FIC DUMP #3
Five Fandoms/Characters I love
Elena goes a little batshit when she turns.
Breaking things, throwing things, she drains both Damon and Stefan almost completely dry before locking herself in the basement with the vervain. Since the Salvatore Brothers were out of commission, she of course was the one to clean up their mess. Again.
It was a normal day- they knew it was coming, Elena would need to turn, but Caroline never thought it would happen on a school night. She had left her sunglasses at the mansion the night before and when she entered- Damon and Stefan were both on the floor unconscious. She had to hook them up to blood bags and then force it down their throats.
Katherine blows back into town three days later and locks herself in the basement with Elena for the better part of a week before allowing Stefan and Damon to feed from her and then she leaves in a dramatic swoosh of air- saving the day in her normal elitist manor. (Rumor was that she had discovered something amazing in Africa and if Alaric hadn’t have called her on a private satellite phone she wouldn’t have even known)
They’re both instantly better after the blood from Katherine. And then they both run into the basement and then out of Mystic Falls with Elena.
Leaving her, the New Member of the Club to deal with all of the vampire, werewolf-witch stuff in Mystic Falls, because really she was the best one for the job (sarcasm). She comes up with some B.S. story to tell her mother and then she and Tyler to their best to keep the Supernaturals in line before Hurricane Bonnie goes on a killing spree.
She tells Matt her secret, and he’s actually pretty good about it. There was some residual weirdness when he wanted her to bite him, but that just turned out to be yummy fun. Then the town finds out she’s a vampire and then she takes over.
She has to kill Tyler’s Mom but that makes the message clear.
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“See when we win awards together it’s like having twice as many awards!”
Clark refrained from voicing his opinion, and loosened his tie from around his neck. Lois would say that- she did like the shiny glass statuettes in her display case, even if they did have his name on them. And as flattered as he was, he really didn’t care about winning awards. Especially if it meant a three hour reception, followed by press. Being a member of the press gave you a certain- bias for being the writer (not the writee) and if one more person asked him about being married to his partner he was going to snap.
They had just sold the farm in Smallville (something he hated doing) and bought an apartment downtown with their new bonus checks. They had spent months planning-it faced an alley so not many people would see them. They were on a lower level so if he was crawling up the fire escape it would just look like Lois locked him out. Or he forgot his keys
It was open and airy, and he loved it.
“Um, Clark, honey. There’s a masked woman here to see you.” Lois rolled her eyes towards the open doorway, “I swear to god Selina if cats start showing up here I am going to send you their dead bodies in a bag.”
“I’d ask how you got in here, but I see your sidekick helped you in.” Clark smirked glancing at the cat perched on her leather-clad shoulder.
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Finn wanted to go as Superman for Halloween. She supposed she could blame Mr. Schuester for signing them up to host the school’s Annual Halloween Party. No one would be there but appearance was everything in show business, so after listening to him ramble on about the new Fallout Video Game he was playing with Artie she got him to ditch the Superman t-shirt costume and into something respectable-
Okay. Clark Kent. That was more respectable than a t-shirt.
So while her lovely, gorgeous, amazing boyfriend went whacko trying to find the perfect glasses, she was tasked with making the best Lois Lane costume ever. Because if Rachel knew anything- it was that makeup and wardrobe were crucial to any proper performance. So she smudged some dirt over her brow, ripped the sleeve of her button down shirt and singed the corner of her sweater vest with matches. She looked like she fell out of an airplane.
She even made a replica Daily Planet badge, circa New Adventures of Lois and Clark! Pencil and Pad in hand, she marched up to the Hudmel Home, heels clacking only to have the door practically whipped into her face-
“Oh my god.” Rachel mumbled, almost losing her balance. Finn was attractive. Finn was cute. But Finn, suit and glasses was doing funny things to her tummy. He hated it when she dressed differently, but damn - pardon her French- he was sexy. Like David Beckham sexy. With sexy glasses.
“Sorry I’m late Rach, Kurt last minute decided my hair needed to be done-”
Is this what that was? That weird look on his face when Finn accidentally walked into her room and saw her thong? Because it was kinda hard to focus on things like words. Or vowels. He had his sleeves rolled up, the tie slightly crooked revealing the superman t-shirt. And the glasses. The glasses! She was going to melt into a tiny Rachel Berry-scented puddle.
“Are you petting my tie?” Finn’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and she was indeed petting his tie.
“You look very d-d-dashing, Mr. Hudson.”
