Welcome to you all to "Pardon My Past," a Loki and Jane Foster love epic. These two have a chemistry that just cannot be described or defined. If you have read anything about Jane and Loki, you know where I am coming from.

This story is another jewel that I am working on, like its sister story "Stockholm."

I do not own any of the music I recommend you listen to for the scenes, I do not own any of the characters as they are property of Marvel Entertainment and Disney, but I do however own the original storyline and made up characters.

Please enjoy and review often. I love and respond to each and everyone.

Prologue - 17 years ago

London, England

The rain poured, coating the streets in water, foggy mist, and dangerous conditions. Lightning raced across the sky.

Sirens filled the quiet air.

On a country road outside of the main city of London, England, metal, glass, and ash littered a small curve until the debris became larger fragments.

All belonging to former navy blue Land Rover Discovery that was unrecognizable.

A Morgan +4 came to a screeching halt outside the security barrier where several police officers were posted to keep traffic away from the scene.

Dr. Erik Selvig emerged from his vehicle and charged the line.

"I am sorry sir," the officer told him, "but this is an accident scene. You need to turn around..."

"Are they dead?" Dr. Selvig asked.

"Who?" the officer asked. "Do you know these people?"

"Doctor James D. Foster and his wife Amelia," he called their names, panic gripping his voice, his hands shaking in fear. "Are they dead?"

"Sir," the officer said.

He was sick and tired of being told to relax so he broke through the barricade and approached the scene closer.

The car was no longer a car. It had been smashed head-on by a second car, a Jaguar XJ that too also did not look like it anymore.

Glass shard crumbled underneath his steps as he approached the Foster Family car.

He could see blood draining down the side windows, unknown as to who was driving.

"Oh god," he gasped.

A detective from Scotland Yard who was talking to someone in a police car approached him.

"Good evening sir," the stout man said to him. "I am Inspector Gerald Manningham."

"Selvig," Erik said with tears in his eyes and a hand over his mouth. "Dr. Erik Selvig."

"Did you know the Fosters?" Manningham asked.

"Did?" he inquired.

The inspector directed his attention to where a bodybag was being zipped up.

He barely got a chance to see sweet Amelia's face, bashed and bloody, before it had been sealed. She was lifted and placed upon a stretcher where she would be going for an autopsy at the morgue.

"And my partner, James?" he asked.

"Over there," the inspector told him as the bag was already sealed. "It was a gruesome crash. It was so violent that your friend lost his head."

Erik wanted to vomit.

James had been decapitated and Amelia was completely bashed to pieces.

"How did this?" he asked.

"Intoxicated driver in the car," Manningham told him. "Hit them head on as they prepared to exit the tunnel and he was entering. He is most certainly intoxicated and will be booked into the Metropolitan Police Station immediately. Facing some very serious charges..."

"Jane," he said her name.

"Pardon sir, what?"

"Jane, their little girl Jane," he told the relationship of his friend's ten-year-old daughter. "Was she with them?"

"Ah, yes she was. She was found seat-belted in," the detective told him. "Had to use a saw to cut her out of the car, but she did appear to be pretty shaken up and incoherent. I would be too if I saw my parents die in front of my eyes."

"Where is she?" he asked.

"She's been taken already to Royal London Hospital to assess her injuries and mental status. Do you know if she has a guardians here?"

But Erik knew it was futile to remain here.

James and Amelia would want him to go to the hospital and be with Jane.

Royal London Hospital

The rain continued to pour and slam against the window inside the dim lit private room where a small child was asleep. A bandage wrapped around her head, her clothes replaced with a hospital gown, and IVs with blood and medicine flowed into her arm.

The cropped brown hair was knotted across her pillow as scrapes and cuts covered her chin and jawline.

A nurse was checking her vitals and changing the medicine bag before heading out of the cozy room.

The nurse emerged and slid the glass window-door shut very quietly, approaching the older gentlemen and a police detective who stood outside waiting for her report.

"She's asleep for now," the nurse told them. "The doctor when she returns from rounds will be...Dr. Cavanaugh," she reached out to the doctor to give her report. "This is Inspector Manningham and Dr. Selvig here for little Jane Foster."

