Someone in the blazing moonlight <~Vy and Jeran~>

Another knee break. How Vy wishes so hard that Matthew was right on how a bone never breaks twice in the same place. Sadly, it apparently can. Not that it makes much of a difference for her. She'll still fight and play just as she always has. Even after the Doctor had warned her another misfortune to that area may very well leave permanent damage. As long as she doesn't fight someone that's aware of the weak spot and goes after it -like Matthew did a while back- she'll be fine. And she's even managed to relatively stay off of it for a few days...to her extent. There's absolutely no reason to fret.

Guess after all that drama and trouble she even gets a night off, because Brittany graces them with the lack of her presents. Sure Vy's stuck at home watching over Brooklyn, but that's far from anything she'd ever complain over. Even with a screwed up knee they manage to make a hell of a night from the quietness of being home. Cooking together as they always have since the little one's gotten old enough and interested. Spending hours of playing the tickle monster and anything else that keeps the older Blonde sitting. It's not until bedtime that things become a little less easy.

"Sh, Brooklyn. We'll both go to sleep, i'm not leaving." Vy attempts to sooth the toddler, who's already resorted to crying to resist slumber. Brittany claims it's always easy to get her to sleep for her, yet it never is for Vy. After two stories she still doesn't even want to settle down. But the tears make it obvious that it's way past her bedtime.

A knock from the front door interrupts them before she can be successful. "Stay here, I'll be right back." To no surprise the Rugrat crawls out of the covers to hop off the bed and follow anyways, with more sniffles and whines joining her. "Stubborn little one." Vy comments without further protest.

There's no telling who's decided to visit at this hour. With the odd friendships she's gained, it could be any of them. Only one can provoke the grin that forms when she opens the door though. "Jeran?" She questions a little surprised but far from disappointed. Even after their last encounter, when he learned the truth about Brooklyn without any further discussion, she finds happiness over seeing him. Speaking of which, that little secret happens to be clinging to the back of her leg. Tears still streaming down her round face.

"You're lucky, my With of a mother actually isn't home." And with that she gives a nudge of her head to invite him inside. She takes in his features & body language, while trying to guess what may be going on in his mind. "I was just trying to get Brooklyn to sleep. How are you?" Judging the time he decided to stop by, she can only assume it's because something's going on or happened.

The guest presents a perfect opportunity for young Brooklyn, and without hesitation she runs over to hug one of Jeran's legs and burry her sobbing face. Perhaps she can convince him to let her stay up. "No seep." She cries into his pants.

There's a special way that Jeran approaches the entrance into Vy's home. Most people are slightly nervous, maybe even afraid, when first in a new surroundings. Even Vy feels slightly uncomfortable at times, though she'd never show or admit it. But Jeran on the other hand appears as natural as ever. Perhaps it's because they've gotten to know each other, though she'd never give herself that sort of credit. Either way it has her feeling relaxed, and less stressed then before, in return; and with a crying baby glued to her leg.

Even that burden Jeran takes...well, probably not fully intentionally. The little one goes over to him, and for a moment he appears quite awkward over the matter. Whether pretending or finding his nurturing side he does give an attempt at comfort. Usually it's only Vy or Kyanite around Brooklyn, and she happily steps back to observe how this encounter goes. When he tries to suggest that sleep is good for Tyke, she only brings up her puppy-dog face from his pants and shakes her head back and forth. Well this should be interesting.

Now that Vy's thinking about, it looks like three people are going to need some baby-training. How ironic that she's the one providing them. Best way to learn is from other people's mistakes, hopefully. So far Kyanite's as good as she is, Matthew needs a load of help, and it seems like this test will tell where Jeran's at. Preciously he bends down to Brooklyn's height -for the most part-, and just when she's certain he has it in the bag, he offers that the Rugrat can stay up with them. Immediately a wobbly grin and nod comes from the toddler, while a sigh comes from her mother.

There's the smallest chance he has a plan for this, and a larger one that he just caved into his cuteness like that. By his word choice it's the second prediction. Oh well, it's the weekend and Vy has no desire to be the bad cop. "Mama?" Brooklyn corrects with a confused voice that's also getting over her fit. She looks over at her for confirmation. There's no one else here after all, let alone the fact she doesn't know anyone she calls sister.

