A/N: Welcome to my first Thor/Jane fanfic! I loved them in the movie Thor and I loved them more when I read the comics. I've already accepted that Thor will end up with Sif, but I couldn't grasp why. Beware, spoilers up ahead! I mean, I know that they are married in the Norse Mythology and in the Marvel world as well. But what Thor and Jane had was... utterly beautiful. Jane loved Thor even in the mortal form of Donald Blake. He had no power, he only had his profession. He was a powerless mortal who could save lives only with the use of his medical knowledge. To make up for his lost power, he was kind and gentle. These were what made Jane love Donald Blake/Thor. She loved Donald Blake waaaay before she met Thor. So, she loved him for himself.. not because he was an all-powerful god slash wielder of Mjolnir slash prince of Asgard. She loved him because he was kind and gentle and was dedicated to his profession. She wanted to take care of him because he tends to go overboard and tire himself out. She really loved him. She only forgot him when Odin erased her memories of Thor and Asgard. She also married Keith because she reminds her of Thor! After she knew Thor/Donald Blake had returned, she divorced Keith and left her son. She is totally dedicated to Thor! Scumbag Odin...
Sorry for the long rant.. please enjoy this story!
A pair of hazel eyes slowly fluttered at the sound of a distant crack of lightning. Dark clouds were looming over a dainty nursing home somewhere in the peaceful, outer suburbs of New York. The day actually started as a nice one. One that would tell people that this day was a sunny day, that nothing would ever go wrong on this day. But, as they say, weathermen are liars. One couldn't blame them though. Weathers are pretty unpredictable. It may be for that reason that the weather changes, or it can be something or someone else entirely.
A gentle rap on the door and a brown-headed nurse that came from it interrupted those hazel eyes from turning to the open windows. The nurse slowly closed the door behind her upon entering and then she precedes to the bed. She looked at the delicate form that lay on the bed. Here lay a woman, in her late 80's. A headstrong woman, or so she had been told. A woman who once had beautiful brown hair like hers, a strong, sturdy body, and a brilliant mind. Here lay Dr. Jane Foster, who reached the end of times after having a successful and adventurous run with life.
Yet, the nurse could feel that she was missing something.
"Are you alright, nurse?"
The nurse returned from her deep thoughts and smiled at the older woman. "Of course, Dr. Foster. Just lost in thought," she shrugged as she averted her eyes to the window. "I always think a lot more when a rain is coming. It's kinda soothing."
"I know how you feel," Jane also looked at the windows and felt a nostalgic feeling creep up from inside her when she watched the curtains flew freely in the wind. Then the sweet smell of the field and newly harvested corn that filled the room heightened her senses.
The storm is coming.
"We should close the windows, Doctor. The weatherman says it would get colder when the rain sets in."
Jane shook her head slowly and patted the nurses' hand. "Would you be a dear and help me sit by the window?"
The nurse had a look of protest. She understood that complying with Jane's request would bring her dire consequences, one of which was losing her job. However, as she looked at the old woman's face, she couldn't deny it. The nurse pulled a wheelchair from a corner and positioned it beside the bed. Lifting Jane's body gently, she placed her on the wheelchair and pushed her towards the open window. Thinking like a nurse and caring for the old woman, she took the warm blanket from the bed and covered Jane with it. She caressed the old woman's hair and smiled.
"Would that be all Dr. Foster?"
"It's Jane." The old woman smiled at her with gentleness. "Yes, thank you for all your help, Nancy."
The nurse was surprised at hearing her name come from Jane's lips. It was the first time she called her by her first name, and accompanying it was a smile of an angel. Nancy wasn't looking at an old woman, no. She was looking at an angel. Taking one last look at her caretaker, Jane nodded and turned her eyes to the incoming storm.