Well, here we go, the last of the updates. (For now, at least; we'll see about the future). Since I only had two very short ones left, I decided to post them both here together. The first, "Walls", was in response to this prompt: "That night she learned how to build walls and he rebuilt his." (Regarding the events of the S1 finale)

Enjoy the angst haha

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She was no stranger to walls.

She'd spent as long as she could remember— a span of mere months, rather than her thirty-ish years— being closed off, confined, existing within the boundaries that had been assigned to her. Imposed upon her.

From the claustrophobic embrace of the bag to the stark white of the interrogation room, from the peeling wallpaper of the safehouse to the rough cinderblock of her new prison, it was always the same; her on one side, everyone else on the other.

It was true that some of the isolation was self-inflicted; she'd always been guarded, a little afraid to trust, but that was simply a byproduct of her reality, a necessary form of self-protection. And yet despite all of that, she'd craved connection, craved him.

So she had let herself be vulnerable, had let him in close, finally trusting him with her heart as well as her life.

And then he had crushed it, just as she had crushed his; the two of them imploding with a violence that neither would ever recover from, that night leaving them both with scars that would never fade.

That night, bruised and battered and heartbroken, Jane learned how to build walls of her own— and then had sealed herself behind them, determined never to leave her heart unprotected ever again.

Weller, however, didn't need to learn.

He'd lived nearly his entire life behind walls, had learned early on— at age ten, to be exact— that closeness was the key to destruction. Taylor, his father, his mother, Sarah; they'd been everything to him, and yet one by one they had been stripped away from him, tearing away parts of him until only Sarah remained.

Sarah was the only one who understood; the only one he trusted. And then Sawyer came along, and Weller existed almost solely within their small circle of three, his life broadened by a handful of friends and the occasional relationship, but none ever getting close enough to truly matter.

Until Jane, who walked right through all his defenses like her very being was the key he'd never known existed. Jane, who immediately took up residence in his inner circle and showed no sign of ever leaving.

And he'd never wanted her to; instead, he'd simply handed over his long-protected heart, surrendering himself to her without a single doubt or regret.

Until that night when she had all but destroyed him, tearing him apart from the inside until everything that he'd been had crumbled, leaving nothing behind but rubble and dust.

Once she was gone— leaving his life as abruptly as she'd entered it— he'd made himself a promise, swearing that he would never let himself be vulnerable ever again, would never give anyone else the chance to further break his damaged heart.

Then, drawing his anger around him like armor, he slowly gathered the pieces of his shattered defenses, and began to rebuild.

After all, he was no stranger to walls.

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Next is "Unscathed", a teeny drabble written after the Jeller fight in 2x01.

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"Hey, you alright?"

Coming to stand beside Weller, Reade looked him over, then followed his gaze to the nearby security vehicle that a cuffed Jane was currently being loaded into, her movements stiff and head bowed. Reaching out, he briefly clasped a hand around Weller's shoulder, his voice softening.

"Hey, you did good, Kurt. Hell, I wouldn't have bet on any of us coming out on top when going one-on-one with Jane, but you did."

Arms folded and eyes on the security van, Weller spoke flatly. "She held back."

"What?"

Turning to Reade, he uncrossed his arms and spread them wide, his eyes hard. "Do you see any serious injuries? Any broken bones? She had a dozen chances to completely take me out, but she didn't. It was like she was just fending me off until she had an opportunity to escape."

Reade's eyebrows went high. "You think she didn't want to hurt you?"

"I don't know," Weller answered heavily, his arms dropping to his sides as he turned back to stare at the vehicle that held Jane, his expression grim.

"I don't know anything anymore."

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Well, like I said, that's all for now...

Thanks for reading, guys x