(Source: klaroness, via paulwezley-deactivated20120503)
Jetta/Daniel -|- Family Ties
Jetta Osterman had not been preparing for her reunion with her older brother, at least not any sort of productive preparation where she’d allow herself to rationally listen to him. Part of Jetta wanted to hear what he had to say, but hearing it would only remind her that the only family she had left abandoned her. It wasn’t that Jetta was not capable of handling herself, but she gradually fell short of any emotional support. Often reminiscing the late nights she spent talking to Daniel about one of the many mediocre teenage dilemmas she was undergoing, Jetta resented the fact that someone who had been so important to her had fled without a single goodbye. For a long time, she fought against the knowledge that Daniel hadn’t wanted to be found but now Jetta was painfully dealing with the fact he knew where she’d been all this time and had remained in hiding. It hurt; it hurt more than Jetta was willing to allow it to. Accessing that familiar pain would bring out the repressed vulnerability that Jetta avoided as if emotions were today’s modern plague. Thinking about it all made her sad, which in turn made her angry. It was far better to be angry than to be weak, or so Jetta believed, unknowingly forgetting that not being able to embrace her emotions was in fact weak. It was inevitable to see Daniel again, but Jetta was no planning the most comforting welcome for him.
Wearing a soft coloured navy tank top with a pair of skinny legged jeans, Jetta laid back comfortably on her leather couch. Her legs were propped up on the arm of the couch and her eyes were focused on the screen of her blackberry as she scrolled through Vince Beaumont’s twitter page. It was quite masochistic of her to look at something that simply made her want to upchuck over her coffee table but her undying curiosity managed to get the best of her once again. It was frustrating how everyone she formerly held close to her was moving on without her in their life. Whether it was seeing Sebastian and Sara in their blissful relationship or Vince and Belle, it had seemed as though everyone was progressing while Jetta was left stuck in a hole she’d dug herself that was slowly but surely filling with water. Thankfully, Jetta was appreciative of the fact she knew how to swim. Surviving hardships was what made the fiery brunette stronger and it was rare she’d let anything stand in her way. In fact, what had disadvantaged Jetta the most was her own meddlesome self. It explained why most people steered away from her, the exception being Leila Cooper who was possibly the one person more self destructive than Jetta.
Growing more and more infuriated with Vince’s arrogant tweets, Jetta aggressively threw her second blackberry against the wall that looked out onto the street, watching the screen crack and the rest of the device shatter onto the ground. Her throw was powerful enough, especially when it was fuelled by her uncontainable wrath. Taking a deep breath, Jetta felt instantly calm having just unleashed a small amount of pent up anger, although it was nothing compared to what she was used to doing. Being in a populated city meant having to stay under the radar and having a nearby building collapse in a crowded street would not be deemed staying under the radar. Jetta was a lot of things but she was not stupid and she happened to pride herself on that. Exhaling a rougher sigh, she stood up and walked into her kitchen, trying to diminish her boredom. There was only so much the girl could do when a high society event wasn’t on. There was always the option of turning up to Cliff Washington’s office and doing actual work around there, but then she’d be bombarded by hearing all about the current polls which naturally led to Vince Beaumont being brought up. It was evident that being bored, no matter how dreadful it was, was far less tortuous.
Lazily opening her refrigerator using her magnetic manipulation ability, Jetta reached in and grabbed a carton of milk, deciding to pour herself a glass of the white liquid. Milk always managed to calm her down whenever her temper increased. With her hand wrapped around the glass, her vision was blocked for a moment. Guzzling down a few sips as she exited the kitchen, the glass slipped Jetta’s hand. Her grip had no loosened due to her general clumsy nature, but because someone was standing in the midst of her living room. It wasn’t just someone though – it was Daniel. She did not need to ask how exactly he got there, after all, she was well-aware he had the ability to teleport. Startled by his sudden appearance, Jetta did not even look down to look at the spilled milk. Stepping over the shards of glass on the floor, a puzzled look fell on Jetta’s face. Unable to muster up a sentence before he commenced speaking, Jetta was left with having to hear him out before getting a chance to cut him off. “Hear you out?” Jetta spoke smoothly, her voice something more curious than alarmed or hurt. The vein on her forehead bludged as she took a step closer to where Daniel stood, examining him and what he was wearing, studying the way he was holding himself. “You think some piss weak apology is going to help you make amends for leaving me? That some illogical excuse is going to redeem you?” A chuckled rolled off Jetta’s tongue, not making any attempt to remove a familiar bitterness from her words. The sharper her words, the stronger her armour was. “By all means, I’m all ears. And then when you’re done trying to make me feel sorry for you, I can enlighten you on the pleasurable five years I’ve had while you’ve been here – hiding out with Sara fucking Cunningham of all people. Sounds like a merry little family reunion to me.” Jetta held a firm stance, looking at Daniel as he stood parallel to her. He was so close, but Jetta had never felt more distant to him.