"Well it's a good thing that cat's already out of the bag. Huh Brooklyn?" Vy gives a pathetic laugh that ends in a weak smile. "Come on, I'll get you a bottle. Maybe that'll get you to sleep." Just incase Jeran's strategy doesn't work out for them. She leads the way into her kitchen, and Brooklyn grabs hold of Jeran's much larger hand prior to following. "What do you need to talk about, Jeran?" Can only assume that it's important with the hour he decided to come over to share whatever's going on.

After everything that's happened to this group of friends, Vy can only assume that something's wrong. There's no other explanation for Jeran visiting at this hour. The two of them are far from those intentional get togethers when all are asleep, as much as she wouldn't mind it. Those only occur on accident. And that's obviously not the situation here. Vy can feel the troubles radiating from his skin at this distance. Still she's not the type to freak out over an incident and remains in the process of trying to get Brooklyn to bed. It's much too frequent of events for her to fret off the bat.

Then the news is delivered, and instantly her expression simply drops. There was even relaxed features before, due to Jeran's responsibility over whom he let stay up. A rare sight to ever lighten her usually intimidating look. But in one breath of a sentence, it disappears like that. What the hell happened? Last she saw Matthew was doing pretty good. Confused, but still good. Suddenly he's been punished for something, and she's baffled over the cause. His desire to leave the academy? Mr. Ruze? The pregnancy? Either way it's nothing good.

"What?" Is all Vy's capable of pull out from her speechless daze. Something about struggling to get Brooklyn asleep, always gets Vy exhausted instead. Luckily the bottle of milk already sits in a pot of water that's heating up; providing the perfect opportunity for her to have a chance at concentrating on Jeran's words.

Apparently all of this happened today, and the end results weren't pretty. But Matthew is back, which is extremely good. As for Vy, she's unsure if she's insulted or grateful that she wasn't informed until now. "What happened? Why was he punished?" She questions with a hushed voice. It feels weird discussing this with Brooklyn on Jeran's hip, and nonetheless the tyke wants to get down and play just as much. At this point Vy's so close to caving and letting the little one do whatever she desires. Not yet though.

Sadly Jeran's just as clueless over what happened, explaining so while he struggles to keep the rugrat situated. Right about now Vy usually takes over. But with her sore knee, she has no desire. Instead she only listens to his fear of Kya getting dragged off as well and the frustration of not knowing anything more. "They're not going to touch Ky, she did nothing wrong. And plus they would of already if they were going to. You know the PK's don't wait around." She provides the only sort of support she can find.

It's quite annoying to be left in the dark, then again there's nothing more they can gather tonight. "Is Matthew going to be okay?" Vy still has to ask, even if it only provokes more uncertainty or bullshit. With a warm bottle and another nudge of her head, she gestures for them to go into the living room. Nothings ever formed such a need for a comfortable seat and help carrying Brooklyn till her damn knee. Certainly Jeran understands, whether he knows it or not.

There's been a couple of occasions where Jeran's emotions boiled over, and lucky Vy was there to witness and support. In all honesty she can't even mind, no matter how angry some of his troubles make him. This time around though something's different. That rage is gone, and it's like he's on the fence about to fall over into defeat. Well no shit, fighting against the peacekeepers is a death wish for everyone. Still they can only try to be positive. Hope that the worst is over with and Kyanite's in the clear. It may not even be about the pregnancy after all.

Optimism is the last thing left on their side. "No you won't." Vy reassures with a gut feeling that Kyanite will be okay. They would of taken her in as bait for Matthew; cause just from knowing that guy, Vy can assume he didn't cooperate. His pregnant girlfriend would of changed that drastically. But yet he's back, and she's untouched. "And if that were true, you wouldn't be here right now." She gives her observation on the matter. "You'd be trying to hide her or some shi-crap." Right, Brooklyn's still awake. Hopefully she's not catching on to any of this.

The immediate concern is whether Matthew was going to pull through this. There's no way anyone's harming an innocent civilian. But whether Matt will recover from the damage already done by them? Last thing Kyanite needs is to lose someone else.

