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braveandstupid) wrote2012-06-24 05:37 pm
braveandstupid) wrote2012-06-24 05:37 pm
not canon } { i could have spread my wings and done a thousand things
[HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIFA. This is totally not late. Not set to any particular canon point that I can think of yet, but sometime in S3 for TVD and … S5ish for Buffy? Buffy is slay and Damon is compels and everyone else is an NPC. This may have also gone a little cracky but whatever. So there. This was also used for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_situations prompt 007. Friend.]
Damon Salvatore is the bane of Elena Gilbert’s existence.
Granted, this isn’t always the case. Sometimes there are feelings, and complicated ones at that, but at least seventy-five percent of the time, she’s left wondering if he has any sense of self-preservation at all. Whenever there’s danger around, he has to go and poke at it with a stick.
(Not that she’s really one to talk, but that isn’t the issue at hand.)
Case in point: Buffy, the self-proclaimed ‘vampire slayer.’
It all starts with Drusilla. Apparently she and Damon used to date.
When asked about it, he waves a hand and claims it was the twenties. Given that Stefan had his own affairs in the twenties, Elena isn’t really one to judge, but when the vampire turns up at his front door, clearly very crazy and not really all there, she can’t help but question his sanity, just a little bit. She’s starting to think that Damon just has a thing for older, insane vampires. It also says something that when she breaks up with Spike (again) she comes to Mystic Falls rather than anywhere else she could go. For the most part, however, Drusilla is … nice. Even if it is in an odd, vaguely cryptic kind of way.
The bad part, unfortunately, is that when Drusilla arrives, Buffy follows.
Buffy is forceful and bossy, and only really stays because Klaus is a problem. Not that Elena disagrees with that, but she doesn’t think they needed a vampire Slayer to come in and save the day, especially when there are other vampires (and one hybrid) that could be put at risk because of it. Given the fact that she’s only here because she followed Drusilla, that doesn’t necessarily mean she should stay, but at the same time, Elena is glad that there’s someone who actually might know what they’re doing.
Elena thinks that if the world was a different place and she didn’t have at least four supernatural friends to protect, Elena and Buffy might have been friends. They might have been friends regardless, if it weren’t for Damon. This brings us back to the initial point of Damon being the bane of Elena’s existence.
She should have known that something is up when Damon walks into the house whistling of all things. He seems far too pleased with himself, and Elena just follows the sound, eventually running into him as he’s pouring himself a drink in the sitting room.
“You’re in a good mood.”
“What can I say? Today is a beautiful day.” It’s with that he disappears up to his room, and Elena spends the better part of the next hour trying to figure out what exactly that’s supposed to mean.
(At some point it should occur to her that she spends way too much time trying to read between Damon’s lines, but that point isn’t going to be today, if ever. That would require distance, and distance isn’t something Elena’s good at giving.)
She only has an hour to contemplate, however, before there’s the slam of front door, and a very angry Buffy standing in the foyer.
“Where is he?”
As if by instinct (for some reason, she’s always putting herself between the stake and Damon), Elena is already on her feet and crossing Buffy’s path. It may not be the smartest move she makes all day, but see what was originally said about Elena’s sense of self-preservation.
“He who?”
“You know who.” She dodges to the left and Elena follows her, doing her best to try and effectively block her path. She knows that if Buffy wants to, she could probably just lift and drop her to the side like a feather, but she won’t—or at least, Elena hopes she won’t. “Elena, move.”
“No.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
“Probably has something to do with that army boy of hers.” Damon comes downstairs, cool as a cucumber. “Really need to get your boyfriend on vervain, Slayer.” He says the word like it’s a joke, which only makes Buffy angrier.
Elena, however, knows what the statement means, and her face falls into her hands. “Is he dead?”
Buffy is startled out of her anger for a moment at the question. “What?”
“Is Riley dead?” The subtext being ‘Did Damon kill him?’
There is a pause. “No.”
“Is he hurting other people?”
“ … No.”
“Is he going to hurt himself?”
“Well—no.”
“Then what could Damon have possibly done to make you this angry?” Let’s just state, for the record, that Elena really hates the fact that she has to be the mature one in the room with a 170 year-old. There’s an awkward pause as Buffy’s face passes from anger to uncertainty and back to anger again.
