Summary:

Fluff of the fluffiest types

Notes:

Warning: Fluff. But heavy one, the one that clings to you and then you can't break free anymore ... the one that the Dentist will gloat when he'll present you the fee because of all the sugariness.

You might come across Killy who is worse than children who took too much sugar, Jessica who has the patience of a saint, darts, candies, various and possible missions and well-targeted puns in a chapter that I thought would be very short XD ... are sure you want to read? ^^ '
I warned you eh, then don't say I didn't XD

AKA JFK

" So what do we do now? " Kevin asks, once they get home.

"Why are you using plural as if it implies that we have to do something together?" Jessica points out, grumpy. "I have my investigations to carry out, you do what you want!"

"To verify the effects of my commands concerning memory I will have to wait at least four days ... what can I do before then?" he protests.

"Well, as far as I know TV should be hosting your favorite team's rugby match today ..." Jessica tries to catch his interest as she goes to her studio and he follows her.

"Nope, I don't want to!"

"Baseball, then!" she makes another attempt.

"No, no sports, no things to watch on TV. I need more dynamism. " he points out.

"Why don't you get Daniel to give you more cooking lessons then?" Jessica suggests, sitting down at her desk and turning on the laptop.

"I do not want to!" he mumbles, sitting on the desk.

"Maybe you can get Ingrid to teach you how to iron shirts in that flawless perfect way... no, wait, I don't want you to!" she growls, making him laugh.

The fact that she and Daniel are now a happy couple does not, however, bring that Swedish Barbie into her favor.

"Pay an unexpected visit to Trish, so you can get interviewed as a freak, right? Maybe you can test if your power works on the radio, too? With the hospital phone you did your best ... or your worst! " she mumbles at the memory.

Killgrave smiles, but shakes his head negatively.

"Shopping to increase your wardrobe?" Jessica makes another attempt, starting to run out of her patience.

"Naaah, mine is rich enough, however, wait ... do you want us to shop for yours?"

"Forget it, I'll never go back to being your remote controlled doll!" she snaps. "And then I meant activities that involve you walking away. I have to work!" she makes things clear.

'"But I'm bored!" Kevin shows his disappointment, snorting.

"Damn, it's true you never stop being a fucking ten!" she snaps, holding her head in her hands.

Kevin gets up from the desk, quickly walks around and joins Jessica, staring at the screen with her.

"I can help you with your investigation!"

And no, it's not a question.

Jessica pulls the laptop closer, glaring at the persuader.

"Hell fucking no! This is serious stuff, cases that take years and years of knowhow, a lot of reasoning, mental ruminations ... you are at the 'pathetic amateur' level! " she asserts, sour.

"Then give me again a mission suited to my level," he urges her.

"I don't think you exactly jumped with joy when I gave you the cat mission!" she looks at him, bewildered.

"At first, but then, all that brainstorming work, the interrogations, the research, the resolution of the case ... I liked it, I want to do it again." Killgrave argues. "If you don't want me to use my power for evil things, you have to show me the way I should channel it."

"I don't know what else I could make you do, right now, off the cuff ..." she becomes thoughtful.

"What if I go out and I create a problem on my own? So then I can solve it!" he decides, almost as enlightened.

Jessica's hand grabs him firmly by the jacket before he can walk away.

"Stop there, earthquake on two legs, give me at least twenty minutes so I can find your perfect duties!" She gives up, retrieving her laptop, but this time for a completely different kind of research, while the charmer watches her with a pleased smile.

"But ... don't look!" she turns the monitor completely towards herself. "You wanted to put the darts in the study, didn't you? That's it, play with it, while I look for something suitable for you, "she suggests as a compromise and this time she manages to convince him, trying hard not to mock him for his bad aim.

About twenty minutes later, Jessica hands him the case list to keep him busy with, providing all the basic information.

"A quarrel to settle in a neighborhood... this is a cup of cake, a stolen bike... well this will lead to some interrogation, I like it... and... an old lady to help cross the street, if I find one? But the latest is not even an investigation! " Kevin mutters, reading the list.

"But it's a good deed, it certainly doesn't hurt you!" Jessica retorts, as she picks up the darts that have missed the target and are stuck in the panel... all of them, for the record.

