Season 6 – Episode 22 – Life is a celebration
About: Brothers & Sisters (general)
Rate: Can’t go higher than PG-13, as this is American Television, but I may add a few ‘deleted scenes’ here and there. ;)
Disclaimer: Just escaping from reality here, not created for financial gain
Summary: It is my very own season 6, you guys! Go with it! ;) Don’t complain! If YOU can do better, post your own story! (I dare you!)
A/N: Before anyone starts to wonder about Wally, Adele and Bertha. Upon checking I found out that Kathleen Turner was born in 1954, Michael O'Keefe (Wally) in 1955 and Jayne Brook (Bertha) in 1960, so their birth-years are close to each other. I've moved Wally closer to Bertha, but kept the age difference between Kathleen and Jayne.
***** Part 1/4 *****“Kevin? There’s someone who wants to see us?” Scotty says, returning from answering the door. When Kevin looks over his shoulder he sees his sister Sarah in the doorway.
“Sarah…. The kids, Scotty and I are having breakfast. If you come here to fight, then get out now. I’m really not in the mood to argue with you anymore.”
Kevin doesn’t appear angry or sad, just cautious and Sarah can’t blame him for being careful. The kids around the table look from Sarah to Kevin and back to Sarah.
“I didn’t come here to fight.” Sarah says. Her voice is one of a tired person who’s given up the fight altogether.
She’s clearly not comfortable and Kevin can see that she’s not very happy either and because it appears that she’s not looking for trouble, he takes a sip of his coffee and waves at her to enter the kitchen. The kids quietly continue breakfast, while Scotty pours some coffee for Sarah as well.
Sarah sits down, keeping her coat on and she looks rather small. The tension is clearly in the air through the silence that reigns and even Daniel does his best attempt to eat properly as if, he too, tries to not light a fuse, that could make everything explode. Sarah accepts Scotty’s coffee with a quick smile, before taking a deep breath.
“Mateo,…” She starts and Mateo, who had tried to make himself as invisible as possible, looks up at her. “… I’m sorry about how nasty I was to you….” Mateo’s jaw clearly drops. Very few adults had ever apologized to him for hurting him, and he had certainly never expected one from Sarah.
He gives Kevin an uncertain glance. Kevin quietly signals back that the choice to accept is all his.
“Thank you.. It’s alright.. If I ever have a daughter as wonderful as Paige, I wouldn’t want to go out with just anyone either…” Mateo shrugs indifferently, but he’s clearly impressed.
“I’m not sure why I’m so mad at you or if it even has something to do with the fact that you’re dating Paige. Paige dated boys before, but … I don’t know… I guess I was angry at a lot of things in my life and you were an easy target… Or so I thought…” She smiles again, more confident now that Mateo seems to have accepted her apology.
She turns to Elizabeth, sitting next to her, and she brushes away the curls on her face.
“I owe you an apology as well, Elizabeth. I was very, very mean to you.” Elizabeth looks up at her and, once again, Sarah is surprised by how much she’s like Kevin. There’s just no denying that she’s his child and not Tommy’s. “Can we be friends again?”
Elizabeth smiles suddenly and hugs her aunt.
“Of course. Does this mean that Paige and Cooper can come here again?”
“Yes…” Sarah replies. “If Kevin and Scotty will allow it?” She looks up at her brother and brother-in-law.
“They are always welcome.” Scotty replies. “Alright! Time for school!” Scotty announces and the kids all run off. “I’ll take Daniel with me?” He makes it clear that he wants to leave Kevin and Sarah alone, so they can talk to each other… Kevin nods, but Sarah stops Scotty before he can leave the kitchen.
“Scotty, I … I don’t know where to start,… but I …”
“Shh, it’s alright, Sarah, you have to talk to Kevin, not me…” He quickly caresses Sarah’s face to show that he has no bad feelings towards her and then he leaves Sarah and Kevin alone in the kitchen to get the kids ready for school.
For a moment the silence is heavy, then Sarah sighs.
“I’m sorry, Kevin… I’ve been a real bitch lately…”
“Yes, you were.” Kevin cannot bother to soften her words.
“I don’t know what got into me. I was so angry at the entire world…”
“You’ve said sorry before and within the same conversation we were fighting again…. I’m glad that you apologized to Mateo and Elizabeth, but, forgive me for not being too convinced about your latest round of apologies… I want to give you a chance, but … it hurts when you hurt my kids or my husband and …. I don’t know how often I can forgive you.”
