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Growing up in a small town in Alabama had never been the most difficult part of Brandy Jameson's childhood. In fact, it had been completely inconsequential. The hardest part about growing up had been the two alcoholic parents, the neglect, and oftentimes, the hand of their father. Her eldest sister, Whiskey, had always protected the younger siblings from that. Though Brandy differed from her older sister only by a few years, Whiskey saw to it that she was protected as much as the three who needed it the most. And when Whiskey wasn't around, Brandy often stepped up to the plate, did what she had to do. The sisters, as a result, formed one of the closest bonds imaginable. They were the epitome of the Brady Bunch, minus the cheesiness. But even family couldn't keep Brandy from dreaming of bigger things. Her sister had seen to it that Brandy had the luxury of going away to college. And though the guilt ate at her, the full ride to Columbia had been her ticket out. In her youth, Brandy had always had an aptitude for science and for healing. As a child, she was constantly bringing home wounded animals. No big animals, of course, but if she found an injured chipmunk, here or there, she brought it home. This annoyed her older sister to no end, but it was the beginning of Brandy Jameson, M.D. She could have chosen any number of majors upon settling into the prestigious University. She had been given the world, and unlike some, she knew exactly what she wanted to do with it. Enrolling in the pre-Med program, Brandy spent four years with her face planted in text books. Her lack of partying had meant nothing to her. She hadn't partied much growing up, either. And she had a purpose. She had a goal, and everyone except Whiskey had always told her never to expect too much. That was what drove her. Upon completing her undergraduate work, Brandy entered Harvard's Medical School. Undaunted by the task at hand, she through herself into the work, just as much as she had at Columbia. Even though she'd spent four years away from Alabama, the experiences still seemed surreal. Eventually, Brandy split her schooling between Harvard, for the first two and a half years, and UCLA, to which she transferred in the middle of her second year. Financially speaking, UCLA had been prepared to offer her a much more generous aid package. It had been the most practical move. Upon graduating from UCLA's medical program, she earned a fellowship with Columbia's teaching hospital, in New York. Though she hated to part with LA, Brandy returned to the East Coast. This move, above all others, would change her life forever. Having chosen to focus on pediatrics, Brandy spent most of her time in the pediatrics ward. But there were always clinic and ER rotations. It was on one of these rotations that she met billionaire Tristan Loma. Though she had been completely unaware of his financial wealth at the time, Brandy was still completely out of her league. A sunny young fellow, just out of medical school, flirting with a billionaire. The flirtations had been accidental (initially), at least on her part. But he had appealed to her love for children by mentioning his own son. And so it was with an invitation for Brandy to meet the child that she took her first steps away from naiveté and towards a path that would reshape life as she knew it. The attraction and addiction were immediate. It was more his son that drew her to him, but that didn't mean that the billionaire didn't have an attraction all his own. The two fell into a whirlwind courtship, never seeming to get enough of each other. It wasn't long before they had moved in together, with the one kid and one dog. Perhaps the speed with which all of this was happening should have alarmed her. But she had been wide eyed and mesmerized, and fancied herself in love with him. And why not? He was charming, handsome, attentive. For awhile, at least. Unbeknownst to her (at first), he was doing drugs. Cocaine had been his normal 'flavor of the week' but there were, undoubtedly, others as well. As the minor flaws became noticeable, and as his younger brother, Xaver, warned her away, things began to change. Though he had proposed to her, life seemed to become more difficult. They each became more stubborn, more willful, until the rumors of drug addiction and infidelity got to her. Or, well. They weren't rumors, really. He would jet off to his place in the Hamptons, their place in the Hamptons, and she would hear about his bringing someone up there. Whether it was because it had been infatuation the entire time, or simply Brandy finally falling from the pedestal she'd been imposed on for her entire life, she fell into a brief affair with his brother. She hadn't meant to, but that, of course, didn't make the crime any more forgivable. The two made the attempt to get past Tristan's perceived infidelities, and her own actual infidelity by moving to LA. A change of scenery should have done the trick, right? Except, it didn't. Perhaps the fractured relationship had never been strong enough to withstand such trials to begin with, but. Needless to say, Tristan continued his flirting in LA, his anger with her, and she continued to fall deeper into a spiral of guilt. Make no mistake, there were plenty of good times. Both between New York and Los Angeles. The day they'd watched clouds from 'their' little area, a park in New Jersey. The day they'd really moved in together. The day he'd proposed to her, during their trip to Australia. The day she found out she was pregnant with his child. But all of the good in the world couldn't have saved their relationship. Each one felt righteous, more righteous than the other, and as a result, the arguments got louder, usually more vengeful. Meeting the MacCarthaigh family didn't help matters. She had been attracted to Dane, one of the brothers. And Tristan, he'd been willing to end their relationship for Dane's younger sister. Brandy and Tristan eventually married, though it wasn't the way they'd wanted. There had been too much hurt, too many battles. Not even the birth of the twins could have fixed things. Tristan, in a moment of conscience, had the marriage annulled, with promises of a real one down the road. Still, unable to accept her failures, Brandy spiralled even deeper into a darkness that ended only after the birth of her children, and lasted just as briefly as the marriage. With both sides remaining embittered, the children brought only grief and anger. Tristan, afraid that she would try and take his children from him, had become strident about their custody arrangements. The angrier, more persistent he became, the more fearful she became. It didn't help, either, that she soon became sexually involved with his best friend, Andreas Kilmann, Editor-in-Chief of Gentleman's Quarterly. This new period of fear from her ex-husband opened a new door for her, though. Having become friends with Janusz Wexner, the one time President of Victoria's Secret, Janusz noticed what was going on. With Brandy fearing the worst, after her ex's most recent mouthing off, about how he could easily take their children from her with his