[After a long weekend in Battle Creek, Dean puts Elena on a plane back to Lebanon, so she can get back to work. She still worries, leaving him alone to stew in his own thoughts, but she'll call to check in when she can and hopefully things won't go too pear shaped.
After receiving a text from her father that he's here to pick her up, she starts to wind her way out of the airport. Before she reaches the door, however, her phone buzzes and she immediately answers when she sees Damon's name on the caller ID.]
Damon, hey.
[She steps off to the side, away from the flow of people, so that she can take the call but not hold up traffic.]
( Damon Salvatore may say he's working on himself. He may tell the villain of the week that he's growing as a person - or trying to - but at the end of the day, Damon Salvatore will always be Damon Salvatore. And if he ever admitted it to himself, other adjectives will always follow his name: unlovable, undeserving, selfish, violent, murderer. Is he those things or did he embrace those things. Does he use himself as the excuse?
Wes wasn't there, so, he can't speak to why Damon did what he did. Why he desiccated for years. He didn't live in Damon's shoes. He remembers Elena's proposal so clearly. He remembers sitting on the old porch swing. He remembers keeping watch outside of Caroline's cell. He remembers every moment he and Elena clawed back what they were to one another before all the compulsion stripped away. He remembers her waking up and visiting Matt's grace and walking away one big "happy," family.
And he remembers everything else. A few good weeks. Elena putting on a brave face. Thinking he was being there for her. He remembers shutting someday down because of his own insecurities.
Elena, the vampire, loved Damon, the vampire. But, Elena, the human, didn't belong with him. And it broke them again.
And he spent years burying it. And buying the Mystic Grill - what the fuck. That was their shared dream, Elena in med school and Damon owning the bar - living above it. He's been chasing that "dream" ever since except one factor would never materialize. He made jokes and his brother moved away and moved on and Elena moved away and moved on and Damon -- )
Everyone not on the boat. It's done. Two more supremes are now with the ancestors. Or, maybe they're in Cade's hell. Or, some oblivion we haven't discovered yet.
( He's stalling. )
I'm calling because I'm leaving town. Home. Sold The Mystic Grille and everything.
[Good riddance is what she wants to say regarding the witches involved, but when he moves on to the next thing, the statement dies on her lips, and she can't help but blink in surprise.]
Oh, wow.
[There's an odd stirring of feelings in her chest, with another person leaving home and putting it behind them. It's caught quickly by the statement that she also has left home in a more or less permanent fashion. Why should Damon tether himself there if he doesn't want to be there?]
Am I excited about it. I'm - ready to put it behind me. Finally. ( Maybe. ) You should know you drove me to the brink of insanity. Well, an argument could be made all my own decisions drove me to the brink of insanity, but I feel better when I have you to blame. ( He doesn't mean it, he hopes that it's clear. His glib nature. Remember, she's brave and stupid, he's glib and arrogant. ) I'm going to start therapy.
[Even if she does hear the glibness, she can't help that part of her gut twists at the words all the same. At the pressure that comes with being this pillar of goodness that these vampires cling to. She cares about Damon, she probably always will, but what they had isn't really sustainable.
But that last sentence hits her like a gut punch.]
Really?
[Part of her reacts with disbelief, unsure what to make of this ... suddenly healthy life choice.]
Ben looks up from his burger at Helene, his friend behind the bar, and he frowns, before glancing back over his shoulder to follow her eye line. When he sees her looking at Dean, who seems to have wandered in off the street, he shakes his head.]
Don't waste your time. He's taken.
[Helene smirks before reaching to dry another glass. "What, you already try?" Ben's head snaps up and he looks at her, absolutely horrified. Helene frowns, confused. "What? I know he's older but he's still hot."
He huffs out a sigh.]
He's my dad, Hel.
["What, no shit? Like your dad dad? Her head tips to the side, like she wants to question that further, but Dean must be making his approach because she immediately shifts gears with a smile. "Hey there! What can I get you?"]
( Lisa (and especially Rudy) tell him to give Ben time. Outside, by the valet, Rudy reiterates that just being here, staying means something. It doesn't take away that he has a lot to make up for, and that it's possible the decisions he made could mean that Ben doesn't want a relationship with him at all. But, at least, he's making the effort. And all he can do is: be there when the time comes. Rudy hints that the time will come.