“He needs to fix it.”
“He will fix it.”
Now, Damon isn’t so fond of the idea of Elena negotiating for him. “Why should I fix it?”
“Because you don’t want to go from undead to really dead.”
“But Mom … ”
“Damon.” The judgment is implied.
He’s quiet for a moment, which for Damon is a feat, before he shrugs. “Fine. I’ll fix Buffy’s loverboy.”
“Thank you.”
A beat.
“That’s it? He fixes Riley and you just let him off with a slap on the wrist?”
Elena crosses her arms in front of her chest. “Damon doesn’t just compel people because he feels like it.” Usually. “The other person usually did something to provoke him. He’s going to fix it, Riley will be fine, and he should have been on vervain in the first place. Besides, neither of you will tell me what he actually compelled Riley to do.”
Buffy huffs for a moment, before grabbing Elena’s hand and dragging her out of the boarding house. Elena follows, glancing back at Damon in confusion, before following Buffy out of the house. Once they make it out the door, they see Riley.
Standing on the front lawn.
Singing.
Elena just stands there flabbergasted, until she feels Damon at her back. “I may have compelled him to work his way through Roger and Hammerstein’s song book. It sounds like he’s worked his way around to The King and I.” There’s a pause. “His tone isn’t half bad.”
Elena can’t help herself. She laughs. She almost doubles over laughing because of all the things Damon could have compelled Riley to do, this is about as harmless as it gets. She’s seen him do much worse, and while Buffy is probably very annoyed at the abuse of her boyfriend, Elena thinks it could have been worse.
Once she catches her breath, she flashes him as much of a look as she can. “Fix him. Now.”
“Fine. As you wish.” He starts to make his way out onto the front lawn, and Elena glances over at Buffy with a smile on her face.
“Oh, come on. You have to be a little amused.”
“It’s not funny.” She manages to keep a stony face long enough for Riley to hit “I Could Have Danced All Night” and him to decide that Damon is his dance partner. They start waltzing across the front lawn with Damon flailing all the way, and she sees the Slayer’s resolve crack. “Okay, it’s a little funny.”
Elena grins, before taking her arm gently. “C’mon. I’ll get you some vervain.”
“Are they … going to be okay?”
“Oh, they’ll be fine,” Elena nods. “Looks like Damon’s about to get swept off his feet.”
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slay and Damon is compels and everyone else is an NPC. This may have also gone a little cracky but whatever. So there. This was also used for 100_situations prompt 007. Friend.]Damon Salvatore is the bane of Elena Gilbert’s existence.
Granted, this isn’t always the case. Sometimes there are feelings, and complicated ones at that, but at least seventy-five percent of the time, she’s left wondering if he has any sense of self-preservation at all. Whenever there’s danger around, he has to go and poke at it with a stick.
(Not that she’s really one to talk, but that isn’t the issue at hand.)
Case in point: Buffy, the self-proclaimed ‘vampire slayer.’
It all starts with Drusilla. Apparently she and Damon used to date.
When asked about it, he waves a hand and claims it was the twenties. Given that Stefan had his own affairs in the twenties, Elena isn’t really one to judge, but when the vampire turns up at his front door, clearly very crazy and not really all there, she can’t help but question his sanity, just a little bit. She’s starting to think that Damon just has a thing for older, insane vampires. It also says something that when she breaks up with Spike (again) she comes to Mystic Falls rather than anywhere else she could go. For the most part, however, Drusilla is … nice. Even if it is in an odd, vaguely cryptic kind of way.
The bad part, unfortunately, is that when Drusilla arrives, Buffy follows.
Buffy is forceful and bossy, and only really stays because Klaus is a problem. Not that Elena disagrees with that, but she doesn’t think they needed a vampire Slayer to come in and save the day, especially when there are other vampires (and one hybrid) that could be put at risk because of it. Given the fact that she’s only here because she followed Drusilla, that doesn’t necessarily mean she should stay, but at the same time, Elena is glad that there’s someone who actually might know what they’re doing.
Elena thinks that if the world was a different place and she didn’t have at least four supernatural friends to protect, Elena and Buffy might have been friends. They might have been friends regardless, if it weren’t for Damon. This brings us back to the initial point of Damon being the bane of Elena’s existence.
