Author's Note: To the anonymous guest who wanted to see more of Remi's evil deeds and her getting arrested and put under house arrest... I'm sorry! I've already made this fic way longer than I need to, plus we don't know exactly what her aims are yet. So this fic won't have any of that. Maybe when we're a bit further into season 4, I'll feel like writing something around that time.

This is the final chapter, just in time for the new season! Thank you to everyone who read along - I didn't think I'd be taking this so far, and if not for your enthusiasm, I probably wouldn't have written even half as much. :) I'll go back to the rest of my WIPs now!

Three days after Thanksgiving—almost three months later

She paused, her key to the apartment held a fraction of an inch from the lock, and took a deep breath. What if Kurt had decided he'd had enough of her bullshit, and wanted to move on? What if he'd found someone else? Someone less broken, less of a contradiction, more reliable?

I'll be here, waiting for you. It had been something to hold onto as she'd travelled—from South Africa back to Nepal, then to Japan and Berlin before ending up, almost inevitably, in Venice, where Kurt had proposed to her, and where she'd 'died' to get the bounty off her head.

Revisiting the memories each place held had laid some unanswered questions to rest in her mind, and the travel had quieted that part of her that had raged and kicked and screamed the whole time she was restricted from leaving Kurt's apartment. Their apartment. After almost a quarter of a year on the move, picturing the rooms of this place no longer made her want to escape, though she wasn't sure what effect actually stepping through the door would have.

Time to find out.

She ran her fingers quickly through her jaw-length hair—it had grown over the past year, but she'd only just felt the need to crop it back to how short it had once been—and finally fitted the key into the lock.

The apartment was different.

She recognised a lot of their belongings from before—some of the furniture, most of the kitchenware she could see at a glance—but the walls were green instead of blue, and all the soft furnishings were new to complement them. Instead of white, the kitchen tiles were a soft grey.

She set down her bag and walked slowly around the kitchen and living area, absorbing the new details. The apartment was still familiar, but things were different enough that she didn't even feel a twinge of foreboding at re-entering the space she'd been confined to for so many long months.

Distantly, she heard the shower running. Trust her to arrive at the one moment Kurt would be too busy to greet her when she walked in.

She wandered through to Bethany's room, finding it much the same as she remembered. She'd never spent much time in there during her house arrest, so Kurt must have decided not to change it.

Her pulse sped up a little as she entered the bedroom. Their bedroom, once. Then it had been hers alone once he'd caught on to her deception and the house arrest had begun, but before that…

She took off her boots and jacket, then lay on her back on the bed, closing her eyes and smiling a little. Kurt must have started sleeping in here again once she'd left. The bedding she was lying on was fresh—she could still smell the laundry detergent—but she could still faintly detect his unique, musky scent in the room.

Opening her eyes again, she cast an approving eye over the new décor—latte and mint with deep, chocolatey brown accents. It reminded her of a room she'd admired in a magazine a few months back. Knowing Kurt, he'd probably remembered.

The shower shut off, and she sprang to her feet, not wanting to greet him while lounging on the bed. That would be a little presumptuous.

She grabbed her boots and jacket and headed back into the living room, stashing them in their proper places just as he came down the hall, wearing only a towel around his waist.

"Remi, you made it."

Was she really about to have this conversation with him while he was so…naked? Especially considering the last time they'd had a conversation while he was wearing a towel?Trying not to show how nervous she was, she stepped forward to greet him. "Actually…it's Jane."

He watched her, tension held in his shoulders, as though he wasn't sure what she was saying. She couldn't read his expression, and that was probably intentional. Sometimes, when he didn't want her to know what he was feeling, he could manage a poker face for two or three minutes before he'd slip up and she'd be able to figure it out.

She wasn't about to wait that long to read him. "I travelled to a lot of places," she said, following the script she'd planned on her way home. "Put some puzzle pieces together in my head, and… Jane was the best version of me. I want to carry on at the FBI, or if that's not an option, maybe become a private investigator, do some activism in my free time... And I know I'm not ever going to be the Jane that you lost, not completely. But if you'll let me come home—"

Without a word, Kurt pulled her into his arms. He was still damp from the shower, and she couldn't help but laugh as her cheek met droplets of water he hadn't yet dried off, but his embrace was like a true homecoming, warm and accepting and unconditionally loving.

She fought back tears, clinging to him, as he murmured, "Jane. That's what you want me to call you?"

"If it's okay with you," she said hesitantly. "But if you'd rather not…"

Kurt pulled back enough to look into her face. "You are Jane. You remember all the time we've shared, everything we've experienced together. Back when you couldn't remember most of your past, you were slowly getting those memories back. Eventually, you would have ended up this way even if the ZIP poisoning hadn't made things more complicated."

Jane searched his face for any hint of uncertainty or deception, but found none. He was watching her with such love, so clearly glad she was here with him.

"Okay," she murmured. "Then I guess I'm home."

"I'm gonna go get dressed," he said. "Then I want to hear about your trip."