“You think I’m HAWT! You think I’m sexy! I do believe I have you flustered, Ms. Lane.” Finn pushed up the glasses and she had to dig into her palms to resist the urge to shriek. Unsuccessfully. He was obviously enjoying this little roleplay exercise. And pushing her buttons! He slipped a plastic ring on her left hand while kissing her cheek.
“Lex Luthor better not get any ideas.”
Needless to say the rest of the night was a blur.
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It was so similar- this other world. Noticeable differences (airplanes? No Show Me cards?) were everywhere, but when she walks home, and there aren’t any late night phone calls (unless she wants something called Frozen Yogurt made by someone who is not “Mr. Secretary” but Walter) she sleeps soundly for the first time in months. Her mattress is the same. Her whole house is the same. She keeps the coffee in the freezer and there’s an open half and half in the fridge she opened yesterday (apparently so did she). The adjustment really isn’t an adjustment at all. It’s her life.
Except there are chocolate poptarts and fruity pebbles on the counter, accompanied by a picture of Rachel, her dead sister and a little girl that is so adorable it stuns her. There are drawings stuck to the fridge and a report card with little golden stars on it.
The door opens, a bustle of activity, a little girl chatting away about their weekend trip out of the city. Olivia pokes her head out of the kitchen and can’t stop the tear falling down her face when she sees the two of them together. Rachel’s head whips up at the last moment and they exchange a glance she can only classify as “heartwrenching”.
Ella’s tiny body flies towards her, her arms going around her legs, babbling something about “Aunt Liv our trip was soo fun!”
Ella runs to put her stuff in her room and Rachel slaps her.
“If you ever run off like that again on some suicide mission, I don’t care how high up Broyles is or Peter isn’t, I will find them and beat answers out of them until you’re home. Safe.”
“I missed you too, sis.” She smirks but squeezes her a little bit tighter than she probably needs to.
“I know Liv, I know.” Rachel sighs.
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Boston- she missed the city. She drives around and goes to a freakin’ Red Sox game and Peter finds her getting a hot dog and a beer. They both loved Boston, and what’s more Bostonian than a Baseball game? She laughs, her blonde hair flying in front of her face . He kisses her between sips of beer and the first thing she thinks is that she never got to meet her Peter- not like this the way they were supposed to be. A few guilty thoughts later, they’re watching the Red Sox lose horribly while holding hands.
They’re both hesitant, but she has a feeling he’s the impulsive one, so he kisses her breathless in the middle of the ninth inning. Afterwards she goes back to his house where he cooks her dinner and then she sleeps in his bed without having sex.
He tells her he loves her as her lids are falling shut and she believes him.
They get called into work early, both of their phones going off at the same time. He kisses her cheek and she has to dig for her shoes underneath the bed. By the time she’s dressed, the smell of Walter making pancakes wafts up the stairs and there’s a cup of coffee (which she adds cream and sugar) waiting for her next to a plate of purple pancakes.
Walter had made them on a Bunsen burner, the sink full of dirty skillets and various colors of goo stuck to the stove.
“I wanted the perfect recipe! And I believe I’ve found it!”
They taste like swiss cheese and blueberries, but it’s amazing with the maple syrup. Peter offers to drive and she lets him because she has no idea where their office is, let alone how to get there. Broyles is her boss still, and there is almost no budget for the Fringe Division, but somehow she, Walter and Peter figure out how to stop shape shifting reptiles.
Her amazing fiancée at home missing her doesn’t even cross her mind until she’s taken Ella to school and missed a check-in. And then another one.
There’s a virus or mutant chipmunks but things are so easy here, so nice she loves it. Even in the harder cases, Peter, Walter and Astrid were there for her. She was in charge. And when she’s bleeding in Michigan from a guy who looks like a human porcupine, she is so jealous of the other Olivia she can’t see straight. She’s faint and lost a lot of blood and cheats on her fiancée with a boy who was kidnapped 21 years ago from her dimension and became the man for her.
“I thought- I thought that Porcupined freak had-”
He holds her face and she smiles.
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He notices. He doesn’t want to but he does. His mind was always thinking about things, but it’s obvious when her little Styrofoam cup clearly says “2 Creams, One Sugar” because they went to McDonalds to get Walter a happy meal so he can figure out what’s in the chicken nuggets. (He ends up eating them all before the experiment anyway).