"It's a really difficult game .. and I was at a considerable distance ..." the persuader mumbles in his defense.

In response, Jessica takes a single dart, goes to the desk, which is the most distant point possible, and throws it firmly, sticking it in the precise center of the target.

"Oh yes, it's really very difficult, indeed!" She enjoys humiliating him, before he leaves, with the list in his hand and his tail between his legs.

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It is sunset when Kevin returns and finds Jessica exactly where he left her.

"I bet you haven't even eaten," he comments and his tone is reproachful.

"Here's my lunch!" she replies, holding up a pack of skittles. "They are great with whiskey, well ... even this fake one!" she shrugs, pointing to the bottle.

He doesn't even try to argue, he knows better.

- At least it's not real alcohol!- he ponders with relief.

"Was it at least a productive afternoon?" he asks, sitting on the desk.

It must be one of his favorite spots.

"Hell yeah, I'm this close from solving a case, a serious one!" she informs him, indicating a tiny distance between thumb and forefinger as she munches on a couple of candies. "And I also received a new request."

"Good for you," he smiles, grabbing the packet of colorful candy.

Jessica watches him as he just pulls out the purple candies, arranging them on the desk.

"Fuck, Killgrave, you're obsessed with it, get some treatment!" she rolls her eyes.

He gets up and leaves the study, without saying a word, but he's back about ten minutes later, waving a bag of black licorice tablets.

He pulls one out, also picks up a purple candy from the desk and puts it in Jessica's mouth, who instinctively opens her lips.

"Don't you think they taste great together?" he asks her, doing the same.

Reluctantly , Jessica finds herself nodding, that mix is really explosive.

"However, they're just stupid candies, let's not make a deal out of it!" she barks.

This is before Kevin reaches out to her quickly and steals an unexpected kiss from her.

Just as Jessica is about to delve into it, Kevin moves away, victorious.

"You're right, my dear, I taste much sweeter." he smiles slyly, while she has yet to recover.

- That's damn true too!- the detective must recognise, before changing the subject.

"Seriously, have you already completed all the things I gave you to do?"

"Quarrel to quell? Oh please! " he answers, with a braggart attitude. "The stolen bike? Yes, that one, I grant you, it took me a little longer, but the owner of the shop near the place of the theft was very cooperative in showing me the surveillance cameras and then finding someone who knew the culprit was easier than to breathe, "he continues. "Perhaps the most complicated thing of all was the old woman to help cross the street, I couldn't find any, so I went to the nearest hospice, invited one of them to follow me and made her cross Fifth Avenue. And then I left. "

"What?! Did you really leave a poor old woman, probably suffering from Alzheimer's, abandoned on the busiest street in New York? " Jessica recapitulates, stunned.

"Well, wasn't that what you asked me?" he shrugs nonchalantly.

"Killgrave, remind me to stick only to the missions to give you and never ask you again for any selfless good deed!" she squeezes her temples with one hand.

"Bad good deed aside, it's still a remarkable achievement. Why don't we climb a level higher, mm?" she suggests to him after a few moments of silence.

"In the sense that I have to climb on something to solve the cases that you entrust me, like pulling a stupid cat down from a tree?" he becomes suspicious, not liking that prospect.

Jessica giggles.

"No felines or animals of any kind this time, I promise."

"So what do you mean?" he questions her.

"This afternoon a mother phoned me, worried that her thirteen year-old son is hanging out with bad company..."

"At thirteen? Very likely! " he nods.

"Don't interrupt! I was saying, in that woman's house, jewels and precious things are constantly disappearing from her bedroom. The woman is convinced that her son takes drugs and sells that stuff to get the fix " she finishes explaining to him.

"So what am I supposed to do? Find the brat and get him to go rehab? Even if I did, my command would last a few days ... "

"Number one, we don't know yet if he actually needs to buy the fix. Number two, find out why he behaves that way, that's what I'm asking you to do. " she clarifies.

"Because with you he would be a bit evasive, while with me he would feel an inexplicable desire to tell me the truth, isn't it?" he chuckles.

