(Older Brett)
Brett adjusted his tie for the twentieth time that night, fidgeting slightly in his seat as he eyed the door, waiting for his guest to arrive.
It had now been five years since that disaster at the ‘sanctuary.’ You had successfully escaped the fire with the boys, narrowly escaping the explosion that was caused by the gas station it was underneath. Luckily, everyone had already been evacuated, leaving little to no deaths.
But, something had been amiss. Brett hadn’t escaped with you. While he had lend you his hand to help you up, he had pushed you forward, making run in front of him. When you made it outside, you desperately searched your surroundings, despair growing when you couldn’t find his dark hair. The guys had been equally terrified, everyone quickly turning to the blazing fire. ‘No…’ was all you could think as the fire licked at the building, consuming everything left in it’s wake. All you could do was stare, hoping that by some miracle, he had escaped unscathed.
As your anguish escalated, a figure began to appear in the flames. You stared, hoping to decipher who was standing in the opening. You could tell it was a man by the build, but it wasn’t enough. Was it him? When his body fell, you responded automatically, the boys yelling as you sprinted towards the flames, towards the body.
Quickly following you, Evander and Ayjaye had grabbed him and dragged him away from the flaming hell that used to be your home. Flipping him over, you were equally elated and terrified. It was Brett, but he wasn’t breathing. He was clutching onto a folder with white knuckles, his eyes shut tight in pain.
Applying what you remembered from Health class all that time ago, you quickly performed CPR on him. When he coughed and gasped for air, you heaved a sigh of relief. Grabbing a wet towel, you patted his face down, getting rid of the ashes as well as his high temperature. You felt like hugging him and kicking him. You had been glad he was safe, but felt anger at his stunt.
When he was stable enough to sit up, you punched his shoulder gently, your brows furrowed with anger. The guys had had the decency to leave when they saw that he was okay, knowing that your scolding would be imminent.
Brett’s eyes were downcast as you scolded him. ‘Why would you do that?’ You practically yelled, your anger getting the best of you. ‘I thought you had died! You scared me to death! Don’t you dare put me through that again!’ You continued on, not letting up. ‘What could possibly be that important?!’ You shouted at him.
Brett quietly handed you the folder he had clutched in his hand. Ripping it from his hands, you opened it and glanced over the page and gasped. ‘Rosie Evelyn Parker’ was printed in bold letters at the top of the file, a picture of a young girl with black hair and freckles staring back at you.
You turned to stare down at Brett, who refused to meet your gaze. Now understanding why, you quickly leaned down, lifting his chin. His eyes stared into yours with a glimmer of hope and you leaned into him, pressing a kiss on his lips. Helping him stand, you met up with the guys, who had been assisting all the survivors who were trying to fix the chaos that the fire had caused among the people.
With the gas station and X Corporation burning, everyone quickly sought refuge in the cars that were located around station. A few of them worked, enough to situate everyone who had been saved. Stonewell quickly directed everyone to drive west, away from the fire and safe from harm.
As everyone kept driving, you soon came upon a different sanctuary. It had only been a camp when you all had first arrived, with the few people there being gracious and allowing everyone in.
Everyone pitched in and throughout time, concrete walls were erected to keep danger out while the inside was developed, eventually evolving in the biggest sanctuary in the country, with people coming from all around to seek refuge.
When the government (the actual one) finally came to help, technology was once again introduced to everyone. Cars were brought and helped the city grow larger. People volunteered to aid the construction of the city. Finally, the city reached the size of New York City, housing thousands of survivors.
And then a miracle happened.
An antivirus was released, the government finally getting off their asses and assisting those in need. With the zombies either dying out because of starvation or being cured and returning to their human selves, the concrete walls built around the new city were torn down, safely allowing people to live among each other in peace, not having to worry about a zombie within miles of the sanctuary.
