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~*My mom wrote this as a parallel to my scene.*~
Brother's Keeper: Scene 2
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Shalimar watched from the catwalk above. She had seen Brennan go into Lexa's room and knew this was going to be hard. She just didn't know how hard. When they had gotten back home Lexa ran to her room and had been there every since. Even from a distance when Sanctuary seemed as quiet as a church, Shalimar could hear the muffled cries of heartbreak coming from the distraught woman's room. It wasn't long before Brennan decided he needed to check on her. Now he walked out slowly and closed the door behind him. Sliding his hands in his pockets he turned and almost walked into Jesse.
"Hey," Jesse began quietly, as he looked passed Brennan to the closed door. "How is she?" When he didn't get an answer right away he stopped and finally looked at Brennan. Jesse's brow creased as he saw the distance and pain in Brennan's face.
"Hurt," was all Brennan could manage to say. He stepped past Jesse and walked away.
Jesse watched his retreating form for a moment. As if he could sense she was there, almost as if their positions were planned, Jesse turned and looked right into Shalimar's eyes. He saw the sadness hiding there and saw her nod. Knowing she would take care of Brennan, he turned and knocked on Lexa's door.
Shalimar quietly followed Brennan. She watched from behind as a transformation seemed to take place as he walked. He began slowly just wandering through the hall. His pace quickened as did his determination to get somewhere. He was headed toward the back. She stopped and let him have a little time to himself. After about 10 minutes she walked into the training room. She watched silently from the door. Brennan had changed into a tee shirt and shorts. He was dripping with sweat and slowing to a jog on the tread mill. She watched as he came to a stop and reached for a towel. He moved to the punching bag and began to hit it with his fists. His throws were slow at first. As she got closer they became more forceful. He began punching wildly hard, grunting his frustration with every punch.
"Hey." She got no response. "Brennan" she spoke a bit louder but didn't want to startle him. Seeing he still didn't hear her. She stepped to his side and hooked her arm around his just as he was throwing another punch. Their elbows locked and he froze at the sudden intrusion. "Hey," she started softly when he was quiet. "You've already punished your hands enough." She gently took his fist in her hand. The knuckles were already red and beginning to bruise. When he didn't say anything she raised his hand and kissed the soreness.
He slowly pulled away and turned back to reach for the towel that he had thrown on the bench. He wrapped it around his neck and sat with his elbows on his knees examining the job he had done on his hands. He was just now beginning to feel it.
Shalimar came and sat by his side. "She's grieving. She didn't mean it."
Surprised, Brennan turned and looked into her eyes. "You were listening?"
"I don't make a rule of it but when I think it's important,,,"
He saw nothing but compassion in her eyes as he questioned her. "I was trying to help." Brennan looked away but continued. "You know I am the last one to trust her. She seemed like she was loosing it, you know? I mean, usually she's so calm in what she wants. She's arrogant and obnoxious trying to control everything and everyone around here. She seemed different this time. I could tell she was really afraid and really trying to not let me see it. I think she realized she wasn't pulling anything over on me when I was in her room the first time. She thought about it for a minute then agreed to my helping her. Maybe she thought the best way to keep me guessing was to keep me close." He stood and took a few steps then went on. "While we were out there she started to talk. She began to open up a little. I could tell that she was uncomfortable but she was really worried. I knew she wasn't playing me. She was telling it straight. She just didn't tell me everything quick enough." Turning to Shalimar he looked into her eyes hoping she would understand. "I began to understand her bad attitude and I really wanted to help her. I didn't want to see her get hurt. She tried to stop me from following her but she never really explained why. I couldn't just let her walk into anything. I knew she wasn't thinking straight."
Shalimar stood and closed the distance between them. "You did the only thing you could have." Her voice was reassuring.
Brennan watched as she approached and heard the acceptance in her voice. He reached out and took her into his arms. He needed to feel that she still believed in him and didn't doubt his judgment when he wasn't so sure himself. "I think I really messed up, though. She's blaming me for forcing her to choose between me and Leo. What's going to happen to the team now? How are we supposed to function with that between us?" He closed his eyes and held her closer.
Shalimar's heart was breaking at the hurt and confusion she was hearing from him. "She's hurting right now, Bren. She really doesn't blame you. I heard her say that she knew it would have probably ended like this anyway." She moved away, reached up and took his face in her hands so he would look at her. "I knew she may not have been willing to really fight Troy. Jesse and I were ready to go in there and do the same thing you did. You just got there first." She was glad to see him smile back at her. Pulling gently, she tiptoed and kissed him lightly. "Don't worry. This will pass. Jesse's talking to her now. She'll be alright and in a little while you two will be at each other's throats again fighting for the reins. Everything will be just as happy as it was before." She chuckled when she heard his groan and saw him roll his eyes. She suddenly was still when she felt his hold on her intensify.
He looked deeply into her eyes. "What would I ever do without you?" he whispered. Slowly lowering his head he captured her lips before she could respond and kissed her, finally giving release to all the tension that had built up between them in the three years that they had lived together.