She drinks her coffee with a sugar in it. She leads with her left foot. The one time he needs a gun, he digs into her purse and it’s in her coat pocket. It’s the third fucking week back when he’s put it all together and he about tears Broyles a new one. He’s let himself down again, and he’s embarrassed. But he’s pissed because this thing- that spy-enemy has his Olivia and there’s nothing he can do about it. They can’t get back and the imposter was living in Olivia’s house. With Olivia’s Family. Someone should have noticed by now- but he’s just mad at himself because he’d kissed- he’d loved- this thing.
Astrid puts a tracking chip in her shoes and they track her hoping she’ll lead them to something- anything. She cried when he told her. They had just gotten back from shoe shopping and seeing Astrid crushed like that- it was definitely not pretty. They can’t get back to the other dimension and Olivia- wherever she was, she did not deserve to think they abandoned her. That they just left her- the thought of that makes his stomach turn and doesn’t take another thought when he injects the duplicate with mind altering drugs Walter cooked up to get answers out of her. They don’t work at first but he finds excuses for them to be around each other and he keeps injecting them hoping it works.
Otherliva stops going to her checkins and spends more time with Ella in the park. He thinks the drugs aren’t helping them but making it easier for the imposter to fill in. What irony. That makes him more angry than anything. Rachel- Ella- they were missing out on something and this replacement was doing a damn good job at faking it.
They solve cases, and the drugs are working, because she acts like Olivia, thinks like Olivia- and it’s been months- Olivia must be dead or worse- living the lie. They’re in Michigan, a rift had started to form and they think that Walternate is finally making his move- and he finds Olivia, bleeding and broken on a bridge. He risks getting sucked over to the other side and pulls her towards safety.
“Pp-eter.” She smiles, kissing him. Walter works his magic and she’s back to normal but it’s been a year at that point and all he does is apologize. She wakes up in the hospital and tells him to stop it. “I stayed there because as horrible as Walternate is- you needed to be safe.”
She flinches at dark corners, and she refuses to be alone. She sleeps at his house and she only cries once before putting her brave face on and coming back to work. That was the most Olivia thing about her, but he can’t help but hold her close whenever he can. She’s out of her normal shape, and he catches her up to speed.
“I love you, Olivia. And I want you to know that nothing happened with Otheriva. I knew. I’ll always know.”
She kisses him, and he finally feels at home.
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They break over a stupid fight and he is absolutely fucking miserable for the 32 hours they’re not together. He liked to think he kept Kat at arm’s length, that the crazy brunette chick he liked to makeout with was expendable with her mouthy mouth and her attitude problems. The truth was that she had wormed her way into his life and blindsided him so bad, he found himself at Jamba Juice getting her a fucking wheatgrass smoothie while he sipped on his carrot-strawberry cooler. He hated froofy drinks. He hated wheatgrass, but he was standing in front of his bike wondering how the hell he was going to carry the damn thing to the Stratford house like a complete moron.
So he threw the grass POS in the trash and walked towards the record store. After finishing his smoothie (and daily vitamin intake for the week) he bought six records and realized he had four of them already and he had gotten them for Kat.
That’s when the insanity kicked in. He had this elaborate plan to sneak them into her mom’s collection and sneak out before she noticed. And maybe he would take his t-shirt back from her underwear drawer. He could do it before the Filthy Souls concert- that he would miss because he gave her the tickets.
He had turned into Cameron. God help him. Then he went home and was super fucking depressed for the next 8 hours. He couldn’t sleep. Their stupid fight just kept replaying in his head, and he even drove over to the Stratford house where Cameron and Bianca were flirting or talking or poking each other in the side- whatever the kids were calling it these days. The two of them looked surprised to see him, but he handed the records to Bianca.
“We saw you at Jamba Juice yesterday.” Bianca spoke up, holding the records tight to her chest. “Kat came home and cried-”
He hopes the look he’s glaring conveys the fact that if she says “-like when Mom died” he will punch the nearest object to him, which was Cameron’s head. He already felt bad, but the thought of Kat crying-
“I got those for Kat- if you could just sneak them into your mom’s collection and lose the judgmental glare before you and Cameron go back to pussyfooting around, it’d be appreciated.” He’d never snapped at Bianca before and he almost regrets it, but he storms off and catches Cameron mumbling something along the lines of, “-Kat snaps at me, he snaps at you.” They both deserve it.
He gets to school and pushes some Lacrosse idiot in the hallway and ends up in Holland’s office before first period. She’s yelling at Kat for something, and waves him in. He hesitates but he’s a masochist now and seeing her even for a few seconds is better than nothing. She looks like he feels and her hair’s in her face-He stops himself from tucking it behind her ear because they broke up ten hours ago.
