: Chapter I (II): When the question is: 'how can the other do that?' Summary:

Jessica finds out something important and killgrave takes all the possible advantages

Chapter I (II): When the question is: 'how can the other do that?'

Jessica's POV

"No, I mean, you can move, but you don't have to leave. If anything, come back to your house. It's your home, and if there's an intruder, it's me," I explain to them, and watch as they return to their apartment.

I also go in, just to get the cell phone I left in the bedroom, I might need it.

"I took advantage of your hospitality. Consider yourselves free, as soon as I have left this house," I explain to them as they look at me, rather relieved.

I'm about to reach the threshold, when I realize that I can't leave his things here, they may contain clues, evidence that can help me convict Killgrave, something that can help Hope.

I don't feel like collecting everything, I'm not good at that kind of stuff. Besides, this family seems so willing to help...

I turn to them from my spot on the landing, waiting for the elevator.

"Could you please collect my bags and all of my belongings, and leave them outside the door? I would really appreciate it," I say with a kindness that I usually don't display.

The head of the family however, no longer seems to look at me with a friendly attitude.

"No way, we won't do such a thing for you! Go away once and for all and leave us alone," the man yells, as he's about to close the door.

Of course, now I understand.

I said that as soon as I left their home they would feel free again, and technically, now that I'm on the landing I'm no longer in their home.
That, and what I've asked for wasn't in the form of a command.

"Not so fast!" I quickly slip my shoe into the door before he can close it.

"I'll be back in a few hours, and when I return you will have put all of my belongings outside of this door," I order.

"Of course, Mr. Killgrave!" the man smiles at me affably, before closing the door.

What I've just done is awful.
Simply awful.
However, I also feel a rush of adrenaline.

I do not like it. This power is going to my head.

Killgrave's POV

All in all, I'm doing pretty well.
I used the elevator without breaking any buttons, I opened the door without breaking it, and now I'm walking down the street, quietly, without drawing attention.

I hope no goddamn hero situation arises because I really don't want to act like one.

Not without my Jessica.

I cross a street where there is a building surrounded by a wall that's at least three meters tall.
There is no one around and Jessica has yet another power that I have yet to experience.
The shoes I'm wearing are very comfortable, and I'm beginning to understand why Jessica dresses like this.

I don't even need to find the momentum with my feet.
I just jump normally and within seconds I'm on top of that wall.
Fantastic!
I jump down with the same ease with which I went up.
Who knows if Jessica is also having fun with my powers.

Talk about the sun and here it shines.
The phone rings and it's her.

"Yup?"

"Killgrave, we absolutely have to meet."

Oh yes, my darling, we really have to.

"I was going to tell you, I think I'm near the haunted house you showed me yesterday, do we want us to meet in front of it?" I suggest.

"Sounds perfect to me. Fifteen minutes and I'll be there. "

"Ah-ah. My darling, let me remind you that you can no longer jump your way around. No, you'll have to take the slow route," I tease her.

"But I can get someone to give me a lift if I can't find a taxi," she replies.

"Ah-ah, then admit it: you like having my power!"

In response she hangs up, which amuses me even more.

One way or another, we both arrive on time for our appointment.

She's not wearing the suit I was wearing yesterday but it's still one of my favorites.
That purple shirt fits me... well, fits her to a T and she even bothered to put on a tie. Flawlessly, I might add.

"Will you stop looking at me like that?" She breaks the silence between us, nervous.

"Why? Aren't you watching me as well?" I challenge her, noticing her looks.

"Mine is an analytical eye. I was trying to understand something, but seeing you is even worse ... so it really happened," she mutters as we turn our gaze to the rubble.

When Jessica turns back to me, there is a different light in her gaze... or should I say mine?
And when I smile like that, there's always something dangerous that's about to happen.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask her.

"I didn't think you'd be naive enough to accept my invitation to meet."

Now she's even grinning.

If possible, I find her even more fascinating.

"Isn't that what you asked me?" I frown.

"Exactly, asked. But now I can command you," she replies triumphantly.

Oh, my darling, you are about to make a bitter discovery.

I pretend to be scared, knowing that it will make the revelation later that much more fun.

"Stay still and don't say a word," she orders, with a determined attitude.

At first I obey her, but only for a few seconds.

"Naah, being quiet and still is not for me!" I shrug with a bored attitude.

Jessica's expression is priceless as she backs away.

"What the fuck? It's not possible, it's not been twelve fucking hours, it hasn't even been twelve seconds... " she bites her lip, trying to figure it out.

"Oooh, that's right, Jessie, I didn't tell you yesterday at the police station, did I? I can't control you, not since that night you left me under that bus. Don't you remember how you left, ignoring my commands? What you did that night triggered something in your pretty brain, and you have become immune to the lure of my mind control," I inform her.

"You ... you can't control me anymore," she repeats, stunned.

