"Brigitte! Time to get- WHOA!" Reinhardt staggered back as a perfectly thrown shoe hit him right between the eyes. He fell out of the trucks sleeping area door like a fallen tree, landing with a crashing thud.

"Shut up, old man!" Brigitte yelled sitting up in bed. Her brown hair was down, but swept up in the swirls and tangles of the previous night as she clutched the thin sheet up, covering her body. Her chest heaved while she glared out the door for a long moment. "And close the door!"

"...'kay," a choked whisper filtered through as the door closed with a quiet click.

"Whozzat?" Brian popped up looking around blearily. After a long moment he blinked and looked up at Brigitte. "Hey!"

"Hi," Brigitte smirked. "You can sleep through damn near anything, can't you?"

"Dunno," Brian stretched out his limbs before sitting up beside her. "I haven't been through everything yet."

"Ha!" Brigitte laughed, turning to him. 'We overslept. It's nine."

"In the morning?" Brian blinked and clutched at his chest, a look of horror growing on his face. "What day is it? How long have you kept me here?!"

Brigitte's eyebrows dropped into a straight line as she stared at him, before she took a deep breath, and sighed. "Yes, in the morning. We need to get up. I need a shower and food."

"Me too," Brian nodded as his stomach took that opportunity to growl. "Think Timmy and Efi are out, or working?"

"Hmm," Brigitte narrowed her eye as she thought. "First shower says...working."

"Done!" Brian laughed as the pair shook hands. He then sat up and leaned over the small bunk, searching for his clothes. "I swear, pulling the three of you apart once you get going is a bloody nightmare…."

"Mmmhmm," Brigitte nodded, staring at Brian's backside, while he was looking under the bunk.

"The armor has to be strong enough now to pick up the truck and carry it for a change."

"Mmmhmm."

With a sigh, Brian shook his head. She wasn't listening. Probably of in some world of armor and ba- "ACK!" Brian let out a loud cry as something slapped him on the ass. Hard.

Jumping, Brian fell forward, hitting the not-so-securely-closed door with his head. Which, naturally popped open, allowing him to tumble forward and out of the truck. He landed on his back in a pile of limbs and sheets, with a loud cracking sound. The air was knocked from his lungs as he lay there gasping.

"Ohmygodareyoudeadpleasesayyourenotdeadohmygod!" Brigitte's worried face appeared above him as she looked down from the truck, her hands over her mouth.

Brian gave her a silly grin as he held up a hand, thumbs up, as he struggled for breath. Even in this state, Brian couldn't not notice Brigitte's...assets.

"Girl! What are you…" Reinhardt stepped around the truck, his own expression concerned until he saw Brian, piled on the floor in a sheet, gasping, with Brigitte wearing what the lord gave her, standing above him. "Boy! Are you alive? Did she kill you?"

"Shut up, you old asshole!" Brigitte spun, her fist arcing behind her as she hit the big man, squarely under the jaw, dropping him as if she wear a prize fighter.

The last thing Brian saw before the darkness took him was Brigitte's glory spread out above him, her teeth clenched, her lips pulled back in an expression of hate, her fist in the air, triumphantly. He died then, happy, and fulfilled.

"Oooooh, my god," Brian moaned as Orisa adjusted the icepac on the back of his head. A little forcefully, oddly. Normally she was quite gentle and able to control her strength. But this morning….

"You will be fine," the omnic said, with a electronic sniff. "Don't be a baby."

"Yes, ma'am," Brian groaned this time. Giving Orisa a weak smile.

She looked back at him for a moment, before she made that sniffing sound and turned away, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Pardon me," Reinhardt's voice came from the door, surprisingly quiet, compared to its normal volume. "Do you think you could give myself and the boy some time?"

"Of course," Orisa said politely as she bowed her head. She then turned back to Brian, sniffed again, and went out the door.

"She's mad at me for some reason," Brian sighed as he sat up. He pulled the ice pack off his head and set it on the table as he gently touched the large lump on the back of his head. "I assume you're here to do one of those, 'What are your intentions' speeches at me?"

"Ha!" Reinhardt laughed with a grin. "You think Brigitte would have let me come here alone if I was going to do something like that?"

Brian snorted as he looked at the large man. "All you would have to do is get her talking with Timmy or Efi and she wouldn't notice."

