Soothe
Summary: Brock and Lizzy share a moment the day after. Oneshot.
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"Rose?" I called politely the next morning, lightly tapping on my guest's bedroom door expectantly. But all I heard was silently muffled sniffles, almost as someone was crying…oh, no. Just what Lizzy feared would happen—her grandmother brought on too many emotions at once and it was too much for her to bear. I mean, I feel sorry for the lady and all, but it's going to be me who takes the burden of the situation. After all, it's my crew, and therefore the weight is placed on my shoulders.
Great.
"Good morning Rose, I'm just wondering if you need anything," I tried again through the door when there still wasn't an answer. But my remark was followed by silence.
"Are you even in there?" I asked. I knew someone was in there; it was just a matter of prying it out of them. I couldn't very well just walk in, what if she was changing or something? How embarrassing would that be!
"Mr.…I mean, Brock?" I heard a quiet voice utter. Okay, it wasn't Rose, so it had to be Lizzy. Lizzy I could deal with.
"Yes, Lizzy?" I responded politely.
"You…you might want to come in here," she said carefully. I wondered about the tone of her voice until I ventured into the room. With sunlight streaming through the breezy windows, the atmosphere was perfectly cheery. But I could tell by the tearstains and the rivers that continued to flow down Lizzy's face that something was far from cheerful. No, something was horribly wrong, there was a certain ambiance in the room that tipped me off.
And then I saw her. Rose—or what I assumed to be Rose's body. Her lifeless, unmoving, yet peacefully smiling body.
"She's not…is she…but…how could…" my incoherent utterances were answered mutely by a nod of the other woman's head.
Rose Calvert had passed away.
"Oh, Lizzy…come here," I prompted, gently pulling her into my arms, wanting to comfort her. Her sobs increased as I tried to assuage her pain by muttering encouraging words into her ear. But they only seemed to make her more upset.
"She had a good life…almost a hundred and one years. That's a long time, longer than most people even dream about living," I condoled gently, and Lizzy nodded in agreement through our tearful embrace.
"She told her story. That's why she saw me on the television, so she could finally let her tale be known. She brought you here so you could understand her as a person and understand her past struggles, not just solely for your assistance. She led a full and complete life, one that was full of love and happiness. You can't wish her more than that."
At this Lizzy pulled away and wiped the dampness away from her cheeks.
"Brock, do you think that she's with Jack right now?" she asked quietly, as if she needed to hear an affirmative answer as to whether or not her grandmother was finally at peace with his spirit.
"I have no doubts," I reassured, glad to supply a happy confirmation. I then pulled her into another hug—this time for a different purpose.
Little did I know how right my reassurance was.
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Okay, so I decided to write a Brock fic because I have never read one of them before, so if you would like to suggest one that is currently out there or write one I would be happy to read it :-)
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