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A/N: Oooh I am sooooooooo sorry I took so long to update. I have been so busy lately and could never find the time to sit down and get writing. However tonight, I was inspired and got this out quickly. I hate leaving fics unfinished. This is the last chapter though because there is just no time to update anymore. :( I hope this chapter is okay and doesn't disappoint because I know some of you guys have been waiting a long time for this. Be forewarned: This is cheesy and mushy LOL Thanks sooooooooo much guys for reading and replying and long live BROE!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 16: Coma Coma Coma Coma Coma Chameleon
"Aggh," Chloe moved her mouth. She felt as if someone had thrown a rock at her face.
"Chloe? Chloe, sweetheart, wake up."
Chloe opened her heavy eyes and tried to focus and turn her attention to the voice calling her name. "Chloe."
She felt someone grasp her hand and focused on Craig's face. "Craig," her voice was raspy. "Craig? Nancy? What happened?"
"Oh Chloe," Nancy gathered her daughter awkwardly in her arms. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"Chloe, you just had a slight concussion and broke your foot. You've been out for a few hours but you're going to be okay. Do you remember anything honey?"
Chloe let out a long breath. "Uhhh. . . God, seems like ages ago but I remember driving to Chicago and I couldn't see a damn thing. Next thing I know, I'm running into a tree and. . ." she trailed off. "I guess I was knocked out for awhile but I do remember getting out of my car to inspect the damage and everything and one of my tires was flat. I remember kicking it and feeling the most intense pain of my life," she chuckled. "Hence my broken foot, I suppose." She sobered. "I really don't know what happened after that though. I must have passed out again. How did you find me?"
"We didn't," Craig said matter-of-factly. "Brady did, lucky for you and all of us."
"Brady?"
Craig nodded. "You were like a block of ice. Brady came into the ER carrying you in his arms, looking like death run over. He was so worried."
"And so relieved," Nancy added, smiling. "When he found out you were going to be okay. He really loves you."
"I know." Chloe grinned. "I'm going to marry him, even if he doesn't know it yet."
Nancy squealed in amusement. "You remind me of me when I met your father."
Craig only shook his head in amazement. "Poor Brady doesn't know what he's in for."
"Where is he anyway?" Chloe yawned, an effect of the medication.
"Outside, probably pacing the hallways, worried sick about you," Craig chuckled.
"That's not funny," Chloe couldn't help but join her father in laughter.
"It's hilarious honey. If only you could see him. He has this tiny bulldog in his hands, can't keep still and looks like he's had fifty cups of coffee. His hair's doing this really dorky twist at the front too."
"Can you send him in?" She asked her father.
"On one condition."
"Anything."
"Try and calm him down please. How this guy makes his living keeping order in society, I'll never know."
Chloe only laughed as her parents left the room. A few moments later, Brady poked in his head.
"Chloe?"
"Brady?" She mocked him.
"Ha, ha. Very funny," he stepped into the room cautiously and stood by the door looking ready to bolt at any second.
"Brady, I'm fine. Really." She held her arm out to him. "Come here."
He smiled slyly and went to sit on a chair beside her bed. He pulled her hand into his and kissed it softly. "Chloe, I love you."
She knew he loved her, knew it the minute he laid eyes on her, but hearing him say it threw her for a loop as happy tears ran unheeded down her cheeks. "I love you too, Brady. My little boy," she ruffled his hair.
He smiled roguishly; then sobered. "I should be angry with you."
"Why?" She grinned.
"Recklessly driving in the middle of a snowstorm. Foolishly not heeding-"
"I was not reckless!"
"Not heeding the warnings of horrible weather," he finished.
"Okay, fine. It was foolish of me. But you were the one who found me. So what were you doing on the road at a time like that, hmm?"
"Looking for you."
"Brady," Chloe began.
"Okay. Okay." He sat back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair.
"I love when you do that," she smiled at him dreamily.
He peered at her quizzically. "Do you know that a part of me fell in love with you before I laid eyes on you."
"Yes."
"What do you mean 'yes?' You don't know that."
"Yes, yes I do," she laughed furiously. "I remember walking into your room and you were such a pain in the ass, yelling about something or rather, looking like the perfect, beautiful spoiled brat."
"I said BEFORE I laid eyes on you."
"What do you mean?" Her brow furrowed.
"I mean when I was in a coma."
She shook her head, confused. "But-"
"You see I was at home tonight, talking with Fred."
"Fred?"
"One of the signs."
"What?"
