Outburst

"Outburst" is a BOTGD 2 oneshot written on July 16, 2020.
== Summary ==
== Full Text ==
Takes place right after Don’t Do the Crime 
Grey’s outburst based on this and this
It was silent as the Chief and her husband walked back to the house with the Night Fury. After Milae and Dario were brought to the prison, Grey and Brandt agreed that their trial take place in two days’ time…so that it would be over quickly, and that was the last time Brandt heard his wife speak. As they left the Great Hall and put out an order for the council to convene for the trial in two days, Grey hadn’t said a word, but Brandt knew that Grey was at her wit’s end. He felt the tension radiating from her body, and the fact that she briefly talked about a vacation in Yrus was evidence enough that she needed a break from the Rebellion. 
However, he couldn’t force her to admit that. She needed to do that on her own, and if he knew his wife, that would happen pretty quickly. It was very rare for Grey to get angry, but when she did, she always tried to hold it in until she could finally let it out. Throughout the talk with Milae and Dario, he could see that she was just not enjoying it at all. It was weighing down on her…especially when two of their comrades were connected to a murder of one of her old friends. He was able to see a subtle glow on her hands, but she was able to keep it at bay. 
As soon as they walked in, Brandt closed the door, and he knew the kids were off in the village, which worked great. They were alone. 
Grey didn’t say anything and moved to take off her cape, but Brandt quickly stepped in from behind.
“Let me, sweetheart,” Brandt said quietly. He was her husband, her second-in-command. Her burdens were his.
“Thanks,” Grey said quietly. She felt somewhat better as Brandt removed the shoulder pads and the cape…the very symbol of her position as Chief and leader of the rebellion…from her back. 
Over the years, Brandt had become her sanctuary. Her whole family was…her mother…her children…her adoptive siblings…her nieces and nephew…but her husband…he was always there…the constant reminder whenever she came home that she was not just the Chief and the leader of the Rebellion. She was simply his wife and the mother of their children. She didn’t have to take charge at home…she could just be Grey…his wife, and she loved that more than anything. He was there to take the burdens away…just for a while, but that didn’t change what happened. Milae killed one of her people, and was about to go to trial. At that thought, she took a deep breath as she leaned on a chair gripping it tightly.
“That was pretty rough,” Brandt said as he hung up Grey’s fur cape.
Grey scoffed. “You think?”
“I do,” Brandt retorted as he sat down at the table, “and I also know that if you want to vent or scream or kill something…I’m here to listen.”
“Yeah, like that’s going to make all this go away…the trial, Milae’s crime, Magnus being murdered, Rhenco, all this…High Central…Rebellion crap…” The Chief felt guilty for saying that. She didn’t mean it, and Brandt knew that too. She was bearing a lot on her shoulders, and she appeared to be reaching…her breaking point.
“It’s not, but…honey, you’ve been working so hard…juggling everything…” Brandt said remaining completely calm. “This…whole thing with Milae and Dario was just the tip of the iceberg, and it’s perfect natural to just…let it all out. Just…tell me what to do, I can hel–”
“Hey!” Grey shouted as she banged the chair with a fake smile. “If you really want to help me, I have an idea. I’d like Milae–that arrogant goat half-breed to be brought right here…”
The sight of her old friend…Magnus…dead…fresh in her mind…Dario and Milae scared out of their minds as the guards brought them to prison…
“…and for High Central–those lovely racist shitheads…”
The dungeons…the attack on her home that forced her teenaged son to step up…as acting Chief…
“…and for Rhenco–that no-good kidnapper alchemist…”
The memory of Rhenco holding him hostage…threatening all three of their children…and then him…having the nerve to mention her son’s name…
“…and for those stupid home-attacking, racist Night Furies–no offense, Shadow…” Shadow looked at her…not with anger but concern for her sister as she felt the anger building up more and more…
Kari almost being killed…those Night Furies not even listening to Indigo…Nimbus dying at her hand… 
“…to be brought here too! I want all those assholes brought…right here…in our house!” She threw one…two chairs to the floor with a scream before turning back to her husband, who didn’t even flinch. “And I want to look them straight in the eye, and I want to tell them…what horrible…no-good, rotten, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, overstuffed, ignorant, arrogant, brainless, heartless, bug-eyed, worm-headed assholes they are! Praise Hel! Holy shit! Where are the ice blocks? I have a headache!”
“In the box from the last time you needed them…” Brandt replied still not flinching from his wife’s outburst.
The Chief practically stomped into the kitchen and pulled out two ice-blocks before walking back over to the table sitting down at the one chair she didn’t flip over and sat down across from Brandt placing the blocks on her head and feeling the chill rush into her head. She looked up at her husband and her Night Fury, who were looking at her with concern. She sighed. “I’m so–” 
“No, don’t apologize,” Brandt said. “It’s been a rough few months, and you’re entitled to be stressed.”
Grey took a deep breath. “I know,” she said, “but I’m the leader…the Chief. What kind of message am I sending if I can’t handle it?”
“You are handling it,” he said as he stood up and walked over to her standing behind her. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders massaging her shoulders. “You have been handling it, and yes, you are the Chief. But you’re still human. You deserve a break every once in a while.”
She sighed again feeling the tension leave her shoulders as Brandt rubbed them.
“You know…that trip you suggested to Yrus…it’s not a bad idea,” he said after a moment. “We can leave in a week or two so that we can get things settled and stay there for a few days. I’m sure Akkey would love to see us, and…I know things are rough with Seasick right now. Akkey, Hunter, and Maya can be your outlet.”
“Yeah…that would be nice,” Grey replied. The thought of the fields and the mountains…the peaceful landscapes already relaxed.
“And…you know…while the kids go do their thing when we go…” Brandt said smirking at Grey moving down so that his lips were on her neck, “you and I…can stay in the inn for a day…” He kissed her neck, “or two.”
“You are bad, Sir Brandt,” Grey said closing her eyes and sighing.
“The worst…” he whispered. “So, what do you say, my beautiful wife? I can write to Akkey and ask her to put in word for us at the inn. We can leave in a week or so.”
Grey sighed. “It would be nice to get away,” she said. “Alright, why not?”
“Great,” Brandt smiled. “I can write to her today, but…before I do that…I say you leave the cape home and come on a walk through the forest with me…and take a flight on Shadow before you take care of the rest of your assignments.”
Grey giggled. “You are amazing.”
“I try.”
—–
Dear Akkey, 
Grey and I hope all is well with your family. We’ve had some…interesting things happening on Haligan, and Grey’s been in need of a break. I was wondering if you all would be up for a visit from the Felman family. We will be more than happy to stay in an inn and visit you all. I know Grey would love to see you, and it would be great to catch up. Thank you so much! We hope to see you soon!
Sincerely,
Sir Brandt Felman
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act II
Category:Grey Bergman
Category:Brandt Felman