SHOTS
By: Sage 360
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
Hey! I've returned to finish up! Thanks to every one whom kept in touch! The next piece coming out is called NOT FADE AWAY. Look for it to go faster than this one and Clublights.
Jesse had finally gotten him into the car. After the dragged on dinner and dipping into each other's 'issues' the men sat quietly. Admission is a hard thing for the male ego and relies on a foundation of emotion only women are easy to yield to. As the molecular navigated the twisted highway, he knew that if he wanted one from Brennan, he'd have to start himself.
"I'm...'not sure' about being over Emma." In male terminology, 'not sure' means afraid.
Brennan turned from the view rolling past. "I know you are."
"Dude, for nearly three years, she was this major part of my life. It's like a limb was cut off..."
"And Lexa just fills the void differently."
"No..." He replied. "Well, yes and no. She doesn't feel the void more so than replacing it."
"Something to care about, make you forget Emma."
"Not make me forget." Jesse attempted to explain. "She almost makes it easier to remember. Like its okay to move on...Totally different from you and Shalimar."
The elemental's ears perked up at the feral's name. "How do you figure that?"
Jesse glanced from the windshield to his 'brother'. "You aren't ready for her. It's the only reason you make excuses. Everything that keeps you from dealing with her is, in your mind, the best possible option. Miranda, Samantha, the countless faces in between. Shalimar represents an honesty about yourself you aren't willing to face. It's like you're afraid of her."
The dark man raised a brow to his teammate. "I liked 'not ready' better."
"Either or."
"I'll 'admitted'," Brennan started, that I'm not quite 'prepared' for risking things with Shal, but its out of concern for her."
"That's an excuse, Brennan."
"Dude, I could say Lexa is an excuse to forget Emma. You're afraid that for one day, one minute, it would get to the point that she completely faded from your mind-if it hasn't already happened."
The blonde exhaled against the pressure of his seat belt. "It has."
"You were scared to realize it had."
"Okay, scared is a worse word that afraid...What am I saying, their both fucked up!
Brennan returned to the passing view, unaware of their direction. "Jess, you won't ever forget Emma. But you can't keep living in the past."
"Neither can you. Samantha would have been one more wall put up between you and Shalimar. It's about time you knocked some of those down."
"And its about time you let Emma rest." The two men quieted when finally hearing what they needed to. The elemental spoke after several minutes. "She would want you to move on."
"I know..."
"So...obviously, you're dragging me back to Sanctuary. What now?"
The molecular grinned at his teammate. "Now, we face our 'issues'" Issues is male terminology for fears.
"Women." Brennan smirked while reclining into his seat. "God made her to destroy man."
They sat in the car for twenty minutes.
Jesse emerged first, finally giving in as he walked the halls toward Lexa's room. Even before his fingers hit the door, he could hear her talking. The Dominion was on the computer, telling hr about a painting they needed to be 'collected'. Defeated, the man headed towards his room. Maybe tomorrow, he thought. After the exhibit. (Art of Attraction, Season Three)
As for Brennan, his footsteps moved quietly down the hallways. Unfortunately, it wasn't quiet enough for certain ears. Shalimar poked her head out of her room. Half asleep and with tousled blonde hair. If any nerve had been in the man, it faded right then. "Hey Shal."
"Hey Sparky." The woman yawned. "Where you been?"
"Out with Jesse..." Brennan watched the face he'd studied for the last three years and knew that this moment wasn't the time to tell her. Shalimar deserved more that a half-drunk, late night admission from him. He'd have to think this out.
"Something on your mind?" She asked.
The man smiled, ruffling the messy blonde ponytail a top her head. "No...I'm turnin' in. Catch you tomorrow."
The feral smiled as she watched him walk down the hall. Brown eyes knew this 'wait' game they were playing was growing short. "Whenever you're ready, Brennan." She whispered before closing her door. "Whenever you're ready."
By: Sage 360
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
Hey! I've returned to finish up! Thanks to every one whom kept in touch! The next piece coming out is called NOT FADE AWAY. Look for it to go faster than this one and Clublights.
Jesse had finally gotten him into the car. After the dragged on dinner and dipping into each other's 'issues' the men sat quietly. Admission is a hard thing for the male ego and relies on a foundation of emotion only women are easy to yield to. As the molecular navigated the twisted highway, he knew that if he wanted one from Brennan, he'd have to start himself.
"I'm...'not sure' about being over Emma." In male terminology, 'not sure' means afraid.
Brennan turned from the view rolling past. "I know you are."
"Dude, for nearly three years, she was this major part of my life. It's like a limb was cut off..."
"And Lexa just fills the void differently."
"No..." He replied. "Well, yes and no. She doesn't feel the void more so than replacing it."
"Something to care about, make you forget Emma."
"Not make me forget." Jesse attempted to explain. "She almost makes it easier to remember. Like its okay to move on...Totally different from you and Shalimar."
The elemental's ears perked up at the feral's name. "How do you figure that?"
Jesse glanced from the windshield to his 'brother'. "You aren't ready for her. It's the only reason you make excuses. Everything that keeps you from dealing with her is, in your mind, the best possible option. Miranda, Samantha, the countless faces in between. Shalimar represents an honesty about yourself you aren't willing to face. It's like you're afraid of her."
The dark man raised a brow to his teammate. "I liked 'not ready' better."
"Either or."
"I'll 'admitted'," Brennan started, that I'm not quite 'prepared' for risking things with Shal, but its out of concern for her."
"That's an excuse, Brennan."
"Dude, I could say Lexa is an excuse to forget Emma. You're afraid that for one day, one minute, it would get to the point that she completely faded from your mind-if it hasn't already happened."
The blonde exhaled against the pressure of his seat belt. "It has."
"You were scared to realize it had."
"Okay, scared is a worse word that afraid...What am I saying, their both fucked up!
Brennan returned to the passing view, unaware of their direction. "Jess, you won't ever forget Emma. But you can't keep living in the past."
"Neither can you. Samantha would have been one more wall put up between you and Shalimar. It's about time you knocked some of those down."
"And its about time you let Emma rest." The two men quieted when finally hearing what they needed to. The elemental spoke after several minutes. "She would want you to move on."
"I know..."
"So...obviously, you're dragging me back to Sanctuary. What now?"
The molecular grinned at his teammate. "Now, we face our 'issues'" Issues is male terminology for fears.
"Women." Brennan smirked while reclining into his seat. "God made her to destroy man."
They sat in the car for twenty minutes.
Jesse emerged first, finally giving in as he walked the halls toward Lexa's room. Even before his fingers hit the door, he could hear her talking. The Dominion was on the computer, telling hr about a painting they needed to be 'collected'. Defeated, the man headed towards his room. Maybe tomorrow, he thought. After the exhibit. (Art of Attraction, Season Three)
As for Brennan, his footsteps moved quietly down the hallways. Unfortunately, it wasn't quiet enough for certain ears. Shalimar poked her head out of her room. Half asleep and with tousled blonde hair. If any nerve had been in the man, it faded right then. "Hey Shal."
"Hey Sparky." The woman yawned. "Where you been?"
"Out with Jesse..." Brennan watched the face he'd studied for the last three years and knew that this moment wasn't the time to tell her. Shalimar deserved more that a half-drunk, late night admission from him. He'd have to think this out.
"Something on your mind?" She asked.
The man smiled, ruffling the messy blonde ponytail a top her head. "No...I'm turnin' in. Catch you tomorrow."
The feral smiled as she watched him walk down the hall. Brown eyes knew this 'wait' game they were playing was growing short. "Whenever you're ready, Brennan." She whispered before closing her door. "Whenever you're ready."