Guess the looking up is rubbing off on Jeran slightly, as he expresses that Matthew should be okay. They'll probably know by morning, and oddly enough that phone staying silent is exactly what they need. No phone call, no problems. No problems, no death. "Can't wait." She replies sarcastically over the call. Waiting this out with good company does sound nice, for as long as he's willing to stay around. And with that very thought they head for more comfortable seating.

As much as Vy attempts to conceal her wounds, some are just impossible to disguise completely. Her loose-fitted pants cover up the brace nicely, but her walk gives it away entirely. Once she manages to sit down, Jeran mentions it. With an automatic assumption that it's a result from a fight. Not that he's wrong. "No, not Ky." She laughs over the idea, knowing fully well she'll never fight that girl again. "It was Matthew." That sounds bad. "Well, I mean with Matthew. We got into some trouble with a group of careers. And believe it or not, we were on the same team." She shares as she passes the bottle over to Brooklyn, whom takes it without a second of hesitation.

An arm wraps around the tiny toddler, and surprisingly it's not Vy's. Honestly she doesn't mind in the least. Watching the little one grin wide and shake her head while her teeth refuse to release the bottle. It's sweet to see Jeran's interaction with her, and his joke in getting her to share. When it comes to toys, she will in a heart beat. With her bottle though? Not a chance. A smile plays on the older Blonde's own face, despite her exhaustion. Something about this scene makes him so much more desirable, if that's even possible to begin with.

And Brooklyn must feel the same way since she curls right up against his side; and the warm bottle achieves exactly what Vy was hoping. "How's your sister doing aside from all of this?" She asks with a yawn and sleepy eyes of her own. With that the back of her head falls against the couch, though her eyes stay open and alert in order to still concentrate on his words.

Getting hurt has sort of always been Vy's thing. It never effects her like a normal recovery should, as she takes all injuries as only obstacles to overcome. And in cases like this, it's even just a joke. Pain just isn't something to accept in her book. But to no surprise Jeran doesn't find it as funny. His face remains mutual, and his lips may of even curved down slightly.

Then out of the blue his voice doesn't come out as disappointed as Vy would expect. Sure he suggests that she needs to stop getting hurt, but also that he won't always be around to help her. It's his tone that truly matters though. And despite having the urge to always protest to ever needing help, a gentle smile comes across the older Blonde's features. "Is that right?" She chuckles out with a lack of objection. Unfortunately Jeran turns the subject over to the serious side, on how they have responsibilities with the younger ones in their lives.

"I made sure she wasn't there." Once again more humor is brought to the table from Vy, though more in the form of sarcasm then anything. Fact is he's completely right. Even if Brooklyn isn't present, anything can effect her in the long run. That can go unspoken though, preferably as well. She'll make note of it.

Automatically Vy asks about his sister, partially to change the topic. It works in that aspect, but did she word herself wrong? Seems that Jeran tends to care more about others then himself, and especially with his sister. Simply assumed that's who he'd be completely concerned over Kyanite. Thing is though, he's more then Ky's brother. And Vy of all people should know that. But for now Jeran addresses both the question she asked, and the one only on her mind.

Sort of funny how he's doing still results in his sister. All that's on his mind is her wellbeing, and his position as a good big brother. How Vy could only wish she had a sibling that caring. "Yeah," She agrees with another small grin. "She's young and going through a lot. She's going to be fine though, don't worry." Vy reassures to the best of her ability. With this nice group behind Kyanite, the Brunette only has options of success. Everything will be fine. Despite all of this certainty and positivity, a yawn still escapes Vy.

No matter what's going on, Jeran never fails to be observant. For some reason he finds a need to apologize for visiting at such an hour. He doesn't realize she'd still be struggling to get Brooklyn asleep right now. If anything the little one's in dreamland faster because of him. "Don't be. I'd still be fighting with her if you didn't show up." Vy corrects while her lips spread further at the sight of the petite Blonde soundly snoozing. Her point exactly.

"Looks like you did." Vy informs after Jeran explains where he learned that trick. Guess no one truly knows if a strategy will work till it does. Combination of the bottle and approval to stay up. Who knew these two would make the perfect pair at putting a toddler to bed. Next he offers to take the tyke upstairs, and tells Vy not to decline because he can obviously see the condition of her knee. "That'd be awesome actually." For the first time that she's noted, she willingly takes help. Carrying Brooklyn to their room doesn't sound like fun anyways.

