When the end came... Grant Kellerman, while totally and completely a normal, mortal human, seemed oddly relaxed and unafraid. He stood on the front porch of he and Bronte's home, actually, staring into what appeared to be the crumbling, falling sky. Why did he look so calm? Because as a father, he could take solace in knowing that his child was going to live. To survive. And help some part of he and Bronte live on.
"Come on out babe... I don't want to meet my end hiding. I wanna meet it holding you."
So... there were a lot of things he'd never found the courage to tell her in life, about his feelings, things he hid behind a wall of comic immaturity. While a bit late... he intended on telling her those things NOW.
Bronte was standing in front of the fireplace when she heard the voice of her husband filter through into the house. The blonde was looking at the Kellerman family pictures that lined the mantle above the fireplace displayed in various frames of shape and color. Pictures that like herself and her husband wouldn't survive what was about to happen.
"Do you think she made it safely to wherever the time-tunnel took her and the others?" Bronte asked when she stepped out onto the porch to join her husband in the last few moments of life as they knew it.
"Somehow... I know it. I can just feel it. Call it a father's intuition. Bronte? I know I always acted like an overgrown teenager, but... if we're all going poof here, just let me finally have the courage to tell you that I cherish every moment we had together. Every memory. And know that asking you out that day, all those years ago, will always be the smartest damn thing I ever did."
"Bretton certainly knew what he was doing when he arranged that meeting." Bronte said with a half laugh knowing she had been totally against the attempted match up. "And you don't need to say things I already knew, Grant." The blond smiled lovingly to her husband with a lift of her hand to gently caress his cheek as her eyes filled with love lifted and caught his.
"If the world's gotta end? Can't say I can think of a better way to go than in your arms, kid." Sure, they were both much older now... but to him? She'd always be "Kid". He gave her that charmingly goofy grin that had somehow won her over all those years ago, and pulled her close. "I hope Brenna's ok without us..." but he cut himself off as he saw the sky turning brighter and brighter, seemingly erasing all the destruction around them. This was really going to be it... they had maybe a minute or so left.
"I love you, Bronte. I love you so much..."
"She's part Bale, part Kellerman." Bronte smiled up to her husband even as she felt the world continue the shake around them. "She's made of tough stuff. And I love you too, Grant Kellerman. God only knows how much." She said feeling the tears well within her eyes. If the world was going to end and consume them into nothingness, Bronte didn't want to watch the world being erased around her. She wanted to die with the last thing she'd see being the face of the man she had come to love almost more then life itself.
"That's it, babe... my eyes. Don't look at ANYTHING other than my eyes... We're goin' out on OUR terms, you hear?" He was clearly scared, and just trying to be strong for her. "See you in heaven, baby. I promise."
"I love you so much. Never loved anyone more." Bronte letting the words out in barely a whisper before her lips found her husband's. And as she kissed him with all the love that flowed through her Bronte could feel the blast of heat enveloping their bodies. One moment a loving couple was standing on the porch of the house they had shared for many years, the next there was nothing. The world as they had known it had been shattered into oblivion.