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Defenders Prompt Fest - Jessica Jones S3 spoiler prompts
This is the post for all prompts containing spoilers for Jessica Jones season 3!
Fills with spoilers may be left for prompts on the main prompt post (please put "SPOILERS" in the subject line so readers will know). You do not have to warn for spoilers here, since spoilers are assumed in all prompts and fills.
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FILL: Missing scene, post-S3, Malcolm & Gillian
Malcolm had slouched down the hall in last night's T-shirt and pants -- he didn't feel up to showering and dressing all over again just to go two doors away -- barely awake, so that was his excuse for not noticing that the door to Alias Investigations was ajar until he reached for the handle. The door swung further open, and he saw the window shades were pulled all the way up, revealing scrubbed glass, the floor was neatly swept, and there was a delicious odour of perking coffee just coming to another boil. He stepped inside and said "Ah" when he saw Gillian seated at her desk, eyes fixed on him, hands folded, Le Pliage tote standing to attention on the desktop next to her hands.
Malcolm scrubbed at the back of his neck, embarrassed by his stained shirt and general resemblance to Jess on a morning-after. "Uh. Morning."
Without blinking, Gillian said, "You need me. I know where everything is. And I'm getting a raise."
Malcolm nodded again, slowly, as if he were thinking it over (as if he had a choice). "Coffee come extra, or you throw that in for free?"
Gillian cast down her eyes, which showed off her long fake eyelashes and the dark bronze eyeshadow traced along her lid line, ending in a small cat's eye flick. Malcolm figured if she could manage perfect makeup at whatever ungodly hour she'd probably gotten up, she could handle Jessica's files no problem. She smiled at the ugly scarred fake wood desktop and unfolded her hands, stretching out her fingers. (Her nail polish was the same bronze as her eyeshadow, with a little more glitter.) "Oh, I think you can afford good coffee."
Malcolm gave in, not having the energy to put up a fight against someone who'd brushed their teeth without even needing to. "For now, anyway." He was torn between going back to his place to throw on a new shirt -- one with buttons, all the buttons, even -- and inhaling as much of that coffee as he could, but the smell seemed to lift him off his feet and draw him along against his will, like in an old cartoon. That was definitely not Jessica's can of Folger's that had been there since he'd known her. "You bought something -- new? Yourself?"
Gillian smiled fully at him, opening the bottom drawer to stow her bag away and flicking her laptop on at the same time. "To celebrate our grand re-opening, Valhalla Java." Malcolm opened his mouth to protest but she went on, "Fully tax-deductible as a de minimis fringe for us, as an office expense. See? You need me."*
*I'm pretending Trump's tax reform never happened, you are free to join me
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I loved her SO MUCH.
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one with buttons, all the buttons, even
Haha. This is a great character detail!
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FILL: Harlem's Purgatory
"Dark hair, leather jacket, eyes that look like they've seen things no one should ever have to see?"
"Real pretty, though. Tall."
"Jessica. Let her up." Luke Cage found himself straightening his tie, which he knew was ridiculous, considering how Jessica Jones had responded to his new look when he'd seen her last, just a few days before.
And then she was standing there, looking around his office, wide-eyed. "You've really come up in the world." A moment, as those eyes narrowed. "Do I want to know how you got there?"
Luke shook his head, wearily. "Probably not."
"How's Claire?"
"Gone. Awhile ago. She . . ." he hesitated. "She saw something in me that she didn't like. And she wasn't wrong."
"Lotta that going on, these days." Jessica focused her gaze somewhere over Luke's shoulder -- at first he thought it was at a painting on the wall, but then he realized she was just trying not to meet his eyes. "You told me to do the right thing. I did it. They took Trish to the Raft. And now I have nothing . . . no one. My last family, and I tossed her away like she was trash."
"Jessica, from what I hear, she was out of control. She was hurting people, and she was only getting started." Luke trailed off. He rose and poured her a drink, which she tossed down quickly, and put out the glass for a refill.
But she didn't drink it, not right away. Instead she leveled her gaze at him. "Damn you, Cage. You just . . . took off. I needed . . ." She stopped herself. "No, that can't be right. I don't need. There's no point in it." She tossed down the second drink, and rose to go. "One for the road?"
"Back to Hell's Kitchen?"
"No point. I gave the keys to Malcolm. Maybe he can make something of Alias Investigations. I need a new start, somehow." Again, she fixed him with her gaze, but this time there was no anger in it. She reached out her hand to take the drink he'd handed her, again tossing it down quickly, and picked up the small black bag that, Luke realized, must have been all she'd planned to take with her. "I was on my way out of town when something called me back. He can't win -- he can never win."
"He?" asked Luke. And then it struck him. "Kilgrave?"
"He can never win." She repeated herself. "And that means I can't give up. But for the moment, 'til I figure it out . . . I need . . . someplace to go."
"Harlem's Paradise?" And for the first time, Luke cracked a smile. "Only thing is, we've got a dress code here, and you're not in compliance."
"Like that ever stopped me before." Jessica did not smile in return, but for the first time, some of the darkness seemed to have lifted. Just a little bit. "When do you get off work?"