She should have known that something is up when Damon walks into the house whistling of all things. He seems far too pleased with himself, and Elena just follows the sound, eventually running into him as he’s pouring himself a drink in the sitting room.
“You’re in a good mood.”
“What can I say? Today is a beautiful day.” It’s with that he disappears up to his room, and Elena spends the better part of the next hour trying to figure out what exactly that’s supposed to mean.
(At some point it should occur to her that she spends way too much time trying to read between Damon’s lines, but that point isn’t going to be today, if ever. That would require distance, and distance isn’t something Elena’s good at giving.)
She only has an hour to contemplate, however, before there’s the slam of front door, and a very angry Buffy standing in the foyer.
“Where is he?”
As if by instinct (for some reason, she’s always putting herself between the stake and Damon), Elena is already on her feet and crossing Buffy’s path. It may not be the smartest move she makes all day, but see what was originally said about Elena’s sense of self-preservation.
“He who?”
“You know who.” She dodges to the left and Elena follows her, doing her best to try and effectively block her path. She knows that if Buffy wants to, she could probably just lift and drop her to the side like a feather, but she won’t—or at least, Elena hopes she won’t. “Elena, move.”
“No.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
“Probably has something to do with that army boy of hers.” Damon comes downstairs, cool as a cucumber. “Really need to get your boyfriend on vervain, Slayer.” He says the word like it’s a joke, which only makes Buffy angrier.
Elena, however, knows what the statement means, and her face falls into her hands. “Is he dead?”
Buffy is startled out of her anger for a moment at the question. “What?”
“Is Riley dead?” The subtext being ‘Did Damon kill him?’
There is a pause. “No.”
“Is he hurting other people?”
“ … No.”
“Is he going to hurt himself?”
“Well—no.”
“Then what could Damon have possibly done to make you this angry?” Let’s just state, for the record, that Elena really hates the fact that she has to be the mature one in the room with a 170 year-old. There’s an awkward pause as Buffy’s face passes from anger to uncertainty and back to anger again.
“He needs to fix it.”
“He will fix it.”
Now, Damon isn’t so fond of the idea of Elena negotiating for him. “Why should I fix it?”
“Because you don’t want to go from undead to really dead.”
“But Mom … ”
“Damon.” The judgment is implied.
He’s quiet for a moment, which for Damon is a feat, before he shrugs. “Fine. I’ll fix Buffy’s loverboy.”
“Thank you.”
A beat.
“That’s it? He fixes Riley and you just let him off with a slap on the wrist?”
Elena crosses her arms in front of her chest. “Damon doesn’t just compel people because he feels like it.” Usually. “The other person usually did something to provoke him. He’s going to fix it, Riley will be fine, and he should have been on vervain in the first place. Besides, neither of you will tell me what he actually compelled Riley to do.”
Buffy huffs for a moment, before grabbing Elena’s hand and dragging her out of the boarding house. Elena follows, glancing back at Damon in confusion, before following Buffy out of the house. Once they make it out the door, they see Riley.
Standing on the front lawn.
Singing.
Elena just stands there flabbergasted, until she feels Damon at her back. “I may have compelled him to work his way through Roger and Hammerstein’s song book. It sounds like he’s worked his way around to The King and I.” There’s a pause. “His tone isn’t half bad.”
Elena can’t help herself. She laughs. She almost doubles over laughing because of all the things Damon could have compelled Riley to do, this is about as harmless as it gets. She’s seen him do much worse, and while Buffy is probably very annoyed at the abuse of her boyfriend, Elena thinks it could have been worse.
Once she catches her breath, she flashes him as much of a look as she can. “Fix him. Now.”
“Fine. As you wish.” He starts to make his way out onto the front lawn, and Elena glances over at Buffy with a smile on her face.
“Oh, come on. You have to be a little amused.”
“It’s not funny.” She manages to keep a stony face long enough for Riley to hit “I Could Have Danced All Night” and him to decide that Damon is his dance partner. They start waltzing across the front lawn with Damon flailing all the way, and she sees the Slayer’s resolve crack. “Okay, it’s a little funny.”
Elena grins, before taking her arm gently. “C’mon. I’ll get you some vervain.”
“Are they … going to be okay?”
“Oh, they’ll be fine,” Elena nods. “Looks like Damon’s about to get swept off his feet.”
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