Broken Trust Part 2

Title: Reconciling Trust

Summary: Broken Trust's Climax and Resolution. Bree's vacation is supposed to be relaxing, but with how jumbled up her emotions are and Jay going with them, it's a mess. Combine with how Cynthia and Leon are as happy as can be, and Bree's emotions are on a rollercoaster. That will hopefully end in fixed relationships and an emotion Bree's been missing for many years. Love and Happiness.

Main Characters: Jay, Bree, Cynthia, Leon, and Holly

Reconciling Trust

Jay looked at Bree, his blue eyes hard and as cold as usual. After his mother's death, he became increasingly cold and withdrawn. However, his words weren't cold at all, and his tone was rather defeated. "You're never going to forgive me are you?" He asked his daily question.

Bree looked at him, her amber eyes as impassive as ever, her stance light and impassive as well. "No." She responded flatly with her usual response, "the only way I will will be when I can trust you outside of field missions."

Jay nodded, a flicker of deep regret flashing in his blue eyes. "I understand." He said in his customary response, his reply short, he then began to start walking away. Then after he had taken a few steps and Bree had started moving in the opposite direction, waiting and tensing up in anticipation, did he speak again. "I still love you," he said in a flat tone to anyone but her.

Bree continued walking but felt her chest squeeze painfully, this was why she hated having conversations with Jay, he often told her in a tone that only she could read as sincere that after everything he still loved her, even after all of the drastic changes in her personality that cause her to become this impassive, uncaring, and mundane, he still loved her. "I don't." She responded in her usual response to his admission, knowing that Jay pretended not to hear her every time she said that.

Scene # 2

The sand rose between Bree's toes as she wandered along the beach, her dark hair lifting and billowing lightly in the breeze that was stirring up the sand and letting spray from the sea brush against her slightly tan skin. Bree looked down at the sand and wiggled her toes slightly, allowing the sand to go over her small toes. "I don't know what I'm doing here." She spoke softly to herself, "I shouldn't be here with everyone." She looked up and toward the setting sun, not caring about how the breeze was ruffling her t-shirt and beginning to make her legs cold. "Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here, I can easily just run away or purposely make a mistake that could potentially cost me my life." She closed her eyes, "Ever since Skylar's death I've been missing the parts of me that made me who I was," she took a deep breath, "and I don't like who I've become, I want to be happy, and cheerful, and emotional again," she sighed and opened her eyes, her amber depths as deadened as ever.

"I want to be the Bree who was I before Jay showed me how I can't trust people besides only a few, not the one I am now." She sighed again, "but I can't. I can't be that person anymore, I have to protect myself now, I have to protect my shattered heart from Jay and everyone else, I can't let myself be free in fear that he'll break me again." Tears glimmered faintly in her amber eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself, standing alone in the sand while witnessing the setting sun's beautiful colors paint the sky. "I had thought that Jay would never have done this to me, but I was wrong," she said quietly, "I had been blinded by what trust and love I had for him." She watched as the sky began to be painted with pink, red, and orange. "And now I'm paying for it. He shot me with my pistol and broke every ounce of trust I had in him along with shattering my heart to tiny shards that I now have to guard every day." The tears grew more prominent in Bree's pretty amber eyes, "I want someone to treat me like Leon treats Cynthia," she told herself quietly, "like I'm one of the most important people in their life, but I can't do it anymore, I can't let anyone close enough in case they end up like Jay, betraying me and breaking me into pieces." She knelt in the sand as she continued speaking. "I'm trapped now, and there's nothing I can do to let myself be free." She fell silent, her eyes fixated on the setting sun, tears catching in the breeze after making their way down her cheeks and to her chin.

Bree hiccuped as she rubbed at her eyes, feeling drained and exhausted after watching the sunset and the whole big long conversation with herself. She really just wanted to go go to sleep now, but she doubted she would be able to with everyone's excitement at being free of regimens and responsibilities. But then again, her body was beginning to go numb from exhaustion. I need to go to sleep. She numbly told herself before she got to her feet and brushed the sand from her legs before she stretched slightly and began to make her way back to the cabin, it's warm lights kept part of the beach lit up, and she appreciated it.

Scene 3

Bree's amber eyes drooped closed without her permission, she tried to chase the drowsiness away, trying hard to stay awake around Jay, she couldn't risk him hurting her again, she couldn't! But he smelled really good, like aftershave and the sea, his breathing and heartbeat were like a lullaby, and he was so warm… Bree lost the battle of staying awake a few moments later. her expression smoothed out to be peaceful and her body relaxed to be stretched out next to him rather than curled in a ball and taking as little space as possible. She subconsciously snuggled closer to him, pressing her back against part of his chest, and rested one hand on the arm he had placed beneath her head earlier.