But he doesn't go into anything else further.
Dean spends the next few days talking - and sometimes not talking - and sometimes reading. He washes Baby top to bottom, jokingly buys Elena a bikini to help him - sprays her with the hose - finds his fun but deep down he's in his own head. He feels like that kid in pain that doesn't deserve anything. That isn't worth it. He lets everyone down. Lets his brother down, tears his girlfriend away from her dead parents. He knows now, years later, he's not that kid, but the intrusive thoughts eat away at him.
He lies to Elena that they aren't. Tells her he'll be fine. He'll think like Rudy. And maybe he'll watch Rudy. (The film.)
He promises to update her. And he tells her to update him. Call him any time. On breaks. Bored. Can't sleep. Wink. Even that wink is half-hearted.
Elena reminds him of two very important words: hope and forgiveness.
He thinks the most about Ben's life, about his childhood, and growing up with a missing puzzle piece - like his time in the Djinn world - or the corporate world. He ain't a Djinn or Zachariah, but he kind of did his son dirty like they did. Set him up with not enough information and sent him out into the world. He's got a lot pent up and he can't blame the kid.
He signs up for a gym membership for a week on a whim. He goes once and remembers why he hates gyms. His brother's the freak that would do that. Maybe he's just trying to put down roots. Look. See. I paid for this. It's monthly.
One of the days, he wanders into a random bar within walking distance. (There's always a bar within walking distance when you're Dean Winchester.) He takes a look around, getting a lay of the land before he spots him. He speaks under his breath, first. )
Ben.
( He knows the kid lives in the same town - but, what are the odds. He's a deer in headlights for a second so he misses their exchange completely, but endeavors to try something, approaching the bar - and, consequently, the son who hasn't used his number all week. )
Uh - whatever you got on tap. And another for - ( Ben. "My son." Him. Does he even want another? ) Can she top you off?
[It's more a teasing jab in Helene's direction, to which she responds with a cheerful "Fuck off" before going to fetch and refill the drinks. Ben's is a ginger ale, not a beer, but he briefly contemplates switching if Dean's going to want to stay and chat, but that isn't a good thought process to start this with either.
He pops another fry in his mouth to stall actual talking, and after some contemplative chewing decides to go with the least personal statement but also still a bit of a jab:]
( He sees Ben's drinking something with ice - slightly off-color. Either a double something with redbull (kids), or maybe it's nonalcoholic. Yep, she squirts his refill from the gun before the bartender chick pulls his beer.
Time passes. It's awkward. He reminds himself it's gonna be awkward. )
And you're here. Your life didn't fully cave in. ( Enough so that he's isolating himself, staying at his mom's. He doesn't know. It's empty snark Ben might deserve but Dean is still the offender. He holds a hand up, to try and tee up a better response as an apology, without actually apologizing. ) When I said I would stay, I meant it. I know there's a lot I'm gonna have to walk back - but that's not one.
( Dean pulls out his wallet and retrieves a twenty-dollar bill, setting it down on the bar.
Taking his beer, he decides to get acquainted with the empty pool table. Putting the beer on one of the high tops, he runs a hand along the metal. )
[Because he has a feeling this is going to be a conversation, and Helene is nosy as hell. So he'll grab what's left of his burger and his drink before moving towards the tables with a sigh.]
Let's take the back one.
[In the meantime, if they're going to be leaving Helene unsupervised, she's going to sneak her phone under the bar and send a quick text to Dickerson: wtf some smoke show walked into the bar and ben says he's his DAD?! like his bio dad?
[The table is perfectly set to match his mother's finicky manners. The food is sitting in the oven. The wine is decanting. All that is missing is three quarters of the guests, who said that they could absolutely uber themselves over to Wes' apartment from their hotel.
They do not force themselves upon Wes' apartment. Scarlett can never resist a fancy hotel.
After ensuring that everything is in place and dressed significantly nicer than he has for most of their dates, he glances over at Mickey with a small smile.]
I say this not because I don't want you to meet them but more because I know they can be a lot: last chance to have a sudden emergency you need to attend to.
