everyonelives | someone is on your side

[Cooper has had a very up and down couple days but he intends to finish this right. They want a less than zero chance of a vengeful Tamara Monroe rising up from the dead to finish what she started, so they'll dispose of her body properly. After touching base with his father and Mickey, he pulls up to the warehouses where the hostages were being held and the rest of the bodies are being burned.

Bela said that she and Klaus handled the bomb factor, so he's trusting her word on that.

He brings the car to a stop next to the other SUVs and climbs out.]

Got room for three more?

[Mia leaves their hunters to do their thing, and heads back to the hotel that William texted her. She is very much in need of a bath and a drink, somewhere in that order, before she takes the time to process everything that happened today, but she also knows that William is going to want to talk.

Fortunately she's wearing black and can sneak past the hotel security without them realizing that she's covered in blood.

Once she gets up to the suite, adjoining rooms, but still enough for some privacy, and lets herself in, she takes a breath.]

You mind if I clean up first?

[Once most of the magical items are accounted for, and news comes that the hostages have returned, Davina entrusts her closest lieutenants to make sure that they're transported safely to the cemetery for safe keeping. She'll follow up with them later once she is sure that her best friend is okay.

There's other people she should probably see too, but Josh is foremost in her mind.

She makes her way over to the apartment - probably for the best as she needs to recover things like her phone (probably dead) and anything she left there this morning, and when she sees him, she immediately walks over and pulls him into a hug.]

I'm so glad you're okay.

[She finds Malia first, given that the Winchesters went right to Allison and Malia was there waiting for her. After confirming that her cousin is in one piece, she wants to see her brother next, so she and Malia obtain another car and head to the bayou to find Derek.

It's strange, to arrive there and see such destruction, the remains of the pack cleaning up the damage the hunters did in their stead. There's still enough space for them all, but people will be doubling up on cabins until some of them are rebuilt.

She weaves through the crowd, dodging those coming to greet Malia, until she finds her brother and quietly slides her arms around his waist for a warm hug.]

Please stop getting kidnapped.

[Whichever pair of residents of the Abattoir happen to return first, they will find a slim, young witch sitting in their parlor. She's sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, and idly scrolling some kind of social media on her phone. She doesn't look up at the sound of footsteps, only keeps her attention on the matter at hand.

Please feel free to comment accordingly.]

You need to be more careful.

[If Sierra were anyone else, they might accuse Jaqueline of being concerned about them. Given that she's developed a rather dangerous reputation of not giving a fuck about anyone, that would be a problem. But they're alone, and Sierra is her partner, the one person Jaqueline would do almost anything for, so she allows that edge of worry to seep into her voice, just a little.

She continues looking her over, making sure there are no injuries, before she looks back up at her again.]

How did you get caught?

( Mickey climbs out of the car, too, flanking the two Sullivans. He's alive and has at least changed his bloodsoaked signature flannel to clean flannel. He and Cooper retrieved what was left of the their equipment and clothing. It's now in the back of Cooper's truck.

He doesn't want to think about the existential crisis ahead of him.

Dean's hardly the general when it comes to hunting. He'll lead a simple hunt, but he's not the brother who led the Apocalypse World hunters and their widening network. He was Michael then. And he's so damn tired when it comes to large-scale hunting. Dean Winchester's in touch, but Sam still oversees their network. Dean checks in on the hunters he cares about, helps those that reach out.

Sam, he leaves with Allison, overseeing the hunter funeral. They don't need dead hunter wreaking havoc on the quarter, or Monroe's last spirit stand.

Dean, arms crossed, glances back at the three newcomers. )

Paying your respects?

[Thanks to the way Dean drives, they arrive in New Orleans early the next morning and go right to Allison and Malia. Lydia knows she won't rest until she sees that Allison is okay for herself. She passed along the good news to everyone else during the drive, so that bit of reprieve is given, but she still wants to see her best friend in person.

Once she arrives, she cuts through the people and catches up to Allison, placing her hands on her shoulders just to make sure she's solid and whole.]

Don't do that again.

( William isn't a hunter, he doesn't understand the intricacies and multiple meanings of a hunter's funeral. He doesn't think Monroe deserves a hunter's funeral.

He knows there are other dead men and women Cooper fought alongside. That, he respects. He keeps his thoughts to himself, kisses his boyfriend's knuckles and sends him on his way.

Charred remains aren't William's choice of scents. If he has a choice of scents. Team Arrow does surprise the nose

What he spends his time doing is cleaning up city-wide camera footage of Tamara Monroe. Nobody needs to be on the trail of that sociopath. From what Cooper described, she practically made Allison kill her. The city seems to have fortified itself, thanks municipal IT guy, so he does his best (9).

Looking up from his computer, he shuts it down. )

Take your time. Cooper's with his father and - the bachelor.

( The weird dynamic at the morgue is easy to set aside. He trusts Cooper, he just doesn't know what to think of the vampire formerly known as a hunter. )

I did what I could with Monroe's presence on the cameras, but someone reinforced their firewall. I could take a few days, but... other than her parents, I don't think I found any loose ends that could catch us - or Allison.

