Brian was certainly NOT happy with Sarah the next day. His leg had ached
all night long, and he had sought solace in the painkillers the doctor had
prescribed. They'd numbed his leg nicely, and fogged his brain with a long
and cloudy sleep. When he woke, it was to Sarah once again yanking the
sheets off of him and pulling up the blinds. The searing light from the
sun sent him diving under the pillows, and once again, Sarah thwarted his
movements. One swift tug later, and she'd sent his pillows flying over his
head to the other side of the room.
"You have five minutes, O'Connor," she snapped at him, and marched out of his room. He glared at her back, and a part of his mind that had never really slept reminded him that he'd seen those jeans and shirt on her before. He shook his head to clear it, and decided that it really wasn't worth pissing Sarah off today. He clumsily hauled himself out of bed, and headed off to the bathroom to clean up a bit. He didn't feel like hearing her complain about how bad he smelled, and besides, it had been almost three days since he'd washed. Not that he cared, he thought, he was just stating the facts as he saw them.
When Brian got into the bathroom, he closed the door and locked it. He couldn't really bathe all that well, since his leg was in a metal brace, but he could still get clean enough. While waiting for the water to warm up slightly, Brian opened the medicine cabinet to look for his toothpaste. He stared at his prescriptions, which stood in a neat little row on the bottom shelf.
How easy, he thought, how very easy it would be. He closed the medicine cabinet, and got his shower.
Sarah was waiting for him in the kitchen, coffee in one hand and paper in the other. She threw him a rare look of approval when she saw he'd washed and changed. Brian simmered underneath, pointedly ignoring her unsaid comments and gaze. He settled himself awkwardly in a chair, and chugged down the orange juice Sarah had already poured for him. She's also made Southwest Omelets, knowing they were his favorite. Is this an apology for yesterday, Sarah? he though bitterly. He managed a few bites for appearance's sake. He knew Sarah wouldn't be fooled, and really didn't give a fat damn either. He caught her dark and disapproving gaze, and held it.
"You'd better eat, O'Connor," she said warningly, "It's a long time until lunch. There's lots of work to be done before then."
Brian shrugged, and ate another bite, not feeling angry enough at her precisely to argue. He just didn't care. He felt tired, and thought longingly of his bed, the blinds down and the curtains drawn. And no bloody step-sisters to haul my ass up at ungodly hours of the morning or waking me up by dumping me in a cold shower!
He heard Sarah sigh, and fought the urge to echo it with one of his own. Suddenly, a baby's cry pierced the seven-ack-emma silence of the house. Brian froze, while Sarah bounded up the stairs in an instant, heading to the kids' room to see what the matter was.
I can't breath... I can't breathe can't breathe oh god oh god ohgodohgodohgod.... no more! PLEASE! NOT AGAIN! Make it stop... make the screaming go away... not again please oh god notagainNOTagainNOTAGAIN!!! WHY CAN'T I FUCKING BREATHE!
And then suddenly, he felt something collide sharply with his head. He shook himself as his vision cleared and he found himself gulping for air. He abruptly realized that there was plenty of it. Somebody pressed a cup of something to his mouth. His vision totally cleared as he sipped the water, and discovered Sarah hovering over him with a tight expression on her face.
"Brian!" she snapped, "Good God, Brian! Are you okay? God, boy, I didn't think that an episode would occur like that." Brian's mind cleared enough for him to swat the water away and glare at her.
"You mean to say that you expected that something like this would happen to me!" he snapped at her. She matched him glare for glare, hers decidedly more strained.
"You can't go through a traumatic experience and not suffer side- affects during healing," she sounded like she was quoting some stupid medical text or something. Her voice was dry and dead, with a hard undertone. Brian began to stand up, forcing her to move away. Get away from me, bitch! I don't need your pity or your help or even your fucking medical opinion! You're not a fucking doctor anyway! He burned with emotions he didn't feel he could contain.
"Move out of my way," he bit out, "Clean the fucking bar on your own fucking self. I want no part of this." He moved to hobble upstairs, but Sarah blocked his way.
"Tough shit, brother. You ain't gettin' outta this one that easy," she snapped. Her eyes were narrowed. Good, he wanted to make her mad. She'd forget to control herself when she got mad.
"Move," he growled.
"No." She said it calmly and coolly, hands on hips, head dead center and held high. They stood like that for a moment, before Brian grabbed his plate and hurled it violently at her head. He overshot it, of course; his aim was off due to his dependency on the drugs. It was dulling his senses. Sarah didn't flinch at the sound of china breaking against the wall behind her. Brian turned as fast as he could with his leg in a metal brace and a cane to support him, and hobbled angrily out the door. Sarah listened to the back door and screen door slamming shut as her step-brother left her in the kitchen. She sighed.
Then she turned to clean up the mess. He couldn't get far with that bum leg of his.
A/N: I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooo incredibly sorry that this took so long to write. My inspiration fled; then my boyfriend got in a car accident and his grandmother died, all within two weeks. I'm also rather sick right now, so the main reason this chapter finally got written is that the ONLY thing I'm really well enough to do is.... write. I hope you liked this chapter.... any suggestions? Should Vince be cruising by and see Brian? Or should they not meet until the bar opens, and BOTH Jamison and Brian are working there, creating a lot of confusion since they're identical twins? Who should be the first to see Brian? And should the gang run into Sarah one more time before that happens? LET ME KNOW! ace_bluefire@hotmail.com And make sure to use a subject heading that will let me know what you're about (i.e. "fanfiction" "The fast and the furious ff") so I don't delete you!
