hey it's good to be back home again

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[It's been a while since Stefan has been back in Mystic Falls, but he wasn't going to miss the twins graduation. He knew that coming home was going to be complicated. He was bringing his girlfriend to meet people. He was bracing himself for Damon's judgement about him dating a vampire slayer the entire ride from the airport.

What he hadn't expected, was getting ambushed at a gas station while filling up his car by a hunter.

According to Damon, there haven't been hunters in Mystic Falls in years. They knew that the school would be a beacon, but they also took precautions for that to protect the kids. Most hunters understood that they were trying to reduce deaths, rather than concentrate them. This isn't to say that Mystic Falls is perfect, but they're doing better than they used to.

Stefan doesn't kill him. He's caught off guard enough that he doesn't immediately go for the kill, and Buffy catches the hunter off guard enough that the guy decides to retreat and regroup rather than push his luck against a slayer and a vampire. This isn't, unfortunately, before he manages to plug Stefan with a few wooden bullets. And those hurt like a mother.]

Gotta love coming home.

[He groans as he sinks back against the car, trying to keep an eye on their surroundings, before glancing down at the bleeding holes in his shirt.]

I liked this shirt.

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[attainathons]

( Buffy heard from minute one that Stefan's brother had changed, and Stefan had been the more famous brother, anyway. The Ripper of Monterey. She may have had a certain reaction to Stefan, too, touring what might have been a haunted castle. (It wasn't.) And it was less "Get out" and more, "Shut. Up." It's not like Stefan said anything.

Buffy has tangled with her fair share of vampires, yes, in that way, but she doesn't have a type, thanks. Remember Satsu? So, anti-type that she's not admitting she has. Types can be circumstantial, and Spike is her own thing she only speaks to her closest friends about. And barely at that.

Like it goes with Buffy, fighting on the same team and offering him a temporary position with them turned into late work nights and weeknights. Fighting turned to flirting. And there wasn't anything that Stefan held back. Buffy didn't have to adjust. It was an adult relationship. To simply put it, she feels like she's baking - but the baking is ongoing. Maybe she'll never be cookies. She's a work in progress.

And so is Stefan.

The months move quickly (the year?), that Buffy accepts the invitation to see his nieces graduate. She even promises to keep her slaying to a minimum. Strictly graveyard - and that's only if she needs to.

The flight is long, but she spends it on Stefan's shoulder. Or, she reads up on one of the ops currently going. She promised to keep work to a minimum. It doesn't count on the plane. She's only woken up one time from Willow's telepathic link to her and Xander. And to good news.

While Stefan gasses up the rental car, Buffy goes inside to pay. And then she grabs a magazine. And a candy bar. Oh and two bottles of water.

Coming around to the side pump again, she drops her bag when she sees Stefan in combat. The hunter tries to run off, but Buffy's there in a second, trading her own blows. At one point, she's hit, hard enough to knock her back a few steps. And that's when the hunter empties a clip into her boyfriend's chest.

The hunter rushes off and Buffy rushes to Stefan's side. )

I bought you this shirt.

( Not that it's the biggest concern she has. The way he seethes, she knows.

She lifts his shirt up, the blood soaking most of the front quickly. Yeah, this top's a goner. )

Hell of a welcome wagon. ( Delicately, she touches around Stefan's wounds. ) Did he use wooden bullets? Come on, you need to be on your back. We have to get those out. Right?

( She tries cradling him and helping him down to the ground. She's not the most versed in Stefan's magical vampire line (that's what Willow calls it, the line of vampires created by magic). While Willow draws her power from the Earth, the witches Stefan knows draw power from their ancestors, the Earth, conduits. She's still keeping up with the differences. )

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[Stefan nods with a grimace, because yes, those are definitely wooden bullets and yes, he agrees with her course of treatment. He stumbles forward, reaching for the handle on the back door to tug it open. Next comes rather ungracefully sprawling himself out on the backseat and tucking his legs in so that Buffy can close the door and perform amateur surgery on him without attracting any undue attention.

This will probably be fine and totally not hurt at all.]

Upside, he seemed to miss my heart entirely.

[attainathons]

( The only reason there's fumbling is because they were not planning for the amateur surgical pitstop. She helps him into the backseat, wincing as she climbs in behind him. )

Downside, I need to Google, what gets blood out of the backseat of the uninsured rental car.

( It's hard enough to explain. There might even be a dent in the side. She didn't check.

At her feet is her one giant travel tote bag filled with the books she never cracks (she chose trashy romance, surprise surprise) work folders, her laptop... and a small pocket that she pulls her second phone out of and starts to deposit the stray wood she collects.

Any time she has to dig in, she does give an apologetic, "Sorry!" But, they've both been through worse pain. )

Good thing is, I think he was trying to make his great escape, not aiming for anything heart-adjacent. He still made a mess.

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Money. Don't worry, we can afford it.

[Or rather, he can afford it because when you're 165 years old, you learn how to max out your retirement.]

We can clean up the mess later just ... get it out, please?

[attainathons]

( Stefan, it's not about worrying for money, but, yeah, sometimes the practical things do come up. Between his deep pockets and her organizations, they'll be more than fine. )

It's the last one.

( She might retire or dry clean the tote bag, but it's not like she didn't just buy it for the first leisurely vacation she'd taken in awhile.

Looking up, her mouth forms an o-sound as she fishes the last wooden bullet and drops it into the little pouch of her bag. )

There. I think that's all of them. ( But, also, it's about what's happening inside his body. ) Is it?

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[He nods as he moves to sit up, testing his limbs and twisting his torso to make sure.]

Yeah, that's all of them. Reminded me how much I hate getting shot.

[He then turns to look at her.]

You okay?

