Disclaimer: I don't own Better Days or any of the characters of Better Days. I also don't own any music that may or may not be used in this story.

Anniversary

Chapter Five: Jason

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"Well, we all know who sings next."

They all knew what she meant. Finally, the moment they had all been waiting for, working for, singing for! As one they turned to where Jason was sitting…only to see an empty chair, with a crudely written sign hanging off of it saying "be back in 5, gotta pee."

Stunned silence for a moment, and then Lucy jumped up from her seat. "THAT SNEAKY BASTARD! I BET HE PLANNED THIS FROM THE START! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HIM I'LL-" Tom slapped his hand over her mouth, causing her to stop mid-rant. It was then while Tom made several quick apologies to the nearest club-goers that Lucy realized she had gotten everyone's attention. Blushing in embarrassment, she slowly sunk back down into her chair.

As the other club-goers went back to what they had been doing before Lucy's outburst, Angela held her drink out in a mock-toast and said "Well that was entertaining." Resting her head on the palm of her hand, Lucy settled in for the wait, mumbling "If he's not back in five minutes, I am going to be very upset." No one at the table doubted her for a second.

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Five minutes and one second later…

"Man, that beer goes right through me! So, anything exciting happen while I was gone?" Jason quickly ducked under the can thrown his way, and then shot a glare at the thrower. "Lucy! What the heck was that for?!"

Lucy glared right back. "Don't play dumb with me! You're trying to skip out on singing, aren't you?" Jason looked at her like she was crazy. "Why the hell would I do that? It was my idea to sing if the rest of you did. I think maybe you've had too much to drink and can't think straight." Fisk and Tom winced. Anyone who knew Lucy knew one thing; don't question her ability to hold her liquor.

Thinking quickly for Jason's sake, Fisk jumped into the conversation and said to him "Maybe you should just get on stage. You don't want to keep the crowd bored, do you?" Jason looked like he wanted to argue his point more, but one quick glance at the death-glare Lucy was sending him changed his mind.

"You know what, you're right. I need to get up there before someone else, someone who'll be awful, does!" He stood up, but then paused, eyeing the stage. "Hmm, it looks kinda hot up there with all those lights, I better leave my coat here." And without anymore warning, Jason slipped off his duster and slung it over the back of his seat. Turning back to take one last drink before getting on stage, he noticed that the others were staring at him in astonishment, Lucy and Angela blushing like mad. "What, what is it? Did I forget to put on a shirt again?"

Ryan shook his head no, and then pointed at Jason. "You're-you're- muscular!" Jason raised his eyebrow. "Gee, thanks for noticing." Fisk shook his head. "No, we mean you are really muscular. Look, you even made Lucy forget she was mad at you." As if to prove his point, a small drip of drool escaped Lucy's slack-jawed mouth; Tom groaned and reached over, closing it with a soft clink. "Careful, you'll swallow flies like that."

Jason shrugged. "Okay, I see your point. I'll just get on stage now and see if my singing breaks them out of it." Waving, Jason walked away, apparently planning to go the long way around. "Now why would he do that?" Fisk wondered as he watched him go. A second later what sounded like a chorus of gasps and jaws hitting the floor reached his ears. "Oh, that's why…show-off."

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"Strange women fling themselves upon my manliness. Damn Jason, you still got the right stuff." This and many other thoughts of a similar nature ran through Jason's mind as he strutted up onto the stage. "Now if only I was as tall as Fisk." Smiling, he gave a quick nod to his table as he searched for a good song.

Suddenly his search stopped. "They have my favorite song! Sweeet!" Shaking in anticipation, Jason quickly hit play and prepared himself.

It began with heavy synths, layered with sharp drum work. As guitars began getting mixed into it, Angela snapped out of her daze and turned her attention to the stage. "This is my favorite song!" And then Jason started singing, and no one could say anything.

New Divide

"I remembered black skies
The lightning all around me
I remembered each flash
As time began to blur
Like a startling sign
That fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

So give me reason!
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean!
Let the floods cross
The distance in your eyes!
Give me reason
To fill this hole
Connect this space between!
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide!

There was nothing inside
The memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide
The ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in
Between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

So give me reason!
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean!
Let the floods cross
The distance in your eyes
Across this new divide!"

Instruments

"In every loss in every lie
In every truth that you deny!
And each regret and each goodbye
Was a mistake too great to hide
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve!

So give me reason
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross
The distance in your eyes!
Give me reason
To fill this hole
Connect this space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide!

Across this new divide!

Across this new divide!"

The music faded away, to be replaced by a tremendous level of applause. Everyone was giving him a standing ovation; some people had even left the second floor to hear better! Jason stood there for a bit listening to the praise, and then jumped down off the stage, landing right beside Fisk.

"Told you all I could sing." No one could say otherwise. As Jason reclaimed his seat Tom spoke up. "Were you in any bands when you were a kid? It seems like someone would need to have a lot of practice to sing as well as you just did." Ryan looked at Tom. "You mean the opposite of Fisk?"

"Yeah."

Fisk groaned as the two began snickering again. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?" Tom and Ryan shared a look, and then as one turned to Fisk and said "No." Sighing, Fisk turned the conversation back to Jason. "So, have you ever been part of any band?

"Nah, I didn't really socialize much as a kid, I was too freaky for most. But, my parents and brother were gone a lot of the time, giving me plenty of opputunities to sing along with the radio. Sometimes the servants would even stop and listen. They all said I was good too."

Although happy to find out more about their enigmatic cousin, both Lucy and Fisk were bothered by how casual he was about being left behind so often. Someday, they would have to make up for that.

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After that they all continued with small-talk for a while, far later into the night than they had been expecting. Eventually they decided to call it a night, and began to leave. Ryan made sure to leave a very generous tip on the table; whoever had to clean up after them would deserve the money! As they passed by the front desk, the manager enthusiastically encouraged them all to come as often as they like; except for Fisk, who he threatened to call the cops on if he ever sang there again. Outside, they all said their goodbyes and went their separate ways; well, most of them anyway.

"Jason, could you wait a minute?" The Cat in question turned around to see Angela walking over. "Sure, what do you need?" She shifted from foot to foot nervously. "I just wanted to say, well, thank you. Thank you for being there for me when I really needed you." Jason smiled at her softly. "You don't need to thank me for that Angel, ever. You're one of my precious people after all."

For some reason she couldn't explain, hearing that made Angela very happy. "Well, you're one of my precious people, and I want to say thanks." Standing up on her tiptoes, she gently placed a kiss on Jason's cheek, before turning away and walking off. Jason watched her walk away, hand touching where her lips had touched, before shaking himself out of his shock. "Angela, wait a moment!" She stopped walking and turned around to face him, eyebrow raised. "Yes?" He quickly looed around to make sure that Ryan had left, before looking back at her.

"Would you like to come over to my place for the night? It might not be a good idea to go back to your place so soon after, well..." She looked at him softly, and then smiled. "I would love to."

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A man who becomes the heart of wherever he goes.

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A/N: And another story under my belt! Let me tell you, this was a hard but fun story to write, mostly when it came to deciding what songs different characters would sing. And in case you're curious, having Fisk be a bad singer was a last-minute decision of mine, solely because I just couldn't think of any song that could work for him. That and it just doesn't seem right to make him good at yet another thing. I mean, a good killer, a good love-maker, a good secret agent, and a good singer!? Nobody's that good.

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