"Oh, I mean my dog. But he's a sign too." He sighed, shaking his head. "I'll explain that later. Point is: I'm in my apartment and Chopin comes on the radio and I remembered."
"Remembered?" Chloe couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was sure he'd never remember.
"And I realized something."
"You did?"
"Uh huh. You were- you ARE my angel. My angel of music. The only voice I remembered when I was in the hospital all those weeks in a coma." He reached out and grasped her hand. "The only touch I remember feeling deep in my soul. The only thing that inspired me. And the only thing that continues to inspire me."
"Brady," Chloe sighed, a little overwhelmed.
"I know it sounds crazy but. . . Chloe, you saved me. And I know now that we're meant to be together. You had the tarot cards and I have Fred and Chopin playing on my stereo in my apartment."
"Don't tell me Mr. Nihilistic believes in signs," she joked.
He grinned and then sobered, holding a blushing Chloe's gaze. "I believe in us."
"I do too," Chloe whispered as she felt Brady's soft lips descend slowly upon her own, gentle, undemanding, loving kisses.
"Could this be what being in love feels like?" Brady asked, his hand softly stroking the side of Chloe's face.
"I think so," she pulled his head down, his lips to hers again, demanding more from him now, wanting to breathe him all in and remember this forever.
"Ooh wee," he breathed out. "Miss Lane, you're going to be the death of me."
"Ooh wee? Brady, you been watching those old westerns again?" She chuckled as he flopped back into his seat.
"You got me," Brady surrendered.
"I sure do," Chloe grinned.
"I'm not afraid of loving you Chloe. I don't think I've ever been afraid of that. My problem was, I was afraid of losing you."
"And now?"
"Now I'm not afraid. Now I just want to love you, through thick and thin for better or for worse, all the days of our lives." He kissed her lips lightly.
"Oh, Brady," she felt herself tear up again.
"Don't cry. I hate to think I make you cry. Maybe I ought to leave you for a bit, let you get some rest."
"Oh no," she whined. "These are happy tears, you fool. Stay with me. Just tell Craig you've got nowhere to go or something. Tell him you can't sleep without me. Just stay?"
"Okay," he leaned his elbows on her bed and laid his chin in his hands. "I'll never leave you again. I can promise you that."
"Until you go back to Chicago," Chloe pouted and played with the hospital bed sheets.
"Chloe-"
"I'm sorry for being so selfish Brady but-"
"Chloe, I transferred to the Salem PD. That's what I'd come to Salem to tell you when I saw you having lunch with Philip at the Java Cafe."
"Oh, Philip." She groaned.
"I was an idiot. I was so angry, I didn't give you a chance to explain. You were just having coffee with an attractive, young man, who just happened to be my nephew."
"And who just happens to be gay," Chloe finished.
"What?"
"Philip. Gay," she said flatly.
Brady chuckled. "Phil's not gay. He would've told me."
"Okay," Chloe nodded, not wanting to discuss Philip but rather her and Brady.
"So anyway, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions."
"You're forgiven Cupcake Man."
"Cupcake Man?"
"Well, cupcakes ARE sexy." She smiled slyly.
"That's true," Brady grinned, knowing they were both thinking of that night on the couch with the frosted cupcakes.
"Join me?" Chloe scooted over in bed and held open the sheets.
"With pleasure," Brady slid in bed next to her, gathering her in his arms.
"This is nice," Chloe yawned loudly.
"Go to sleep, sleepyhead," he chuckled.
"No, I don't want to miss anything."
"Miss anything?" Brady chuckled. "What's to miss? Me babbling about how, contrary to popular belief, man never landed on the moon."
"Yeah," she yawned again. "Oh, I forgot to thank you."
"For what?"
"Saving me tonight."
"We rescue each other," he kissed the top of her head.
"Oh, you're so sweet," she yawned once again.
"Chloe, go to sleep."
"Will you be here when I wake up?" She looked up at him with these big, beautiful doe eyes that turned Brady's insides to a sloppy, cheesy mush.
He tightened his grip around her and kissed her forehead. "Chloe, in this drunken medicated state you're in, if you ever remember anything I say, remember this: I love you more than any words in this nutty world can say and I plan on having you with me for the rest of our lives. When you're with me, you're in good hands."
"And in the only hands I'll ever want to be," Chloe murmured before falling asleep. And so they both took a well-deserved rest and when they woke, started their lives together, Fred included of course.