( He could get used to his boyfriend dressing significantly nicer, but, he takes Wes how he can get him. Tired after a long flight and a surprise explosion, just off a long shift, or a surprise drop-in with a bottle of something and the promise of something else to stream. And sometimes just sleep. Or time. Or coffee. Or a walk. He tried stargazing one night on the roof, that got old - but dirty, so it improved significantly.
Either way he slices it, he still gets a boyfriend - and, he lets himself have a boyfriend. That's new. )
My parents are from the South, too. ( A different South. Texas, South. ) And, if they tracked me down, barged in on my life and insisted on meeting you, I'd give you the out, too. But my out comes with more baggage of - not being out. It's outtage. ( He smiles. See he's fine. He puts a hand on his chest, coming around the chairs to join his boyfriend. ) I'm not nervous. Parents like me. I have Southern charm. Was raised right. ( Resting a hand on one of the chairs. ) It's the army and Klaus Mikaelson that really made me an animal. ( Joke. Turning, his second hand rests on top of the chair, the "joke," continuing. ) Well. I'm still a guy. But, I'm a guy you want them to meet. You take it serious, I take it serious.
[Before he can respond, his door buzzes and he exhales his deep breath, before stepping back and nodding.]
Alright, well. Brace for impact.
[He moves back to the door and opens it with a wide smile, relaxing when he sees it's Melanie first.]
Hey Mel.
["Wes, lovely to see you again." He steps back to let her in and she scans the room, taking it in. "Oh, I do love the place. It has such character." From Melanie that's a compliment. From Scarlett, not so much.
Then her eyes land back on Mickey and she smiles. "And you must be Mickey. Melanie Hamilton." She steps closer and extends her hand to shake his.]
( He even mimes the gesture, before staying by the chair. He moves his one hand off, then on, turns fully and then makes his way closer. Maybe he's a little nervous.
in one of the most random, he rolls a natural 20 for recognition with melanie's full name. his sister and mother loved the classics - and he watched it with everyone in Mystic Falls, waxing nostalgic in the weeks before his capture.
except, he has no reason to equate her with the character, so he first chalks it up as a coincidence as he accepts her hand, giving it a firm shake. it's just on brand that his life has these coincidences. )
I am. Jay Michael Adler. But, please, call me Mickey. Everyone does. ( Gatsby's in his past. ) You guys came a long way?
( This is Aunt Melanie, then. The only name that's been mentioned to him. )
Which may seem like a long way, but I once too a week long steamer trip to get to France and that was just the ship portion of the trip. Before that I was taking a several day-long train ride to New York from Dallas. The modern airplane is a godsend for travel.
[Losing two of her residents to points unknown has caused the expecting staffing issues you would expect, but she doesn't begrudge either Elena or Ezra their exits. Elena seems actually happy and not just floating through the motions in Mystic Falls because it's where it feels safe and Ezra?
Well, Ezra has much bigger fish to fry than a career in medicine.
As a result, however, she's spending a lot more time on the floor, and needing to barricade herself in her office to manage all the paperwork. This is one of those times, and she's made a lot of good progress on her stack of case notes, resident schedules and who knows what else doctors do when she hears a knock on her door. She glances up to tell said person to go away, but when she sees who it is, she blinks in surprise.]
( He "intrudes" on Elena's dream, but it's safest for them both, and he owes her after everything. Apologies now between them, it feels sincere from both sides. His goal, now, is to fortify. If he's staying to the bitter end until he's dragged back into Hell, then he's going to make a difference. Stack the deck. Tilt the board.
He thinks better of surprising her dramatically. Though, he does think about waiting by her car - or letting himself into her office - he thinks he still has the keys - but, this is important. And he doesn't need the drama to supersede the importance. So, paranoid, he sticks to stealth (16) as he moves through his old workplace and, politely, knocks.
Closing the door behind him, he draws the blinds just in case, turning back. )
Hey, Jo. I owe you a belated apology. That's first. ( Elena and him hashed it out, but not him and his former administrator. It's been months since he's seen her in person. ) And, I'm here to set things right.
[Jo watches as he moves through the room, concealing his appearance and things must be much worse than she initially thought from the reports, but she follows him through the room and frowns.]
Okay. You want to sit?
[It might be better if they're both sitting, and there is a chair in front of her desk.]
