This story will be a two part piece. It was too long for a one-shot :D

Hope you like it,

Daniela

Part 1

If You Love Something Set It Free...

It was cold and the night was dark. The rain fell down hard, each raindrop making a slight tinging sound on his black jacket. Drenched from head to toe he shivered as he adjusted his sitting position on the park bench. Kurt stared up at the full moon. The moon's light reflected on his face, and he tried to imagine it as a small source of warmth to distract himself from how cold he was. But, it didn't help. The rain now had soaked into his shoes. "I should have brought an umbrella. Why didn't I bring an umbrella?" he thought to himself. The rain continued to drip on his face, as he stared at the full moon. But, the truth was, he wasn't thinking. When it came to Jane, he never could think straight.

It had been several months since he had seen her. Taking down Sandstorm wasn't as simple as he had thought it would be. The connections were so deep inside the government that it became impossible to destroy. It was a cancer that had spread throughout the whole system and was killing it from the inside. They had taken down Shepherd, but not before she tried taking him down first. He could still hear the shot ring out. The sound echoed in the crevices of his brain as his mind replayed the image of Jane stepping in front of him to take the bullet meant for him.

He stared at the moon more intensely, as he tried to block the memory. But, he couldn't. The images continued pushing through his mind.

His brain switched to the next image. The image of Jane falling to the floor as Roman screamed in the background. Shepherd stood in shock at what she had done. Shepherd cried out. The gun in her hand began to shake as she aimed the gun at Kurt again. She didn't get the next shot out before Roman shot her from the behind. Shepherd fell to the ground. She drew her last breaths of life staring at Jane. A couple of tears welled up in her eyes. Before she passed, Shepherd coughed out a short, "I'm sorry Remi….I'm sorry."

Kurt knelt to the ground as he held Jane in his arms."Jane! Stay with me! You can do this- just hold on. I'm here. I'm here with you," Kurt said as he held back the tears that clouded his eyes. Kurt looked up at Roman. Roman's eyes were glazed over as he looked at him. Roman kneeled down beside Jane and held her hand as he sobbed softly.

Kurt moved again on the rain-soaked bench trying to escape his memories. But, the memories, just like Jane, seemed always to flood his mind.

He had stayed with her in the hospital. When the weeks and days grew longer, so did his beard. He made himself a permanent home in the hospital as he waited, hoped, and prayed for her to wake up. His team and Roman would come during the day, but at nights the horrible tasting hospital coffee kept him company. It also didn't help that he took it black with no sugar. He would sip on the dark black tar as he talked with Jane stroking her hand softly.

Kurt shifted on the bench again, but instead of trying to erase the next image from his mind - he welcomed it.

The image of Jane's eyes as they fluttered open made him smile. He remembered how he moved his hand to cup her cheek as he gently moved her face towards his. "Hey," he softly whispered to her. She looked at him in confusion, but the confusion quickly melted as she smiled back at him.

Jane recovered quickly, and instead of Kurt talking to himself during the nights - he and Jane sipped on the disgusting black liquid as they laughed at past memories. As Jane grew strength - Kurt healed.

Kurt let out a short gasp as he inhaled a couple raindrops. He tried to stop the following images from invading his mind, but he couldn't. He thought back to the last moment he saw her.

"Kurt," Jane said smiling as she mindlessly smoothed the white hospital sheets in front of her with her hands. "Can you get some coffee, Kurt?" she asked.

Kurt smiled as he furrowed his brow, "You actually want some of the hospital's coffee?"

"No," Jane laughed. "Get some good coffee - from that place by 6th and Main."

"Charlie's? You call that good coffee?" Kurt asked as he curled his nose.

"You don't? Come on Kurt…it's good coffee," Jane urged.

"You have no idea what you have been missing," Kurt replied.

"Really?" Jane's eyes widened as she gave him a teasing look.

"There is this place a couple blocks from the NYO…" Kurt started.

"Joe's coffee? No…come on!" Jane interjected in disgust.

"You don't like it? How can you not like it?" Kurt asked in confusion.

"I have taste," Jane teasingly retorted.

"Oh, really?" Kurt said as he tried to look hurt, but the smile on his face showed otherwise.

"Can you get the coffee please?" Jane pleaded "If I have to swallow down another coffee here I may die,"

"Jane Doe dying of bad coffee… that is something I would like to see," Kurt laughed.

"Coffee. Please!" She pleaded "Don't make this death a reality."

"Fine," he said as he kissed her head and headed out the door. He opened the door as he turned around to face her to say, "I'll be back in thirty minutes with your disgusting coffee."

Jane shook her head as she smiled back at him. Kurt turned around again to leave as Jane spoke up, "Kurt… Thanks. Thanks for everything."

Kurt smiled at Jane as he lightly pounded the door frame with his fist before he left.

When he came back she was gone. He dropped the coffee on the floor in shock. As the coffee spread onto the ground, Kurt scanned the room. She had left nothing behind other than a small note on top of her bed.

He picked up the note as he intensely read her intricate handwriting. "Sorry Kurt, but the only way for me to keep you out of this mess was for me to walk away. They tried to kill you once. I won't let that happen again. Sandstorm is looking for me now. The farther away I am from you, the safer you are."

Kurt tried to come back to his current reality, as he sought to erase the images that seemed to have infiltrated every part of his brain. Sometimes he wished he could erase the memories of her from his brain so it would hurt less. But, she was the only one that gave him hope in this cruel universe...Even if she left him.

He didn't go looking for Jane. He knew that she didn't want that, but he always had hope in the saying, "If you love something set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If not, it was never meant to be."

He had faith that he would see her again… and that is why he was waiting in the rain and cold on a park bench.