"True," Reinhardt conceded with a small laugh. "But she is an adult. Her business is her business. However," Reinhardt's eyes seemed to turn red as he stared down at the small speck of a human being Brian was. "You know what would happen if you hurt my goddaughter, yes?"

"Uhh...yeah," Brian said, weakly, with a swift nod that left him wincing as the world swam for a moment.

"Careful, boy," Reinhardt chuckled as he lay a hand on Brian's shoulder, helping to steady him. "You took a pretty hard hit."

"I'll be okay, just need to get some food in me soon," Brian smiled as he sat up. "If you aren't here to threaten my life, what can I help you with?"

"First things, first," Reinhardt scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he looked at the floor. Then the counter. Then the teapot in the cabinet. "What are your intentions with Brigitte? No threats, nothing like that, but, what are your plans?"

"Ah…" Brian nodded slightly as he blushed uncomfortably. "Yeah. We talked. We are friends. We had a lot of fun. She is great to talk to, she's funny and pretty. We will keep in touch, but that's really it. We are just good friends. Our lives are...different."

"Not as different as you might think," Reinhardt gave Brian a mysterious look. "But that is for number two. I understand what you mean, however. You must stay here, raise young Tim, keep him on the right path. And Brigitte…" For the first time, Reinhardt's face looked solom. Sad, even. "That girl has decided to follow me through this world. If I had a choice…"

"Pff," Brian scoffed as he waved a hand. "Right, like she would listen to anybody. She wants to go with you. She has to keep you and your armor in condition, right? She wants to do good in the world, and honestly? I think she can help a lot of people."

"I agree," Reinhardt grinned, back to usual."That girl is even more stubborn than me!"

"So...you said there was a second thing?" Brian cleared his throat, a little nervous. He wasn't quite sure why, but he had a feeling he knew something.

"Yes, you and your brother have been through interesting times," reinhardt gave Brian a sidelong look. "You have your own...abilities."

"Do we?" Brian settled himself in his seat, not looking casual.

"The place you landed, when you fell?" Reinhardt looked fully into Brian's eyes now. "I noticed a very large crack in the floor. As if something very heavy was dropped there."

"Oh…?" Brian's elbow slipped off the table, jerking him. He coughed, sitting back up, crossing his arms. Then uncrossing them. Then he let his face drop into one of his hands. "Shit…"

"Ah, don't worry boy," Reinhardt smiled gently, patting Brian's shoulder. "I won't mention it. I'll tell Efi and Orisa that I dropped my hammer or something. I just wanted you to be aware that there are people in the world that have unique gifts. You have the choice to use them to aspire to greatness. Or darkness. But you are not alone. There are people you can ask for help. Or even just to talk with."

"I...thank you," Brian blinked, surprised. He had always dreaded these moments, when somebody was canny enough to notice what he tried so hard to hide. "Maybe if I didn't have to worry about Timmy, I might go with you and Brigitte. Saving the world could be fun. But...I promised our parents to take care of him."

"I understand. Keep in touch with Brigitte. She needs to talk to people closer to her own age. She has spent far too much time with old men like me, and her father," Reinhardt laughed as he stood, adjusting his shirt. "Also, I mentioned being here to assist a friend with her new home, yes?"

"You mentioned that, yeah," Brian nodded. Honestly, he had completely forgotten about it, but it did explain where the man was during the days that the brain trust fixed and improved his old crusader armor.

"I will introduce you, before we leave. She could use a friend here, and she could be of great help to you, perhaps," Reinhardt walked to the door, pausing to grin at him. "And you are young. Enjoy being young. You will realize why Orisa is mad at you in time."

"Well...that isn't ominus," Brian shook his head as he stood to follow the big man.

"Also…" Reinhardt gave Brian a sly wink as he, ever so carefully, grabbed the door handle, before jerking it open. Only to have Brigitte fall flat into the room. "Women in Brigitte's family are nosy busybodies who seem to need to be involved in everything."

"Sh...shut up!" Brigitte leapt to her feet, her face read. Stepping forward, Brigitte twisted her whole body into the swing as her fist struck Reinhardt's belly, doubling him over as his toes left the ground for a moment. His breath exploded as he fell to his knees his hands around his midsection.

"Good….one…" the Great Crusader wheezed as he slowly toppled to the ground, to move, nevermore.