happy valentiMe!
I don't know why, I always *always* have felt like the 'n' in 'valentine' should be an 'm'.
You all knew I was a freak. Don't act like you didn't know what you were getting into.
In any case, I wrote a couple of ficlets for stainofmylove's Valentine's Day Fic Exchange, and I have a few more to go, but hopefully I'll get them all posted this week. Just little short guys.
Set an indeterminate amount of time between History Repeating and Plan B
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“Well…you’re not supposed to be here.”
It was too early to be dealing with schoolgirls (particularly if they were supposed to be in school, which meant he was supposed to be sleeping). Especially this schoolgirl, Mini Witch.
Bonnie stepped closer to the doorway, looking up at him, and he waited for it. Sure enough, there it was, that sick, burning feeling like something was slowly slicing his skull open. “Ah, ah, enough!” He pulled her into the house by the shoulders and felt her flinch slightly under his grasp. And she did stop. Smart girl.
Damon pressed his palm to his forehead and when the pain subsided, he growled at the Mini Witch and poured himself a drink. “Okay, Miss Bennett. Now, you came to my house this morning. Is this how you like to pick a fight? Because I’m really not in the mood.”
She was quiet for a few minutes, standing stock still and looking very small in the middle of his gaudy mausoleum of a living room. Damon just sipped his scotch and waited. Patience was not a hardship for him.
When she finally did speak, she didn’t move, and didn’t look up at him. “I’m here, because…you’re the only one who can help me.”
Interesting.
“Really?” Damon took another sip, keeping his face impassive when she finally turned to look at him. Her jaw was set in a firm line, but he saw a flicker of vulnerability pass through her brown eyes. Just for a second.
Very interesting.
“Only I can help you?” Damon approached her slowly, rolling his drink in his hand, tipping it back over his mouth to get the last drop. “Damon Salvatore? Not my brother, the noblest vampire of them all? Not anyone else in the entire world? Only me?”
Bonnie didn’t answer, but did not flinch or cower as he approached her. She looked him straight in the eye, any trace of vulnerability gone. Brave little Mini Witch. “Elena told me that you made a pact with Emily. To watch over her lineage. I want you to tell me where my mother is.”
Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Emily broke her pact. I’m under no obligation to her any more. You little Bennett witches are on your own now.”
Bonnie opened her mouth, but quickly closed it, and Damon suspected she was biting back some sort of witchy curse. “Do you know where she is or not?”
Damon settled back on his heels. Neither one of them had broken eye contact with each other, and he was slightly impressed with her for not backing down. “I know where she was. Two years ago. The last time I checked up on her.”
Bonnie raised her eyebrows. “Was she okay?”
He nodded. “She was fine.”
She finally looked down and away, and he let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Did you ever check up on me?” She asked, very softly.
“I’d seen you a handful of times before we were formally introduced.” He had to grin at her disgusted look. She’d made the same face since she was a little girl.
“Damon,” He paused when she said his name. “Will you help me or not?”
Damon mulled it over in his mind. It would be no easy task to find Theresa Bennett. “Just so we’re clear, this is me doing you a favor. What will you do for me in return?”
“I’ll stop giving you aneurysms,” Bonnie paused. “Unless you deserve them.”
Damon cocked one eyebrow, and let one corner of his mouth twitch up in the smile he was trying to hide. “That doesn’t sound like a very nice bargain.”
“Fine. What do you want then?” She was unbelievable. Spine of steel, this little one.
Damon tapped a finger against his lips. “I don’t know yet.”
“That’s fine,” she held out her hand to shake. “I know how to keep my end of a deal.”
“You’re offering a carte blanche favor?” Damon was very seldomly surprised.
Interesting.
He took her tiny hand in his. “You have a deal, then.”
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And this is a little unrepentant fluff. Sorry. Whatever, happy valentime's.
Luke is grinning.
Becky kind of wants to punch him in the arm, but that would do no good, because 1) he’s really cute when he grins 2) he’s told her a million times that she punches like a girl and 3) her ankle would still be sprained.
“I told you, I told you not to wear flip-flops out here on the ranch,” Luke is laughing but he squeezes her hand with the one that’s not driving the tractor. “It’s okay, baby, we’ll be back at the house in a few minutes, I’ll wrap your ankle for you.”
“Are you sure you know how to do that?” Becky winces as she gingerly tries to twist her foot around to check her range of motion. It’s not too much.
He looks over at her, real quick, with both eyebrows raised. “I’ve had my ankles and wrists sprained more times than I can count. That’s definitely a sprain, and I can definitely wrap it up for you.”
Becky giggles. “Thanks, Dr. Cafferty.”
He grins back at her again, not his shit-eating grin, but his genuinely adorable *Luke* grin, from deep down in his soul. She melts so quick she almost forgets about her ankle- and that he laughed at her when she tripped over her own feet.
Back at the house, Becky tries to get herself down from the tractor without putting any weight on her ankle, but he scoops her up quickly before she can tumble ass-over-kettle, and she squeals as he taps her bottom when he slings her over his shoulder.
His parents aren’t home, so he carries her right up to his bedroom and drops her on the mattress with a soft bounce. Becky lays back agains the pillows, laying her cheek agains the worn cotton. Smells like Luke and she closes her eyes.
“Well, this ain’t a bad view.”
She opens her eyes and smiles back at him. He leans over her for a nice, long kiss, before kneeling in front of her. He gently takes her ankle between his hands, slowly flexing it for her. He wraps her quickly, and adds a tiny kiss to her instep before smiling up at her. “Good as new, Cinderella.”
