Author's Note: So the last chapter was better, right? Good, because I
tried improving. Anyway y'all try to enjoy.
Brennan was finally ready to go back to Sanctuary. He had been sitting in his new black BMW, two-seater convertible for the past two hours. Everything had been so hectic lately, he mused running a hand through his dark hair. Adam and Emma were gone, dead, they weren't coming back, and he hadn't gotten used to that. The man who took him in two years prior was not going to be giving him some scientific mumble jumble for Emma to explain and then fade into the background to let him take charge. No, they were gone. She was gone.
He had really respected her, cared for her even, but innocent Emma didn't deserve a man like him. 'And Shal did?' he asked himself. He rolled his eyes and went back to thoughts of a former member of Mutant X. She didn't need a street wise guy like him, she needed someone like Tyler. He had tried to keep her from falling for him, to stay safe and away from people like him, the guy who won't stay in one place too long, and ultimately leave her. He did leave, but not the way he had expected, he died for her. That's when Brennan definitely knew Emma could never be his.
He leaned back in the driver's seat and turned the ignition and activated the com-link again receiving a voice, Jesse's, immediately, to come to the 53rd Street Café. Sighing he drove out of the old deserted parking lot of a club he used to inhabit. He always went there to think. He had been there everyday for months on end, Shalimar never knew he went there and Lexa hadn't found out any of his secrets yet before she left, leaving his broken hearted friend in her wake.
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"Have you seen this woman?" Shalimar asked a man behind the counter of the 53rd Street Café. He was a little man, maybe only five feet six inches, and a little nervous with the blonde feral asking him questions in a rather harsh tone. "Well, have you seen her?"
The little man nodded, "Her name's Emma DeLauro. She, uh, just left. Her shift was over."
"Where did she go?" she leaned over the counter just slightly before the bell sounded when the door opened. Her head snapped up as she watched Brennan's tall, broad shouldered form enter the café. "Shal . . . what's up?" he inquired of he team member.
She held up the picture, the last picture taken, of Emma. His lips thinned and he cast a look to Jesse for an explanation. "We found Emma."
"What do you what with the girl? She's a good kid," the little man spoke up.
"I want to know where she is," Brennan approached the man, "Now."
"She went home, I guess," the man became a little intimidated by man in front of him.
"And where exactly is that?"
The little man shrugged, "She likes to keep to herself."
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I know the chapter is still a little short, but the point is I updated. Review please.
Brennan was finally ready to go back to Sanctuary. He had been sitting in his new black BMW, two-seater convertible for the past two hours. Everything had been so hectic lately, he mused running a hand through his dark hair. Adam and Emma were gone, dead, they weren't coming back, and he hadn't gotten used to that. The man who took him in two years prior was not going to be giving him some scientific mumble jumble for Emma to explain and then fade into the background to let him take charge. No, they were gone. She was gone.
He had really respected her, cared for her even, but innocent Emma didn't deserve a man like him. 'And Shal did?' he asked himself. He rolled his eyes and went back to thoughts of a former member of Mutant X. She didn't need a street wise guy like him, she needed someone like Tyler. He had tried to keep her from falling for him, to stay safe and away from people like him, the guy who won't stay in one place too long, and ultimately leave her. He did leave, but not the way he had expected, he died for her. That's when Brennan definitely knew Emma could never be his.
He leaned back in the driver's seat and turned the ignition and activated the com-link again receiving a voice, Jesse's, immediately, to come to the 53rd Street Café. Sighing he drove out of the old deserted parking lot of a club he used to inhabit. He always went there to think. He had been there everyday for months on end, Shalimar never knew he went there and Lexa hadn't found out any of his secrets yet before she left, leaving his broken hearted friend in her wake.
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"Have you seen this woman?" Shalimar asked a man behind the counter of the 53rd Street Café. He was a little man, maybe only five feet six inches, and a little nervous with the blonde feral asking him questions in a rather harsh tone. "Well, have you seen her?"
The little man nodded, "Her name's Emma DeLauro. She, uh, just left. Her shift was over."
"Where did she go?" she leaned over the counter just slightly before the bell sounded when the door opened. Her head snapped up as she watched Brennan's tall, broad shouldered form enter the café. "Shal . . . what's up?" he inquired of he team member.
She held up the picture, the last picture taken, of Emma. His lips thinned and he cast a look to Jesse for an explanation. "We found Emma."
"What do you what with the girl? She's a good kid," the little man spoke up.
"I want to know where she is," Brennan approached the man, "Now."
"She went home, I guess," the man became a little intimidated by man in front of him.
"And where exactly is that?"
The little man shrugged, "She likes to keep to herself."
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I know the chapter is still a little short, but the point is I updated. Review please.