~*~*~* That's it for now. (until maybe next week). Hope you liked it. Please Review!*~*~*~
~*Redhead2*~*~*Fiery Feral*~
~*My mom wrote this as a parallel to my scene.*~
Brother's Keeper: Scene 2
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Shalimar watched from the catwalk above. She had seen Brennan go into Lexa's room and knew this was going to be hard. She just didn't know how hard. When they had gotten back home Lexa ran to her room and had been there every since. Even from a distance when Sanctuary seemed as quiet as a church, Shalimar could hear the muffled cries of heartbreak coming from the distraught woman's room. It wasn't long before Brennan decided he needed to check on her. Now he walked out slowly and closed the door behind him. Sliding his hands in his pockets he turned and almost walked into Jesse.
"Hey," Jesse began quietly, as he looked passed Brennan to the closed door. "How is she?" When he didn't get an answer right away he stopped and finally looked at Brennan. Jesse's brow creased as he saw the distance and pain in Brennan's face.
"Hurt," was all Brennan could manage to say. He stepped past Jesse and walked away.
Jesse watched his retreating form for a moment. As if he could sense she was there, almost as if their positions were planned, Jesse turned and looked right into Shalimar's eyes. He saw the sadness hiding there and saw her nod. Knowing she would take care of Brennan, he turned and knocked on Lexa's door.
Shalimar quietly followed Brennan. She watched from behind as a transformation seemed to take place as he walked. He began slowly just wandering through the hall. His pace quickened as did his determination to get somewhere. He was headed toward the back. She stopped and let him have a little time to himself. After about 10 minutes she walked into the training room. She watched silently from the door. Brennan had changed into a tee shirt and shorts. He was dripping with sweat and slowing to a jog on the tread mill. She watched as he came to a stop and reached for a towel. He moved to the punching bag and began to hit it with his fists. His throws were slow at first. As she got closer they became more forceful. He began punching wildly hard, grunting his frustration with every punch.
"Hey." She got no response. "Brennan" she spoke a bit louder but didn't want to startle him. Seeing he still didn't hear her. She stepped to his side and hooked her arm around his just as he was throwing another punch. Their elbows locked and he froze at the sudden intrusion. "Hey," she started softly when he was quiet. "You've already punished your hands enough." She gently took his fist in her hand. The knuckles were already red and beginning to bruise. When he didn't say anything she raised his hand and kissed the soreness.
He slowly pulled away and turned back to reach for the towel that he had thrown on the bench. He wrapped it around his neck and sat with his elbows on his knees examining the job he had done on his hands. He was just now beginning to feel it.
Shalimar came and sat by his side. "She's grieving. She didn't mean it."
Surprised, Brennan turned and looked into her eyes. "You were listening?"
"I don't make a rule of it but when I think it's important,,,"
He saw nothing but compassion in her eyes as he questioned her. "I was trying to help." Brennan looked away but continued. "You know I am the last one to trust her. She seemed like she was loosing it, you know? I mean, usually she's so calm in what she wants. She's arrogant and obnoxious trying to control everything and everyone around here. She seemed different this time. I could tell she was really afraid and really trying to not let me see it. I think she realized she wasn't pulling anything over on me when I was in her room the first time. She thought about it for a minute then agreed to my helping her. Maybe she thought the best way to keep me guessing was to keep me close." He stood and took a few steps then went on. "While we were out there she started to talk. She began to open up a little. I could tell that she was uncomfortable but she was really worried. I knew she wasn't playing me. She was telling it straight. She just didn't tell me everything quick enough." Turning to Shalimar he looked into her eyes hoping she would understand. "I began to understand her bad attitude and I really wanted to help her. I didn't want to see her get hurt. She tried to stop me from following her but she never really explained why. I couldn't just let her walk into anything. I knew she wasn't thinking straight."
Shalimar stood and closed the distance between them. "You did the only thing you could have." Her voice was reassuring.
Brennan watched as she approached and heard the acceptance in her voice. He reached out and took her into his arms. He needed to feel that she still believed in him and didn't doubt his judgment when he wasn't so sure himself. "I think I really messed up, though. She's blaming me for forcing her to choose between me and Leo. What's going to happen to the team now? How are we supposed to function with that between us?" He closed his eyes and held her closer.
Shalimar's heart was breaking at the hurt and confusion she was hearing from him. "She's hurting right now, Bren. She really doesn't blame you. I heard her say that she knew it would have probably ended like this anyway." She moved away, reached up and took his face in her hands so he would look at her. "I knew she may not have been willing to really fight Troy. Jesse and I were ready to go in there and do the same thing you did. You just got there first." She was glad to see him smile back at her. Pulling gently, she tiptoed and kissed him lightly. "Don't worry. This will pass. Jesse's talking to her now. She'll be alright and in a little while you two will be at each other's throats again fighting for the reins. Everything will be just as happy as it was before." She chuckled when she heard his groan and saw him roll his eyes. She suddenly was still when she felt his hold on her intensify.
He looked deeply into her eyes. "What would I ever do without you?" he whispered. Slowly lowering his head he captured her lips before she could respond and kissed her, finally giving release to all the tension that had built up between them in the three years that they had lived together.
~*~*~* That's it for now. (until maybe next week). Hope you liked it. Please Review!*~*~*~
~*Redhead2*~*~*Fiery Feral*~