alternate_girls (alternate_girls) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-05-19 09:20:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | place: la, plot: future problems, ~brenna kellerman, ~bronte bale-kellerman, ~grant kellerman |
Saying goodbye is the hardest thing to do
Who: Brenna, Bronte and Grant
Where: Kellerman House
When: May 14, 2019
Brenna stalked into the living room of her parents home to through herself down with an audible huff into an overstuffed chair near the fireplace. Being called into a family meeting was nothing new to the teen as whenever something of importance or planning came up a family meeting, normally called a "campfire" by her father, was called so the entire family could discuss or debate things. The only difference this time from meetings past was that Brenna knew what the topic of the hour was. She had previously voiced her opinion about the whole matter, but her opinion seemed to fall on deaf ears as her folks seemed to override any option she offered. Now with an official "campfire" being called Brenna felt there was little she could say that would sway her parents way of thinking, but that didn't mean the teen planned on giving in without a major fight. When she got something into her head Brenna was like a dog with a bone that they refuse to relinquish to anyone.
Grant found himself briefly cursing the fact that his daughter was as bullheaded as her mother. He also found himself cursing the fact that they'd allowed the girl to somehow find out what was going on before they could officially talk to her about it. Basically? He was cursing. A lot. When Brenna came walking in, rather than his usual, 'awshucks sweet' greeting he'd usually give her, like "grab a seat by the fire" or something equally cheesy, he just looked at her with a steely gaze. "We're gonna talk about this... but you're going, and we will NOT debate this."
Brenna opened her mouth to speak out against that when it suddenly clamped shut at the sight of her mother walking into the room. Where that certain tone of her father's voice when he spoke made her reconsider something she had verged on the brink of saying, all it took from from her mother was "the look" for Brenna to keep her mouth closed.
"We're going to talk about this like a family and then you're going to go to your room, Brenna and pack a small bag." Bronte didn't know why they were going to even be discussing the matter at all because there was only one end result. And that was to make sure their daughter survived, and if that was to someplace she was refusing to go, well so be it. Bronte would rather have her daughter angered at her and be alive then the alternative.
"I suppose it comes down to this, Brenna." Grant, always the 'fun parent', the one who rarely if ever raised his voice or got mad or forceful, was almost frighteningly serious now. "Whether you do this the easy way and we help you pack... or whether your mother and I literally hold you down, tie you up, and have someone CARRY you out of here... you are going back. We're not going to let you be erased." He looked at Bronte, unaware himself that he had this kind of seriousness in him.
Brenna shot up out of her chair then. "Then you're gonna be the one to bound and gag me, and carry me out of here, because I'm not going anywhere without you and mother." These were the people that raised and cultivated her. They were her family and Brenna was damned if she willingly let them send her anywhere with the knowledge she'd never see them again.
"Brenna Louise Kellerman this is not up to debate. You will do as your father instructed or have it done for you." As strong a front as Bronte was putting on for the good of her and Grant's daughter deep down the whole situation was tearing her apart on the inside. This was probably the hardest thing she would have to do in her lifetime, but it was something that needed to be done to ensure the safety of her daughter.
Grant, without looking at Bronte, reached down to take her hand in his own, squeezing it tightly. This was tough on both of them. "You're going to find the... 'us'... in that time, or... or reality, or WHATEVER the hell it is." Yeah, even after all these years, Grant was still a little clueless about how the supernatural worked. "We'll take care of the rest. They'll take care of you. So... you'll see us again." He gulped then, realizing that, for real, this would likely be the last time he saw his little girl.
"But it won't be the same." Brenna protested with a stomp of her foot, which helped only slightly in keeping the girl from choking on her words. As difficult as it might be for her parents it was equally difficult for Brenna, even if she was displaying it in a not so obvious way to her parents.
"Maybe, but at least you'll be safe, Brenna." Bronte said borrowing a bit of strength from Grant when she felt her husband squeeze her hand. They didn't always need words to tell the other how they were feeling, sometimes they just instinctively knew, as was in the moment when Grant took her hand in his.
Funny how, even all these years later, sometimes the perpetually snarky and bantering couple communicated their love more through simple gestures and actions than through words or body language. "Please, Brenna..." Grant had one final card to play, before he'd have to physically force her to do this, which he REALLY didn't want to do. "Please... if you love us... if we've been even remotely decent parents to you... do this ONE THING for us. Other than staying out of trouble, we've never asked you for anything. And now we're asking you to give us some peace of mind."
"If you love me," the teen's mist filled eyes ticking from one parent to the other almost pleading for them not to do this, "you won't send me away." And it was with slow steps and a quivering lower lip that Brenna moved toward her parents hugging her father with one arm while her free hand sought out her mother's. "I love you both so much." Brenna managed to croak out knowing the inevitable was in her immediate future. That within the hour she'd be up in her room packing a bag for a trip she was nowhere near looking forward to.