"Thank you Marcia," Dr. Cavanaugh acknowledged her work and she departed. "Good evening gentlemen. I suppose you want to know about our tiny patient."

"She going to pull through?" the inspector asked.

Erik stared through the window at his friend's daughter who was asleep while listening to the medical report.

"Jane sustained a broken wrist, several cracked or broken ribs, a deep laceration to the top of her head that required stitches," the doctor told them. "In all honesty, the seatbelt has once again proven to be a life-saver. Without it, we would be dealing with that young girl being a projectile out that window."

"Considering her father lost his head," the Inspector said, "she would have been dismembered."

"Oh come now man," Erik interjected. "Have some class. He was my friend, she was a friend, and now their child is an orphan."

"Gentlemen please, no raised voices," the doctor calmed the calamity that nearly transpired in the hallway. "Now, young Jane is going to be the hospital for at least two or three days, but after that, she will become a ward of the state. Do you know of any family that can come and prove blood relationship of her. If you can, then we can see about sending her home with them. If not, members from the orphanage will come for her."

Erik thought for a minute or two. Though they were such good friends, he did not know about any others of the Foster family who may still be in America or extended family that lived here in England.

"I will investigate this evening," Erik told everyone present. "I will see if there is someone who can make medical decisions on her behalf. Until then, since I have known Janie her entire life pretty much, I can do this in the interim."

"If Metro Police does not have a problem with this arrangement," the doctor asked.

"Not all all," Manningham replied.

Within a couple of hours, Erik Selvig entered the home of James, Amelia, and Jane Foster. He was given the keys that were a part of the property collected at the accident scene.

He walked through the front door, leaving two uniformed police bobbies outside. He told them that he would be a few minutes.

Their home was a small flat in Central London near the campus. They must have been going out of town for the weekend to go camping or some sort of activity to get away from the city.

As he walked, he saw that everything was cleaned up and had a place that it belonged.

Erik walked into the office near the back of the flat and began to search the desk.

Astrewn were all of James's notes from his study of the constellations and star systems. They had been employed at the university for nearly fifteen years; ten of them right here in London.

There was nothing there so he went to the other side and searched Amelia's desk. She had school assignments from her primary school pupils. They were studying basic addition from the worksheets she had been grading before they left.

Finally, he found what he was looking for. Amelia kept an address book tucked against her computer monitor.

He began to flip through the pages, when suddenly a small black kitten jumped onto the book that was in his hands. It scared him a bit, but knew this cat.

"Oh hello Lucky," he greeted the kitten. It was ironic that a solid black cat, synonymous with bad luck was called Lucky. "Did I scare you?" he asked, setting himself into Amelia's chair. "It's OK, baby girl. Your Janie is going to take good care of you now."

But he still needed someone to take care of her momma.

It is not like he wouldn't take Jane in and take care of her. However, he did not have children and it would be difficult for him and his working hours to take care of Jane and make sure that all her needs were met and that she would be safe and healthy.

No, there had to be someone, he thought. Someone who could deliver the kind of care that Janie deserved.

As he thumbed through her book, Erik found another Foster in the book. A Michael and Rebekah (Foster) Hastings.

He did remember that James did have a sister who lived in America, but he often never saw her.

It was nearly midnight here in London so it had to be around seven or eight in America's eastern timezone.

The address showed that they lived in Concord, Massachusetts, USA.

Erik reached for Lucky, putting her in her crate, grabbed some food for the kitten, and threw in Jane's princess fuzzy slippers.

Amelia had done laundry before she left so he grabbed whatever was Jane's and tossed it into her pink backpack at the door.

With the kitten, bag, and address book in hand, he proceeded to leave the residence and get back to the hospital.

Hospital - Two days later

The rain had finally stopped pouring in London, but that did not stop cars from kicking up the water that remained on the roadways.

A black Land Rover pulled to the front doors of the hospital. One large man with an earwig spring coil that wrapped the back of ear (indicating security) walked around to the back of the SUV.

A woman with long brown hair climbed out followed by another man in a suit.

These were important people as the security stayed close to them.

The woman wearing denim jeans and a sweater approached the front desk where a nurse and guard stood to check in people.

"I am looking for the pediatrics unit," the woman said.

"What is the patient's name?" the rotund nurse asked.