[attainathons]

More worried about you. The human being who shot you and tried to take me on? Made tracks.

( Nothing she couldn't handle. )

I'd say let's move the car so you can change, but, should we just go straight to Mystic Falls.

( As if on cue, Stefan's phone goes off in his pocket with a FaceTime request from his favorite brother. Maybe he's psychic. Maybe between the traffic, the pitstop, and the sudden melee Stefan is late.

Or, maybe Damon is impatient. Either way. Ring, ring, Brother. )

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[Stefan picks up his phone and groans, his head flopping back against the window.]

It's like he has ESP sometimes.

[But he will swing his legs around, giving Buffy the opportunity to get out of frame before he opens his phone.]

Hello, brother.

[Totally going to steal your line there. Please don't mind the blood, he's doing his best to keep it out of view.]

[unforgivably]

Not a vampire power I remember.

( Save for Drusilla, who, was too crazy to call it ESP. As he shifts, Buffy scoots back.

When Stefan answers, he'll see his brother in the back office of the Mystic Grill. Clearly, he's now decided to do paperwork. )

You know, I only volunteered to look over the expense reports because I thought I'd be interrupted. Halfway through. ( Looking up, then, he squints. ) Are you in the backseat? Am I interrupting?

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No. That honor goes to the hunter who tried to jump me when I stopped for gas.

[So that gives you the idea of the evening he's been having.]

We're not far out, but I think we might just head right to the house. Probably wouldn't look good if your brother wandered in covered in his own blood.

[unforgivably]

( Those reading glasses he wears for show, he sets those down on the desk and slides forward on the chair. )

I'll meet you there, then. ( But, they should go over. ) Activated hunter? Or, run-of-the-mill. On a scale of Ric to Connor.

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Their weapon of choice was wooden bullets so I'm going to say closer to Ric.

[He grimaces, before glancing over to Buffy who actually physically tangled with him.]

He didn't seem Slayer strong to you, did he?

[unforgivably]

Slayer-what? To who?

( She has nothing to hide. )

Not Slayer-strong. No Wheaties were had before he tried making his mood.

( Damon leans in. )

Stefan. Why don't you use your average-sized arms to hold that phone of yours out farther, so we include everybody in the call.

( This must be the girlfriend. )

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[Stefan smirks at his brother, before doing as requested and pulling the phone back so that Damon can see the friendly blond.]

Damon, this is Buffy. Buffy, Damon.

[unforgivably]

It's nice to meet you, finally. I've heard almost everything about you.

( As affable as she is, there's just that wrinkle above her eyebrow that chafes. Yeah, he can't blame his brother. He put him through it. They both worked for the devil. Whatever.

He slaps on a very, very polite, thin, smile. )

Buffy, the - Slayer. Buffy Summers.

Uhuh.

( It's almost a challenge. )

And we know this hunter was after... you and not after the overpowered conduit of kidnapping African bachelors.

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Given that he ran off when Buffy made her presence known, I'm gonna say that yeah. I was the target.

[And he sighs because the drying blood is really starting to itch.]

Look, can we talk about this face to face? We still got a long way to drive and I need a new shirt.

[unforgivably]

Go ahead. Strip down at the gas station. Do the Magic Mike with hot oil, not gasoline. That might end better. For both of you.

( Well, Stefan hadn't exaggerated about his brother. )

Also be safe. Did you get a name or an alias, or do we have an unidentified hunter running around now?

a call | to elena gilbert

[unforgivably]

( The busy doctor gets a voicemail. )

Stefan and his new girlfriend, Buffy were attacked at a gas station. I'm meeting them at the house. I still haven't memorized your schedule, I should apologize, but instead, I'm just going to tell you, call when you get this. You know where we'll be.

[braveandstupid]

[The busy doctor is still busy, and when she finally gets a chance to check that voicemail, she can't call back but she does want to check in, soooo:]

Is Stefan okay?

[#priorities. Give her a minute, and then she'll be helpful.]

[unforgivably]

( By the time Damon gets this, we'll say he's with Stefan and Buffy. Or, they're upstairs, settling in, discussing the conversation that will have to happen. Like, what is his brother thinking. If he wanted to date a vampire hunter then he could've talked Alaric and Jo into a trio. Stefan is reasonably attractive, even with his hero hair. )

All's well, as the saying goes. Here's here. Hunter used wooden bullets, though.

[braveandstupid]

What's the status of the hunter? Any injuries?

[Not because she particularly cares for the hunter's well-being but because if he's bad enough that he needed to go to the hospital, maybe she can find him here.]

[unforgivably]

Sounds like Buffy roughed him up, but it was more about shooting Stefan. You go to Europe, but the Marcia Brady problems never go away.

Best I could tell, an arm or leg thing. Buffy's strong.

Buffy's a slayer.

[braveandstupid]

[Elena is just going to delicately leap over that comment about what Buffy is because ... she might already know.]

I'll keep an eye out, see if they wind up at the hospital.
I've got a few hours left on my shift but I can come by the house after.

[unforgivably]

Male, mid-twenties. Scruff.
Come by. We're celebrating Stefan not dying with a forty year old scotch.

[braveandstupid]

Sounds like fun. I'll text you when I'm on my way over.

[Which she will. It'll be into late evening at this point, and she's tired in a way she feels more than usual, but she does want to see Stefan and get to the bottom of this hunter business. So she wanders over to the Salvatore House, and knocks on the door.

A few minutes later, the door opens, and Stefan flashes her a smile.

"Took you long enough," he says as he pulls her into a warm hug.]

Hey you. I thought we were trying to make less dramatic entrances when we came back into town.

[She then pulls back with a smile.]

And not all of us can be nomadic immortals with a hundred and fifty year retirement fund. Some of us have to work for a living.