As soon as the technology became available, you and Brett decided it would be best to begin your search for Rosie, who may or may not have passed away. You quickly explained what happened with X Corporation to the government officials of the city and they gave you the permission needed to search through their documents of survivors, video tapes of nearby cities, and radios.
The both of you had recruited the guys and it had sped up the process massively, yet it had been months before you ever got a clue as to where Brett's sister was. You could still clearly remember the day you came upon the information.
You had been sitting cross legged on the couch in your and Brett’s shared apartment, flipping through pictures, trying to find Rosie. Your hair up in a messy bun, you didn’t glance up when Brett opened the front door, letting himself in. Still concentrating on the work, you had mumbled a hello to him as you slid the picture you had been staring at for the past five minutes across the table, not finding what you were looking for. You had sighed, rubbing your eyes.
“I feel like I’m playing a glorified version of Where’s Waldo.” You ran your hands through your hair as you leaned back, taking a small break.
“Well it looks we found Waldo.” Brett’s voice came from behind you, mirth detectable in his voice.
Your eyes had shot open and you had leaned your head back, staring at his face. Even staring at his face upside down, you could tell he was wearing a small grin.
“What do you mean, ‘We found Waldo’?” You had asked, not daring to get your hopes up. After months of searching, you’d all but given up on finding Rosie.
But Brett walked towards you and leaned down, planting a kiss on your unsuspecting lips as he push a photo into your hands. You detached from him in order to glance at the picture, gasping.
Rosie was standing in the midst of a crowd, entering the new city. A young man had his arm wrapped around her form, protectively standing beside her as they were scanned for infection. You nearly had to blink back tears. You’d found her! She was in the city! There were probably records of her!
“W-When was this picture taken?” You stared up at Brett, who had walked around the couch and situated himself next to you.
“Yesterday,” He had said simply, wrapping an arm around you and sliding you into his lap.
“How are you so… calm?” You had questioned, slipping the picture on the coffee table in front of you and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I guess it hasn’t sunk in. A picture isn’t the same as seeing her in real life. I haven’t seen her in a year. It’s surreal that I’ve-” he corrected himself, “we’ve found her.” He said, staring into your eyes.
You grinned, running your hands through his hair, pressing kisses everywhere you could reach.
“We need to call her and set up a meeting!” You had said excitedly, hopping up and running towards the phone.
Brett merely chuckled as you began to punch in the number on the back of the picture.
Meeting the Sister Outfit
And now you were now currently sitting with him in a somewhat crowded restaurant, watching his fidget with his tie. Again. For the ninetieth time.
“Brett, honey, if you yank anymore on that tie you’ll end up killing yourself.” You said, pressing a hand onto the one grasping his tie, gently pushing it down and holding it underneath the table.
“I’m sorry. It’s just… I’ve never been so anxious in my life.” He muttered, squeezing your hand as he stared at the front entrance. Smiling slightly, you pressed your lips to his cheek, rubbing his back soothingly as you waited.
Finally, the door swung open. Instead of being a false alarm like all the other times, Rosie stood there in a dress, being guided by a blonde man with blue eyes, wearing a dark pair of jeans and a grey buttoned shirt. You glanced at Brett, who didn’t take his eyes of the pair. Yet his hand squeezed yours tightly, feeling his nerves get the best of him.
You sighed softly before smiling and getting up, walking up to Rosie to show her where you were sitting.
“Hello Rosie! I’m the one that called you. We’re sitting over here.” You lead her and her date to the table where Brett quickly stood. Rosie stopped in her tracks and stared at Brett, who was doing the same. Feeling the tension rise, you chewed on your lip.
“Ro...sie…?” Brett breathed out, triggering Rosie’s eyes to water. Brett quickly grabbed her arm, wrapping his arms around her, muttering “Thank God,”
You and Rosie’s date exchanged glances, smiling slightly at the long awaited reunion.
After everything settled down, the night was spent well. Rosie told you and Brett stories of how she survived. Of why she hadn’t been home when he arrived.
