Prompt 110 -- Let Go

Title: Realmspeaker
Genre: Urban fantasy
Characters: Brett, Jesse
Prompt: 110 ~ Let Go
Word Count: Approx. 419
Rating: PG (just in case)
Type: Series
Summary: Brett gets an unwanted lecture.

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August 9, 2059
492 Windsor Boulevard, Boston, Massachusetts

"And you're sure she'll be okay?"

"I'm sure," Brett replied--again. Damn it, how many times was Jesse going to have to ask?

"Well, excuse my reluctance to trust you, but you never did give me much reason to think that was a good idea."

Liar. He'd never had any problem trusting him before--at least, not considering the alternative. "You're forgetting what I did for you and your family."

"I haven't--but you were different then." Jesse's fingers twitched, probably in search of a cigarette. He'd always had to calm himself down with a good smoke. "Or at least I thought you were. How's your son, by the way? What's his name again... Flynn? Farley?"

"Farrel." Not that Jesse really cared. Like anyone offered an estranged ex-associate a room for the night just to spend the morning asking about family. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It proves my point." Jesse bit his lip and sighed. "You won't even talk about your own kid. Everything's about EDEN for you, isn't it? You wouldn't have helped my family if you hadn't thought it would be a blow to them, and you took Shellee for the same damn reason. All you want to do is beat them at their own game; that's all life is to you now, isn't it?"

The clock on the wall read half past nine and Brett had half a mind to leave. He hadn't come all this way for a lecture from this coward. "Look, I just wanted to ask you why you never bothered to explain anything to your daughter. You're a Speaker, your wife was a Speaker--"

"And maybe we just didn't want out kids to be defined by that--and if we hadn't gotten away from you and the rest of them, they would have been." His brows slipping as his frown swelled, Jesse stared at him. Those grey eyes were a father's eyes, an authority's eyes, the sort of eyes a person was supposed to obey. Not that it mattered much to Brett. After all these years, he didn't answer to anyone. "Let it go, Brett. Just let it go before you look in the mirror and see everything you hate staring right back at you. Now, out with it: when are you sending my daughter back?"

Brett crossed his arms and tried to hold in a sigh. Clearly Jesse needed a refresher when it came to protocol. "Looks like we're going to be here for a while..."