I crazy?' She thought as she flipped the card over in her hands, because suddenly she realized how crazy this may seem to an outsider.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened up and Jane hesitated for a second before stepping in. 'No' She reasoned as she lift her right pointer finger and pressed the number 4 lighting it up. This wasn't crazy because he was her husband. She had every right to see him even if it was now the middle of the night. He was still her husband regardless of him not being able to remember his past.

Ding!

The doors opened and Jane walked towards the left of the hallway and sat outside the white door. She was having second thoughts again. She shouldn't be here, but she needs to be. Before she got cold feet Jane inserted the card into the slot and opened the door.

The room was dark. He was probably asleep. Jane reached for the door handle to close it and leave him be but Michael's dog charged to greet her.

The dog wagged his tail excitedly and Jane couldn't help but reach down and pet the friendly dog. Jane lowered herself to the floor into a seated position between the doorway of his room. The dog licked her face eagerly. Jane sat there and petted the dog as tears fell down her face.

She was happy he had been a companion for Michael these past four years, because the thought of Michael being alone was too much for her to handle.

"Okay boy I got to go now," Jane whispered as she stood up from her spot.

"You are going to leave without telling me how you got into my room?" His voice was slow and steady, but there was a hint of anger in it.

Jane looked up and saw him leaned up against the white wall. The light from the hallway outside dimly light up his face. She wondered how long he had been standing there for. "I don't know what came over me," She found herself telling him the truth. "Um I'm sorry for breaking into your room, but you have to understand how hard this is for me…"

"I'm so sorry Ma'am," His voice oozed with sarcasm. "I didn't realize you had spent the past four years of your life thinking you are you only to be told you had been tortured and have amnesia," Michael paused and took a step towards her. "Then add in being told you have a wife, but she has a boyfriend who wants to propose to her…"

Jane hung her head in shame. He was right. She wasn't the only one hurting.

"I'm sorry I didn't think about your feelings in all of this," She apologized.

"Why are you here?" He asked her again this time more gentle.

Jane sighed as she contemplated turning around and going home or telling him why she needed to see him tonight. She took a step forward into his room and flicked on the light before closing the door behind her. He deserved to know why after everything he had gone through this was the least she could do.

Michael crossed his arms around his bare chest as he waited for her to answer him. Jane couldn't help but stare. Rafael was more buff but Michael's muscles were defined well enough to make a girl drool. He only had black sweat pants on and Jane had to stop her mind from thinking any dirty thoughts. She had a boyfriend.

"You can stop staring now," Michael said with a big grin on his face. Jane felt cheeks burn up as he caught her checking him out.

"Sorry," Jane said quietly as her eyes moved from his chest to the grey carpeted floor. "I just feel guilty for what happened to you, and I want to help you remember-"

"So you broke into my room at midnight to tell me this?" He asked as his eyebrow arched up suspicious of her answer.

He was always great at seeing through her lies. He might not remember her, but he still subconsciously knew her like the back of his hand.

"Yes," She lied.

Michael took another step towards her, he was now only a few inches away from her. Jane shifted uneasily from his closeness. "You're lying to me," He said confidently. "So I will ask you one more time, why are you here?"

His detective instincts were still in tact. Jane looked down on the ground again unable to look him in the eyes. Michael reached his right hand out to her and gently lifted her chin up so she would have to look him in the eyes. "Tell me," He demanded his right hand had slid off her chin and down by his side.

Jane tried to come up with an explanation but she couldn't think of one. All she could think of was how fast her heart was beating inside of her chest and how the butterflies in her stomach were fluttering around. Her brown eye's shifted from his blue one's to his blush colored lips. She wondered if he still tasted the same as she remembered.

Unable to control herself, Jane aggressively threw her hands behind his head and pulled it down towards her. Before he could protest she smashed her lips against hungry for the familiarity of his kiss. She feverishly kissed his soft lips over and over again with urgency. He didn't responded like he used to.

She wasn't willing to let him go so she pulled herself closer to him. She thought he would break the kiss, but to her surprise he didn't. His hands cupped around her face and he finally kissed her back on his own will.

Jane lost herself in his embrace. She felt his hands drop from her face as they found a new home on her hips. He tugged on her hips gently wanting her to lift her legs up. She obliged his request and soon found her legs wrapped around his waist.

He walked over to the bed and gently lowered her down on the queen size bed. Their lips were still glued together. His tongue lapped over her bottom lip begging for entrance. Jane's eyes quickly snapped open bringing her back to reality. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be taking advantage of him.

'Rafael' She thought as she broke the kiss apart and gently shoved Michael off of her. "I have a boyfriend," She said reminding herself mostly. "This was a mistake."

"You kissed me first," Michael said a his body still hovered over her's. His hands were pressed firm down on the mattress. She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but she had nowhere to go. "You kissed me hoping your Michael is somewhere on the surface begging to break free and run back to you," He said coldly. "I am not him so let me go, because I am not tied to you beyond a legal contract." He pushed himself backwards and stood up from the bed.

Jane quickly and quietly scooted off the bed and ran towards the door leaving her past behind her without a second thought. Jason had been right he wasn't her Michael but for a few minutes it felt like he was.

Time had frozen still when she kissed him and for a spilt second everything felt like it was right in the world again.

She had gone to try and rid her guilt only to replace it with more sins.

NARRATOR:

Ah yes our darling Jane is at cross roads of what path to choose. Little does she know there is more trying times to come, but that is for next time...

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