Jay stiffened at her movements before he relaxed, realizing that she had fallen asleep. He looked at the t.v that he had been watching before Bree had come along looking like she was going to pass out from exhaustion, and a faint smile crossed his lips. He could remember back before Skylar's death the nights in his dorm room with Jay watching a movie while Bree watched it with him and tried to stay awake but failed. He had always liked those moments, cause she had looked so peaceful and content, but he enjoyed this one even more because he hadn't seen this side of her in a year and a half, he hadn't seen the affectionate and peaceful side of her for such a long time that it made this moment special. Jay leaned his chin on the top of her head and felt her snuggle a little closer to him with a small noise of complaint when he moved and put one arm over her waist. "You're safe here Bree," he told her softly and gently brushed her bangs from her face, "I promise that I'll never hurt you like that again. I broke your heart and destroyed your trust in me that day, and I swear I'll never let it happen again." He softly pressed a kiss to the top of her sleeping head and he settled a to be a little more comfortable and closed his eyes.

Jay couldn't see it, but Bree subconsciously smiled, her lips quirking into a small dimpled smile.

Bree was woken up by someone lifting her and her amber eyes opened blurrily to look at Cynthia who had picked her up and was currently walking toward the bedrooms of the cabin. "Wha's goin' on?" She mumbled and lifted one of her arms to rub at her eyes.

"Hey sleepy head," Cynthia smiled at her, "I'm taking you to your room so that your back doesn't hurt in the morning and so that you don't have to confront Jay in the morning."

Bree looked confused before it cleared and she smiled sleepily at her friend, "thank you," she mumbled, she wasn't used to be drowsy like this anymore, she hadn't woken up drowsy since before the accident. "What time is it?" She asked as Cynthia continued walking toward Bree's bedroom.

"Around two in the morning," Cynthia shrugged casually as she walked past Holly's room where their friend was asleep.

Bree blinked, "why are you awake at two in the morning?"

Cynthia's face took on a faintly pink tint and she used one foot to close her bedroom door with a soft click, "no reason," she said hastily, "but be glad since now your back isn't going to make you hardly able to hobble around tomorrow."

Bree sleepily rolled her eyes, "you need sleep too Cindy," she mumbled as Cynthia pushed open Bree's bedroom door and walked over to the bed where she put her down and pulled the covers over her.

"I'm going, I'm going," Cynthia rolled her eyes, "g'night Bree, sleep well," She smiled before she turned off the light and shut the door with a click.

Scene # 4

Jay blinked awake, a little confused as he looked around, wondering where Bree had disappeared to and when did he get a blanket thrown over him. He could hear voices, his brother and Cynthia's mainly, with the faint voices from the tv in front of him. He sat up, blinking a few times to focus his vision properly to take in the scene going on around him.

Cynthia was sitting on a counter in the kitchen, her back to him while she ruffled and messed up Leon's hair who stood in front of her and was allowing her to mess up his already very messy hair. Well at least the top was, the sides were still too short to be messy.

"Well, I'm glad you're satisfied with how messy my hair is," Leon had been speaking when Jay had been waking up enough to actively hear what was going on.

Jay looked at the couple, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. He still didn't approve of that particular relationship, since technically Cynthia was also Leon's student, which made the entire thing pretty odd.

"Well I'm getting tired of you complaining about a pillow doing it," Cynthia replied with a brief pause that Jay put together with the way she leaned closer to Leon, to guess that she had kissed him briefly. "So now I'm responsible for it."

Jay saw his brother roll his eyes before he smirked and squeezed her sides, causing her to jump and nearly hit the cabinets above her head.

"Leon!" Cynthia complained, and by her playful tone, Jay guessed she wasn't really annoyed by any of it at all. "That's not fair!"

Leon chuckled, "uh huh, says who?"

"I do," Cynthia replied in a slightly stuck up but teasing tone, "I say so."

"Okay you two, cut it with the fluff," Jay grunted, interrupting them both and swinging his legs over the edge of the couch he had been asleep on.

"Wow, someone isn't in a good mood," Cynthia snorted as she reluctantly slid off the counter and turned to face him after popping a grape into her mouth, "what side of the bed did you wake up on?"

Ending

Jay looked at her, his blue eyes flat and cold as usual, he asked his usual question. "You're never going to forgive me are you?" He asked, clearly he was hoping something would have changed after the whole vacation fiasco.

Bree looked him impassively, "no," she responded while managing to keep an impassive expression, "the only way I will, will be when I can trust you outside of field missions."

Jay nodded, and regret flickered again across his eyes. "I understand." He responded quietly before he turned and started walking away, Bree doing the same. Bree waited, her heart beating hard in her chest as she waiting for him to speak. "I still love you." Sure enough, he did as Bree had known he would.

A small smile brushed over Bree's lips as she responded, in turn, a response that made him stop in his tracks. "I love you too."

She heard him stop abruptly and turn around to look at her but she didn't turn around, instead, she spoke to the slightly flustered and confused man, "keep walking Jay, you heard me right."

She could feel Jay's stunned stare on her back as she walked down the hall and when she turned a corner away from other people staring at her she grinned happily, her amber eyes lighting up like a child at Christmas time.