She watched him turn and walk down the hall, frozen for a second. He was her husband, he'd come out to welcome her home the second he'd realised she was back, wearing nothing but a towel…and she was going to do nothing but just hug him hello?

He couldn't have been any more understanding or any more accommodating of her needs. It was time she got over herself and stopped holding back.

"Kurt?" She called, just before he reached the bedroom door.

He turned, ready as always to hear what she needed, the remnants of his smile still on his face.

Jane crossed the distance between them swiftly, not giving herself time to change her mind. She slid her hand to the back of his neck and brushed her lips tentatively against his, unsure if he was ready to go back to this level of intimacy so soon after her return.

Kurt broke the kiss after a moment, searching her expression for one long, charged instant. Then he drew her into a kiss so heated and desperate that she gasped, swaying forward to kiss him back with just as much force.

He lifted her effortlessly and carried her into their bedroom, the move reminding her of their first time together. This time, though, when he allowed her to slide down his body so that her feet touched the ground, she sank all the way to her knees, taking the towel that had been around his waist with her.

"I was just about to ask you if I was moving too fast, but…" he started, but then trailed off with a soft groan as she gave the head of his cock a teasing lick.

He tangled his fingers in her hair, silently encouraging her as she took him into her mouth. How long had it been since she'd last tasted him? It must have been almost a year, maybe even more. She didn't even have to wonder if he'd been with anyone else while they'd been abstinent—he took his marriage vows seriously.

Although she'd thought about it a lot while she'd been under house arrest, she hadn't been able to bring herself even to kiss him since she'd gotten her memories back. She'd been so confused by everything, hadn't wanted to get his hopes up that she was staying when part of her wanted to flee, and that had resulted in them acting like they were just friends for what seemed like an eternity.

She wasn't confused anymore. Her doubts were gone, her inner demons were temporarily silent, and she was completely focused on enjoying her homecoming. Still on her knees, she sucked and licked and stroked Kurt's cock until his thighs began to tremble and he pulled her to her feet with a breathless, "Not yet."

Jane wrapped her arms around his neck and lost herself in his kisses as he pulled off her clothing, unwinding from him just enough that he could get rid of various items before they fell together onto the bed.

Kurt pulled her on top of him for another fierce, needy kiss, then urged her up onto her knees. When he slid down the bed, simultaneously nudging her further up his body, a thrill of anticipation rippled through her.

Careful not to smother him, she lowered herself within reach of his talented mouth, grabbing the headboard for balance as he tasted her. He knew her body so well that he could have gotten her off within a minute—but he teased her instead, ratcheting up her anticipation with kisses and nips before giving her clit a couple of delicious moments of attention, then trailed off again as she gasped obscenities and tried not to just grind down against his mouth. When he slipped a finger inside her to tease the sweet spot that made everything so much more intense, she almost sobbed his name, biting back a torrent of pleas.

He finally showed her mercy, focusing on her clit and stroking over her G-spot until she forgot herself and ground down against his tongue, her head thrown back as she shook with the force of her climax. Kurt didn't stop, didn't try to ease her up again, just let her take what she wanted as she writhed against his mouth. A second orgasm built quickly, and as she shattered again with a sharp, triumphant cry, he eased out from under her, only to flip her onto her back on the bed and bury his face between her legs again.

"Oh, no… I can't…" She lifted her head, already knowing he'd be watching her, relishing every movement she made, savouring every gasp and sigh.

His mouth was occupied, but his eyes were amused, and she could practically hear his thoughts. Yeah, you can. And you will.

And she did, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket beneath her as the ecstasy built to an almost violent crescendo, swift but intense. As soon as she could think again, she reached down to his head, unsure if she was encouraging him or trying to push him away.

He pushed two fingers inside her, three, targeting just the perfect spot as he gave her clit the lightest, most frustrating kiss.

"No," she gasped out. "No teasing, not now…"

His laughter vibrated through her clit as he heeded her words, letting her grind against his tongue as he fucked her with his hand. It seemed to take forever to build up to the fourth orgasm, but it was worth the wait, rolling over her in strong waves that tried to push out his fingers.

"Kurt… Come here…"

Breathlessly, she reached for him, and he moved up into her embrace, his kiss tasting of her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, silently inviting him to take her, and as he pushed deep inside her, she wondered how she could have waited all those months.

Remembering what she'd asked him the last time they'd done this, she asked, "Think I'll fuck like Jane again?"

Kurt gazed down at her, amusement and desire in his eyes. "I'll let you know when we're done."

Then they were moving together, friction and heat, ebb and flow, finding their rhythm as easily as if they'd never been apart. Jane slid her hands down to his ass, up his back, over his shoulders, relearning the feel of his muscles as he took her with steady thrusts that reignited the need he'd quenched with his tongue.

As if he could sense her mounting urgency, he increased his pace, giving her a quick, hard kiss before lifting his head to watch her unravel. She gazed up at him as they rocked together, tracing his stubbled jaw with her fingers before gripping his ass again, pulling him in as deep as she could.

"I missed you so much," he told her, his voice husky.

