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Focus (Remi and Roman, sibling One-shot)

AN: I thought it would be fun to write a little sibling bonding with Remi and Roman. I love Jeller, but I also love the brother and sister relationship between Jane and Roman.

Aiming the gun at the target, he took a deep breath and exhaled, the shot ringing out for miles—unheard by any human ears. The bullet completely missed the target, instead in-bedding itself in the tree behind it. Roman gave a frustrated grunt, throwing the gun as far as he could in front of him. "Roman! What the hell are you doing?" Shepherd was not pleased at all. "I'm done with this stupid training. You've been trying to teach me how to shoot for a month, and I still can't hit the dumb target."

"You can't just give up because you haven't been able to hit the board, Roman. It takes time to become skilled at anything."

"Remi was able to hit it a week after she started handling guns."

"Some people are just naturally talented, and for others it takes time. That doesn't mean you won't be able to ever get it." Roman rolled his eyes, turning his back towards his mother. He wasn't about to stand there and get lectured about how he was gifted, it just took time for his abilities to present themself. "Where do you think you're going young man, I'm in the middle of talking to you. Never turn your back on me unless I give you permission." Roman kept walking, turning his head back around to give a snarky remark—but the anger he saw in his mother's eyes made him speechless for a second. When he returned from the woods after his temper cooled down a little, he was in deep shit. His anger got the best of him anyway. "Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?" He continued into the woods, not wanting to turn back out of fear what he might see would make him freeze in place.

Roman didn't really know where he was going. It was the middle of winter, and he could feel the cold air biting at his exposed skin. They might have been as far off the grid as possible, but all he knew is he needed to go far enough so that stupid cabin wasn't in sight. He listened for a couple minutes as the snow crunched under his feet, coming to a stop when he reached a small clearing. During the summer they would use it as a camping ground even though they had the cabin. It became a tradition— although Remi and him have only been with Shepherd for a little over two years—to spend a whole week to themselves with nothing but nature surrounding the small family. He enjoyed it a lot, as it was a time Shepherd would stall their training and treat them like the kids they were. They would talk for hours about nonsense stuff, their mother and him laughing at Remi as she attempted to cook dinner for them—completely baffled after burning the fish they caught, saying she had been practicing her cooking for weeks and swore she was doing better.

Roman dusted snow off an old wooden log and sat down, reminiscing on the two previous summer trips they took—wishing next summer would come sooner. His ears perked up, catching sound of movement in the distance. He scooped up a decent sized rock and threw it in the direction he knew someone was waiting. If it was anyone but his sister, the rock would have hit them dead in the center of the forehead. Remi let the the rock fall back to the ground, smiling at her brother as she took a seat right next to him. "So you can throw a rock perfectly fine, but you can't hit the target board with a gun?"

"They aren't the same. Why do you care anyway?" Roman could feel the bitterness resurfacing, faced with his sister being able to do everything perfectly, no matter if she knew how to do it or not. "I care because I'm your sister. I love you Roman and you know that, but I am not going to sit here and play 20 questions. So why don't you tell me what's bothering you now, that way we can get the hell out of the cold and drink some hot chocolate mom made."

"So, mom sent you here?"

"No, she said something was bothering you and that you needed a minute alone. I came searching for you anyway, and thought I might find you here." Roman remained silent, not really wanting to voice his problem to his sister who was literally the problem. "C'mon Roman I know you, there's something else bothering you other than not being able to hit a damn target. Tell me."

"The problem is you." Remi hadn't really been expecting that. Had she done something wrong? She tried her hardest to think back in the past couple weeks. Sure things had been tense, but that was only because their mother was pushing them harder than she ever had before in their training. She was starting to teach Roman how to use a gun, and as she herself already learned months prior, Shepherd was teaching her Russian. Besides training, Remi didn't really understand what she had did to upset her brother. She always tried to be loving and protective—in her own way of course. Roman didn't really give her enough time to fully dive deeper, think back and analyze if she messed up along these past few months, before he started to expand on his earlier statement. "The problem is you're perfect. You can grasp anything taught to you and perfect it in a week. You were able to learn two languages in a month, Remi. I can still barley speak Chinese and mom has been teaching us how to speak that for nine months."

"To be fair, Chinese is one of the hardest languages to learn." Roman gave her a pointed look, to tell her that wasn't what he was saying. "Roman I am not perfect, no one is. Some things come easy, and some don't. The key is I study and practice. How many hours a day have you spent trying to hit the target before you storm off and wait till the next day?"

"Maybe an hour."

"You can't let your anger get the better of you. I know if you focused, you could hit the the target dead center." Roman smiled at his sister, "Thanks, sis."

"And you know, I'm not perfect at everything. I can't cook like you, for one. Yo tampoco puedo comer España.”

"Well I certainly hope you wouldn't eat Spain," Roman joked, laughing at his sister's terrible attempt to speak Spanish. "You know Spanish is one of the easiest languages to learn, sis. You would think you could pick it up right away."

"I think you get the point. No need to rub it in my face." She smiled at him, content he was no longer troubled. They sat there for a couple more minutes enjoying the sound of nature, before Remi got up pulling Roman with her. "Let's go, follow me." She darted in the direction back towards the cabin, Roman almost tripping a few times over roots and on ice. She finally slowed down, and he crashed into her back rubbing the side of his face. "Geez Remi, give me a little warning next time."

"Here," he heard his sister say, shoving something into his hand. He didn't need to look down to know it was a gun. "Remi I really don't want to. I think I had enough target practice for one day."

"Do you trust me?"

"Always."

"Then do it. Aim the gun at the board." Roman lifted the gun, focusing on his target. "What if I don't hit it?"

"Just focus, breath in and out. Nothing else matters, don't let anything around you be a distraction. Pretend the only thing left in the world are you and your target. And if you miss, you'll just try again. Because you are not a failure, Ian." Roman nodded, the use of his old name not missed. He took the shot, the bullet going straight through the center of the board. "I told you you could do it." Turning around, he saw shepherd standing on the porch of the cabin, a small smile on her face. "Now are you guys coming in for hot chocolate or what, because the more it sits the colder it will get."

"Race you?" Questioned Roman. Remi smirked at him, setting off towards the cabin in a sprint, Roman close behind.

If this stuff wasn’t already copyrighted I’d tell you to do so right away because this is pure gold...this is exactly what we need!!!

You know what I want? I want a Blindspot prequel focused on Shepherd, Roman and Remi set around the time Remi joins Orion and moving forward and seeing as she’s “killed” in action and returns with Nigel Thornton and joins her Shepherd and Roman in setting up their plan. Building the whole thing, collecting all the intel, designing the tattoos, picking their targets within the governmental institutions (Kurt, Keaton, etc...) and watching them. Seeing Crawford’s role in how this whole thing started (because I really believe he had something to do with it even if Remi and Roman didn’t know), seeing Shepherd in her element as the genius mastermind and strategist and manipulator. Also Markos. I want as much Markos as I can get. And of course Cade. But mostly Markos. And Roman.