He couldn’t help but to cringe at her angry words but he knew he had this coming, although she hadn’t thrown anything yet so that was always a good sign. Everything she was saying was the truth he knew this and its regret that began to set in further, there were so many things he wished he would have done different and Jetta was at the very top of that list. Growing up they’d been thicker then thieves and she had always been the one true constant of stability in his life, but she’d also changed so drastically since his death that Daniel had a hard time holding onto those images of his little sister with her innocent smile and brown hair pulled up in pig tails. This woman standing before him didn’t resemble that little girl in the slightest. The twisting pain of guilt in his stomach reminded him that it was his fault that she’d turned into this person, his death and his abandonment had made her like this and that fell on him solely.
Holding both hands up in a sign of surrender, he took one hesitant step towards her before he stopped. Right now he wanted nothing more than to hug her. He’d seen her from a far but he hadn’t truly seen her like this until this very moment. It brought about a lot of emotions for Daniel that he hadn’t felt in a long time. “You have every right to be mad, I won’t argue with you there but I just need you to hear me out first.” Daniel pleaded calmly as he stared his sister down with intense brown eyes. There were a lot of things he wanted from his sister right now, but he was more than well aware that he didn’t deserve a damn thing from her. “I know I don’t even deserve that.” He said in honesty. “I don’t want your sympathy maybe just your understanding if you can find it in you to spare it.” Daniel began with a heavy breath as he ran his hands over the leather of his black jacket nervously. He had avoided this moment for so long because he knew he was never going to be able to take seeing first hand just how much she hated him for everything he’d done to her. The truth was though no matter how much she hated him it would never compare to how much he hated himself for doing.
“I didn’t have a choice that night Jetta, I had to go. I killed that kid, Jetta. I killed him, with no second thought. This isn’t Devil Town; out here our actions have consequences. Truth be told I was scared, the last thing I ever wanted to do was leave you. Not after everything.” Daniel found it hard to think about that situation and his mind wondered to Leila and he couldn’t even bring himself to say her name. “I had to protect her, even after everything I had to do it and someone died in the process. I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye. There was no time and the best I could do was telling her to tell you I love you and that I’m sorry. I am sorry,” Daniel said sincerely but he knew that his sister would not be so easily won over by simple words and he knew that she deserved more than just a simple sorry. “You were the only person in that god forsaken town that meant anything to me and for awhile I just ran. It doesn’t matter where you run though because at the end of the day you always catch up with yourself. I didn’t know you were looking for me at that point. I barely knew what day of the week it was most of the time, my life was one random city after another every day for two years straight.
“When I finally stopped running I used all my resources to track you down. Only to find out the people who had been looking for me had been trying to track you down too, but because you were constantly on the move looking for me you made it hard for them. Then my life became a million times more dangerous.” Daniel said swallowing the lump of anxiety that was forming in the back of his throat. He wasn’t sure exactly how much he could trust telling Jetta right now, not when she was in such a state of rage and vengeance. “Do you know how many hits are taken out on me in a monthly basis these days?” Dan asked his face grim now. “It’s not important but do you know how many are taken out on you in a month because of me? ” Daniel says staring at her and he knows that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something happened to her because of him. “15. None of which you were ever aware of. You aren’t aware of those because I’ve been watching out for you Jet. I couldn’t lose you, I couldn’t risk your life for my selfish reasons of wanting you near. Being with me would have tripled that number. You are the only weakness I have that they can destroy, you were the only thing that mattered that I had left.” Every day he had to worry who was going to come for him or worst come for her. At mention of Sara, Daniel sighed. “Don’t bring her into this.” Daniel said shaking his head. “She was on your side from the very start, she’s the one who told me every day that you deserved to know, that it wasn’t fair to keep you in the dark about all of this. Stubbornly I fought her on it every step of the way. So don’t blame this on her. I did this. I made this mess. I fucked up. So be mad at me.” Daniel ranted with a heavy sigh. “Just know that I am sorry, I’m so sorry and I know it will never mean anything after everything that I’ve done.”