"Isn't it ironic? My power no longer works on you, but..." with a quick movement I grab her throat and lift her off the ground with one hand, "...yours seem to work perfectly," I sneer.

She looks at me scared.

"It's so nice to have you at my complete mercy. I could kill you so easily... "

Jessica is truly terrified now.

"If it wasn't for the fact that I love you," I clarify, gently putting her back on the ground.

I don't even give her time to recover before I push her against the gate with little force or effort, and begin kissing her insistently, asking for access to her mouth...my mouth.
Perhaps she is still confused by the situation because she grants me access much earlier and with much less of a fight than I anticipated.
We kiss for a while, with the same intensity that we used to.
It would be more accurate to say that we are devouring each other's faces.
And God only knows how much I've missed this.

Jessica suddenly pushes me away.

"What the fuck is wrong with you," she blurts out, rubbing her mouth with her hands. "Christ! It's even more horrible to be kissed by ... yourself! "

"So you preferred it when I was kissing you, in my body," I provoke her, giggling.

"I didn't fucking say that," she growls, glaring at me furiously. "And anyway it didn't help!"

"What do you mean?" I look at her confused.

"I am still in your body and you are still in mine. If the way to break this spell is a kiss of true love, we're screwed," she comments.

"Well, at least there is true love from my side," I pout.

"Certainly not from mine," she barks.

"There's no need to point that fact out so harshly!" I roll my eyes.

"With you there is always the need!" She gets the last word.

You just need time, Jessica, I know it, and then you'll change your mind about me, about us.

"So how's it going," I ask her. "How do you like being in my shoes?"

"People really do everything you say, every single word... I almost evicted that family from their own home," Jessica makes me laugh. "And how is it being me?"

"I broke the door of your closet and ... it is better not to open anything in a nervous state!" I steal a smile from her.

"You have no idea how much furniture I broke in Dorothy's house in the early days," she laughs.

"I'll fix everything for you. Or, if you came back with me, it would be easier to get someone else to fix everything," I dare to suggest, pushing my luck.

"Forget it, I'm not going to force Malcolm to do those jobs!"

"Who, the junkie? But I wasn't referring to him, I was thinking more about hiring a cleaning company and a carpenter and then ... convince them that you have already paid them! "

Jessica seems to think about it and that amuses me.

"No, it wouldn't be fair!" Her conscience peeks out.

"What are your plans for today," I ask her.

"Right now I'm going to pick up your packed bags at the place you used to live, and then, I'm gonna hang out in a one-star B&B," she announces, but I wait for her to continue, "...where I will convince the owner that I have already paid for my stay," she concedes.

I'm about to tell her something, but she anticipates me.

"That's just because I have yet to figure out in which of your two hundred fucking tailored suits you keep your wallet," she snaps.

"Of course. And, tell me, how did you ask the McCarthys to pack all my things," I ask her.

"Who?!" Jessica looks at me strangely.

"The family that hosted me. Oh, come on, how rude, you didn't even bother to learn their names!"

"Don't talk to me about good manners. You have reduced their minor son to be your fucking shoeshine," he replies with an accusing tone.

"But at least I know his name: Charley!"

Jessica looks at me like she wants me to explode, but to me it just means that I've won this argument.

No, not yet. My victory is incomplete because she has not yet answered me.

"You're here, and between your panicked phone call and the time it took you to get here, you wouldn't have had time to pack my bags. So, tell me, how did you get them to do what you wanted," I insist.

"Breaking news, psychopath control freak, you don't always need extreme methods, sometimes you just need to talk to people, be a little friendly and ..."

"So, Jessica, how," I slyly corner her.

"He fucking ignored my kind requests so I had to order him," she admits, defeated.

Victory on all fronts.

"I'm going to go find your wallet so I can bring it to you and you pay the cleaning company and carpenter as they deserve," she sighs. "I know it's not honest money, but at least I want to hope you stole it from a fucking fat cat!"

How well you know me.

"So, see you tomorrow ..." she starts to walk away, but I stop her, holding her by the arm, without any super strength.

I certainly wouldn't want to accidentally remove one of her (my!) arms as I removed the closet door this morning.

She looks at me questioningly, but is quiet.

"Do you really want to go to that poor B&B?"

"And where else should I go? Going back to the McDudes's is out of the question! "

"McCarthys," I correct her.

"Yes, them," she snorts. "Staying in my apartment, with this appearance, is out of the question as well ..."

"I may have an alternative ..." I wink at her, mysteriously.

TBC

Notes:

If you know the first season, maybe you can understand what Killy is referring to;)

For now I stop it here, I'll make the rounds of updates (there is also the Barty Crouch Jr (Harry Potter)/ Aro (Twilight) crossover that he's calling me worse than the sirens with Ulysses) and then I'll go on with this one.
If in the meantime you want to tell me what you think you will make me super happy :)