Chapter 17
Rating: PG
Summery: I'm not putting one because I never write what I say.
Disclaimer: I only own Livia and the kids and anybody else that doesn't belong to Tribune and other people who I can't remember.
Note: I want to thank those that have stuck with this story, even thought the characters don't follow the cannon, and that you don't hold my mediocre writing against me. That and I don't update as much as you would like me to
Emma continued to look at her tea. Her mind was torn, she wanted to go back to the place she had come to know as her home, but another part realized that if she did go back then that meant that she had to do a bunch of other stuff that she didn't feel like doing.
Like talking to Brennan and trying to explain herself to Shal and apologizing to Adam. She felt that she didn't have to do any of that with Jess. Jesse was her brother, oh maybe not in the gene sense but he was in the spiritual sense.
Jesse understood, sorta from the male's view, but he knew what it was like to watch the one you love happily declare that she was going to date some guy that you thought of as a brother.
She gave a sigh and shook her head as she drained the remainder of her cup. "I don't know Jess. I mean I'm making a new life for me here, I know that it isn't much at the moment but it's a starting point."
"I know Emma. But please, we need you. You're part of the team and you're the little sister that I never had." He finished with a small whine to his voice.
She gave a slight smile and changed the subject. "So do you think might be more with you and Shal?" This time her smile was sly.
Jesse gave a faint blush before clearing his throat. "I don't know. I didn't exactly give her any warning that I was leaving and we didn't talk about being a couple."
She looked up, clear blue eyes pinning him with her gaze. "I'm sensing a but."
"Right before I left, I kissed her." He looked down as he felt her stare intensify. Finally she gave a frustrated sigh. "AND..." she said as she waved her hand in a gesture to continue.
"And I closed the door behind me as she stood looking at me go." He said his patience growing thin. Emma sensing this backed off.
They sat for a few minutes in silence not doing anything but sitting there. Emma running her index finger over her thumb nail while Jesse looked at a burn scar on his hand he got as a youth.
"If..." She started but then closed her mouth. She wanted to word her next few words carefully. She didn't want to give Jesse any false hope. "If I decide to go back, things are gonna have to change."
Jesse nodded his head swiftly. "I know. With the bambino and all. And..."
She held up a hand to stop him. "I want to talk to the others on the phone first. To get them to understand and to get rid of any awkwardness that can be lessened."
"Okay." It was all he said as Emma started making a list for tomorrow and who she was going to call first and what she was gonna say. And what she is going to say to Livia.
Another writer's note: Again I'm sorry that it's not longer and that I don't update enough (head desks self)
Rating: PG
Summery: I'm not putting one because I never write what I say.
Disclaimer: I only own Livia and the kids and anybody else that doesn't belong to Tribune and other people who I can't remember.
Note: I want to thank those that have stuck with this story, even thought the characters don't follow the cannon, and that you don't hold my mediocre writing against me. That and I don't update as much as you would like me to
Emma continued to look at her tea. Her mind was torn, she wanted to go back to the place she had come to know as her home, but another part realized that if she did go back then that meant that she had to do a bunch of other stuff that she didn't feel like doing.
Like talking to Brennan and trying to explain herself to Shal and apologizing to Adam. She felt that she didn't have to do any of that with Jess. Jesse was her brother, oh maybe not in the gene sense but he was in the spiritual sense.
Jesse understood, sorta from the male's view, but he knew what it was like to watch the one you love happily declare that she was going to date some guy that you thought of as a brother.
She gave a sigh and shook her head as she drained the remainder of her cup. "I don't know Jess. I mean I'm making a new life for me here, I know that it isn't much at the moment but it's a starting point."
"I know Emma. But please, we need you. You're part of the team and you're the little sister that I never had." He finished with a small whine to his voice.
She gave a slight smile and changed the subject. "So do you think might be more with you and Shal?" This time her smile was sly.
Jesse gave a faint blush before clearing his throat. "I don't know. I didn't exactly give her any warning that I was leaving and we didn't talk about being a couple."
She looked up, clear blue eyes pinning him with her gaze. "I'm sensing a but."
"Right before I left, I kissed her." He looked down as he felt her stare intensify. Finally she gave a frustrated sigh. "AND..." she said as she waved her hand in a gesture to continue.
"And I closed the door behind me as she stood looking at me go." He said his patience growing thin. Emma sensing this backed off.
They sat for a few minutes in silence not doing anything but sitting there. Emma running her index finger over her thumb nail while Jesse looked at a burn scar on his hand he got as a youth.
"If..." She started but then closed her mouth. She wanted to word her next few words carefully. She didn't want to give Jesse any false hope. "If I decide to go back, things are gonna have to change."
Jesse nodded his head swiftly. "I know. With the bambino and all. And..."
She held up a hand to stop him. "I want to talk to the others on the phone first. To get them to understand and to get rid of any awkwardness that can be lessened."
"Okay." It was all he said as Emma started making a list for tomorrow and who she was going to call first and what she was gonna say. And what she is going to say to Livia.
Another writer's note: Again I'm sorry that it's not longer and that I don't update enough (head desks self)