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cdyssey · 2 years ago

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AJDJSJDJ, EXACTLY. Okay, I'm sorry. I'm invested now.

Mistyjessica starts with Misty deciding to hold off on killing Jessica until she has her meeting with Shauna, Tai, and Nat. Once they all arrive, she plans on taking them down to basement and showing them the good thing she’s done. See! She’s proactive! She’s taking care of things! Yay!

But this plan abruptly falls to tatters when Nat and Tai don’t show up, and Shauna leaves without ever going down to the basement. She’s existentially distraught about both of her friends not showing up, sure—but mostly about Nat.

How could Nat be so cruel after all she’s done for her??? Aren’t they supposed to be best friends??? She just doesn’t get it. She’s humiliated, verklempt, upset, overcome. She vents to Jessica without ever once giving away that she plans on killing her, but Jessica’s at least got a pretty good idea that she’s still in a precarious situation. So she starts putting it in Misty’s head that something might be dreadfully wrong, and she should investigate.

And Misty easily sees the wisdom in this—it spurs her onwards and buys Jessica some precious time. After several calls to Nat that continue to go straight to voicemail, she starts off at the motel and figures out pretty quickly that something’s amiss. Nat was definitely abducted, and it’s up to her to do something about it.

Now Misty continues to confide in the locked-up Jessica with all of this because she knows it doesn’t matter—she’s gonna kill her anyway. And Jessica knows that she’s probably toast because she’s being confided in so easily. Desperate to gain some semblance of control in this game that they're playing, she starts to leverage her own talents and abilities. She’s an immoral fixer for God’s sake. She’s tracked down all of the Yellowjackets before; she can fucking do it again.

She indicates that she has connections everywhere; she can get access to any materials they need to find Nat—surveillance cameras, classified records, sleaze cops—and Misty grudgingly agrees to the alliance, knowing she’s gonna need it if Nat is really in some deep shit™️.

And so, they come to a tentative agreement. If Jessica helps find Nat, then Misty’ll let her go.

(Probably.)

And our two gals are off to the races. They’re quick—hypercompetent even—about getting the information they need. They interview Randy. They get a surveillance tape of the purple-clothed people dragging Nat to their van. Jessica is even able to arrive at the conclusion that it’s Lottie fairly quickly in this timeline because she has files on all the YJs, and the heliotrope theme rings a bell for Lottie’s wellness center.

They go by Jessica’s house to retrieve these files where they discover that it’s been ransacked (by Other Tai). This scene especially is a break through for both Jessica and Misty as they talk about how they’d do anything to protect their loved ones.

“Would you kill for your dad?” Misty asks, examining the picture of the man on Jessica’s wall. Jessica looks a lot like him—similar nose, same pleasantly tousled hair—but she doesn’t have a comparable warmth in her eyes.

“Without hesitation,” she confirms, straightening the photo. It’s crooked. She hates things being out of place. “The people I’ve worked for have done far fucking worse.”

A beat as Misty digests this information. She recognizes that she’s in the company of a kindred spirit, and that intrigues her more than she cares to admit.

“Would you kill for the other Yellowjackets?” Jessica asks, brutally intruding upon the silence. She can’t help herself—there’s a little hunger in her voice that she can’t disguise. Even if she is trying to advocate for her life, she can’t help but keep thinking about an angle too. (If she gets outta this bullshit alive, she’s got a damn good story she’ll be able to sell. She can already see the beach house in Florida that she’s going to buy.)

“Ha,” Misty smiles widely. She looks beautiful. She looks positively unwell at the exact same time. “I’ve done far worse for them too.”

They kiss then. It's ugly. It's sexy. It's messy. It’s wild.

Jessica says that she hates Misty, and Misty agrees that that’s fair enough.

And then they promptly fuck on Jessica’s dining room table.

Now things drastically shift after this moment. They’re still fairly antagonistic in the sense that Misty continues to handcuff Jessica at night as a safety precaution. Plus, they’re both stubborn asses who think they’re the smartest people in the room. But simultaneously, Jessica, as she’s secretly done almost the entire time that she’s been Misty’s prisoner, admires Misty’s work ethic and her uncanny ability to get things done. Misty grudgingly feels the exact same way, appreciative of Jessica’s resourcefulness and ruthlessness in equal measure. They get ready to road trip to Lottie’s compound, where they’re pretty sure they’ll find Nat.

Misty secretly packs the cigarettes she was going to kill Jessica with. (Just in case.) Jessica, during a rare time she’s both un-handcuffed and unsupervised, finds something she can use as a shiv, storing it in her bra. (You never know.)

They drive to Lottie’s compound. More bonding time on the road. They do some light fucking in a hotel they have to stay in for the night. Despite their more nefarious intentions and ulterior motives, they’re both drawn to each other’s complexities and consumptive darknesses. Misty has never met someone who is equally comfortable with “doing what it takes to survive,” while Jessica, a consummate ‘journalist,’ is intoxicated by the thousand piece puzzle that Misty presents herself to be.