"Foster, Jane Elizabeth Foster," she said, out of breath.

"Calm down darling," the man that was with her said, pulling her close to him with her shoulders. "Jane is OK. She just needs to see us and know that there is family here to be with her."

"Pediatrics is on Level three, and you will find her in room 349," the nurse said.

But she was already lickety-split for the staircase to climb to the next floors.

Once to the unit, they relaxed and approached the desk.

"Room 349," the man asked.

"On your left at the end of the hall," a woman in nursing scrubs responded.

They walked briskly to the room and entered through the open door.

The male ordered the escort to wait outside the room while they reunited.

"Janie," the woman called.

Jane Foster looked up from her gin game with her uncle Erik to see a welcoming sight.

It was her Aunt Rebekah and Uncle Mike from America. They lived somewhere on the eastern shoreline, but not sure exactly where. They must have been called about the accident and now, they were here.

Why were they here?

Her aunt came and hugged her, but she winced at the pain when she was squished.

"How are you sweetheart?" her aunt asked.

"OK, I guess," she answered. "I have lots of broken bones, but my seatbelt saved me."

"I am sure it did honey," her aunt said as she left a kiss on top of her head.

"Dr. Erik Selvig," her uncle introduced himself.

"Congressman-elect Michael Hastings," her uncle said. "My wife is/was James's sister."

"Pleasure to meet you sir," her uncle said.

"You in congress?" Jane asked.

"Well, I start in January," her uncle Mike said. "That is why I am only a congressman-elect."

A nurse entered and was doing her rounds. "I am sorry," the woman said, "I can come back later.

"No, it is OK," Uncle Erik said. "Go ahead. Janie, I am going to step out into the hall with your aunt and uncle. Do not look at my cards."

"I won't," she answered and picked up her kitten.

Erik Selvig and Michael and Rebekah Hastings walked out of the room and he lightly cracked the door.

He needed to tell them what had happened in the past couple of days.

"Does she remember anything?" Michael asked.

"The psychologist that visited this morning said that she is probably suffering from repressed memories," he told them. "She probably will not remember the accident ever, but she had not slept well since she got here. I have been saying with her since the accident. I am actually grateful that she will not considering what had happened. It was brutal. Going to take time until the funeral which would be this weekend, but the reason I called is for when she is released after the funeral. She needs a blood relative to take her or she could be placed into the adoption system. I could try and move for custody since I have known her the longest, but I would rather her be with family."

"I agree," Rebekah answered. "Michael and I are going to be in Concord, Massachusetts at least for the foreseeable future with his career and I just opened my own practice so that would mean Jane could get a quality education and have stability in her life."

"That is what she is going to need," he said with a smile on his face. He pulled out the business card of the social services member. "This is the number of the representative that called me. She is just making sure that Janie will be in the best possible home."

"She will have her younger cousins, our children Rachael and Christopher, to grow up with," Michael added. "She will be loved with us and in very good hands."

Erik took his hand and shook it. "I believe that would the best place for her," he replied. "Well, I guess you should be the ones that tell her. I will begin the process of getting her packed up."

"Thank you doctor," the aunt said and gave him a hug. "We promise that you will always be welcomed to be in Janie's life."

He lightly nodded and waited till the couple went inside to talk to Jane...before he walked away to go home for the night.

The next time that everyone would be together was at the Fosters' funeral.

It had been a grand, closed duel casket funeral filled with friends, colleagues, and students from the university.

Precious Jane sat in between her aunt and uncle, trying to be brave and not cry.

Erik listened to the sermon from the priest that was performing the burial ritual for her parents.

Her tiny hands grasped a rosary that belonged to her mother and she started to cry again.

Rebekah Hastings pulled her against her chest and combed her fingers through her hair.

Everyone passed down the recessional line, shaking hands with Jane and the Hastings family members. They were offering their condolences to them.

Once everyone had left, Jane walked in between the caskets and left two red roses, one on each. She also kissed the mahogany surfaces before meeting back with her aunt and uncle.

Once they were back to the limousine, Jane's eyes were locked on the caskets that the groundskeepers were getting ready to place them into the ground.

Erik knew that Jane's life had changed all in one tragic night. Now hopefully she would begin the healing process.

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