everyonelives | but oh what a year

Fitting, for what he wanted to do. Bet he dug a grave and everything.

(Needed something with impact. )

How you feeling? You seem less... combative.

[It's a long stretch of silence as he tries to figure out how exactly to answer that question. How is he feeling? He is feeling.

Eventually, he manages to wrench out:]

He let me go.

Cade?

( He tests the bar strength as he asks the question, knows he needs Lindsay back.

Meanwhile, Beck pinches the bridge of his nose. "Graveyard where, Lindsey? And who?" )

[The bars do not budge much when he tugs on them, and they may have a little bit of a sizzle, almost as though dried vervain was mixed in with the iron.]

He said I was causing more problems than progress, and he had no more use for me.

[Stefan's voice still seems detached, distant. Like he's still processing.

Lindsay sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm gonna send you the coordinates of where I picked up Stefan. I think Damon said his name was Dorian. Black guy, young if "intern" is anything to go by."]

And he just let you go. Just like that. And... flipped you back. With a snap.

( Because he can tell. Damon does let go of the bars at the sizzle.

Beck rummages around. "Alive or dead, okay, I have a pencil." )

[Stefan nods, his eyes drifting away from his brother and staring back into the patch of sunlight again.]

How's Bonnie?

[Because he knows she's not okay, and he knows that she doesn't want to be anywhere near him, that he could apologize, but it wouldn't change anything. He's probably lost her forever as a friend.

Lindsay rambles off the address, and then sighs. "I'll stay here with the Salvatores. Let me know what you find."]

Devastated, but she helped find you.

( They've all been there, haven't they? Lexi, Andie.

"Do you need backup at the station?" )

[He nods slowly, tipping her head back against the wall. He'll have to find a way to apologize. There's no fixing it. And then he remembers that Enzo, once, was also his brother's best friend and he looks at Damon again.]

I'm sorry.

[Lindsay shakes her head before remembering that she's on the phone. "No, I'm okay. Worry about Dorian first and call me when you have an update."]

You don't owe me the sorry. I was also siren-whipped, devil-whipped - you know, all around whipped. Give her time. She'll figure herself out.

( And she may hate him less.

Lindsay! "Will do, love," he starts. "Habit. Irish. Lindsay. I'll be in touch." )

[Stefan doesn't think Bonnie will forgive him for this one, for taking her happiness away that she had worked so hard to cultivate. He's sure that this is the last straw in a long of broken straws.

But this is also fresh off a bender Stefan so maybe Damon's right. Or maybe Damon is telling him what he wants to hear.]

What do you make of her?

[A nice neutral topic of conversation.

Lindsay may like it when he calls her "love" but that's not something she's going to admit to on the phone. Nope, she squashes that down and just says her goodbyes and hangs up the phone and makes her way back towards the cell.]

She's professional. Practical. Knows disposing of you would've made bigger problems for her. Need to do more research on slaying, but. She's not unreasonable, somehow.

( Damon turns back to her. )

Can you make quick work of this. Stefan is back in the building.

Did I say anything about letting him out?

[Lindsay raises an eyebrow as she comes back, slipping her phone back into her pocket.]

I said we were going to have a conversation. And it doesn't seem to me like Stefan's looking to go anywhere.

[Stefan still hasn't reached for his ring, and he turns his attention from his brother to her. "Did you find Dorian?"]

Not yet. But I have someone on it who's going to keep me posted.

It was implied.

( Why is she being so difficult? )

Hey, hey, you don't know what Stefan wants. Besides, Dorian alive and in one piece. Which clues you in, doesn't it. ( he turns back to his brother. ) Put on the ring, Stefan.

[Stefan does not put the ring on. In fact, he doesn't even move towards it. Lindsay smirks, because that expression of guilt can't help but remind her of someone. Someone long dead, but the brooding expression was truly something of legend.]

I think you have to learn to read the room, buddy.

[That's to Damon. But that's also not the matter at hand. Instead, Lindsay has decided that now that the vampires are contained, she'll focus on the other matter at hand.]

So why don't you tell me about this Devil of yours? Are we talking actual Lucifer or something else that's choosing to call himself the Devil?

His name's Arcadius and his realm mirrors "Hell," ( Damon says, using his quotation marks. ) He's a long dead psychic who enslaved some sirens and me, my brother, and my friend's... ( dead boyfriend. ) and someone else. Took our freedom away to get him some souls. The badder, the better. I was let out of the deal when I broke through my siren song. As far as I know, Stefan's tab is still up.

[Lindsay nods slowly as she processes that.]

So powerful psychic wielding a hell dimension looking for human souls. Sounds like a Slayer problem to me. What do you know about him? Strengths? Weaknesses? You said he's dead already, how is he here now?

[Maybe Beck's got something in his books.]

He was burned alive and that act created a whole other world where he's been collecting souls.

( She wants to help? )

Strengths? He's psychic. So, he'll know any plan before you do. And he's ruthless. Doesn't really do consent. Weaknesses? Your guess is as good as mine. You still with us, Stef?

You can get around psychics.

[There are amulets and spelled object and witchy juju that can be applied. Or you can have no plan and be just pure impulse, but that's a lot harder.

Stefan does lift his head and frowns. "There's a dagger. Supposedly it's made from his bones. He wants it."

Lindsay smiles.]

Daggers. Daggers are for stabbing. We're winding more and more into my wheelhouse. Do we know where this dagger is?

Did Cade take you on a ride, Stefan?

( They've all enjoyed a good mind story before from someone. Sounds like Cade said more than just, you're human now, and of no use to me. )

He realizes we find the thing we can stab him with, we won't hesitate to stab him with it.

He was looking before he let me go.

[When, theoretically, Stefan was still useful to him. It takes him a minute, to figure out what made this capture - being stuck in the Mystic Falls Sheriff's Office - different than when he was trapped in the Armory.

Because he was trapped in the Armory for a while.]

There's a reason he decided that now I was no longer of use to him, versus before. Maybe we already have it, we just don't know it yet.

[Dorian's unconscious but ...]

Do Tyler and Liv still work for the Armory?

Quietly.

( Tyler does hold a grudge against him for Matt, as they all should, but they've all seen the monster Damon can be. Liv lightened up to him, eventually, until he went on his siren walkabout. )

That's it, you're off the hook. Just like that. Faster vampire, stab, stab.

I'm off the hook while I'm in here.

[Trapped with no daylight ring and no way out, with Cade too incorporeal to break him out and put him back to work.]

There's no saying I'll stay that way if you let me out.

[He didn't fight for his freedom like Damon did. He was simply cast aside like a broken toy and there's no saying that Cade won't assert himself if he suddenly was a viable option again - or getting close to what he wants.]

We need someone Cade isn't watching to find out what he's after.

[And then his eyes flick to Lindsay, and she raises an eyebrow.]

( Ah. That kind of off the hook. )

Then you're benched. For now. But, don't get comfortable.

( He turns back to Lindsay, now. The unwitting accomplice. )

Look at that. Capture a vampire, get a new mission. Is it everything you ever dreamed of?

( How useful are slayers, anyway? )

Pretty much business as usual, actually.

[She leans against the side of the cell, glancing between the two of them.]

So tell me about this Armory. Some kind of supernatural secret society?

She got it in one. Slayers are smart. Think more, supernatural documentarians. They're there for humanity's protection, or so the byline goes.

( He's not sure he trusts what he says they're about. It's a shady, shady organization. )

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