A/N: Welp. I died. I won't lie. I'm back (somewhat) now though. This is my idea of how it will feel for Callie and Brandon when Callie is finally adopted. For some reason I can't accept that they are over each other.
Callie's heart stopped as she saw him. He was standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the the soft glow of candle light behind him. The last time she had seen him had been in a hospital bed with wires attached to his body and a tube down his throat.
"Brandon," she whispered softly, trying to believe that he was really there.
He raised a bandaged hand and waved softly.
"Hey," he said in a voice as soft as the candle light around him.
For long moments the two just stared at each other, both just taking the other in, not wanting to rush the moment they hadn't thought would ever come.
"So," Brandon started awkwardly, "How are our moms doing?"
"Fine," Callie replied, her voice cracking slightly. "Everyone misses you."
Brandon nodded, wanting desperately to move closer, but knowing he shouldn't.
"I heard the adoption finally went through for you."
She nodded, her heart tearing in two as she did so.
"Yea, it did."
"That's good," Brandon said, his voice a little more forced than it had been.
"Yea," Callie whispered, dropping her gaze to the floor. She was silently praying he wouldn't say it.
"That means we're finally brother and sister," he said, not pulling the punch even though she had given him the chance.
"Yea, yea it does," Callie said, risking a glance up at him before allowing the tears she'd held back for nearly her whole life to fall.
Without waiting for Brandon to reply she turned and ran up the stairs, going to find Jude. She hadn't thought loving her foster sibling would ever hurt so badly.
A/N: So what do you guys think? Too sappy? Too tame? Reviews are always appreciated!