"Exactly, you, nothing but an inflated balloon! You have a terrifying power, but it can also be useful, if used in the right way, so get busy! " Jessica replies, giving him all the information about it.

The teenager in question lives in Turtle Bay, on Forty-eighth street, easily accessible, even without vehicles.

"Today I would say that you have done too much, but tomorrow ... what do you say, should we go for a ride over there?" she suggests.

Kevin's face lights up with enthusiasm.

"Does that mean you'll come with me too?"

Jessica gets up from her desk, walking towards him.

"Well yes, I will check you, not because I don't trust you, but because I like to see you in action ..." she confesses, before giving him an appreciative smack on the butt "You are sexy when you do!" she winks, before walking away and leaving Kevin stunned.

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The following afternoon, a detective and her more than willing assistant set out along the tree-lined avenues of that neighborhood, before reaching the right apartment.
The mother has already been informed and is waiting for them in the living room.

"Hello, thanks again for accepting my request, Cale just got back from school, he's in his room, you can go." the lady informs them.

She is a middle-aged woman, her eyes are surrounded by dark circles that prove her constant state of apprehension for her son.

"Hi, Cale, can we disturb you?" Jessica is as affable as possible, opening the door to the boy's room which fortunately is not locked.

A tall, thin teenager, with brown curls and hazel eyes, hidden by the slightly thick lenses of his glasses, looks at them suspiciously.

"Who the heck are you?"

"Why are you stealing from your mother? Do you take drugs and do you need them for the fix? Tell us the truth immediately! " Killgrave cuts it short.

"They blackmail me." the boy immediately confesses, surprising himself.

He had sworn he would never mention it to anyone.

"Who is blackmailing you? Why? How? Tell us everything. "

"There are bullies in school ... they saw me kiss Simon, no one knows I'm gay ... so I'm buying their silence, at any price." he confesses.

If he had told Jessica that it might have been any far-fetched excuse to keep up appearances, but it was Killgrave who had asked those questions.
That was the absolute truth.

"Oh well, at least your mother will be much more relieved when she knows what's what," Jessica comments. "Without telling her everything, I mean, only that there are bullies who blackmail you, for another reason that we will invent. You will tell her the rest one day, when and if you feel ready. " she clarifies, with complicity.

"No, wait, you can't tell her such a thing! She will never let me leave the house again, she would be too worried for me... "the boy alarms.

"Not only will we tell them, but we will solve this problem once and for all. Those bullies will pay for it with their own coin, " the charmer decides, surprising Jessica.

After all, she just asked him to find out the truth.

"I bet they nag you every day, don't they, Cale?" he continues.

"Every day, at recess time ..." the teenager informs him.

"Good. Tomorrow we will not be caught unprepared! " the man winks at the boy. "Do you have a cell phone?"

"Yep, strangely they haven't taken that away from me yet."

"They won't dare bother you anymore, when I'm done with them, just get ready to capture the moment." the charmer instructs him.

"What do you have in mind, Killgrave?" Jessica looks at him suspiciously.

"Why don't you come and assist on your own?" Kevin suggests.

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The next day, punctual as clockwork, the three bullies isolate Cale in a deserted corner of the large courtyard.

What they do not expect is that an elegant and handsome man of about forty joins them, with an icy expression.

"What's the matter, Cale, did you take your father with you? This won't change anything, I can punch that fop like nothing, it takes a lot more than a look to scare me! " the first bully laughs, the most massive of the three.

"He's not my father," Cale specifies. "But he means trouble for you!"

"Well, we have five minutes before recess ends." Killgrave mutters, with a wicked grin. "Let's do something quick."

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"Did you make them drop their pants and pose in intimate moments while Cale filmed everything?" Jessica summarizes, as they walk away from school.

She has witnessed it all, staying hidden.

"A prickly secret must be fought with another prickly secret, it doesn't matter if it is fake, it's the photos and videos that talk!" Killgrave replies, all pompous.

"It's bastard enough to be your style ... I would have solved it with a good fist fight!" she mumbles.

"To each their own style, my darling." he makes her smile. "And now let's go collect payment for the solved case."

"Such as 'money we're going to spend next week on our booze night', right?" Jessica winks.

