Stupid, Shallow, Useless-1/1
Title: Stupid, Shallow, Useless
Author: Eena
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Femslash-you have been warned.
Pairing: Caroline/Lexi
Spoilers: Vampire Diaries, Season 1 “162 Candles”
Summary: Written for the Doomed Ships Comment Ficathon
She’s tottering towards the washroom, the floor of the Mystic Grill suddenly less stable than she’s used to. She tinkers with the idea of asking someone to help, but the closest person around is Matt and despite a sweeter-than-anyone-she’s-ever-met disposition, she’s pretty sure he’s not going to help her into the ladies room.
But that’s okay. Caroline Forbes is a strong independent girl-stupid, shallow, useless-she can make it there herself. Determined, she puts one foot in front of the other. The floor rolls under her weight, her foot never makes it to the desired location, and she’s heading for the floor at breakneck speed.
She stops within an inch of smashing her face into the floor. She blinks and the white-and-black tiles swim in and out of focus. She’s wondered if she’s managed to stop time and only realizes that someone’s caught her when that someone yanks her back onto her feet. The movement is too fast for her stomach to handle and she’s trying to hold back the bile when a flash of blue eyes and blonde hair zips past her line of sight.
“Uh-oh, I know that face,” is all the flash says and suddenly they’re flying. Caroline’s already blurry vision worsens and there’s a dizzy feeling in her head that’s not helping her stomach. The flash has a grip around Caroline’s waist and it seems like their flight is over before it really gets started. Her vision clears enough for her to find a toilet about a foot away from her face. She gets a good enough hold on her senses to realize that she’s being bent over in one of the bathroom stalls, but can’t remember getting to the washroom. The flash still has a hand on her waist and another hand holding back Caroline’s hair. The vile that had started its way up from her stomach completes its journey and soon Caroline is retching.
When she’s done, Caroline reaches out with a shaking hand, flailing for the handle. Her fingers graze it a few times before another hand, very pale with long, tapered fingers, appears and firmly pulls the handle. Caroline leans back, her pitiful moans barely heard over the roar of the toilet. The flash giggles softly from just behind her left ear and Caroline moans as she’s yanked away from the stall and zipped over to the sink.
Caroline lifts her head, seeing smudged eyeliner, shiny cheeks, and a red nose in the mirror-stupid, shallow, useless. Water’s gushing out of the tap and she doesn’t remember turning on the faucet. She looks down and sees that same pale hand. The hand cups the water and suddenly it’s on Caroline’s face. She eyes her eyes, feels the ice-cold liquid hitting her cheek, mouth, and eyelids. It feels good and takes away a heat she hadn’t realized was there until the chill of the water chases it away.
There’s more giggling and then that pale hand is wiping water off her face. It cups another handful of water and there’s a soft command to “drink”. Caroline obeys, bending over and slurping up the water. She sloshes it around her mouth and spits it back out, the water taking the last vestiges of her queasy stomach with it.
“That’s better,” coos the flash into Caroline’s ears. She’s curious now, turning her head and narrowing her eyes to better focus her vision. The flash turns out to be a pretty blonde girl with dancing blue eyes and a waterfall of hair down her back. Caroline recognizes her as the one Stefan had been hanging around with during the party. But of course, thinking of Stefan only leads her mind back to Damon. She can feel her face falling, and the strange blonde notices it too.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, cold fingers brushing Caroline’s hair off her face. Caroline shudders slightly at the contact. She’s familiar with that icy touch, though this hand is smaller than the one she’s used to.
“I’m sipped-“ Caroline finally replies, trying to take a step back from the blonde. She stumbles and the blonde saves her again. Caroline frowns and concentrates, trying to force her tongue to obey. “I slipped. I’ve sipped and then I slipped.”
She’s proud of accomplishing not one, but two sentences. She beams happily at the blonde stranger, who smiles back just as wide. “You sure did,” the blonde laughs. “What’s your name, cutie?”
“Caroline Forbes,” she answers, teetering slightly. “And you’re like Damon, but not just like him. He would have let me fall.”
The mention of Damon causes the blonde to stop smiling. A dark, angry look crosses her features as she steps closer to Caroline. The blonde raises that pale hand again and pulls Caroline’s hair off her neck. Ice-like fingers brush over healing skin and the blonde scowls fiercely. “That prick!”
Caroline’s unsure of who this blonde is, but the outrage in her voice makes Caroline feel warm inside. It pushes back some of the numbness Damon caused earlier-stupid, shallow, useless-and Caroline sort of leans into the touch.
The blonde’s eyes snap to Caroline’s face and then they darken in a way Caroline recognizes. They darken in a way that Caroline hoped Damon’s would darken when she first stepped in front of him tonight. Again, some of the numbness lessens and Caroline feels warm straight down to her toes. She’s feeling daring and naughty and slightly scandalous, and it’s a vast improvement over how she felt before (stupid, shallow, useless). Caroline leans closer still and those blue eyes get even darker.
