How sweet were the Brett and Casey moments in 8x19?! So emotional.
Brett and Casey spend the day in bed together asking some deep questions… enjoy!
To My Last Breath
Sylvie lay with her head at the opposite end of Matt's bed, a sheet delicately draped over her. She couldn't remember a time before where so felt as relaxed and radiant as she did right now. She guessed that was the power of love. She and Matt had been together for only a few weeks and already it was the best few weeks of her life. They were inseparable and Sylvie knew that this was it for them. They'd found the one their hearts had been looking for.
"You're an angel." She heard a voice at the bedroom door say as she lifted her head lightly and saw Matt standing there in his boxers carrying a bowl of strawberries.
She smiled widely before flopping her head back down on the bed and giggling; "You're a dork"
Matt shrugged and walked to the end of the bed. "Maybe…" he began before setting the strawberries down beside her, resting his hands on either side of her head and hovering above her "But I'm a stupidly in love dork and honestly – there's no better feeling." He said as he kissed her upside down, causing her to giggle and smile against his lips.
"I had an amazing idea while you were away" she told him as she rolled over onto her stomach so she could look at him properly.
He quirked an eyebrow, "Oh yeah?" he asked as he continued to lean over her on the bed.
"I know we said we'd help Hermann set up for Joe and Chloe's homecoming party" she said as she lifted a strawberry. Hermann wanted to throw a little something for them at Molly's for when they came back from their honeymoon and had roped everyone in to help. "But how about we call in sick… and spend the whole day in bed together." She suggested before biting down on the strawberry with a suggestive eyebrow raise.
Matt gave her a lopsided smirk and a scoff of surprise. It was very unlike Sylvie Brett to bail on anybody. He most certainly wasn't, however, against the idea. He knew that she didn't have to say anything else to convince him
"Say no more…" he said as he kissed her and pulled her back up to the opposite end of the bed, eliciting a playful squeal from her.
"If you could do any other job in the world, what would it be?" Sylvie asked, her head resting in Matt's lap as he sat up, his back against the bed board. They were finally getting around to eating those strawberries after some hot mid-morning activities. Now, they needed to get their strength up from what they had no doubt the afternoon would hold. So for now, they were eating and asking each other any question that came in to mind. They'd known each other for a long time, and they knew a lot about each other. They knew exactly they kind of person they were but it was the finer details, the big life questions that they wanted to find out.
"Any other job? Uh… a doctor." He told her as he ate half a strawberry and gave her the other half.
"I suppose it's probably in your DNA to be in a caring profession." She said with a smile.
Matt shrugged, "I guess I just don't want to do a job that is devoid of any humanity. It's why we're here, to make a difference in people's lives. To go that extra mile."
Sylvie nodded, "You certainly are a little extra that way…" she said with a wink, quoting herself from not that long ago. "I think I'd be a singer."
Matt chuckled, "A singer?" He didn't know why he questioned it. He'd heard her sing on more than one occasionally. Mainly in the shower or if she was just completing a job at work. She was always singing to herself and she had a really beautiful voice.
"Yeah!" she said confidently. "I love singing and if I can bring even a little bit of joy to someone's life through it then I'd consider myself very lucky."
"Well you certainly bring me a heck of a lot of a joy in the mornings when you belt out your song of choice in the shower" he said with a little laugh as he ran his hand over her hair and bent down to steal a quick kiss.
"You provide me with a heck of a lot of joy when you bring me strawberries in bed…" she said with a little moan as she ate another one.
Matt gulped. Who knew seeing her eat a strawberry could be such a turn on?
"Oo, I've got a good one" she said as she turned over onto her side, resting a hand on Matt's thigh. "What is your happiest childhood memory?"
Matt scoffed. He didn't have many of those. Everything in his childhood was often overshadowed by the disintegration of his parent's marriage. But… there was one thing. It wasn't much, but it was something.
"It's not one specific memory but uh… we had this washing line in the backyard. My dad put it up and it was made of this really strong wiring and bolted in to two trees that sat the length of the yard." He began as she looked at him with the softest smile. "One summer when I was around 7, my dad thought it would be fun to make it into a zipwire. So, he built it and Christie and I loved it so much that he built an entire assault course for us. It was the best thing and we just had so much fun that summer and the summers after it too." He said with a smile. It had been a while since he'd thought about it, but he couldn't help but feel joy when he did. "But I think the thing that I loved the most about it… it's the only memory I have in my head of my parents smiling together." He told her quietly. "They rarely did that, but seeing their kids having so much fun… I guess my happiest memories as a child are the ones in which my parents appeared to be happy. Even if it was just an illusion. My dad was a difficult and abusive husband… but he was still my dad. If I can hold on to a single good memory of him, no matter how simple – I will."