( He sits, as she suggests, waiting for her to sit in her chair before rattling off a quick spell with the flick of his wrist. )
Obsurdo. ( Effectively deafening the sound of their voices to outsiders, both physical or magical. Letting that settle around them, he leans forward. ) I don't know if Elena's kept you up to date, but David and I mounted a coordinated attack on the elders in the Colony. We're working in tandem with the other heirs.
[The nice thing about being injured in an airport is that everyone goes out of their way to help you. They put you in a wheel chair to get you to where you need to go, so Dawn spends most of the time chatting with a nice airport worker as they take her from the gate, to baggage claim, to the exit where Jeremy is waiting for her.
It feels good to be together, even if everything is new and she is slightly less mobile than she was before. She'll get better, eventually.
However when they get to the bunker and she sees the stairs, she's starting to regret not taking the vampire blood option when she had the chance.
One hand on the bannister, she passes Jeremy her crutches, before reaching out a hand for his shoulder.]
Fingers crossed I don't wipe out before we hit the ground floor?
[It is none of the Gilberts - in fact, it's Sam that gets there first, mostly because he has long legs and probably was using the main desk for research. "Hi, I'm Sam. Do you guys need a hand?"
Dawn glances over their assorted things and then back at Jeremy.]
Hi. Dawn. You could take the crutches or the luggage?
Whatever, man, I'll be back up to help, too. How was Thanksgiving?
( Jeremy likes Sam in a, you're kind of like a brother-in-law, and a fellow hunter, respectful you don't eat like a jackass way. Also, he lent Jeremy clothes. That went a long way. )
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AFTERMATH: THE NEXT WEEK
elena & damon | lebanon/new orleans
After receiving a text from her father that he's here to pick her up, she starts to wind her way out of the airport. Before she reaches the door, however, her phone buzzes and she immediately answers when she sees Damon's name on the caller ID.]
Damon, hey.
[She steps off to the side, away from the flow of people, so that she can take the call but not hold up traffic.]
How'd things go on the boat? Is everyone okay?
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Wes wasn't there, so, he can't speak to why Damon did what he did. Why he desiccated for years. He didn't live in Damon's shoes. He remembers Elena's proposal so clearly. He remembers sitting on the old porch swing. He remembers keeping watch outside of Caroline's cell. He remembers every moment he and Elena clawed back what they were to one another before all the compulsion stripped away. He remembers her waking up and visiting Matt's grace and walking away one big "happy," family.
And he remembers everything else. A few good weeks. Elena putting on a brave face. Thinking he was being there for her. He remembers shutting someday down because of his own insecurities.
Elena, the vampire, loved Damon, the vampire. But, Elena, the human, didn't belong with him. And it broke them again.
And he spent years burying it. And buying the Mystic Grill - what the fuck. That was their shared dream, Elena in med school and Damon owning the bar - living above it. He's been chasing that "dream" ever since except one factor would never materialize. He made jokes and his brother moved away and moved on and Elena moved away and moved on and Damon -- )
Everyone not on the boat. It's done. Two more supremes are now with the ancestors. Or, maybe they're in Cade's hell. Or, some oblivion we haven't discovered yet.
( He's stalling. )
I'm calling because I'm leaving town. Home. Sold The Mystic Grille and everything.
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Oh, wow.
[There's an odd stirring of feelings in her chest, with another person leaving home and putting it behind them. It's caught quickly by the statement that she also has left home in a more or less permanent fashion. Why should Damon tether himself there if he doesn't want to be there?]
That's good? You're excited about it?
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But that last sentence hits her like a gut punch.]
Really?
[Part of her reacts with disbelief, unsure what to make of this ... suddenly healthy life choice.]
That's ... really good, Damon. I hope it helps.
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ben & dean | battle creek
Ben looks up from his burger at Helene, his friend behind the bar, and he frowns, before glancing back over his shoulder to follow her eye line. When he sees her looking at Dean, who seems to have wandered in off the street, he shakes his head.]
Don't waste your time. He's taken.
[Helene smirks before reaching to dry another glass. "What, you already try?" Ben's head snaps up and he looks at her, absolutely horrified. Helene frowns, confused. "What? I know he's older but he's still hot."
He huffs out a sigh.]
He's my dad, Hel.
