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bingo field: Jeremy
characters/pairings: Jeremy/Tyler, Damon/Alaric, Carol Lockwood
rating: PG
word count: 610
summary: post S2 finale, it’s the night of the full moon, Jeremy just wants to help Tyler
“Fuck,” Jeremy curses and bends down to pick up the shards of the broken plate.
“Any time,” Damon drawls from the doorway as he watches with a lazy grin, his arms crossed over his naked chest. Jeremy snorts and doesn’t respond - the best way to deal with Damon lately, especially as he has always been in various states of drunkenness these past couple of months.
“Want a sandwich?” Jeremy murmurs but then curses again when he cuts his hand and blood pools in his palm. Damon is at his side in a flash, a predatory smirk on his lips. Jeremy tries to pull his hand out of Damon’s iron grip but fails.
“Fuck off,” he growls, somewhere between anger and fear. Damon just laughs at first but Ric enters and just his presence seems to change everything. The lightness disappears from Damon’s eyes and his whole body seems to stiffen with painful restraint. Once again Jeremy understand why Elena had to leave - even worse than being constantly reminded of Stefan’s absence, was watching Damon lose his hold on his own hard edge.
“Let go,” Jeremy says, not even completely sure if he’s asking Damon to ease his hard grip or to abandon all restraint. “Let go or I swear I’ll stake you with the leg of a chair.”
Even a few months ago Damon would have pulled a muscle laughing at the ridiculousness of that threat but now his eyes are slightly dilated and motionless as if he was not even truly conscious of what’s going on, and only when Ric pries his fingers off Jeremy’s arm does Damon seem to snap out of it. But then his face transforms into a grinning mask and he forces casual indifference into his stance.
“What crawled up your ass?” he says, and then his grin brightens. “Or rather: who didn’t?”
“Fuck you,” Jeremy snarls and storms out of the house.
***
Only after Jeremy has been knocking for at least five minutes does the door open, and uncertainty takes him over for just a few moments at the sight of Mrs Lockwood’s icy stare.
“Yes?” she says tensely - the closest she would ever get to a fuck you.
“I need to see Tyler,” Jeremy says as politely as he can manage through his nervousness.
“Not today,” she smiles without kindness and is about to close the door in his face but he presses his palm against it, surprising them both. But he knows there’s no time to lose: it’s the full moon today, no one really knows where Caroline is, Tyler is too proud to ask anyone for help, and Jeremy is not about to let him go through with this alone.
“Please, Mrs Lockwood. It’s important, I don’t want him to be alone today.”
As soon as the words are out he curses inwardly and is quickly trying to come up with a really unconvincing but at least not at all supernatural explanation but Mrs Lockwood’s eyes flash with understanding.
“You know,” she says with less hostility than he would have expected.
“Yes,” he nods. “I didn’t know you…”
“I’m his mother.”
Jeremy tries not to snort. Even though Tyler’s relationship with his mother seems to have improved lately, he would never have pegged her for the perceptive sort.
“I just want to help him,” he says.
“Why? You used to hate him.”
Jeremy tries not to show his surprise that she even noticed. He just shrugs.
“Things change. I… care about him.”
Mrs Lockwood watches him intently for a few more moments and then nods.
“But if you hurt him…”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Good,” she says sternly. “Because you could. Badly.”
characters/pairings: Jeremy/Tyler, Damon/Alaric, Carol Lockwood
rating: PG
word count: 610
summary: post S2 finale, it’s the night of the full moon, Jeremy just wants to help Tyler
“Fuck,” Jeremy curses and bends down to pick up the shards of the broken plate.
“Any time,” Damon drawls from the doorway as he watches with a lazy grin, his arms crossed over his naked chest. Jeremy snorts and doesn’t respond - the best way to deal with Damon lately, especially as he has always been in various states of drunkenness these past couple of months.
“Want a sandwich?” Jeremy murmurs but then curses again when he cuts his hand and blood pools in his palm. Damon is at his side in a flash, a predatory smirk on his lips. Jeremy tries to pull his hand out of Damon’s iron grip but fails.
“Fuck off,” he growls, somewhere between anger and fear. Damon just laughs at first but Ric enters and just his presence seems to change everything. The lightness disappears from Damon’s eyes and his whole body seems to stiffen with painful restraint. Once again Jeremy understand why Elena had to leave - even worse than being constantly reminded of Stefan’s absence, was watching Damon lose his hold on his own hard edge.
“Let go,” Jeremy says, not even completely sure if he’s asking Damon to ease his hard grip or to abandon all restraint. “Let go or I swear I’ll stake you with the leg of a chair.”
Even a few months ago Damon would have pulled a muscle laughing at the ridiculousness of that threat but now his eyes are slightly dilated and motionless as if he was not even truly conscious of what’s going on, and only when Ric pries his fingers off Jeremy’s arm does Damon seem to snap out of it. But then his face transforms into a grinning mask and he forces casual indifference into his stance.
“What crawled up your ass?” he says, and then his grin brightens. “Or rather: who didn’t?”
“Fuck you,” Jeremy snarls and storms out of the house.
***
Only after Jeremy has been knocking for at least five minutes does the door open, and uncertainty takes him over for just a few moments at the sight of Mrs Lockwood’s icy stare.
“Yes?” she says tensely - the closest she would ever get to a fuck you.
“I need to see Tyler,” Jeremy says as politely as he can manage through his nervousness.
“Not today,” she smiles without kindness and is about to close the door in his face but he presses his palm against it, surprising them both. But he knows there’s no time to lose: it’s the full moon today, no one really knows where Caroline is, Tyler is too proud to ask anyone for help, and Jeremy is not about to let him go through with this alone.
“Please, Mrs Lockwood. It’s important, I don’t want him to be alone today.”
As soon as the words are out he curses inwardly and is quickly trying to come up with a really unconvincing but at least not at all supernatural explanation but Mrs Lockwood’s eyes flash with understanding.
“You know,” she says with less hostility than he would have expected.
“Yes,” he nods. “I didn’t know you…”
“I’m his mother.”
Jeremy tries not to snort. Even though Tyler’s relationship with his mother seems to have improved lately, he would never have pegged her for the perceptive sort.
“I just want to help him,” he says.
“Why? You used to hate him.”
Jeremy tries not to show his surprise that she even noticed. He just shrugs.
“Things change. I… care about him.”
Mrs Lockwood watches him intently for a few more moments and then nods.
“But if you hurt him…”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Good,” she says sternly. “Because you could. Badly.”