Kiss today goodbye/And point me toward tomorrow (For Jack)
Elijah had spent the night in his study, in front of the fire, the ring anodized stake in his hands. Rebekah and Kol both wandered in a few times, his sister more openly fretful than his brother, but both of them clearly uncomfortable and uncertain.
Truth be told, he didn't blame them. There was power in the wood, power in the metal that coated it, and blood they knew upon it, even if it no longer visibly showed. Elijah was sure he could smell it.
Getting the stake back from the Salvatores before anyone tried to use it on Rebekah had been...messy, but he wasn't allowing them to harm another of his siblings, and most certainly not her. She'd done what she'd had to do to save them, while grieving, and he would not allow her to be punished for it.
He never wanted the option to arise again. Meeting Jack seemed...fortuitous, and he had ever been one to seize an opportunity when presented with it. Now that he was certain the retcon worked and that he would be the only one who knew where the stake was in space and time--and with the possibility of its utter destruction high, so long as Jack was the one to do it...He thought this would work.
His only other option was dropping it in the middle of the Pacific Ocean somewhere, but honestly, he wasn't going to risk it washing up on someone's shore and landing in unknown hands. Hurled into an expanding sun? Yes, he could work with that.
He packed it carefully, then went to find his siblings. Both wanted to know where he was taking it, but he wouldn't tell even them, not the specifics. Better if they didn't know, but just trusted him to do what was best. He promised to be back before they knew it, then headed out. One stop to ensure his witch had the strongest possible spell on the stake and to tell her--gently but firmly, and with a healthy dose of compulsion--to stay put until he came back and not mention it to anyone, and he moved through the streets swiftly to the arranged meeting place with Jack.
And prayed to anything that might listen to something like him that this was going to work.
Truth be told, he didn't blame them. There was power in the wood, power in the metal that coated it, and blood they knew upon it, even if it no longer visibly showed. Elijah was sure he could smell it.
Getting the stake back from the Salvatores before anyone tried to use it on Rebekah had been...messy, but he wasn't allowing them to harm another of his siblings, and most certainly not her. She'd done what she'd had to do to save them, while grieving, and he would not allow her to be punished for it.
He never wanted the option to arise again. Meeting Jack seemed...fortuitous, and he had ever been one to seize an opportunity when presented with it. Now that he was certain the retcon worked and that he would be the only one who knew where the stake was in space and time--and with the possibility of its utter destruction high, so long as Jack was the one to do it...He thought this would work.
His only other option was dropping it in the middle of the Pacific Ocean somewhere, but honestly, he wasn't going to risk it washing up on someone's shore and landing in unknown hands. Hurled into an expanding sun? Yes, he could work with that.
He packed it carefully, then went to find his siblings. Both wanted to know where he was taking it, but he wouldn't tell even them, not the specifics. Better if they didn't know, but just trusted him to do what was best. He promised to be back before they knew it, then headed out. One stop to ensure his witch had the strongest possible spell on the stake and to tell her--gently but firmly, and with a healthy dose of compulsion--to stay put until he came back and not mention it to anyone, and he moved through the streets swiftly to the arranged meeting place with Jack.
And prayed to anything that might listen to something like him that this was going to work.