Sylvie nodded her head quietly. He didn't need her to tell him she was proud. It was written all over her face. Sylvie remembered that when she arrived at 51, it was basically an unspoken rule that you didn't ask Casey about his family. Apparently, he'd loosened up a little over the past few years about it, but still. He rarely spoke about them and she didn't blame his silence on the matter. But she was proud right now. She was proud of how he thought about it. She was proud he could tell her right now.
"Ok, my turn" he said as he took her hand in his and absentmindedly played with it. "We'll stick with the theme of childhood… why did your parents decide to adopt?"
"Oo, good question." She said as she shifted a little in her spot on the bed. "It's probably going to sound a little crazy but… I think they saw me and just knew that I was supposed to be a Brett." She said with a little shrug. "My brother was 4 and they'd been trying for a few years for another baby and it just wasn't happening for them. They were about ready to give up, but… my mom was a midwife in a hospital just outside of Fowlerton, in the town that Julie was from and my mom was the midwife who delivered me." She said with a smile that Matt couldn't help but return. "She says she can't really explain it, but she just held me and had the strangest feeling in the pit of her stomach. When she found out Julie had planned to give me up for adoption, it just seemed like fate. She brought my dad and Tom to the hospital to see me and that was that. They fell in love"
Matt smiled and kissed her hand, "Well it is hard not to fall in love with you."
"Right back at you Captain." She teased with a wink. "How many girls do you think have fallen in love with you over the years?" she asked with narrowed eyes.
Matt let out a laugh, "Oh at least 2 dozen…"
Sylvie rolled her eyes and lightly shoved him; "Ok and out of those 2 dozen…" she joked. "How many have you fallen in love with?"
Matt looked at her for a moment. Admittedly, he'd been with his fair share of girls, but he could also proudly admit that he'd only been in love three times.
"Three." He said with certainty as Sylvie waited for him to elaborate. "The first time, I was a young firefighter with a bit of a hero complex, and she was the pretty doctor who seemed way out of my league." he joked as Sylvie smiled. She knew about Hallie, of course she did, but she'd never heard him talk about her. "I loved her very much. We were together for 8 years but in the end… we just wanted different things and she wasn't the one for me. I think it's the cruellest thing in the world that she had to die for me to see that." He said with a gulp and tears in his eyes. "She was really wonderful and sometimes I'll walk past someone who has the same perfume as her or I'll pass our favourite restaurant it just breaks me. But it also reminds me of all the things I learnt from that relationship."
"What did you learn?" she asked quietly.
"Never settle for what you know you deserve." He said instantly. It was clearly a lesson he'd take with him to the grave. "And… keep the fights clean – and the sex dirty." He said with a lopsided smirk.
"Matt Casey my god…" Sylvie said in fake shock as he chuckled.
"You're going to be thankful of that lesson one day" he said as he pulled her arm, forcing her to move closer to him.
"Yeah, you're probably right…" she said with a smile as he kissed her. Sylvie shifted so she was now sitting in between his legs, her head against his chest and his arms wrapped around her shoulder. "Did you learn anything from number two?" she asked with a gulp. She knew number two was Gabby and she knew he'd learnt a heck of a lot from it – she was just curious as to how he would put it into words.
"Always give your all in a relationship until your all isn't enough." He said as he rested his cheek against her head and held her that little bit tighter. "I grew a lot from that relationship, and I will always value it. She reminded me what's so great about love… but also what's incredibly difficult about it. I came out of that relationship knowing exactly what I wanted and what I didn't want and I can proudly say that I gave my all to find that out – so how could the pain ever be something I would regret?"
Matt hated being vulnerable. He hated talking about himself like this, but there was something about talking to Sylvie that made him feel so at peace and so secure. He figured that was what happened when you found the right person for you.
"And number three? How did you know you loved her?" Sylvie asked as she felt him smile against her head.
"Well number three kind of crept up on me with no warning…" he said as Sylvie held onto his arms and rested her cheek against his bicep "and I'm incredibly thankful that she did. I knew that I liked her about a year before I got my head out of my ass and told her. It was when we responded to some kids messing around with fireworks and I got this burn on my neck. It hurt like hell and I was just going to wash it out but she sat my stubborn ass down and made me promise to look after it. When she walked away from me I just stared after her and thought about how caring she was and how selfless she was and how she always looked out for the people she loved most in this world. I knew then that I was falling for her, even if I couldn't admit it." He said as Sylvie smiled at the memory. She had been so bossy and has basically yelled at him for not changing his bandage, and she was grateful that he remembered it in such a sweet way. "But the moment I knew that I loved her… I was dancing with her at a wedding and she said to me that if you find someone who makes love feel as easy as breathing then you've hit the jackpot. And as I held her, it felt like the easiest thing in the world." He said quietly into her ear. They were the only people in the room, but this was something he wanted only her to hear. "I knew then that I'd found the person I was meant to love to my last breath."
"I love you. More than I can put into words." She replied quietly. She wasn't sure there was a time she ever felt so very loved and she was eternally grateful for it.
"I love you too Sylvie Brett… to my last breath."