There are softer and more playful moments than ever before. Misty buys Jessica a pack of unpoisoned cigarettes to satiate her cravings—the poisoned pack is in Misty's console—and Jessica gives Misty the verbal validation that she so desperately and clearly craves. It works for them both. This works.

And then, finally, after however many days of sleuthing and traveling, they reach the compound, where Nat meets Misty and Jessica at the gate. Nat's reaction to Jessica and the apparent intimacy between Jessica and Misty is instant. She doesn't fucking like it. They quibble. They argue. Nat is enraged that Misty is associating with a nosy goddamn journalist, one who is clearly trying to get into Yellowjacket shit. (So secretly that she won't even admit it to herself, she's also jealous that Misty is visibly infatuated with this other woman. Who the hell is she anyway?)

She accuses Misty of breaking the survivors' pact to protect each other above all, which cuts Misty to the quick. Misty sends Jessica away in her car, adamant about staying at the compound. Jessica isn't happy at all. She and Misty have come so far, and this is the treatment she's getting? Iced out before all the fun begins?

But Misty is insistent, and then she's just as immediately inflamed. She firmly pushes Jessica away, but before she does, she lets her know that there's another pack of cigarettes in the console...

Jessica is a loose end, and Natalie was right. The Yellowjackets come first.

Misty enters the compound, and things pretty much stay the same canonically while she's in there. However, the difference lies in what Jessica does. Rather than go home, she decides that she wants to sneak into the compound herself and continue to dig for dirt. She's now motivated by petty vengeance too, hurt by Misty's sudden betrayal. Sure, this is the same woman who kidnapped and probably intended to kill her, but Jessica's no saint either. <3

Jessica easily infiltrates the compound using a back entrance. She doesn't take anything with her except for her phone and her two packs of cigarettes—both the poisoned and the unpoisoned one. She doesn't suspect anything about the poisoned box—she's just going to continue working through the first pack first...

She bides her time while the Yellowjackets are doing their thing, discreetly collecting information from some of Lottie's acolytes, observing the core six from afar, disguising herself in heliotrope clothes, etc. She's going to bring them all down for what Misty did to her.

However, this plan is changed once Misty leaves her a strange voicemail after her sensory deprivation tank experience. Misty, high off of her therapeutic encounter with her gay bird best friend, calls and kinda-sorta-maybe apologizes to Jessica.

"You know, Jessica, we're both the closers," she giggles at one point, twining the long, looping phone cord around her finger. "We get things done. Caligula told me there's nothing really wrong with that, so I guess that kinda means there's nothing really wrong with you and I... like, us as individuals, but also, well, us together! But, anyway, that's all I really wanted to say. Bye! No, you hang up first. No, you! Okay, I'll hang up first—"

Jessica listens to this with a strange mixture of disgust... and endearment, veering between the two extremes rather rapidly. But fortunately, the endearment wins out just in time for shit in the compound to go off the walls. She gleans that something is going to go down from the way that some of the more senior acolytes are instructing residents to stay inside their cabins for the night.

Unwilling to miss out on the action, she hides in the forest just in time for curfew to set, which puts her in the pathway of Callie Sadecki and Matt Saracusa. She vaguely knows who Callie is from Shauna's file, and she also knows the rough outline of what probably happened to Adam, based on small tidbits she learned from Misty.

However, she knows Saracusa intimately—he's one of her sleaze contacts at the FBI. She hates him, but he's useful to her because he doesn't mind bending the rules for money or power incentives. Feeling a little more fond for Misty than she did approximately two hours ago, she intervenes at the exact right moment, stepping out of the shadows and approaching Matt from the standpoint of being there to "fix the case."

He greets her pretty amiably, and they "shoot the shit," as Jessica internally works on how to get Callie—who clearly has a gun!!!!—out of this situation.

"Do you have a smoke?" Matt asks, damn well knowing that she does. Jessica pats her pockets—she'd just smoked the rest of the first box earlier that day and had been hoping to ration out the other box throughout the night. However, she knows that she has to play ball if she has any hope of helping Misty.

She offers him a cigarette from the pack and lights it for him, resisting an ungodly urge to grab one for herself. (She's gotta practice restraint.) Saracusa starts smoking it and returns to taunting and lecturing Callie.

And then, bam, of course—not even five minutes later, that asshole is dead. As Callie is freaking out and understandably losing her shit, Jessica is already putting all the goddamn pieces together. It was the cigarette. Misty had directly pointed out where she could find them. They were intended for her.

Whatever fondness that she'd momentarily gained for her kidnapper-turned-fuck-buddy-turned-kinda-friend are long gone; she's simply murderous. Hyperaware that she'll go down if the cigarette is discovered with her fingerprints on it, she kicks into fixer gear.