Lots of love and peace ~ * ~ Aurora Magician.
"You have five minutes, O'Connor," she snapped at him, and marched out of his room. He glared at her back, and a part of his mind that had never really slept reminded him that he'd seen those jeans and shirt on her before. He shook his head to clear it, and decided that it really wasn't worth pissing Sarah off today. He clumsily hauled himself out of bed, and headed off to the bathroom to clean up a bit. He didn't feel like hearing her complain about how bad he smelled, and besides, it had been almost three days since he'd washed. Not that he cared, he thought, he was just stating the facts as he saw them.
When Brian got into the bathroom, he closed the door and locked it. He couldn't really bathe all that well, since his leg was in a metal brace, but he could still get clean enough. While waiting for the water to warm up slightly, Brian opened the medicine cabinet to look for his toothpaste. He stared at his prescriptions, which stood in a neat little row on the bottom shelf.
How easy, he thought, how very easy it would be. He closed the medicine cabinet, and got his shower.
Sarah was waiting for him in the kitchen, coffee in one hand and paper in the other. She threw him a rare look of approval when she saw he'd washed and changed. Brian simmered underneath, pointedly ignoring her unsaid comments and gaze. He settled himself awkwardly in a chair, and chugged down the orange juice Sarah had already poured for him. She's also made Southwest Omelets, knowing they were his favorite. Is this an apology for yesterday, Sarah? he though bitterly. He managed a few bites for appearance's sake. He knew Sarah wouldn't be fooled, and really didn't give a fat damn either. He caught her dark and disapproving gaze, and held it.
"You'd better eat, O'Connor," she said warningly, "It's a long time until lunch. There's lots of work to be done before then."
Brian shrugged, and ate another bite, not feeling angry enough at her precisely to argue. He just didn't care. He felt tired, and thought longingly of his bed, the blinds down and the curtains drawn. And no bloody step-sisters to haul my ass up at ungodly hours of the morning or waking me up by dumping me in a cold shower!
He heard Sarah sigh, and fought the urge to echo it with one of his own. Suddenly, a baby's cry pierced the seven-ack-emma silence of the house. Brian froze, while Sarah bounded up the stairs in an instant, heading to the kids' room to see what the matter was.
I can't breath... I can't breathe can't breathe oh god oh god ohgodohgodohgod.... no more! PLEASE! NOT AGAIN! Make it stop... make the screaming go away... not again please oh god notagainNOTagainNOTAGAIN!!! WHY CAN'T I FUCKING BREATHE!
And then suddenly, he felt something collide sharply with his head. He shook himself as his vision cleared and he found himself gulping for air. He abruptly realized that there was plenty of it. Somebody pressed a cup of something to his mouth. His vision totally cleared as he sipped the water, and discovered Sarah hovering over him with a tight expression on her face.
"Brian!" she snapped, "Good God, Brian! Are you okay? God, boy, I didn't think that an episode would occur like that." Brian's mind cleared enough for him to swat the water away and glare at her.
"You mean to say that you expected that something like this would happen to me!" he snapped at her. She matched him glare for glare, hers decidedly more strained.
"You can't go through a traumatic experience and not suffer side- affects during healing," she sounded like she was quoting some stupid medical text or something. Her voice was dry and dead, with a hard undertone. Brian began to stand up, forcing her to move away. Get away from me, bitch! I don't need your pity or your help or even your fucking medical opinion! You're not a fucking doctor anyway! He burned with emotions he didn't feel he could contain.
"Move out of my way," he bit out, "Clean the fucking bar on your own fucking self. I want no part of this." He moved to hobble upstairs, but Sarah blocked his way.
"Tough shit, brother. You ain't gettin' outta this one that easy," she snapped. Her eyes were narrowed. Good, he wanted to make her mad. She'd forget to control herself when she got mad.
"Move," he growled.
"No." She said it calmly and coolly, hands on hips, head dead center and held high. They stood like that for a moment, before Brian grabbed his plate and hurled it violently at her head. He overshot it, of course; his aim was off due to his dependency on the drugs. It was dulling his senses. Sarah didn't flinch at the sound of china breaking against the wall behind her. Brian turned as fast as he could with his leg in a metal brace and a cane to support him, and hobbled angrily out the door. Sarah listened to the back door and screen door slamming shut as her step-brother left her in the kitchen. She sighed.
Then she turned to clean up the mess. He couldn't get far with that bum leg of his.
A/N: I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooo incredibly sorry that this took so long to write. My inspiration fled; then my boyfriend got in a car accident and his grandmother died, all within two weeks. I'm also rather sick right now, so the main reason this chapter finally got written is that the ONLY thing I'm really well enough to do is.... write. I hope you liked this chapter.... any suggestions? Should Vince be cruising by and see Brian? Or should they not meet until the bar opens, and BOTH Jamison and Brian are working there, creating a lot of confusion since they're identical twins? Who should be the first to see Brian? And should the gang run into Sarah one more time before that happens? LET ME KNOW! ace_bluefire@hotmail.com And make sure to use a subject heading that will let me know what you're about (i.e. "fanfiction" "The fast and the furious ff") so I don't delete you!
Lots of love and peace ~ * ~ Aurora Magician.