She 'll never tell him, but she's getting a taste for it.

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Seven days from the last visit the two made to Trish, Jessica and Kevin consider it a time long enough to go and test the effects of their experiment.

"Is there Malcolm also here?" Jessica asks as her sister opens the door.

"Why should he be here? It is not that we live in constant symbiosis. Okay, yes, we're a couple, but personal spaces are of vital importance and... "Trish begins her tirade.

"So?" the brunette insists.

"He's in bed, sleeping." the blonde decides to confess. "Reason why you should keep your voice low."

"I don't see why, since we need him too." Killgrave counters, raising his voice deliberately. "Malcolm, wake up and come here, now!" he orders, but then makes his considerations. "Get dressed first, though!" he adds, for good measures.

Within minutes, Malcolm joins them in the room, in presentable condition.

"What's the matter? Do you still want guinea pigs for your experiments?" the AfroAmerican boy mutters, hugging Trish protectively.

"No, thanks, we're still stuck on the first one." Jessica shrugs. "So, Trish, did you remember that thing I told you?"

"What did you say to me? Was it important? Was it for your investigation? Was it for my job? " the speaker grows agitated.

"Okay, you don't remember." she deduces. "What about you, Malcolm?"

"Uh?" he looks at her with an expression still half asleep that is enough answer to her.

"Ah, so last week you made me forget something!" Trish figures out. "That's what your experiment was. Well, Jessica Campbell Jones, I don't like someone playing with my mind, so give me that memory back now or I swear... " Trish snarls.

"Patsy, forget that Jessica told you you forgot that thing she had told you and I made you forget." Killgrave intervenes in time, calming her down instantly. "And you must do the same!" he adds, looking at Malcolm.

"Uh?" Jessica's former neighbor looks confused again.

"Damn, saying that was worse than a tongue twister." Kevin whispers to Jessica, amusing her, as they walk to the exit.

"Why are you leaving already? You have just arrived." Trish asks them perplexed.

"You know what? We just wanted to drop by and say hello, I have to get this damn sociopath used to socialize a little!" Jessica justifies themselves before they leave.

"Well, well, we established that my memory commands no longer have an expiration date!" Killgrave proudly comments on the way back.

"Just what you needed, right? Even more power! " she rolls her eyes. "Sometimes I wonder if it didn't work with yourself too!"

"What do you mean?" he frowns.

"How do you sleep at night knowing the horrible things you've done? It is clear that you must have forgotten them. " she speculates.

"I remember them one by one ... I just don't find them so horrible!" he shrugs, once again proving how selective his conscience is.

"The maid in Mykonos who made a mistake ironing your shirt? You made her iron her arm! " she reminds him, still distressed.

"And from then on she never made a mistake!" he points out.

"The waiter in Paris who in your opinion looked at me too insistently? You made him use the dish soap as if it was eye drops! "

"Oh yes, I still seem to hear his screams!" he grins.

"You made his father abandon a child, in the middle of a road, just because you needed a fucking driver!" she reminds him of. "I wasn't there this time, but as soon as they told me I didn't doubt for a moment that you would be perfectly capable of such an awful thing!" she looks at him with disdain.

"If he was like my father, I only made that child a favor!" Killgrave retorts.

"It's not like if you had a shitty family, everyone must have it automatically, they were happy and you destroyed them." Jessica puts him in front of the reality of the facts.

As it rarely happens, Kevin doesn't know how to answer back.

"I'm sorry about what happened to you as a child, I'm serious, but that doesn't authorize you to ruin other people's lives." she adds.

"I can find him, I can fix things, I can make everyone forget everything that has happened, since by now we have discovered that there are no deadlines for that type of command of mine." he points out. "I can restore a perfect happy family, since, apparently, there are some."

Jessica looks at him in amazement.

"Would you really do that?" he asks.

- Did his selective consciousness give any sign of life?- she wonders.

"Yes, even if it is not a mission that you entrust to me to get to the cases with pictures on the wall..."

"And you are already at seven resolved cases, I admit I have underestimated you." she smiles at him.

"This task instead is an extra, I will not gain anything, but I feel that at least I have to try."

