i'm leaving you my last curse

[bravebartender]

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[founderscouncil]

( They did ask Dean for it, first thing. They planted some on the path along the river. They don't know how long they'll be here. )

We know. We don't blame her. Or you. Or, this. We know, despite it all, how lucky we are to have this chance.

[vampireboulevard]

I know. Just remember what I said. Full matching luggage set of survivor's guilt.

[She flashes them a smile, before her expression turns a little more pensive.]

I wish my mom could have been here. She really missed you guys.

[founderscouncil]

We're sorry she isn't.

( There is no polite way of asking, 'Was it vampires?' )

[vampireboulevard]

[Caroline nods, before providing, unprompted:]

It was cancer.

[Miranda almost slumps in relief for one of her friends dying a tragic but more normal death that doesn't require an entire explanation. "And Bill?"]

Stabbed! Also with supernatural shenanigans, but nothing that directly impacts Elena or Jeremy.

[Let's not put Ric on the wrong foot with Elena's parents. Especially when it wasn't really his fault.]

[founderscouncil]

Well, we're sorry about Bill, too.

( He wasn't a good man, but he was a man and he was her father. )

[vampireboulevard]

[Caroline nods, and she starts to get up before Miranda speaks up again. "How did Liz ... get past all of this?"

Caroline pauses, before shrugging.]

It wasn't immediate. She found out without me telling her and things got ... complicated. But we talked, and we kept talking, and she realized she loved me more than she hated vampires.

[Because that's really what it comes down to in the end.]

[founderscouncil]

( That feels like a familiar metaphor (19) that it seems to resonate in him. It doesn't change everything. But, he can see how Caroline being around (and dead) might be better than dead (and gone.) )

Okay. Is there...anything we can do to help with the Thanksgiving prep? Slyly pass by our -- lecture? Maybe start over?

[happiness_elude]

["Yes, I am good to start over. And we should probably go check on the turkey."

That is a good place to start.

Miranda steps away, however, which is probably for the best because she's useless in the kitchen anyway.]

I'm going to go check on Jeremy.

[Because he's been in that shower a long time.]

[barely]

( He's not in the shower, he's half-dressed with a provided robe, sitting on his bed and looking up flights to Scotland, timing it out. He wouldn't even make it in time... )

[happiness_elude]

Jer?

[Miranda knocks lightly on his door, not wanting to barge her way in but wanting to make sure he's okay all the same.]

You alright in there?

[barely]

( He pulls himself away from the computer and jumps off the bed, letting his mom in, before turning back and returning to the computer. )

I could take a plane to JFK and then fly into London before switching planes. I'd have to rent a car in Edinburgh.

[happiness_elude]

[Miranda slows her initial reaction, taking her time to close the door before making her way across the room to look at the flights over his shoulder. She doesn't want him to go, but she also knows that if were Grayson, buried under a castle full of rubble halfway around the world, she wouldn't want to sit still either.

She peers at the flight times, before resting her hands on his shoulders.]

I understand why you want to go. But that's fifteen hours on the plane alone.

[She lets that amount of time sink in before continuing.]

Maybe it would be best to wait, just a little while. Bonnie's been sending updates, and while she hasn't found Dawn yet, you don't want to be on a plane, unable to answer the phone when she does.

[barely]

( She's real. She's real and behind him and grounding him. He knows she's right, too. Fifteen hours on and off, and then he'll have to rent the car. )

No, I don't. I just feel so powerless.

( He hates that. )

[happiness_elude]

I know. Believe me, I know.

[It's a sensation she's becoming intimately familiar with in the face of her children and the lives they've led, the ones they're still leading. But this kind of comfort she can do.]

But do you trust Bonnie? Or this ... Stefan or Scarlett or whoever is there with her?

[barely]

Yeah, yeah I do. And, I'm worried about Buffy, too. Her sister. And everyone else there. The other slayers. They were all attacked through no fault of their own. Sometimes, I just - I hate the world.

( Even though he is one thing he also hates. Hunter. By blood and nature. )

[happiness_elude]

Me too.

[She rubs his shoulders gently as she moves around to look him in the eye.]

I'm sure Dawn will be fine. For all we know Bonnie's next update will be that they found her and she's safe. Don't give up hope yet.

[barely]

I haven't. I couldn't. But, that doesn't make the worrying any easier.

( Nothing could make this easier. )

[happiness_elude]

I don't think there's much of anything for that beyond a strong drink and a distraction.

[She offers him a small smile. Sure, maybe she shouldn't advocate for alcohol but her son is an adult now. He can have a drink.]

C'mon, get dressed. I think I've figured out where Dean hides the good booze.

[barely]

I could use a strong drink.

( That actually sounds nice. He drinks differently than he did as a teen. Smokes differently, too. He still smokes, but in moderation. )

OK.

( He slides off his bed to do just that, fishing out a wrinkled shirt - sorry, and pants. The robe's left on the ground.

He pulls shoes on. )

Find us some good booze.

[braveandstupid]

[And she does just that, finding a bottle of Johnny Walker Dean stashed away for a special occasion - her daughter will buy him a replacement. But soon everyone is gathered around the table, the turkey is carved, and while the group is anxious, they still have a lovely meal.

And as they're rounding the corner to dessert, Elena's phone rings again, and she glances down at the caller ID, before getting up to excuse herself.]

Bonnie?

[moralitypolice]

Stefan and Dawn and Damon are all okay. And the former sheriff and her husband. The O'Hara's, too. We did lose a few slayers. We're all on the way to the hospital. We're okay, Elena.

( She gets it all out at once. )

[braveandstupid]

Oh thank god.

[There's a relief that rolls through her, not just that all of her people are okay but that she doesn't have to comfort her brother through the process of grieving another partner. She hasn't been all that good at it in the past.]

I'm so glad you're all okay.

[moralitypolice]

( Jeremy walks up behind his sister.

"Is that Bonnie?" )

Is that, Jeremy? Tell him Dawn has a broken leg, but she was on her way to the hospital maybe, thirty minutes earlier. She's okay. Barely worse for the wear.

[braveandstupid]

[She nods in Jeremy's direction and switches the call to speaker so that Jeremy can hear most of it from Bonnie herself.]

That's so good to hear. If that's the case, I'm sure we'll hear from her soon. Are you headed back to London after this?

[moralitypolice]

That's yet to be determined, but, most likely. Danny needs me.

( Jeremy, relieved, holds his chest. Doesn't sink down to the ground. Or cry. He just leans up against the wall. )

We survived. The castle didn't.