(Source: daniel-osterman, via slutta-osterman)
Jetta/Daniel -|- Family Ties
When he’d gotten to the office that morning he was not surprised to find that there was a pile of things that needed to be done. It was strange to call it an office, it made it sound like a regular run of the mill 9 to 5 kind of job, which was a laughable thought right there. This job was the farthest thing from a regular run of the mill office job. They took on missions that ranged from simple natural disasters to crazies trying to kill people like them. The hours were long and torturous but the end results were worth the work that had to be put into them to get those results. The room was spacious and a better part of the far wall was lined with the latest computers and technology. Everything they could possibly need to run this sort of operation and while the cool gray color of the walls would have made the room feel cold and unwelcoming it was clear that the small feminine touches in the room made it feel more welcoming. That of course was not Dan’s doing. In exhaustion he collapsed into the chair in front of the computer screens and began to go through the various things he needed to look over. This job was a 24/7 operation, it was lucky for Dan that he didn’t have much of social life outside of here because any girlfriend would be offended by the number of hours he spent there.
“Dan?” The familiar voice came across the comset and Daniel quickly grabbed it, putting the small bud into his hear. “What is it Sara? Did the mission go okay?” He questioned, he words coming out quickly as he began punching in coordinates into the computer. He’d sent her out on mission hours ago. It was a simple hurricane that was threatening to wipe out some costal town, it was nothing the blonde hadn’t done before but the tone of her voice worried Dan. “I just need a lift that’s all, sending you my coordinates now.” Sara’s voice came and Dan could tell something had gone wrong. “I’ll be right there,” He says pushing out of his chair and grabbing his jacket. His one job was to make sure these girls were safe, he’d gotten them into this and he wasn’t about to see anything happen to them. In a flash of an eye he found himself standing in some back alleyway before Sara. “Just take me home, I don’t want to talk about it.” Sara said stubbornly as she took his arm and he decided he’d wait to pick this fight until they were back at the office. Once more they disappeared with blink of an eye and Daniel found himself standing in the spot he’d just left moments ago.
Sara stepped away from him in a hurry to avoid any conversation about what had happened. “You’re over using your powers again aren’t you?” Daniel said staring at her intensely as he flashed in front of her to stop her from leaving the room. “I’m doing my job, that’s it. Don’t over react.” Sara said as she tried to step around him. “You’ve got to stop doing this, you’re not sleeping, you’re running yourself ragged and it’s got to stop. I’ll tell Sebastian if I have to Sara.” Daniel threatened and Sara looked taken aback by this. “You wouldn’t dare. Not after everything.” Sara gritted out. “Go home, Sara. Relax, but this has to stop.” Daniel threatened stubbornly. “Fine,” She huffed as she moved past him but came to stop and turned back to him. “Jetta’s back in town and she knows that you’re here.” Sara said calmly. “Sebastian told her and now she wants to destroy everything in her path. You need to tell her, she deserves to know everything. She gave up her life looking for you; you at least owe her that.” Sara said before turning and leaving through the doors that went out into the bakery.
Daniel was stunned by her words and he suddenly felt like an idiot for missing something as major as his sister being back in town. For the longest time he’d kept track of her every movement so the fact that she’d come to town and he missed it completely had him flabbergasted and the guilt set in once more. Sara had been pestering him for the last couple of years to track Jetta down and tell her the truth and finally give her some rest in her constant quest to find him. She gave up her life looking for you. The words struck a nerve with him. He’d spent the last five years justifying letting his sister do what she was doing. In reality she was at her safest as far away from him as possible, not to mention her nomad life style made finding her that much harder for anyone who wanted to hurt him by hurting her. It wasn’t an excuse though because Jetta deserved better from him then this. They’d once promised that together they could do anything and the truth was they were at their strongest together.
Pulling at the leather of his jacket Daniel took a deep ragged breath trying to reign in his feelings. He needed to face his sister and a bigger part of him yearned to see her once more and really be able to speak to her. Focusing on his location Dan soon found himself standing outside the taller brick building the numbers written on the building alerted him that he was in fact standing outside of Jetta’s apartment. A part of him thought it would be for the best to knock another knew that he needed to be more confrontational if he was ever going to get her to talk to him let alone forgive him for such a betrayal. So he teleports into her apartment, only to find her walking out of the kitchen to find him standing in the middle of her living room. Holding up his hands quickly he began to speak, “Before you go throwing any toaster just let me explain please,” Daniel said as he looked at his sister standing before him. His shoulder slumped as he took in her appearance. She certainly had grown up her features maturing with age and her hair was even longer than it once was. His heart ached at the mere idea that he’d let the last five years slip by without her and seeing her in the flesh before him sent that realization home for him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to find out like that. You deserved a better explanation than from some guy who didn’t know all the facts. So please, just let me explain and then you can throw all the kitchen appliance you can muster at me. Morgan Freeman knows I deserve every bit of it.” Dan pleaded hoping that she would just let him explain himself.