“My migraine is already forming and I cannot handle this before my coffee. I don’t care if he slept with your sister. The two of you need to fix your problems so I can get my mani/pedi at four without the school going up in flames. You’re much more tolerable together.”
“I’ll quit harassing Chastity.” Kat mumbles, grabbing her bag and storming out of the office. She doesn’t even glare at him, just puts her eyes downward and keeps silent. Angry Kat meant he had a chance, but this emo!Kat was just- defeated.
“You know the drill Verona, Detention, blah blah blah. I suggest you take that time to re-evaluate your delinquent life without Stratford and fix it before she goes to Stanford and forgets all about the Bad Boy who broke her heart and becomes a bitter high school principal who hates men.”
Her little existential crisis goes on for another 10 minutes in which he tells her to get a facebook and work out her problems before storming out of the room. He looks for Kat the rest of the day but she and Mandela had mysteriously disappeared. He blows off History and went to the shop, which made things even worse.
The guys in the shop even missed her, because apparently she was the one who bribed the janitors to clean their bathroom and steal them the leftover cookies from the Cafeteria.(If he heard one more “I’d tap that” he was going to kill someone, regardless if they broke up or not). He reports to detention where Kat is reading The New Yorker and shoves his bag on the floor before taking the seat next to her.
Mr. Pillsbury points towards the board where Detention is not Makeout Time, Verona was pre-written on the board and he makes a face before pulling out his math homework. He can feel Kat’s gaze burning into the side of his face and he motions towards the board.
She smiles, but it quickly disappears to a scowl. He could deal with Angry Kat.
A paper football launches into his hair and he unfolds the note written in sloppy third grade writing. “No you cannot have Kat now that we broke up. She’s not an object.” He growled. That pervy asian kid was really annoying.
He heads to his bike after the three hours of awkward hell are over and he catches Kat walk towards his bike before she corrects herself and heads towards where Bianca is waiting in her pink Volkswagen. Normally he would give her a ride home and they’d make out on her bed when they had detention. Especially if he helped her get there-
So instead he goes home and stares at the ceiling, wondering if Kat would ever forgive him.
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The next day pretty much goes the same: Holland yells at him, he gets detention. Except Cameron corners him in the bathroom and he and Joey Dumbass Donner pull him into an empty classroom and give him an intervention.
“This destructive behavior is not going to get Kat back.” Cameron squeeks. He has a giant hickey on his neck and the kid is practically glowing. Who’d thought that Cameron could steal a girl from Joey Donner?
“Who says I want Kat back?”
Dumbass Donner gives him a look, and maybe the guy could be a male model, “You need to show Kat that you care about her, and say you’re sorry- in like a hardcore way. Normally I’d say flowers or jewelry.”
“Too Sexist.” Cameron corrects him, “And you’re going to need something much more extreme. You’re lucky my cousin is super rich, because I am going to help you out.”
“Didn’t you steal his girlfriend? And do I even know you?” He points to each of them before crossing his arms against his chest. Seriously. They could have at least gotten Bianca or Mandela involved.
“You’re moving to Rhode Island.” Cameron tosses some keys at his face, “Because like it or not Kat is going to Brown and you need to go with her because you love her.”
Cameron apparently has a rich cousin with an empty house right near campus. And Joey Donner’s Dad is a Pilot so they have free plane tickets. “If this is the part where you guys give me a man-over and then hug, let’s just skip that part.”
It takes him three hours to drive to Kat’s house (he circles the school, circles the gas station, anything to stall), and another 20 minutes to scale the tree outside her room. She’s listening to their song on repeat and he can hear her hiccupping around her retainer. The window’s unlocked so he climbs in.
His arms are around her before common sense kicks in and her sniffles quiet down.
“I’ve been miserable without you, Katerina.” He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he feels the wet spot on the t-shirt she’s wearing. It’s his t-shirt but it smells like the lemon body butter she wears.
“I know. I saw you ordering a Wheatgrass Smoothie at Jamba Juice.” She laughs through her tears and it’s beautiful.
He presses the keys into her hands and removes his father’s wedding ring from around his neck. “I want to move to Rhode Island because I love you and feeling like this- I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. And if you don’t want me back then I’ll go and jump off a bridge because I can’t take it.”
She fingers the ring and puts it around her neck before relaxing against his chest, “I’m sorry for breaking up with you.”
“I deserved it.”
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