“I’m not making promises I can’t keep, Kev, but I am aware that I crossed several lines that I should not have crossed and I’m sorry about that. I’ve spent the last weeks adrift in France, looking at myself and trying to figure out what is wrong with me and why I’m so angry…
There are so many factors playing along. The loss of Ojai, the ending of my marriage to Joe, not being able to keep Luc happy, the death of Paula that made me so aware of how precious life is and then, when I tried to reach out to Brody’s kids, who are my half-siblings, I get snubbed.
I feel disconnected from you guys as well. Tommy left. Kitty, Justin and you are all in successful relationships. I just feel like I fail at anything I touch. And I’m jealous… And I have so many questions… And one in particular. Did William Walker know that he was not my father?
Everything seems to depend on the answer to that question and I will never have the answer….” Tears fill her eyes and Kevin, previously holding on to the table to not be the first to take a step, he lets go and walks over to Sarah. She wraps her arms around his waist and starts to cry uncontrollably.
Scotty walks in to ask something, but when he sees Kevin comforting Sarah, he quietly grabs the lunch-bags of the children and, after blowing a quick kiss to Kevin, who saw him, he leaves the two siblings alone again. Kevin tightens his hold on his sister and wonders what he should do now.
“I feel fine.” Tyler says, taking the tea that Justin made her. “I’m sorry I scared you so much… I just… I fainted. I should have eaten something, I know that too. But it was so busy and I got called away repeatedly and then, all of a sudden, it was night-time and I still hadn’t eaten…”
“Tyler, you’ve been doing this for days now. You need rest and you need to get stronger again. The more you fight me, the longer it takes, before I let you go back to work.” Justin warns.
“You are so much more bossy than I am.” She protests.
“It’s a gift.” Justin shrugs.
“So, how have you been keeping yourself busy, while I was asleep?”
“Opened up one of the boxes from my old house and tried to find out what I should do with the content and where to put it, if I decided to keep it.”
“Alright. So how much has the clutter in our living-room grown?” Tyler asks wary.
“Not much.” Justin quickly says, but that doesn’t make Tyler feel better. “No, seriously, it was mostly pictures and paperwork anyway.”
“Pictures?” Tyler asks, suddenly more interested. “Of you?”
“Can I see?” She asks.
“I’d rather not.” Justin replies embarrassed over the pictures. She laughs.
“Come on! You’ve seen my worst pictures.”
“Yes. I remember how great you looked with that blush on your face.” Justin grins. Yet, he leaves the bedroom and returns a few seconds later. “However, as there should be no shame between us…” He hands Tyler a box filled with all sorts of pictures. “These are the ones I found so far. There are more pictures in other boxes.” He explains.
“That’s you. With your surf-board…”
“That’s right, my dad made that picture. He was getting better at surfing… He tried…” Justin stares at the picture with love on his face. “I don’t have many happy memories of my dad, but my time on the beach with him,…. Those days were amazing.”
“And who’s this?”
“That’s my grandmother Ida. She died shortly before we met again.”
“She looked very pretty.”
“That picture was taken a long time ago, before my grandfather Bernie died. I never knew him, but I heard he was quite a popular guy.”
“That is Bernie. Found his picture in grandma’s room after her death.”
“You look so much like him!”
“That is what Ida used to say to me.” Justin sighs. “I’ve often wondered who he was.”
“It’s hard to imagine how our grandparents used to be, isn’t it? Especially when they died before you were born.”
“True. I know nothing about my grandparents from my dad’s side of the family. They were apparently dead before mom and dad got married. And from mom’s side I only knew Ida…”
“You sound as if you regret this?”
“My grandmother used to tell me so often, that I was just like grandpa Bernie, that I’ve often wondered why I was supposed to be so much like him. Was it my looks? My attitude? The way I did things?... Did he use drugs too?” Justin shrugs at the last idea.
Tyler tries not to laugh at the last suggestion, but she is too late to cover her grin. Justin’s smile tells her however, that it’s alright to laugh.
“Well, what do your mom and uncle Saul remember about him?”
“I don’t know. They never talk about him.”
“Have you ever asked them?”
“No. Not directly. Not that I can remember anyway…. But you’d think that stories about him would surface without my asking for it, right? Bernie died before I was born, but I believe that Sarah and Kitty should at least remember him, even maybe Tommy and Kevin.
I mean, take a look at your family. In one night I’ve heard more about your grandfather Timothy than I learned about my own grandfather in a whole lifetime. I don’t know anything about my any of my grandparents. I don’t even know that much about Ida.”
“Well, that’s sad. They are essential to your roots.” Tyler points out and Justin nods.
“Hi, Kitty.” Kitty has to say that Warren Salters’ voice still sounds sexy on the phone.
“It’s good to hear from you again, Warren.” Kitty smiles.
