by Judy
Brenda and Jax come in the front door of the cottage. It is dark outside and inside. Robin is away for the night. Brenda turns on one dim light.
Brenda: Wearing jeans and a navel-skimming sweater, her hair in a ponytail. "Thanks for going with me to see Lois and Brook Lynne. I really worry about Lois, and it is so sad for Ned."
Jax: Also in jeans with a light blue linen shirt that brings out the sparkle in his eyes. "My pleasure. I miss Lois, too. Brook Lynne is getting so big."
Brenda: "It really is late, thanks for driving home. I not sure I could have kept my eyes open if I'd been driving, alone. I have a shoot, tomorrow, so …I guess….well, see ya."
Jax: "Brenda…"
Brenda gasped, quietly. She remembered that tone of voice. She had heard it so very long ago. Her mind was racing, when had it happened? What did it mean? Of course, After the Quartermaine board meeting - the one she went to with Jax. She had gotten so mad at him for voting against Ned as CEO. But they had made up as quickly as they had quarreled. He spoke her name the same way that night, too. His voice dropping, the word barely coming out of his throat. They had been talking about Jax's plans…the rules…winner takes all…knowing what you want. She had teasingly, seductively said, "I know what I want." Then she had told him to wait. That was the moment. His tone. Could she be wrong? What should she say? What should she do? Before she could reply he spoke, again.
Jax: He knew that faraway look in her eyes. He knew it well, too well. But this time he also knew it was different. "A penny for your thoughts." But his tone was serious.
Brenda: "I was thinking about you," she said honestly. No games this time. Only the truth. His eyes were so serious it took her breath away, again. She was afraid to let herself think or feel.
Jax: "I don't want to go, yet."
Brenda: She cautiously met his gaze and replied, "Are you sure?"
By way of reply, he held out his hand, the way he had so many times before: on the yacht when he told her he didn't have a "choice" anymore; as they waited to marry at the Quartermaine's. It was a gesture she could not mistake.
A new place, a new beginning, but the same feelings they had shared before. This time in perfect harmony. It felt so right to happen here, at the cottage. The place that symbolized her new beginning and now a new beginning they could share, together. It was perfect. They both felt it. The timing was right. She walked to him. . .slowly, cautiously, their eyes gazing deeply into each other. Then there was a loud knock at the door.