Jessica hugs him, moved, regardless of whether they are still on the street, in the midst of passers-by, but above all oblivious to the fact that she shouldn't make a gesture like that.

She wouldn't give a damn not even if Hogarth or Inspector Costa saw them.

"Kevin, it's amazing to hear you talk like that. I don't know if yours is just a fucking play, but if so, continue the staging, because even the idea that you can really change so much is too good to disappoint me. " she murmurs, close to him.

"No acting, Jessica, you just make me a better man." he perjures, stroking her hair without doing anything else so as not to spoil the moment.

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Kevin's promise has become a matter of principle for him and with Jessica's help they discovered that his victim's wife has taken refuge with her son in Chicago and that's where they are headed.

Jessica didn't prove to be very upright when Kevin told the hostess that theirs was the millionth booking and therefore they would travel for free.

Now they are at the proper terminal, waiting for their flight.

Kevin is all focused on looking at something and following his gaze Jessica realizes that it is the sign of the airport, shown on a billboard.

"What do you find so fascinating about it?" she asks him, also to break that silence.

"JFK. J. F. K. It almost seems like a sign of destiny, don't you think? " he smiles. "And as Valentine's Day approaches, maybe I could have it extended into 'Jessica fancies Killgrave' and leave it exposed all day long," he suggests with a cocky smirk. "It also works as well for 'Jones fancies Kevin.' if you prefer." he adds smugly.

"I don't fucking prefer anything! In your dreams! " she barks.

"Maybe it's better 'Jessica fucked Killgrave', right?" he suggests as a blatant variant.

"Can we reevaluate 'Jessica fancies Kevin'?" she compromises, before thinking about it better. "Actually, no, better yet, 'Jessica fought Killgrave', much more appropriate!"

"'Jessica followed Killgrave'?" he tries.

"Because she was forced to!" she specifies. "Well, if I have to be honest about that... it wasn't even that necessary. I would also have done it on my own free will. "

"What ..." Kevin is almost afraid to ask her.

"Oh come on, you moron, didn't you notice I was smiling at you long before you ordered me to? You must have serious self-esteem problems if you thought you had to use your powers to ask me out, " she continues, with nonchalance.

"But ..." he stumbles.

"Of course, the magic would break as soon as you acted like the ruthless asshole you were at the time; which means five minutes later and then you should have used your powers to keep me there with you. " she reveals.

Meanwhile, Kevin reflects on the things that, aware or not, Jessica has just revealed to him.

- She liked me right away. She no longer considers me a ruthless asshole. -

"Why not ' Jessica fooled Killgrave '? You know, that Chinese dinner thing... "she resumes that innocent game between them.

From the face he makes to her, the detective figures out that the persuader is still quite touchy about it.

"Okay, a more harmless thing like 'Jessica fed Killgrave'?" she corrects herself.

"With what do you usually cook? It is more suitable 'Jessica finished Killgrave'! " he enjoys teasing her.

"What an ungrateful bastard! You deserve a 'Jessica forsakes Killgrave'!" she snaps.

"Oh please, there is zero chance that could happen, the same as 'Jessica forgets Killgrave', not even if I still had control over you and ordered it!" he counters.

That is before he becomes more taciturn, interrupting that game.

"What's up?" Jessica asks him after a while.

"Will there ever be a 'Jessica forgives Killgrave'?" he asks, wavering

Jessica doesn't even have an answer to give herself, much less to him.

"Come on, Kevin, let's go board." is the only thing she says to him, getting up from her chair.

- At least she didn't say a sharp 'No, never!'- he silently rejoices, following her.


TBC

Notes:

Ehmm can you forgive me for all this super sweet sweetness? ^^ '
I know, maybe they may seem OOC but in my head they seem to work so perfectly ^^''s
probably my head has problems, but here we break down an open door. XD

Send so much love to that poor old woman stuck on Fifth Avenue, she's close to my heart <3 XD

Never like the newly awakened Malcolm who can't think straight <3 XD

At the scene of their first meeting, in the series, Jessica smiled when she saw Killy and that's long before he told her to #changemymind

I hope you liked it, but feel free to tell me everything