THE END!!! Thanks for reading!!! ;), Georgie aka pbnj
A/N: Oooh I am sooooooooo sorry I took so long to update. I have been so busy lately and could never find the time to sit down and get writing. However tonight, I was inspired and got this out quickly. I hate leaving fics unfinished. This is the last chapter though because there is just no time to update anymore. :( I hope this chapter is okay and doesn't disappoint because I know some of you guys have been waiting a long time for this. Be forewarned: This is cheesy and mushy LOL Thanks sooooooooo much guys for reading and replying and long live BROE!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 16: Coma Coma Coma Coma Coma Chameleon
"Aggh," Chloe moved her mouth. She felt as if someone had thrown a rock at her face.
"Chloe? Chloe, sweetheart, wake up."
Chloe opened her heavy eyes and tried to focus and turn her attention to the voice calling her name. "Chloe."
She felt someone grasp her hand and focused on Craig's face. "Craig," her voice was raspy. "Craig? Nancy? What happened?"
"Oh Chloe," Nancy gathered her daughter awkwardly in her arms. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"Chloe, you just had a slight concussion and broke your foot. You've been out for a few hours but you're going to be okay. Do you remember anything honey?"
Chloe let out a long breath. "Uhhh. . . God, seems like ages ago but I remember driving to Chicago and I couldn't see a damn thing. Next thing I know, I'm running into a tree and. . ." she trailed off. "I guess I was knocked out for awhile but I do remember getting out of my car to inspect the damage and everything and one of my tires was flat. I remember kicking it and feeling the most intense pain of my life," she chuckled. "Hence my broken foot, I suppose." She sobered. "I really don't know what happened after that though. I must have passed out again. How did you find me?"
"We didn't," Craig said matter-of-factly. "Brady did, lucky for you and all of us."
"Brady?"
Craig nodded. "You were like a block of ice. Brady came into the ER carrying you in his arms, looking like death run over. He was so worried."
"And so relieved," Nancy added, smiling. "When he found out you were going to be okay. He really loves you."
"I know." Chloe grinned. "I'm going to marry him, even if he doesn't know it yet."
Nancy squealed in amusement. "You remind me of me when I met your father."
Craig only shook his head in amazement. "Poor Brady doesn't know what he's in for."
"Where is he anyway?" Chloe yawned, an effect of the medication.
"Outside, probably pacing the hallways, worried sick about you," Craig chuckled.
"That's not funny," Chloe couldn't help but join her father in laughter.
"It's hilarious honey. If only you could see him. He has this tiny bulldog in his hands, can't keep still and looks like he's had fifty cups of coffee. His hair's doing this really dorky twist at the front too."
"Can you send him in?" She asked her father.
"On one condition."
"Anything."
"Try and calm him down please. How this guy makes his living keeping order in society, I'll never know."
Chloe only laughed as her parents left the room. A few moments later, Brady poked in his head.
"Chloe?"
"Brady?" She mocked him.
"Ha, ha. Very funny," he stepped into the room cautiously and stood by the door looking ready to bolt at any second.
"Brady, I'm fine. Really." She held her arm out to him. "Come here."
He smiled slyly and went to sit on a chair beside her bed. He pulled her hand into his and kissed it softly. "Chloe, I love you."
She knew he loved her, knew it the minute he laid eyes on her, but hearing him say it threw her for a loop as happy tears ran unheeded down her cheeks. "I love you too, Brady. My little boy," she ruffled his hair.
He smiled roguishly; then sobered. "I should be angry with you."
"Why?" She grinned.
"Recklessly driving in the middle of a snowstorm. Foolishly not heeding-"
"I was not reckless!"
"Not heeding the warnings of horrible weather," he finished.
"Okay, fine. It was foolish of me. But you were the one who found me. So what were you doing on the road at a time like that, hmm?"
"Looking for you."
"Brady," Chloe began.
"Okay. Okay." He sat back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair.
"I love when you do that," she smiled at him dreamily.
He peered at her quizzically. "Do you know that a part of me fell in love with you before I laid eyes on you."
"Yes."
"What do you mean 'yes?' You don't know that."
"Yes, yes I do," she laughed furiously. "I remember walking into your room and you were such a pain in the ass, yelling about something or rather, looking like the perfect, beautiful spoiled brat."
"I said BEFORE I laid eyes on you."
"What do you mean?" Her brow furrowed.
"I mean when I was in a coma."
She shook her head, confused. "But-"
"You see I was at home tonight, talking with Fred."
"Fred?"
"One of the signs."
"What?"