The blonde’s lips taste like tequila and lime. Her tongue tastes much the same when it pushes its way past Caroline’s teeth. Caroline groans happily, swiping her own tongue across the roof of the blonde’s mouth. There’s a little something extra there amongst the tequila, something metallic in taste. The blonde pushes her body against Caroline’s, pale hands fisting in her golden hair. Caroline raises her own hands, cupping the blonde’s face. She’s not surprised that the blonde’s face is as icy to the touch as her hands. She thinks she would have been surprised if it hadn’t been so cold.
Caroline’s getting a bit too excited, taking her tongue and dragging it across the blonde’s canines. The teeth are sharper than normal, Caroline’s been expecting them to be, and then there’s a tiny gash on her tongue. Blood seeps out, in a trickle, and she tastes it at the same time as the blonde.
The blonde rears back, a strangled gasp coming from her lips before she races to the end of the washroom. Caroline’s disoriented by the sudden lack of support and she nearly topples over. She has to put her hands on the sink and hoist herself back up onto her feet. She glances over at her companion, noting the way the blonde’s hands shake as she smoothes the wrinkles from her top.
Caroline’s confused. “I thought-“
“I’m not like him,” the blonde cuts her off. “And you shouldn’t do that to one of us. It’s dangerous.”
“You didn’t like it?” the very thought of this made Caroline’s heart drop. Her lungs begin sucking in copious amounts of air as she tries desperately not to cry (stupid, shallow, useless).
“I liked it fine,” the blonde answers with a rueful smile. “But it’s dangerous. And you’re too young for this.”
“I’m stupid, shallow, and useless,” is Caroline’s broken reply.
The blonde moves from the back wall to right in front of Caroline in an instant. “You’re pretty, daring, and too good for the likes of him,” the blonde tells her sternly. “And one day, you’re going to believe it.”
A few tears escape her. “Why can’t one day be today?” Caroline asks pitifully. “I need it today.”
The blonde laughs warmly, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Caroline’s lips. “It doesn’t work that way, unfortunately. Do you have someone who can take you home?”
Caroline thinks about it, leaning back on her heels just a bit too much. The blonde grabs her to keep her from falling and Caroline pouts. “Bonnie left,” she mutters unhappily. “And Elena’s too busy spying on you and Stefan. I suppose I could talk Matt into it.”
“Matt’s a good guy?” the blonde asks.
“Very good,” Caroline confirms, sniffling just a bit. “Much better than most.”
“That’s good,” the blonde murmurs. “Now, come here and listen.”
Blue eyes blaze and then Caroline’s already outside the washroom. She’s confused for a second, but then spies Matt sitting at a nearby table. She totters over to him, absolute in her conviction that Matt will take her home. Even if she is stupid, shallow, and useless.
~*~
Author: Eena
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Femslash-you have been warned.
Pairing: Caroline/Lexi
Spoilers: Vampire Diaries, Season 1 “162 Candles”
Summary: Written for the Doomed Ships Comment Ficathon
She’s tottering towards the washroom, the floor of the Mystic Grill suddenly less stable than she’s used to. She tinkers with the idea of asking someone to help, but the closest person around is Matt and despite a sweeter-than-anyone-she’s-ever-met disposition, she’s pretty sure he’s not going to help her into the ladies room.
But that’s okay. Caroline Forbes is a strong independent girl-stupid, shallow, useless-she can make it there herself. Determined, she puts one foot in front of the other. The floor rolls under her weight, her foot never makes it to the desired location, and she’s heading for the floor at breakneck speed.
She stops within an inch of smashing her face into the floor. She blinks and the white-and-black tiles swim in and out of focus. She’s wondered if she’s managed to stop time and only realizes that someone’s caught her when that someone yanks her back onto her feet. The movement is too fast for her stomach to handle and she’s trying to hold back the bile when a flash of blue eyes and blonde hair zips past her line of sight.
“Uh-oh, I know that face,” is all the flash says and suddenly they’re flying. Caroline’s already blurry vision worsens and there’s a dizzy feeling in her head that’s not helping her stomach. The flash has a grip around Caroline’s waist and it seems like their flight is over before it really gets started. Her vision clears enough for her to find a toilet about a foot away from her face. She gets a good enough hold on her senses to realize that she’s being bent over in one of the bathroom stalls, but can’t remember getting to the washroom. The flash still has a hand on her waist and another hand holding back Caroline’s hair. The vile that had started its way up from her stomach completes its journey and soon Caroline is retching.
When she’s done, Caroline reaches out with a shaking hand, flailing for the handle. Her fingers graze it a few times before another hand, very pale with long, tapered fingers, appears and firmly pulls the handle. Caroline leans back, her pitiful moans barely heard over the roar of the toilet. The flash giggles softly from just behind her left ear and Caroline moans as she’s yanked away from the stall and zipped over to the sink.
Caroline lifts her head, seeing smudged eyeliner, shiny cheeks, and a red nose in the mirror-stupid, shallow, useless. Water’s gushing out of the tap and she doesn’t remember turning on the faucet. She looks down and sees that same pale hand. The hand cups the water and suddenly it’s on Caroline’s face. She eyes her eyes, feels the ice-cold liquid hitting her cheek, mouth, and eyelids. It feels good and takes away a heat she hadn’t realized was there until the chill of the water chases it away.