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You all knew I was a freak. Don't act like you didn't know what you were getting into.
In any case, I wrote a couple of ficlets for stainofmylove's Valentine's Day Fic Exchange, and I have a few more to go, but hopefully I'll get them all posted this week. Just little short guys.
Set an indeterminate amount of time between History Repeating and Plan B
**************
“Well…you’re not supposed to be here.”
It was too early to be dealing with schoolgirls (particularly if they were supposed to be in school, which meant he was supposed to be sleeping). Especially this schoolgirl, Mini Witch.
Bonnie stepped closer to the doorway, looking up at him, and he waited for it. Sure enough, there it was, that sick, burning feeling like something was slowly slicing his skull open. “Ah, ah, enough!” He pulled her into the house by the shoulders and felt her flinch slightly under his grasp. And she did stop. Smart girl.
Damon pressed his palm to his forehead and when the pain subsided, he growled at the Mini Witch and poured himself a drink. “Okay, Miss Bennett. Now, you came to my house this morning. Is this how you like to pick a fight? Because I’m really not in the mood.”
She was quiet for a few minutes, standing stock still and looking very small in the middle of his gaudy mausoleum of a living room. Damon just sipped his scotch and waited. Patience was not a hardship for him.
When she finally did speak, she didn’t move, and didn’t look up at him. “I’m here, because…you’re the only one who can help me.”
Interesting.
“Really?” Damon took another sip, keeping his face impassive when she finally turned to look at him. Her jaw was set in a firm line, but he saw a flicker of vulnerability pass through her brown eyes. Just for a second.
Very interesting.
“Only I can help you?” Damon approached her slowly, rolling his drink in his hand, tipping it back over his mouth to get the last drop. “Damon Salvatore? Not my brother, the noblest vampire of them all? Not anyone else in the entire world? Only me?”
Bonnie didn’t answer, but did not flinch or cower as he approached her. She looked him straight in the eye, any trace of vulnerability gone. Brave little Mini Witch. “Elena told me that you made a pact with Emily. To watch over her lineage. I want you to tell me where my mother is.”
Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Emily broke her pact. I’m under no obligation to her any more. You little Bennett witches are on your own now.”
Bonnie opened her mouth, but quickly closed it, and Damon suspected she was biting back some sort of witchy curse. “Do you know where she is or not?”
Damon settled back on his heels. Neither one of them had broken eye contact with each other, and he was slightly impressed with her for not backing down. “I know where she was. Two years ago. The last time I checked up on her.”
Bonnie raised her eyebrows. “Was she okay?”
He nodded. “She was fine.”
She finally looked down and away, and he let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Did you ever check up on me?” She asked, very softly.
“I’d seen you a handful of times before we were formally introduced.” He had to grin at her disgusted look. She’d made the same face since she was a little girl.
“Damon,” He paused when she said his name. “Will you help me or not?”
Damon mulled it over in his mind. It would be no easy task to find Theresa Bennett. “Just so we’re clear, this is me doing you a favor. What will you do for me in return?”
“I’ll stop giving you aneurysms,” Bonnie paused. “Unless you deserve them.”
Damon cocked one eyebrow, and let one corner of his mouth twitch up in the smile he was trying to hide. “That doesn’t sound like a very nice bargain.”
“Fine. What do you want then?” She was unbelievable. Spine of steel, this little one.
Damon tapped a finger against his lips. “I don’t know yet.”
“That’s fine,” she held out her hand to shake. “I know how to keep my end of a deal.”
“You’re offering a carte blanche favor?” Damon was very seldomly surprised.
Interesting.
He took her tiny hand in his. “You have a deal, then.”
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And this is a little unrepentant fluff. Sorry. Whatever, happy valentime's.
Luke is grinning.
Becky kind of wants to punch him in the arm, but that would do no good, because 1) he’s really cute when he grins 2) he’s told her a million times that she punches like a girl and 3) her ankle would still be sprained.
“I told you, I told you not to wear flip-flops out here on the ranch,” Luke is laughing but he squeezes her hand with the one that’s not driving the tractor. “It’s okay, baby, we’ll be back at the house in a few minutes, I’ll wrap your ankle for you.”
“Are you sure you know how to do that?” Becky winces as she gingerly tries to twist her foot around to check her range of motion. It’s not too much.
He looks over at her, real quick, with both eyebrows raised. “I’ve had my ankles and wrists sprained more times than I can count. That’s definitely a sprain, and I can definitely wrap it up for you.”
Becky giggles. “Thanks, Dr. Cafferty.”
He grins back at her again, not his shit-eating grin, but his genuinely adorable *Luke* grin, from deep down in his soul. She melts so quick she almost forgets about her ankle- and that he laughed at her when she tripped over her own feet.
Back at the house, Becky tries to get herself down from the tractor without putting any weight on her ankle, but he scoops her up quickly before she can tumble ass-over-kettle, and she squeals as he taps her bottom when he slings her over his shoulder.
His parents aren’t home, so he carries her right up to his bedroom and drops her on the mattress with a soft bounce. Becky lays back agains the pillows, laying her cheek agains the worn cotton. Smells like Luke and she closes her eyes.
“Well, this ain’t a bad view.”
She opens her eyes and smiles back at him. He leans over her for a nice, long kiss, before kneeling in front of her. He gently takes her ankle between his hands, slowly flexing it for her. He wraps her quickly, and adds a tiny kiss to her instep before smiling up at her. “Good as new, Cinderella.”
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