“I’ve been checking our calendars and I wonder if next Sunday would be a suitable morning for you to be on our talk-show with me.”
“Sounds like a very good idea to me. Should I bring something?”
“Nothing, just your sense of humor and your good mood, so I can spoil them both.” Warren smiles.
“I doubt that you’d succeed.” Kitty smiles. “Topics?”
“We’ll see about that on Sunday morning. Makes it more exciting.” Warren grins.
“So, we’re not rehearsing much in advance?”
“Do you need to?” Warren asks.
“No. Never.” Kitty’s eyes narrow, she’s ready for battle.
She can feel the adrenaline rush through her and she quickly makes a list of which papers to read, what websites to visit and which people she should call.
“Will Amber be there as well?” Kitty asks.
“Most likely, yes.” Warren answers
“How big is her influence on the show?”
“Not as enormous as she believes.” Warren grins.
“Good.” Kitty nods, glad that Amber is not a real issue.
“I can’t wait to see you…” Warren smiles and, to Kitty, the job suddenly seems more fun.
Scotty quickly straightens the table-cloth for table 11 and puts new flowers on table 12. His restaurant looks fresh again. Clean, just the way he likes it to be. He hears the bell go and walks to the bar-area to see who entered and it’s quite a surprise.
“Mrs Berrymen? What are you doing here?”
He’s thrilled to see his former neighbor from the time that he and Kevin still lived at Kevin’s loft. She replies to his gentle hug.
“I was in the neighborhood.” She says.
“I don’t quite believe that.” Scotty replies gently.
“Alright. There was mail addressed to you. I thought I’d come over and give it to you, meanwhile getting a chance to have another look at your restaurant. … Here’s the letter. I don’t know when it arrived, but it was given to me yesterday, by the new owner of the loft.”
“Are you two getting along?”
“No. Not at all. Oh, she tries, but she’s terribly annoying with her high-pitched voice and always, and I do mean always, complaining…. I miss you two.” She sighs. Scotty smiles again. Say what you want about Mrs Berrymen, she’s not a complainer.
“We miss you too.” Scotty replies with a smile and he means every word he says.
“In fact, it’s not so much fun to live there anymore. It’s too quiet… I’ve lost Mimi.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I know how much you loved your little dog.” Scotty says with lots of sympathy and in fact he does feel sad, because he liked the little dog as well.
“So, you can imagine, how quiet the days are… Not that I’m bored. I still play cards with my friends, go to church, sometimes a movie or something in the theatre, but I miss the general feeling of life in the building.” Scotty can imagine what she means. A lot of people in their former building had day-jobs and weren’t that social.
“Well, you should be happy with the fact that we’re gone. We now have 4 kids under our care. Can you imagine the amount of noise?”
“Four?” Mrs Berrymen is very surprised. She remembers that Kevin and Scotty were considering having a child, but the outcome surprises her.
“Yes. Our son Daniel, an adopted daughter named Olivia, a young man who’s under our care, Mateo, and there Kevin’s niece, Elizabeth, who stays with us, due to issues between her parents. We have a full house.”
“That sounds like so much fun….” She sighs.
Scotty gives her some coffee and opens up the letter.
“Oh, my God!”
“Bad news?” Mrs Berrymen asks, hoping she didn’t bring any drama to the lives of her former neighbors.
“I’m not sure…” Scotty says, checking the date. “This letter is two weeks old…”
“I’m so sorry…” Mrs Berrymen says.
“It’s not your fault. Your neighbor should have given this letter sooner…” Scotty protest gently. “This doesn’t change the fact that this letter puts me in a difficult place…”
“Why?” Mrs Berrymen asks, suddenly curious.
“This comes from my aunt Adele. She’s my father’s older sister…”
“And you’re not pleased that she’ll be here?”
“I love her. I really do, but she’s…. different.”
“In what way is she different?” Mrs Berrymen asks, thinking that the woman might be a lesbian or something.
“She’s a free spirit. Someone that would have been considered ‘a wild girl’ in her time. She did everything the bible forbade and then some. My father and his sister just don’t get along.
And I cannot find a word venomous enough to describe the relationship between my aunt and my mother. Those two are each other’s enemies…” Scotty sighs.
“When will your aunt be here?” Mrs Berrymen asks and Scotty quickly checks the letter and the calendar.
“She’ll be here later today…” He answers, shocked to the core. “I have to make arrangements…”
“Well, in that case, I’ll better leave you to it.” Mrs Berrymen stands up.
“Oh, no. I owe you at least another coffee and piece of apple-pie.” Scotty answers gently.
End of part 1/4
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