"Oh, I mean my dog. But he's a sign too." He sighed, shaking his head. "I'll explain that later. Point is: I'm in my apartment and Chopin comes on the radio and I remembered."
"Remembered?" Chloe couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was sure he'd never remember.
"And I realized something."
"You did?"
"Uh huh. You were- you ARE my angel. My angel of music. The only voice I remembered when I was in the hospital all those weeks in a coma." He reached out and grasped her hand. "The only touch I remember feeling deep in my soul. The only thing that inspired me. And the only thing that continues to inspire me."
"Brady," Chloe sighed, a little overwhelmed.
"I know it sounds crazy but. . . Chloe, you saved me. And I know now that we're meant to be together. You had the tarot cards and I have Fred and Chopin playing on my stereo in my apartment."
"Don't tell me Mr. Nihilistic believes in signs," she joked.
He grinned and then sobered, holding a blushing Chloe's gaze. "I believe in us."
"I do too," Chloe whispered as she felt Brady's soft lips descend slowly upon her own, gentle, undemanding, loving kisses.
"Could this be what being in love feels like?" Brady asked, his hand softly stroking the side of Chloe's face.
"I think so," she pulled his head down, his lips to hers again, demanding more from him now, wanting to breathe him all in and remember this forever.
"Ooh wee," he breathed out. "Miss Lane, you're going to be the death of me."
"Ooh wee? Brady, you been watching those old westerns again?" She chuckled as he flopped back into his seat.
"You got me," Brady surrendered.
"I sure do," Chloe grinned.
"I'm not afraid of loving you Chloe. I don't think I've ever been afraid of that. My problem was, I was afraid of losing you."
"And now?"
"Now I'm not afraid. Now I just want to love you, through thick and thin for better or for worse, all the days of our lives." He kissed her lips lightly.
"Oh, Brady," she felt herself tear up again.
"Don't cry. I hate to think I make you cry. Maybe I ought to leave you for a bit, let you get some rest."
"Oh no," she whined. "These are happy tears, you fool. Stay with me. Just tell Craig you've got nowhere to go or something. Tell him you can't sleep without me. Just stay?"
"Okay," he leaned his elbows on her bed and laid his chin in his hands. "I'll never leave you again. I can promise you that."
"Until you go back to Chicago," Chloe pouted and played with the hospital bed sheets.
"Chloe-"
"I'm sorry for being so selfish Brady but-"
"Chloe, I transferred to the Salem PD. That's what I'd come to Salem to tell you when I saw you having lunch with Philip at the Java Cafe."
"Oh, Philip." She groaned.
"I was an idiot. I was so angry, I didn't give you a chance to explain. You were just having coffee with an attractive, young man, who just happened to be my nephew."
"And who just happens to be gay," Chloe finished.
"What?"
"Philip. Gay," she said flatly.
Brady chuckled. "Phil's not gay. He would've told me."
"Okay," Chloe nodded, not wanting to discuss Philip but rather her and Brady.
"So anyway, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions."
"You're forgiven Cupcake Man."
"Cupcake Man?"
"Well, cupcakes ARE sexy." She smiled slyly.
"That's true," Brady grinned, knowing they were both thinking of that night on the couch with the frosted cupcakes.
"Join me?" Chloe scooted over in bed and held open the sheets.
"With pleasure," Brady slid in bed next to her, gathering her in his arms.
"This is nice," Chloe yawned loudly.
"Go to sleep, sleepyhead," he chuckled.
"No, I don't want to miss anything."
"Miss anything?" Brady chuckled. "What's to miss? Me babbling about how, contrary to popular belief, man never landed on the moon."
"Yeah," she yawned again. "Oh, I forgot to thank you."
"For what?"
"Saving me tonight."
"We rescue each other," he kissed the top of her head.
"Oh, you're so sweet," she yawned once again.
"Chloe, go to sleep."
"Will you be here when I wake up?" She looked up at him with these big, beautiful doe eyes that turned Brady's insides to a sloppy, cheesy mush.
He tightened his grip around her and kissed her forehead. "Chloe, in this drunken medicated state you're in, if you ever remember anything I say, remember this: I love you more than any words in this nutty world can say and I plan on having you with me for the rest of our lives. When you're with me, you're in good hands."
"And in the only hands I'll ever want to be," Chloe murmured before falling asleep. And so they both took a well-deserved rest and when they woke, started their lives together, Fred included of course.
THE END!!! Thanks for reading!!! ;), Georgie aka pbnj