Jessica tells Callie to run—(even as immoral as she is, she doesn't feel like getting a literal teenager involved in her shit)—and then she starts masterminding a plan. It'll be easy enough to pin Saracusa's death on an addiction problem. She can dredge up so much dirt on him already that paints him as the type.

What she really wants to do now is exact a long and carefully thought out campaign against Misty. She knows that this is going to involve getting to Saracusa's partner—the astonishingly moral Kevyn Tan, so she begins to search for him, suspecting that he's near.

Unbeknownst to her, though, Jeff Sadecki has already beaten her to the punch. Unpoisoned by any phenobarbital laced hot chocolate, Kevyn lives long enough to both hear and believe Jeff's false confession about Adam. He calls Matt several times, trying to get him on scene so they can arrest Jeff, but to no avail. His partner doesn't answer, and rightfully, he fears the worst. He handcuffs Jeff to a pipe or something in the kitchen and starts to scour the compound.

And almost immediately, he comes across Saracusa's dead body—minus the cigarette, which Jessica smartly took—and assumes foul play. After calling in backup, he runs into the forest, deadset on finding the killer.

Callie saves Shauna. The Yellowjackets hash out what happened to the crisis team. And Kevyn Tan makes it to the scene of the almost crime before sweet Lisa does, while Jessica watches from the shadows.

It's a horribly tense scene, charged with all the fraught history between Nat and Kevyn most of all; they were best friends once; maybe in a different life, they could have been more than that. But there was a plane crash; there was a tragedy; perhaps there was a vengeful deity in those godforsaken woods. Nat stresses some of this to Kevyn—laughing at his incredulity, her entire visage communicating an ungodly hurt.

As Kevyn grapples with how truly fucked up all of his former classmates are—including someone he has always loved—Misty makes her move with the syringe, and Nat makes her own right back, jumping in front of the needle without hesitating.

Natalie dies right in front of all their eyes; it's more than devastating. They all loved her so fucking much.

Jessica watches from a distance as Misty cradles Nat's dead body—sobbing into her chest. While her anger doesn't entirely recede, her willingness to act upon it tonight does at the very least.

She returns to the entranceway, where cops have swarmed the scene, and she takes her opportunity to spin her tale of how Saracusa died; he was a corrupt cop and a user. She has so much evidence to prove it.

She has a feeling the autopsy will check out—knowing Misty, whatever she laced those cigs with was strong and alibi-giving.

She feels a sharp pang of appreciation for how competent Misty is once again.

She tries to push it away.

But she can't help herself in the end—she throws in a line about how maybe they want to check out how involved Saracusa was with the Adam Martin case...

Seems pretty fishy if you ask her...

Kevyn arrives on-scene, haggard with exhaustion and grief. He doesn't know what to do. His partner is dead. His childhood friend is dead. She died for him. What the hell does he do with that even?

And now there's that annoying fucking journalist buzzing around the cop cars. He recognizes her from her acquaintanceship with Matt and has never really liked her all that much. He pulls her aside and demands, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Covering my ass."

"Seems like you're doing much more than that, Roberts. Like you're doing it for them."

Jessica looks Kevyn over once, discerning the guilt that plays all across his physique like a symphony.

"No," she shakes her head. "That's what you're about to do."

And she's so fucking right—Natalie saved him and he's broken over it. He corroborates her story, even though it kills him inside. Matt killed Adam. Matt had it out for the Yellowjackets. Matt was always a sleaze.

And just like that, the darkness has claimed another soul for itself. The collateral damage just keeps adding up.

As Jessica prepares to catch a ride back to town with an officer—more than relieved just to go home and sink into her own bed—the Yellowjackets emerge from the woods, solemnly following the stretcher like it's the coffin bearing their queen. Misty is the first in the procession, and Jessica can see the horror inscribed upon her like an endless wound.

And she knows that even though she may exact her revenge one day, it won't be today or even tomorrow. For the time being, Misty Quigley has been punished enough.

She killed the one person she was trying to save.

Jessica almost feels sorry for her.

They lock eyes across the way, Jessica and Misty. It's brief and rather cold—like they haven't just spent the last few weeks together, psychologically torturing each other and teasing each other in turns. Kissing each other in the end. Fucking. It was horrendous. It was glorious. Whatever it was, they both felt something, and maybe that takes precedence overall.

Jessica lifts her hand in goodbye.

Good fucking riddance, bitch.

And Misty nods in such a manner that suggests that she knows that this isn't the end between them. One way or another, they'll find each other again. They'll hunt each other down. And maybe they'll kill each other then.

Maybe they'll kiss.

But tonight, Jessica Roberts fades into the shadows—as she always has, as she perpetually does—and Misty tenderly touches the black bag Nat is swallowed by.

The story stays the same in the end.

Natalie Scatorccio dies.

The world cruelly keeps turning on anyway.

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