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Kilgrave ~ The Unexpected Sister

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Dorothy Walker was very much in the habit of picking up strays. It seemed like an act of kindness, yet when those strays turned out to be gifted in inhuman ways... Well, that's where the kindness stopped. 

Jessica Jones had inhuman strength. Dorothy had thought she could deal with that, at least. Then she adopted another girl two years later: me. Elliana Moore, the sole survivor of a plane crash. Nearly drowning in the middle of a hurricane, surrounded by the dismantling pieces of the plane that around crashed, bodies all around me, and being transferred to IGH and undergoing its experiments had left me with psychokinesis.

Maybe it was our shared powers that bonded Jessica and I, or maybe it was our trauma from crashing and watching our families die but somehow surviving, but whatever it was, it allowed us to grow close and find ways to handle our abilities while Dorothy dragged Trish to audition after audition. 

Whatever the case, by the time Jessica's life started to crumble around her, I was there.

The first time Jessica showed up at my door, a miserable, sobbing mess, she told me what happened to Stirling Adams. Shortly after, she arrived with a business card in her hand reading Alias Investigations. We learned to rely on each other, even as Jessica built a persona that she didn't trust anyone. We saw less of each other over the years, but we did stay in touch. She came over for dinner with me and Trish, when I invited both my sisters over.

Then, like a flip of a switch, she vanished. She stopped coming over. She didn't respond to texts. She didn't answer her door. 

"Something's wrong," Trish said when I called her after not hearing from Jessica in over two weeks.

"Hello to you, too," I sighed. "And yes, I know."

"Should we go to the police? Well, no, she is the police."

"She's a private investigator, there is a difference," I said. 

"What are we supposed to do?"

"We don't know what's going on, Trish. It might be that she needs a break."

"And she didn't tell us?"

"She doesn't have to, she's her own person. Look, I'm just as worried as you are. But there's nothing we can do for now. She'll have to answer the door at some point. We'll talk to her then. For now, just focus on keeping Mom happy. Don't tell her about Jess. Jess' name'll be all over the news if that happens."

"She'd hate that," Trish murmured. I hummed in agreement and she sighed. "Alright. Tell me if you hear anything from her."

"Of course."

I heard nothing from Jessica for another five days.

Night was deepening, the lights in the city starting to flicker out as a few people finally drifted off to sleep. I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes, however, so I watched the news. Reports were coming in of a woman hit by a bus within the last hour. 

My door shook as someone pounded on it. I looked up sharply from the television, glancing between the door and the clock. Who the hell would be trying to contact me at nearly 3 in the morning?

There was the sound of a key sliding into a lock. I slammed my drink onto the coffee table. "Damn it, Trish, I haven't heard from—"

The door opened, revealing a different sister than the one I had expected. Jessica was dressed more finely than I had ever seen her, but her coat was covered in blood. I could only stare at her for a minute before she stumbled through the door, the light hitting her just right to reveal bloody hands.