As baffled as ever Jeran openly asks what he's supposed to do. Guess everyone's in a need of a little practice before a new baby comes around. Coming from him, it's awfully cute though. "We share a bedroom, it's the door closest to the stairs. Just stick her on my bed, she's going to end up crawling in their anyways." Vy explains with an extra spark of joy in her pitch. It's always nice getting support, and also very rare. "Put a blanket over her if it's cold." She adds in as she watches the two walk away, a smile glued to her face from the sight.

Silence, it's a rare occasion around these parts, especially for Vy. Every precious second is taken fully. Her head falls back onto the couch, and the only thing her mind can concentrate on are those footsteps. How lovely they sound. Purposely moving only in order to help his friend. Another rare treatment for her. Despite her exhaustion a smile stays upon her cheeks; and as long as her eyes rest there, she somehow doesn't fall asleep. She only listens further, to hear if the little one remains sound asleep and whether her assistance would be needed. Only peace and quite responds though.

Eyes flutter open from the gentle noise of Jeran returning down the stairs. His figure gracing the doorless frame to the living-room, before his sweet voice questions if he should leave or not. "Stay." Vy requests as he travels back over to the couch. Doesn't seem like he's intent on leaving, which only forms a warmth in the Blonde's cold heart. How could she ask him to leave after he performed the difficult job of putting Brooklyn to sleep? And plus she wouldn't want to either way.

There's a second of awkwardness as Vy's unsure what to do. Usually they have a load to talk about, or preoccupied by something else. But she's baffled over what he wants. Are they suppose to have a little fun to get his mind off of things? Does he just want to talk? Simply embrace one another? Or keep their distances? Luckily he offers something, saving her from the confusion of what to do. After all he's done though, he suggests giving her a massage. "Haven't you helped enough today?" She jokes slightly, with an unmistakable look like she doesn't deserve it.

His beautiful eyes say it all though, and after a moment she gives up her weak knee to him. "Thanks for getting Brooklyn to bed, good trick." Have to at least give him that, as she maneuvers her leg and holds back any discomfort it evokes. "You gonna make me fall asleep now?" Vy grins while her vision stays upon his breathtaking features.

Since she first met Jeran, he's always been such a supporting hand. Like that time he assisted her to the nurse's, after her round with Matthew and a fake burning building. How ironic that it's always the same knee that's drawing them close. Because after all he's done, he wants to give comfort to Vy and her constantly busted knee. After a suggestion that he's already generous enough, she still caves into his request. Plus it keeps him here, and I'm touch distances. No way she'd protest further.

There's a claim from Jeran that he doesn't believe he helps as much as he does. If only he knew. But then his words twist to sound as if he's only being annoying. He must be joking. "Because you're so obnoxious." Sarcasm drips from her voice so clearly. Of course her leg still goes up and falls in Jeran's lap and trust.

Feeling the need to prove to him that he's far from aggrivating, Vy brings up Brooklyn and the joy of having her asleep. Only a smile is evoked on his face, and a contagious one that also finds its way to the blonde's features. Even more so when his fingertips gently rubs away the tensity in her knee. Teasingly his touch goes higher then the injury a couple of times, only to quickly trail back and leave Vy's heart racing & lips sealed.

An apology arises, as if Jeran had any power over what happened. "I knew you set up those careers to challenge us." Vy jokes like she's rejecting the sorry. Or maybe it was just a warming that he's getting to the severely sore area. Because seconds later her face is scrunching up to hold back the pain.

"Couple of times, haven't had many chances with a running toddler." Vy answers when Jeran questions if she's been icing her wound. To no surprise, he's immediately upon his feet and traveling to the kitch without a word. A sigh escapes Vy as she leans back and waits. So this is what it's like being taken care of.

Luckily she doesn't have to wait long to be in his precious presence once again. A cold sensation over tales her leg, and without thinking about it she's following Jeran's nudge to give him room behind her. And just like that it's her back falling into his arms this time. "Stop being so irresistible." Vy teases back after all he's done. She can feel her cheeks get rosy from the position, but she doesn't budge in the least.