["What, no shit? Like your dad dad? Her head tips to the side, like she wants to question that further, but Dean must be making his approach because she immediately shifts gears with a smile. "Hey there! What can I get you?"]
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But he doesn't go into anything else further.
Dean spends the next few days talking - and sometimes not talking - and sometimes reading. He washes Baby top to bottom, jokingly buys Elena a bikini to help him - sprays her with the hose - finds his fun but deep down he's in his own head. He feels like that kid in pain that doesn't deserve anything. That isn't worth it. He lets everyone down. Lets his brother down, tears his girlfriend away from her dead parents. He knows now, years later, he's not that kid, but the intrusive thoughts eat away at him.
He lies to Elena that they aren't. Tells her he'll be fine. He'll think like Rudy. And maybe he'll watch Rudy. (The film.)
He promises to update her. And he tells her to update him. Call him any time. On breaks. Bored. Can't sleep. Wink. Even that wink is half-hearted.
Elena reminds him of two very important words: hope and forgiveness.
He thinks the most about Ben's life, about his childhood, and growing up with a missing puzzle piece - like his time in the Djinn world - or the corporate world. He ain't a Djinn or Zachariah, but he kind of did his son dirty like they did. Set him up with not enough information and sent him out into the world. He's got a lot pent up and he can't blame the kid.
He signs up for a gym membership for a week on a whim. He goes once and remembers why he hates gyms. His brother's the freak that would do that. Maybe he's just trying to put down roots. Look. See. I paid for this. It's monthly.
One of the days, he wanders into a random bar within walking distance. (There's always a bar within walking distance when you're Dean Winchester.) He takes a look around, getting a lay of the land before he spots him. He speaks under his breath, first. )
Ben.
( He knows the kid lives in the same town - but, what are the odds. He's a deer in headlights for a second so he misses their exchange completely, but endeavors to try something, approaching the bar - and, consequently, the son who hasn't used his number all week. )
Uh - whatever you got on tap. And another for - ( Ben. "My son." Him. Does he even want another? ) Can she top you off?
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[It's more a teasing jab in Helene's direction, to which she responds with a cheerful "Fuck off" before going to fetch and refill the drinks. Ben's is a ginger ale, not a beer, but he briefly contemplates switching if Dean's going to want to stay and chat, but that isn't a good thought process to start this with either.
He pops another fry in his mouth to stall actual talking, and after some contemplative chewing decides to go with the least personal statement but also still a bit of a jab:]
So you're still here.
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Time passes. It's awkward. He reminds himself it's gonna be awkward. )
And you're here. Your life didn't fully cave in. ( Enough so that he's isolating himself, staying at his mom's. He doesn't know. It's empty snark Ben might deserve but Dean is still the offender. He holds a hand up, to try and tee up a better response as an apology, without actually apologizing. ) When I said I would stay, I meant it. I know there's a lot I'm gonna have to walk back - but that's not one.
( Dean pulls out his wallet and retrieves a twenty-dollar bill, setting it down on the bar.
Taking his beer, he decides to get acquainted with the empty pool table. Putting the beer on one of the high tops, he runs a hand along the metal. )
You play?
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[Because he has a feeling this is going to be a conversation, and Helene is nosy as hell. So he'll grab what's left of his burger and his drink before moving towards the tables with a sigh.]
Let's take the back one.
[In the meantime, if they're going to be leaving Helene unsupervised, she's going to sneak her phone under the bar and send a quick text to Dickerson: wtf some smoke show walked into the bar and ben says he's his DAD?! like his bio dad?
Please give her the deets.]
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wes, mickey, scarlett, rhett & melanie | star city
They do not force themselves upon Wes' apartment. Scarlett can never resist a fancy hotel.
After ensuring that everything is in place and dressed significantly nicer than he has for most of their dates, he glances over at Mickey with a small smile.]
I say this not because I don't want you to meet them but more because I know they can be a lot: last chance to have a sudden emergency you need to attend to.