"Never," he said, looking around him with a glance, and making a decision. "But . . . let's go."
It only took them ten minutes to break the bed, but putting together the pieces of two lives that had gone so far astray -- that was going to take much longer.
If it could even be done at all.
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Oh, that's lovely.
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Matt defends Trish
(Anonymous) 2019-06-16 02:44 am (UTC)(link)FILL: The Sound of Rain
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It's raining outside the half-open window of Nelson, Murdock & Page. Matt finds the rain soothing, a calming white noise that takes the edge off the chaotic sounds and smells of the city, damping it down to a dull murmur in the back of his mind.
Still, he's still aware of familiar footsteps approaching Nelson's Meats on the sidewalk outside, and he looks up from the case files he's reading on the Braille display.
"Okay, I know that look," Foggy says. "Client coming? Or do we all need to hit the floor before the hail of bullets starts flying?" He's clearly joking but there's also just that tiny edge to his voice that means he's not a hundred percent sure it's a joke.
"It's Jessica," Matt says, and he's already out of his chair and over to the door to open it as her footsteps reach the top of the stairs.
"You always do that on purpose," she accuses him. She smells like rain, and booze, and blood and iodine.
"Yes, he does," Foggy says from across the room.
But Matt doesn't banter back. She's upset, and she's been in a fight recently. "Come on in," he says quietly, stepping out of the way. "Foggy, can you go down and see if your folks have some towels?"
"Oh, I'm your errand boy now --" Foggy begins, and then breaks off. Whatever Jessica looks like is enough to short-circuit the reflexive bantering they've fallen back into, slowly but surely recapturing their old pre-Daredevil rapport. "Yeah," he says, and there's a quick rustle and scrape -- getting out of his chair, offering their one and only client chair to Jessica before Matt has a chance to do it. "We've got coffee. Do you want coffee?"
"Yeah, sure." Her voice is rough and soft.
"I've got the coffee, Foggy. Just get the towels, okay?"
There's a soft intake of breath as if Foggy is going to say something, and then he says, "Yeah, I'll be right back, okay?" By the small sounds, and a general sense of their location in space, Matt can tell that Foggy starts to put a comforting hand on some part of Jessica (shoulder, arm), she pulls away, and he doesn't try again. "Yeah. Be right back." He closes the door as he leaves.
He won't be, not for a while. Foggy knows they need to talk alone. A deep wave of fondness washes over Matt: how could he have come so close to losing that?
Matt lets out a breath, and pours the coffee, quick and practiced. "Cream? Sugar?"
"No," she says quietly.
Matt leaves some space in the cup anyway. Her fingers brush his as she takes it -- they're very cold -- and there's a soft splashing and the smell of alcohol becomes suddenly sharp enough to make his eyes water.
"What do you need?" Matt asks simply. He doesn't take a seat behind the desk, but leans his hip on it instead, just in case whatever's happening will need a quick getaway. The suit is in the closet.
"Oh, stop looking like you're about to do a back flip out the window," Jessica says, sounding for a moment almost like her normal self. "It's not the guy with the horns I need. It's the lawyer."
"Are you in trouble?"
"Not me. Have you seen the news? I mean, not seen -- you know what I mean."
There's a tightness in Matt's throat, because he knows exactly what she's referring to. What hurts is that he hadn't realized how much it would have hurt her. He's only met Patricia Walker a couple of times, and as far as he knows, she and Jess have been estranged for some time now.
But you never stop loving people, once they get under your skin that way. No matter what.
"Yes," he says. "Does she have a lawyer?"
Jessica lets out a sound, a harsh laugh that's only a bare step from turning into a sob. "Jeri ... won't. And I'd rather have you."
"Yes. We'll do it."
Small rustles as she leans forward. "It's going to be a media circus at the very least, Matt, and you might get on the bad side of some very bad people. Not the Kingpin kind of bad, the US government kind of bad. They're going to try to put her in the Raft."
Matt finds himself smiling, a grim smile, a Jack Murdock smile. "I said we'll do it."
"Don't you want to consult with your partners first? They might have something to say about this."
"We've been wanting a test case against the Accords anyway." And he's thinking, Trish Walker might be exactly the right test case. Photogenic. Popular. Someone whose crimes are the sort of crimes that the average person on the street might be able to relate to.
And all that aside, the cornerstone of his calling as a lawyer is that everyone deserves due process. Everyone. No matter who they are, no matter what they've done. If he lets go of that, he'd be ... Frank Castle.
"You don't have much time," Jessica says. "They're going to move fast."
He feels his mouth curving in that Jack Murdock smile again, the one that says, Bring it, world. "So do we."
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BLESS YOU
This is great! Matt being fond of foggy! Jess being keen to Matt's physical getaway stance! AND JESS WOULD NEVER PUT TRISH IN UNDERWATER GITMO.
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(Anonymous) 2019-07-02 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)And what about outside of court? Does Karen write stories painting Trish in a sympathetic light to try and sway the public to Trish's side? What repercussions does Trish getting acquitted have for enhanced individuals?
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also someone please draw Jess changing her mind and hanging on to that helicopter like Steve with Buckyno subject
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