She nodded agreement, too overcome by the moment to speak, her climax almost within reach. Reading her body's cues, Kurt began to take her faster, more forcefully, and she held him close, loving the feel of his chest brushing her sensitive nipples every time he moved. He drove her over the edge within a few more seconds, and she clung to him as though he was her lifeline, riding it out as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Exhausted and fulfilled, she dug her nails into his ass, knowing the tiny taste of pain would push him into his own climax. As he groaned her name and ground his hips against hers, spilling within her, she murmured wordless appreciation against his neck.

Last time they'd done this, they'd separated as soon as possible, lying side by side on the bed and wishing things were different. This time, Kurt rolled onto his back with Jane held securely against him, and she lifted her head to smile down at him.

His eyes were a little glazed with pleasure as he told her, "Yeah. That was definitely Jane."

"That was only one of the many positions that we need to test out, though." She kissed him again.

"I'm gonna need a minute," he told her, a little regretfully.

"That's okay. I'll probably need an hour." She snuggled against him, thoroughly satisfied.

After a couple of minutes, as he pulled a blanket over their cooling bodies, Kurt said, "I know it might be a little too soon to say it, and I don't expect you to say anything back. But…I still love you. The way you are now."

Feeling the mild sting of tears against her eyelids, Jane turned her head to stare at him. "Kurt…"

He gave her a quick kiss, quieting her, then tucked the blanket in against her shoulder before lying down again. "I know you hated the house arrest, and I know we kept our distance from each other for a long time. But I never stopped loving you. Even when I wasn't sure you'd ever remember our life together."

Remi would have considered him weak, foolish, easy to manipulate. Jane knew that, but felt none of it. She had Remi's memories, but her past self was wrong.

Kurt was strong, and his love for her made him stronger. The trust he was placing in her humbled her, and for a moment she was speechless.

Then she knew she had to stomp down on that final part of Remi that was still dominant inside her. The part that was afraid to let other people get close. It had kept her from voicing her true feelings since she'd woken up in the hospital, but when the alternative was letting Kurt doubt how she felt about him, she could no longer be silent.

"I love you," she said, her voice close to breaking. "I love you so much."

His smile made her heart skip as he pulled her close, stroking her hair as she snuggled against him. As though he sensed she had more to say, he waited for her to gather her thoughts.

"I had a dream while I was coming out of the coma." In as few words as she could, she explained the way she'd seen Remi and Jane, and the bodies piled up on either side of the conflict with Sandstorm. The way Jane had told her to fight for justice, not terror. The way Remi had stood with Shepherd, defiant and self-righteous in a field of corpses.

"And then it was just you and me. You told me I had to decide where I stand, but that you'd be with me the whole way. And you hugged me, and that was when I realised it wasn't just Jane that loved you. It was the new me too, the combination of Remi's memories and Jane's. I woke up knowing that I loved you."

Kurt hadn't interrupted as she'd talked, but now she'd finished, he turned her face to his for a soft, lingering kiss. "You kept quiet for a long time."

"I was scared," she admitted, a little ashamed. "I wasn't sure who I was going to be, what I was going to do with my life, if I was gonna end up in supermax... I didn't want to get your hopes up that things were going back to normal if that couldn't happen."

Kurt gave her a knowing look. "And you were afraid I'd tell you I could only love you if Remi wasn't such a big part of you."

She closed her eyes, facing the truth that she'd tried to keep hidden even from herself. "Yeah. I was."

Kurt kissed her again, more firmly than before. It matched his tone when he said, "I love you unconditionally. Sure, when you had no memories of being Jane and were running around New York planning to explode things, that made it pretty difficult to like you. I sure as hell didn't trust you. But I still loved you, still worried about you, still wanted to protect you and keep you safe. Not that I would have helped you or turned against the FBI, but I wasn't just trying to neutralise a terrorist threat. I was trying to make sure you didn't do something you couldn't come back from."

"Some of the things I did are pretty hard to live with," she admitted, shame heating her face.

"It's gonna take time to deal with all this. Probably more therapy, too," he added, making her laugh a little, "but your dream version of me was right. I'll be with you the whole way."

"I love you," she whispered again, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back down to a horizontal position.

"Easier to say that time?" he asked.

She smiled against his neck. "A little."

"How about the apartment? Do you love that?" He didn't pull back to watch her, but from the way he went still, she could tell her answer mattered to him.

"I really do," she said, turning her head and opening her eyes to take another look at the new décor. "Did you do this right after I left? I can't smell paint or anything, so…"

He finally released her enough that they could see each other's faces as they talked. "Yeah. I thought about what might help you feel better about coming home. I really don't want to sell this place. Some of my favourite memories with you are here. But if you still have issues with it because of the house arrest, we can talk about it a little more."

Jane shook her head. "Kurt, you did all this just for me. I don't need anything else. I just need to be able to walk outside whenever I feel like it, which I can do now—unless there's something you're not telling me…"

"Nope. You're free to come and go as you please." He traced his finger over her neck tattoo. "Just let me know if you're gonna stay away for a while."

"I don't need to go away again. I'm right where I want to be."

He kissed her again, relief and love in his expression. "Know what? So am I."