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Either way he slices it, he still gets a boyfriend - and, he lets himself have a boyfriend. That's new. )
My parents are from the South, too. ( A different South. Texas, South. ) And, if they tracked me down, barged in on my life and insisted on meeting you, I'd give you the out, too. But my out comes with more baggage of - not being out. It's outtage. ( He smiles. See he's fine. He puts a hand on his chest, coming around the chairs to join his boyfriend. ) I'm not nervous. Parents like me. I have Southern charm. Was raised right. ( Resting a hand on one of the chairs. ) It's the army and Klaus Mikaelson that really made me an animal. ( Joke. Turning, his second hand rests on top of the chair, the "joke," continuing. ) Well. I'm still a guy. But, I'm a guy you want them to meet. You take it serious, I take it serious.
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Alright, well. Brace for impact.
[He moves back to the door and opens it with a wide smile, relaxing when he sees it's Melanie first.]
Hey Mel.
["Wes, lovely to see you again." He steps back to let her in and she scans the room, taking it in. "Oh, I do love the place. It has such character." From Melanie that's a compliment. From Scarlett, not so much.
Then her eyes land back on Mickey and she smiles. "And you must be Mickey. Melanie Hamilton." She steps closer and extends her hand to shake his.]
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( He even mimes the gesture, before staying by the chair. He moves his one hand off, then on, turns fully and then makes his way closer. Maybe he's a little nervous.
in one of the most random, he rolls a natural 20 for recognition with melanie's full name. his sister and mother loved the classics - and he watched it with everyone in Mystic Falls, waxing nostalgic in the weeks before his capture.
except, he has no reason to equate her with the character, so he first chalks it up as a coincidence as he accepts her hand, giving it a firm shake. it's just on brand that his life has these coincidences. )
I am. Jay Michael Adler. But, please, call me Mickey. Everyone does. ( Gatsby's in his past. ) You guys came a long way?
( This is Aunt Melanie, then. The only name that's been mentioned to him. )
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[She pauses.]
Which may seem like a long way, but I once too a week long steamer trip to get to France and that was just the ship portion of the trip. Before that I was taking a several day-long train ride to New York from Dallas. The modern airplane is a godsend for travel.
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jo & ezra | mystic falls
Well, Ezra has much bigger fish to fry than a career in medicine.
As a result, however, she's spending a lot more time on the floor, and needing to barricade herself in her office to manage all the paperwork. This is one of those times, and she's made a lot of good progress on her stack of case notes, resident schedules and who knows what else doctors do when she hears a knock on her door. She glances up to tell said person to go away, but when she sees who it is, she blinks in surprise.]
Oh. Uh, hi. What are you doing here?
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He thinks better of surprising her dramatically. Though, he does think about waiting by her car - or letting himself into her office - he thinks he still has the keys - but, this is important. And he doesn't need the drama to supersede the importance. So, paranoid, he sticks to stealth (16) as he moves through his old workplace and, politely, knocks.
Closing the door behind him, he draws the blinds just in case, turning back. )
Hey, Jo. I owe you a belated apology. That's first. ( Elena and him hashed it out, but not him and his former administrator. It's been months since he's seen her in person. ) And, I'm here to set things right.
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Okay. You want to sit?
[It might be better if they're both sitting, and there is a chair in front of her desk.]
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Obsurdo. ( Effectively deafening the sound of their voices to outsiders, both physical or magical. Letting that settle around them, he leans forward. ) I don't know if Elena's kept you up to date, but David and I mounted a coordinated attack on the elders in the Colony. We're working in tandem with the other heirs.
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[And family, for that matter.]
In fact, I hear some friends of yours got into a bit of a tussle with my sister.
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dawn & the gilberts | lebanon
It feels good to be together, even if everything is new and she is slightly less mobile than she was before. She'll get better, eventually.
However when they get to the bunker and she sees the stairs, she's starting to regret not taking the vampire blood option when she had the chance.
One hand on the bannister, she passes Jeremy her crutches, before reaching out a hand for his shoulder.]
Fingers crossed I don't wipe out before we hit the ground floor?
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( He also won't let that happen. Hunter strength, remember? Ancient legacy. He takes it slow, one step at a time. )
Elena, mom, dad, we're here!
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Dawn glances over their assorted things and then back at Jeremy.]
Hi. Dawn. You could take the crutches or the luggage?
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( Jeremy likes Sam in a, you're kind of like a brother-in-law, and a fellow hunter, respectful you don't eat like a jackass way. Also, he lent Jeremy clothes. That went a long way. )
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