money, Jan sought to counter and help the woman who'd helped him (she had been there for him in a time of extreme grief). The marriage, a word Brandy had hoped never to hear again, was quietly arranged and carried out. Carrying the Wexner name, it seemed unlikely that Tristan, even with his vast array of wealth and resources, would ever have been able to challenge Brandy for the children. But even still, her fears were not assuaged. Nor was her guilt. Added, this time, to the pile of guilt already in place, Brandy was forced to admit that she had hurt Andreas by marrying Jan. His pride, if nothing else. Jan became a rock, for her. Although it had been a business arrangement to begin with, Brandy found herself falling in love with him. Still, she kept quiet about her love for a long time, including when the two decided an annulment would be best for both parties. She signed her end of the papers, but it was later revealed that he had never signed his (which she didn't find out about until a year or so had passed). Jan went off to find himself, leaving Brandy and the twins behind. In his absence, Brandy moved (briefly) to Las Vegas, though the move didn't provide much solace. After a brief stint as a hostage, courtesy of one of Tristan's old contacts, she moved back to LA, deciding anywhere was safer. It was months before she and Jan reconnected. But despite the time and distance that had passed between them, her heart still carried a torch for him. When they finally did reconnect, Brandy and Jan allowed themselves to finally admit what they should have admitted months before: They loved each other. They were in love with each other. It is a love that, to this day, remains burning strong. A few months after being together again, Jan proposed to Brandy. But she, skittish at the idea of ruining another marriage, had said she wasn't ready. It wasn't what she'd meant, of course, but she'd been afraid. That fear had cost her the chance to ever tell Jan how she'd really felt (or so she thought). Just weeks after learning they were going to have a child, Jan's brother Sash had been reportedly murdered. Jan, going into a tailspin, followed his brother after getting into an accident, leaving her to turn the machines off. This one act alone devastated her, and shattered any semblance of healing she had done over the last year and a half. She spent most of her pregnancy in seclusion, finally resigning from her job at UCLA's medical center indefinitely. During previous trials, she had taken time off here and there, but this. This was different. She had hurt someone. Had killed someone, even if it was passively. Disillusioned, she threw herself into her children, and her new adopted daughter, Erin. Erin had been Jan's daughter from a previous relationship, and once her own mother had passed, custody had been awarded to Brandy. Eleven and a half months later, after healing a little bit, Janusz Wexner (though he was no longer calling himself that) appeared on her doorstep. Alive. The shock has yet to settle in, especially given everything that's happened. Only time will be able to tell if there's any chance for the two of them to heal, or even for her to heal on her own.

Cause nothin' lasts forever, and we both know hearts can change. And it's hard to hold a candle in the cold November rain. We've been through this such a long long time, just tryin' to kill the pain. But lovers always come and lovers always go, and no one's really sure who's lettin' go today. Tristan Loma was Brandy's first real impulsive move. The two had met while she'd had clinic duty. Ironically, he'd come in with a cold of some sort, had mentioned his son, and things progressed from there. Perhaps it was her lack of previous impulsiveness that made him so attractive to her. The relationship was whirlwind, and maybe that was part of the reason it ended nearly as quickly as it started (albeit a year and some months, and two children later). He was the first person she let loose with, but she quickly learned the consequences of doing such when she met his brother and best friend. They finally found solid ground for their children, and have managed to work out a joint-custody agreement that doesn't include clawing each others' eyes out. But that's where it ends. CLOSED. He drowns in his dreams, an exquisite extreme, I know. He's as damned as he seems. More heaven than a heart could hold. And if I try to save him, my whole world would cave in. It just ain't right. Lord it just ain't right. Oh, and I don't know, I don't know what he's after. But he's so beautiful, he's such a beautiful disaster. And if I could hold on through the tears and the laughter, Lord would it be beautiful, or just a beautiful disaster? Dane MacCarthaigh. Coming soon. CLOSED. I hope you know, I hope you know, that this has nothing to do with you. It's personal, myself and I. We've got some straightening out to do. And I'm gonna miss you, like a child misses their blanket, but I've got to get a move on with my life. It's time to be a big girl now, and big girls don't cry. Andreas Kilmann. Coming soon. CLOSED. I don't want to run away, but I can't take it, I don't understand. If I'm not made for you, then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there any way that I can stay in your arms? Cause I miss you, body and soul, so strong that it takes my breath away. And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today. Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right. And though I can't be with you tonight, you know my heart is by your side. Eirnin "Jan" Cavanaugh is, quite literally, the be-all and end-all in Brandy's modest list of relationships. The pair met by chance on an online community board. But the rest, what happened from there, was where it got interesting. Always the friend and listener, Brandy accompanied her friend to Las Vegas for the funeral of one of his siblings. In return, he stepped in during one of the embittered custody battles between herself and ex-husband Tristan Loma. The subsequent marriage of the two had been intended only as a business arrangement. They soon found out that love and business aren't always that easy. Though they spent months playing the part, and even divorced (so she thought) at one point, the two eventually found that their growing feelings were mutual. They had been close to getting remarried when Jan suffered what Brandy had believed was a fatal accident. In the end, she found that neither was she divorced, nor was Jan really dead. Everything has been a blur since then, but one thing remains clear. He is the only man for her. The only question now is .. can these two find their way back home? Seventh heaven, when I see their happy faces smiling back at me. Seventh heaven, I know there's no greater feeling than the love of family. Where can you go when the world don't treat you right? The answer is home, that's the one place that you'll find seventh heaven. Scotch Jameson Whiskey Jameson Tequila Jameson Vodka Jameson Sherry Jameson Hannah Rafferty-Jameson Dante Torree. Coming soon. Note: This is by no means her entire list. I just need a break from coding and writing, haha. More to come. No, honest.