“When the burglars broke in, I ran off. Now that I think about it, they were probably taking advantage of the chaos to make off with a lot of stuff. I hadn’t known about the zombies until I ran down the street, where I saw Mrs. Brooks eating her son.” Rosie explained, shivering slightly at the memory. “After that, I knew I couldn’t go back home. I tried to get to a phone, but by then the phone lines weren’t working. It was then that I met Stephen, who protected me when I almost became zombie food.” She said fondly, glancing at the silent man beside her. Stephen hadn’t said much the entire meal. Rosie had explained that he had been an exchange student from Germany and didn’t speak well enough English to feel comfortable talking. Rosie and him communicated well because Rosie had taken German classes in school. But you knew words weren’t necessary in their relationship. His gaze never tore from her, the softness in his eyes a sharp contrast from his intimidating face. While his mouth didn’t offer any sound, the words were spoken through action. He never let go of her hand, their fingers intertwined and his thumb rubbing over the back of her hand. It was easy to see how much he loved her.
It was by then that the meal had been ending, and everyone stood to leave..
“Well it’s good to know my sister is in such capable hands.” Brett nodded to Stephen outside of the restaurant. “I guess I’ll leave her up to you now. Take care of her. Now that I know where she is, you can expect a few visits.” Brett’s voice grateful but also protective. You smiled, seeing Brett’s brotherly side come out. “But from what I’ve seen, I think you’re the best person to be with my sister.” Brett admitted grudgingly.
Stephen nodded wordlessly, an arm wrapped around Rosie’s waist. “Danke,” He muttered in his mother tongue.
Finally saying goodbye, you and Brett slipped into your car and rode back to your home.
Upon arriving, you both quickly made your way to your shared bedroom, eager to strip off your clothes and just relax.
“Ahh, I’m exhausted.” Brett sighed, sitting on the bed as he loosened his tie. Slipping off your shoes, you giggled at the sight of a frazzled Brett.
“Brett, you better be careful. Any more stress and you’ll end up with wrinkles.” You teased, causing a blush to light up his face.
“I- I will not!” Brett grumbled, looking away from you. Giggling, you walked over to him and placed both hands on his thighs. When he looked up at you, you stole a kiss from his unsuspecting lips.
Brett’s blush deepened but he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap.
Feeling content, you cupped his face in your hands, pushing your lips onto his, letting the happiness of the day fuel your kiss. Brett responded softly, not wanting to ruin it. But wanting more passion, you pushed into him slightly, nipping at his lips to tease him. You quickly felt the kiss turn hotter as Brett’s lips sought yours roughly, the heat coming from his face alerting you of his blush. Smirking slightly, you had grabbed his hair with one hand, running your nails against his head as you opened your mouth, inviting him. Feeling his face become warmer, Brett let his tongue wander into your mouth, exploring as shyly as he had the first time. Being the serious type of man he was, you never would have guessed you’d have him sitting like putty in your hands. As if sensing that you were thinking of this, Brett’s hand began to scale up your thighs, causing a moan to be released from your mouth.
“No fair,” You breathed into his neck, placing a string of kisses along his jaw, successfully distracting him enough to tease him again. Moving your legs, you straddled his hips on the bed, effortlessly pinning Brett beneath you as you continued to kiss each other heatedly.
Smiling deviously, you shifted your hips, feeling him groan into the kiss before detaching and latching onto your neck. You sighed as he skimmed your sensitive neck, and moaned when he bit down. Taking revenge, you shifted your hips again, feeling something harden underneath you. Smirking slightly, you shifted your body to press your chest against his. By now you had undone your hair, and Brett freely ran his hand over it, relishing in the softness of it. Smirking, you bit down on his earlobe.. Feeling him shiver, you undid his tie and shirt, raking your nails down his chest. Hearing him groan made you feel more excited for the night ahead of you.
And as he leaned back and you crawled over him to plant kisses on his chest, you knew you were excited for a good reason.
