Hey guys, this fic was on the 'Memento Mori' one shot fic but since this has turned into more then a one shot I thought I might post it as a whole new story. I have also posted an update in the Memento Mori fic for the guys that follow that series of one shots. I will still be writing one shots and placing them there as I have so many ideas due to that finale!

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The Definition of Leverage (PART 1)

Jane clutched her bleeding side as she ducked under a few low hanging branches. Almost losing her footing as the wet mud beneath her feet gave way. The cold rain only seemed to fall harder as she focused on staying ahead of her pursuers, Her heart beating so hard and fast in her chest, she thought it might break through her rib-cage.

A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the dense forest around her, towering silhouettes of trees reaching claw-like branches towards her. She felt herself slow down as a fresh wave of pain tore through her side, the sudden sharp turn she took completely ripping open the crude stitches she gave herself just hours before.

She began to slow down as she lost more and more blood, barely able to hear the pounding footsteps of the CIA behind her.

The bastards were persistent, she'll give em that.

She took another corner, the sharp and dense underbrush scratching at her bare arms and face as she pushed through them. She pressed her hand harder into her side to stem the bleeding, her breathing becoming laboured and forced.

Breaking out of the dense forest, Jane was happy to come to an opening, tarmac suddenly under her feet. She stopped for a second to catch her breath, leaning over slightly. Her legs and chest burning from exertion. She could still hear the shouts of the men behind her, the snapping of twigs over the roaring of rain and then suddenly, the sound of an engine and the loud pop of a gun. She dropped to the floor as the tree beside her erupted in debris, bullets sliding across the bark. She mentally kicked herself for leaving herself so exposed, then quickly scrambled to her feet darting off into the woods across the road.

She ran for another few minutes, jumping over fallen trees, ducking under more low hanging branches and pushing her way through the thick needle like thorn bushes. Once again, she heard the angry yells of the CIA behind her. Ignoring her burning legs and aching chest as bullets slammed into the ground beside her feet.

A flash of lighting made her skid to a halt, barely able to keep her balance as she came to a sudden long drop. It was only now that she heard the roaring of the river a good 50 feet below her. She breathed deeply as she heard the sounds of closely approaching footsteps.

"End of the line Jane." A voice called out from behind her. Jane struggled to catch her breath, looking over the cliff and down into the dark waters below. She turned slowly, the heels of her feet perched slightly over the cliff's edge. She raised her hands slowly above her head.

"You not even interested in the truth?" Jane asked, already knowing the answer.

"You're a terrorist, Jane. That, is the only truth I'm interested in." Megan said, a smug, cruel smile stretching across her boney face. "Your times up. You've spent enough time free from the justice you deserve. You should have been in a hole the moment the FBI wrapped things up with that psychotic family of yours."

Jane peeked over the side of the cliff once more, shivering against the freezing cold rain.

"I'm not going back to a black site," Jane said. Megan simply chuckled. It was a cruel, cold sound.

"You don't have a choice, Jane. You're trapped. You're going to spending the rest of your life in a hole so dark, you'll forget what the sun looks like. Chained up like the fucking animal you are."

Jane slowly inched backward until she was balancing dangerously over the cliff. Looking down once more, she breathed in deeply, then glanced back at Megan. She could faintly see the other agents pointing their guns at her through the darkness. Megan was right about one thing. She was trapped, there was nowhere left to run. If she tried to fight, she would be easily overpowered and outnumbered and she would risk getting herself caught. She was never going back to a black site.

She promised herself that she would rather die than fall into the hands of the CIA again.

"Your team can't help you get out of this Jane. You're done."

Jane dropped her hands calmly by her sides and fixed Megan with a stare.

"I guess I should have guessed the CIA wouldn't stick to their word. They said they would leave me alone if I helped take down Sandstorm. Helped destroy my family"

"That was before you got your memories back," Megan responded. "Before you broke your mother out, injured three CIA agents and faked a nuclear strike."

There was a brief silence.

"Once a terrorist….always a terrorist." Megan finished. Jane shook her head and chuckled sadly.

"If you think I am the only terrorist standing in this spot, you're mistaken." Megan's lip twitched with annoyance

"It's over Jane. There's no way out for you now."

Jane extended her arms slightly away from her body and smiled sadly.

"There's always a way out." She said, then closing her eyes, she fell backwards. Megan watched in shock and disbelief as Jane Doe disappeared over the edge of the cliff, her body falling into the black abyss of the night and descending towards the rocky waters below. Running to the cliff's edge, Megan carefully peered over the ledge, the sound of rushing water below, barely audible of the pounding rain.

Jane Doe was gone.

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