( Josh only needs some minor convincing in getting his husband to take an extended stay in the bayou. After packing his things and promising to make breakfast this time, he heads to Davina's to check in on her, bag slung over his shoulder, a hug ready to go as soon as she opens the door. )

You too.

( His chin fits comfortably on her head as he steps back. )

Close call there.

( Derek helps salvage one of the burned down cabins. Climbing out of the rubble, he wipes his hands on his pants and he gets a sister hug. He rests a hand on her back. )

I'll try for the ten year streak I had going. I heard Allison and Malia faked their deaths. ( He looks down. ) You okay?

( Allison has since, sort of slept, changed, and built up her courage in looking herself in the mirror. Monroe gave her no choice. She doesn't need to tell herself that, but still she reminds her reflection that Monroe asked for it. If not for the ten years of danger, the fight she wouldn't back down from.

Coming downstairs in the small historical hotel she found on short notice with a late check-in, she has her hair pulled into a messy pony tail. Hoping for a continental breakfast, she starts her journey toward the coffee smell.

Scott gives her a ride to the bayou, and after a tearful embrace of their own, she tries to help where she can, too.

Instinctually, she feels it before it happens. Lydia's here. She turns back with enough time to take the hug and not get surprised by it. )

I promise I will loop you in the next time I need to fake my death.

( With Klaus and Cami securing the dark objects and bringing them to St. Anne's, Elijah and Bela beat them back to the Abattoir. Elijah asks if she could do with a stiff drink. Knowing he, too, could do with one in anticipating the family reunion, he knows someone is already inside, the small taps from her phone reverberating.

Perhaps they've beaten them here after all.

He's not expecting a woman he's never met. Not fazed, he moves to the mantle and pours one, then two drinks. He regards the slim, young woman next. )

Would you like a drink?

( She appreciates the worry, really she does. But she had things handled. She escaped. She wasn't harmed. Just captured. She'll be more careful next time.

She half-swats her away, leaning back. She brings another hand in front of her. )

I wasn't hurt.

( Cool it. )

We had tea.

More like three more for the pyre.

[He nods towards the trunk of the SUV where Monroe and her two bodyguards are wrapped in blankets and probably seeping blood all over everything, but nothing a deep clean can't fix.]

Figured it would make sense to burn them all together.

Mickey's not so bad.

[For a hunter. And a vampire.

She fishes out some clean clothes before stepping into the bathroom, closing the door and washing up so that the by the time she emerges she's one hundred percent less blood covered and looking much more like a respectable human.]

But good. I think given everything, Allison's been through enough.

Yeah. Haven't had one that close in a while.

[And she doesn't want to have one for a good long while after, but given that it is New Orleans, there's only so much longer the peace is going to last.]

But looks like we all made it out okay, so that's what matters.

That's all I ask.

[She pulls back with a sigh, looking at her best friend and hoping that there's never a day where one of these close calls is for real. She knows the odds aren't high - she's a death omen, and the fear that she may outlive all of her loved ones is a real one, but for now, everyone is okay.]

I'm so glad you're okay.

[Is Cora okay? No probably not. Malia was dead until she wasn't, Derek was kidnapped, and Stiles is playing hot and cold in a way that doesn't have her knowing what to think. But that last one is probably safer off Derek's radar, at least for now.]

I'll be fine.

[Which straddles yes and no quite nicely.]

Are you?

[Bela raises an eyebrow curiously, letting Elijah do the talking as she takes her drink from him.

Kieran, on the other hand, looks up from her phone at the question and shakes her head.]

Oh. No thank you.

[Interacts with her meds, which is a bummer, but she's trying to prolong her life here. But after that, she goes back to her phone.]

You had tea.

[Fine, if you won't let her be concerned, she'll be annoyed instead.]

And what, she dosed you with something?

( Dean narrows his eyes, coming around the truck bed and taking a look. )

That's -

( He lets go of the corner of the blanket and it drops unceremoniously. )

Add her to the pyre.

Yeah. Just in high school.

( People talk. Hands on his knees, he stands from the small table in his hotel room. )

You helped free the hostages, Davina is cataloguing the dark objects -- everyone's free.

Let's not do it again anytime soon.

( He can let go of the hug now, though. )

Everyone but a burning pile of hunters and the woman who started at all. Feels like a success to me. ( Something he should mention. ) Aiden convinced me to take a few days in the Bayou. I wanted to come by before going husband radio silent.

( Derek's (7) can't distinguish his sister's deadpan delivery from any real worry, but that makes him worry less. He's annoyed, too. )

I'm more worried about what's left here. It's going to take some rebuilding and resources the packs don't have.

( Somehow, he knows they'll pull it together. Mostly by working together. It's what he would do. It also reminded him a bit of when they were teens and their family home was burned to the ground. But, he's escaped that PTSD after finally moving out of the burned down wreckage. )

someone is on your side

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject