Auther's Notes: Hi! Thanks for reading, sorry the first chapter is a bit of a copout length-wise but the others are better, i promise! It's set from the POV of brennan and jesse and you can see who is talking at the start of each scene. Anyroadup, its rated M but its really more for adult themes than adult content. Hope you enjoy it. Please R/R, thanks again!
Brennan
A flash of fist, my fist, slamming into Jesse's jaw streaked through my head and I groaned as I threw back my fourth straight vodka, thumping my
unfeeling head down onto the bar. I felt so disgusted with myself. I'd had problems with Jess in the past, like about status and stuff but god, ever
since fighting him in the prison, when I was on all those drugs, I just couldn't look him in his ever innocent face. Despite everything, he never lost
faith, never changed, hardened or gave up on his friends and oh god, I couldn't help but love him for it. I groaned into the wood of the bar and
deeply inhaled the scent of stale smoke and booze, letting the recently all too familiar smell relax me. Only a week had passed since that night at
the prison when I nearly battered Jesse to death, I still couldn't get the image of my electricity arcing through him, the sight of his body convulsing
on the floor of the ring out of my headn. And most of all, seeing him getting up again, time after time, punch after punch, bolt after bolt of energy,
just to help me. It killed me to think of him in pain, in any way, and seeing him now, with the bruises all over his face, the tape on his broken ribs,
the electrical burns all over his body cut me to my core. It just reminded me too much of my teen years. The breakdown after my powers first
developed. Shocking anyone who came within twenty feet of me. Terrified that one day the electricity, my electricity, would consume me, burn me
away. I couldn't go back to that, not ever. So I drank it away, finding comfort in alcohol – temporary amnesia, temporary insanity. I found comfort
in others as well – In flesh, but when it was over I always felt empty, dirty, leaving whichever guy I'd picked up in bed and rushing back to
Sanctuary to scrub the filth of each awful day off my skin. I ordered another shot and rubbed a hand across my thickening stubble, I don't know
how I'm going to get through this.