Edward went upstairs and found Brian well into the bottle of firewhiskey. Khaat had slipped into a doze.
"I thought you had a handle on this," Edward said softly.
"I had to sedate her," Brian said looking into his glass.
"Does that surprise you?"
"No."
"Go pack a bag for the two of you," he told him gently but with iron firmness. That made Brian look up at him. "Robert has a plan. He did tell you, I believe."
"Somewhat. Where are we going?"
"To the States. Lee has a place. Plan for autumn weather."
"Oh good. So we can destroy the states," Brian said, putting the end of the bottle in his glass.
"No," Edward said. "So we can save your wife's life."
"I tried to prepare her. She doesn't want to go," Brian said. "She came completely apart. I had no choice..."
"Son," Edward said. "You can't listen to that right now. She's not able to think clearly...."
"But that's the point. She made sense."
"No, she couldn't have. Just because you understood her doesnt mean she made sense. Would you prefer I just use a pack spell?"
"No," Brian said, staggering to his feet, more intoxicated than sober. "I know what she'll want. I'll do it." He headed to her large closet. "I should have finished him, Edward. I screwed up."
"And when was the last time you tried to kill a half giant werewolf with your bare hands and survived?" Edward asked. Brian looked at him.
"He was big," Brian admitted.
"You didnt realize? He's a werewolf but he's also half giant. You weren't going to kill him that easily. You were lucky you werent killed before your staff got there to help. He could have simply torn you apart. Go pack now."
"I don't know how to move her," Brian said softly. "She's so fragile."
"We've got that."
"And our kids..."
"We've got that too."
"And Archangel..."
"He's coming with us. Go pack." Edward had been gentle but persistant. He could see that not only was Brian partly in shock himself but he was also feeling a huge amount of firewhiskey. Edward believed the boy needed the rest of them to just shelter him and Khaat for awhile to let them recover. Edward turned and went downstairs. Michael had accio'd his bag and was setting it on the floor when Edward returned.
"He's concerned about moving Khaat," Edward said. "He told her we were looking at going into hiding, and he said she came apart. He said he had to sedate her. She was asleep when I went up. He doesn't know how we're going to move her."
"I'm going to do it," Robert said. "I'm going to carry her. Either myself or Michael. We'll leave her under sedation. She knows she's battered enough that you all may either not recognize her or be completely repulsed by her. I don't know that you've ever seen her this battered. If it were different circumstances, she'd be in St. Mungos."
"You don't think it will change how we feel about her, surely. You're not stupid."
"No. I'm not. And I dont' think that. But, i would rather you get past that shock and horror while she's asleep enough that she' doesn't see or hear what she might well see as rejection of her. I want you to all have a chance to get past what you'll see before she wakes up. And I want to get her safe. Then we'll let her wake up. Hopefully Lee isn't putting us in a cave someplace."
"A cave?" Lee frowned, coming in from the kitchen. "Hardly. I could arrange it if you want, but that's liable to just be plain damned cold"
"Uh, thank you, no. I'm not into cave dwellings," Michael said. "A little heat, a little indoor plumbing, a little decent food and some good books...No bloody likely in a cave."
"Ok. A glamorous cave, then," Lee teased.
"No," Michael scowled.