There’s more giggling and then that pale hand is wiping water off her face. It cups another handful of water and there’s a soft command to “drink”. Caroline obeys, bending over and slurping up the water. She sloshes it around her mouth and spits it back out, the water taking the last vestiges of her queasy stomach with it.
“That’s better,” coos the flash into Caroline’s ears. She’s curious now, turning her head and narrowing her eyes to better focus her vision. The flash turns out to be a pretty blonde girl with dancing blue eyes and a waterfall of hair down her back. Caroline recognizes her as the one Stefan had been hanging around with during the party. But of course, thinking of Stefan only leads her mind back to Damon. She can feel her face falling, and the strange blonde notices it too.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, cold fingers brushing Caroline’s hair off her face. Caroline shudders slightly at the contact. She’s familiar with that icy touch, though this hand is smaller than the one she’s used to.
“I’m sipped-“ Caroline finally replies, trying to take a step back from the blonde. She stumbles and the blonde saves her again. Caroline frowns and concentrates, trying to force her tongue to obey. “I slipped. I’ve sipped and then I slipped.”
She’s proud of accomplishing not one, but two sentences. She beams happily at the blonde stranger, who smiles back just as wide. “You sure did,” the blonde laughs. “What’s your name, cutie?”
“Caroline Forbes,” she answers, teetering slightly. “And you’re like Damon, but not just like him. He would have let me fall.”
The mention of Damon causes the blonde to stop smiling. A dark, angry look crosses her features as she steps closer to Caroline. The blonde raises that pale hand again and pulls Caroline’s hair off her neck. Ice-like fingers brush over healing skin and the blonde scowls fiercely. “That prick!”
Caroline’s unsure of who this blonde is, but the outrage in her voice makes Caroline feel warm inside. It pushes back some of the numbness Damon caused earlier-stupid, shallow, useless-and Caroline sort of leans into the touch.
The blonde’s eyes snap to Caroline’s face and then they darken in a way Caroline recognizes. They darken in a way that Caroline hoped Damon’s would darken when she first stepped in front of him tonight. Again, some of the numbness lessens and Caroline feels warm straight down to her toes. She’s feeling daring and naughty and slightly scandalous, and it’s a vast improvement over how she felt before (stupid, shallow, useless). Caroline leans closer still and those blue eyes get even darker.
The blonde’s lips taste like tequila and lime. Her tongue tastes much the same when it pushes its way past Caroline’s teeth. Caroline groans happily, swiping her own tongue across the roof of the blonde’s mouth. There’s a little something extra there amongst the tequila, something metallic in taste. The blonde pushes her body against Caroline’s, pale hands fisting in her golden hair. Caroline raises her own hands, cupping the blonde’s face. She’s not surprised that the blonde’s face is as icy to the touch as her hands. She thinks she would have been surprised if it hadn’t been so cold.
Caroline’s getting a bit too excited, taking her tongue and dragging it across the blonde’s canines. The teeth are sharper than normal, Caroline’s been expecting them to be, and then there’s a tiny gash on her tongue. Blood seeps out, in a trickle, and she tastes it at the same time as the blonde.
The blonde rears back, a strangled gasp coming from her lips before she races to the end of the washroom. Caroline’s disoriented by the sudden lack of support and she nearly topples over. She has to put her hands on the sink and hoist herself back up onto her feet. She glances over at her companion, noting the way the blonde’s hands shake as she smoothes the wrinkles from her top.
Caroline’s confused. “I thought-“
“I’m not like him,” the blonde cuts her off. “And you shouldn’t do that to one of us. It’s dangerous.”
“You didn’t like it?” the very thought of this made Caroline’s heart drop. Her lungs begin sucking in copious amounts of air as she tries desperately not to cry (stupid, shallow, useless).
“I liked it fine,” the blonde answers with a rueful smile. “But it’s dangerous. And you’re too young for this.”
“I’m stupid, shallow, and useless,” is Caroline’s broken reply.
The blonde moves from the back wall to right in front of Caroline in an instant. “You’re pretty, daring, and too good for the likes of him,” the blonde tells her sternly. “And one day, you’re going to believe it.”
A few tears escape her. “Why can’t one day be today?” Caroline asks pitifully. “I need it today.”
The blonde laughs warmly, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Caroline’s lips. “It doesn’t work that way, unfortunately. Do you have someone who can take you home?”
Caroline thinks about it, leaning back on her heels just a bit too much. The blonde grabs her to keep her from falling and Caroline pouts. “Bonnie left,” she mutters unhappily. “And Elena’s too busy spying on you and Stefan. I suppose I could talk Matt into it.”
“Matt’s a good guy?” the blonde asks.
“Very good,” Caroline confirms, sniffling just a bit. “Much better than most.”
“That’s good,” the blonde murmurs. “Now, come here and listen.”
Blue eyes blaze and then Caroline’s already outside the washroom. She’s confused for a second, but then spies Matt sitting at a nearby table. She totters over to him, absolute in her conviction that Matt will take her home. Even if she is stupid, shallow, and useless.
~*~