Girls Night Out (Brennan)

[madison]

I can hear the devil call my name
Hopeless, I’m falling down
Filthy, I can’t wake up
I cannot hold on, I will not let go
Worthless, it’s over now
Guilty, there’s no way out

Insanity loomed over Madison. She was lying on the couch, sketching a picture of Sastre. He was off on another hunt, and Lily was probably doing the same, though Madison didn’t know for sure. What she did know was that she had been cooped up in this house for nearly a week. Ever since Steven had tried to choke her in the parking lot at the hospital Sastre didn’t want her going out alone. Though she thought he was worried about more than just Steven. Darian was still out there as well.

Madison had cleaned the house top to bottom, rearranged the living room twice. She’d worked in the garden, watched movies until her eyes went fuzzy, and even started sketching again. As much as she loved to do it, she could only sit still so long before she got up and started walking the old hallways just to move around. If she didn’t get out of the house soon, the evil allure of soap operas were going to sneak their way onto the screen. Madison would try to pry herself away from it, but no matter how hard she would try the half hearted and over dramatic story lines were drag her back in. She’d seen it happen her mother. She was not falling into that same trap.

Sighing, Madison put the sketch pad down and pulled out the newspaper. She had started looking for anything unusual in the reports to help the others a little better. It wasn’t much. All she could do was look for clues and patch them up if they came home injured. Sitting around wasn’t helping things either. Madison felt practically useless.

As she perused the paper, she noticed an advertisement for an Art and Music Festival taking place on the beach. Madison smiled. She’d love to go to the beach and look at heart while listening to people music. Maybe sip on a drink, eat some sea food. She sighed. There was no way Sastre was going to let her go. Unless….

Madison flicked her gaze to Brennan, a smile spreading across her lips. If Madison had a ‘chaperone’ so to speak, Sastre would be okay with that. Besides, Madison figured that Brennan was probably going as stir crazy as she was. Plus the witch loved music. Walking over, Madison plopped beside. “Sooo Brennan, how do you feel about seafood?”

[Abigail Faraday-Brennan]

Brennan heaved a sigh and let her head fall against the back of the couch. Since she and Lily had gotten together, the confinement had become considerably more bearable, but the hunter had snuck out to do who-knows-what earlier this morning, leaving Brennan to suffer on her own. She was nearly twitching with pent up energy with no way to burn it off. Madison had done her best to entertain the witch for awhile, and Brennan truly appreciated the effort. But it was plain to see that neither of their hearts was really in it, and they had eventually fallen into their own methods of diversion. And so here they sat.

Scowling, the witch unfolded herself from the couch and padded upstairs, poking her nose into the sizeable library. On any normal day, she would have been positively drooling in anticipation, but today, she merely leaned her hips against the desk and scanned the covers listlessly, not really seeing any of them. She was just too restless to read. She thought about heading outside and checking her gear, but then she realized that she’d already done it. Twice. Her Explorer was stocked, perfectly organized, and ready to go. Not that it was going anywhere. She’d already refilled her magical supplies as well, and she’d even had time to make up a few extra mixtures for the things she used most, like her healing tea.

Rubbing her hands over her face, Brennan sighed and headed downstairs again, resisting the urge to pace. Instead, she grabbed her MP3 player and nudged Boss over so she could share the couch. She hadn't even had the chance to turn the device on, however, when Madison sauntered over, a mischievous gleam in her eye. The witch eyed her warily, having no idea what to expect when Madison was in this kind of mood.

“I like seafood alright,” she told her, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

She thought for a moment that the doctor was offering to make them some food, but it was early yet for lunch, and Sastre had done most of the cooking during her stay. Besides, Madison had never gotten so excited over preparing food before…which only meant one thing. Going out. Breaking into a grin, Brennan’s eyes sparkled up at the young doctor, and she leaned forward, practically glowing in anticipation.

“What’d you have in mind?”

[madison]

I can hear the devil call my name
Hopeless, I’m falling down
Filthy, I can’t wake up
I cannot hold on, I will not let go
Worthless, it’s over now
Guilty, there’s no way out


The impish grin was still on Madison’s face when she pulled the newspaper out from behind her back. It was folded so that the Art and Music Festival ad was standing out and she handed it to Brennan, watching the witch’s face to see her reaction. Madison hoped that Brennan would be intrigued by it and they could get out of the house and have some fun. It was often Madison actually got to have fun. Not with everything that had happened the last few years of her life, but Sastre made her feel alive again, and Brennan was quite possibly her best friend. Madison enjoyed spending time with her, but she preferred to spend time with her outside the house at this point.

“There’s an Art and Music Festival on the beach.” She bounced a bit, like a little kid asking for a toy they really wanted, and figured she might as well go with it. “Think about the food, the music, the art.” She widened her eyes , waving her hand slowly out in front of them as if painting a picture. “Plus the sand and the ocean. The best part though, is it won’t be four walls and us slowly going insane.” She smiled at Brennan. “It’ll be fun.”

Madison took Brennan’s hand and bounced up and down on the edge of the couch, acting silly on purpose, and shaking the witch a bit. “Please, please, please, can we go Brennan! Pretty please!” Maybe Madison had already gone slightly insane. The way she was acting, Madison wasn’t exactly sure. Then again, maybe it was just that she was comfortable around Brennan and Sastre and Lily, and she didn’t mind showing her goofy side a bit. "Oh, oh and you can bring your guitar, maybe sit in on a set with someone!" A little added incentive never hurt. "Please!"