Fic: Stand a Chance (Damon/Elena, Stefan/Elena)
Title: Stand a Chance
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Characters: Damon/Elena, Stefan/Elena
Prompt: #009 her
Word Count: 297
Rating: G
Summary: “Tell me you didn’t compel her too.”
Notes: Written for 50scenes. 1/10/12.
“Who is she?” Elena asks, flippantly, gesturing at the handbag slung over the back of the couch Damon’s sitting on. Only he knows she’s anything but flippant, because he can sense her heartbeat kicking up a notch.
“Just a friend,” he says easily. He lets a lazy smirk cross his face and then turns from her to walk across the room. He collects a glass of scotch from the table and takes a mouthful.
“Really, Damon. She’s not another of your...”
“My what? My conquests? My-”
“Your victims,” Elena butts in. “Tell me you didn’t compel her too.”
He studies her a moment and then smirks some more. “You don’t want me to tell you that.”
“What?”
“You want me to tell you that I did compel her. Because then, she didn’t come willingly. And then, you still stand a chance with me.”
“Damon, no. I told you I’m fine. It’s fine. I’m back with Stefan and you’re free to be with whoever you want.”
They stare at each other. Elena is first to break away.
“What are you here for, anyway?” he asks.
“When have I needed an excuse to be here?” she returns. When he doesn’t answer her, she sighs. “I’m here to see Stefan. We’re going for lunch.”
“Oh. Right.” He turns from her, but not in time to hide his disappointment.
“Damon, I-”
Footsteps sound behind them and suddenly, they’re no longer alone. “Hi,” Stefan says.
“Hey,” she replies, not taking her eyes off Damon.
“You ready?”
Finally, she looks away. She nods to Stefan, smiles a bit. The smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah. I am. Let’s go.”
They head for the door, leaving Damon alone with his drink, a scowl and the handbag of his latest attempt to move on.
fin.
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Characters: Damon/Elena, Stefan/Elena
Prompt: #009 her
Word Count: 297
Rating: G
Summary: “Tell me you didn’t compel her too.”
Notes: Written for 50scenes. 1/10/12.
“Who is she?” Elena asks, flippantly, gesturing at the handbag slung over the back of the couch Damon’s sitting on. Only he knows she’s anything but flippant, because he can sense her heartbeat kicking up a notch.
“Just a friend,” he says easily. He lets a lazy smirk cross his face and then turns from her to walk across the room. He collects a glass of scotch from the table and takes a mouthful.
“Really, Damon. She’s not another of your...”
“My what? My conquests? My-”
“Your victims,” Elena butts in. “Tell me you didn’t compel her too.”
He studies her a moment and then smirks some more. “You don’t want me to tell you that.”
“What?”
“You want me to tell you that I did compel her. Because then, she didn’t come willingly. And then, you still stand a chance with me.”
“Damon, no. I told you I’m fine. It’s fine. I’m back with Stefan and you’re free to be with whoever you want.”
They stare at each other. Elena is first to break away.
“What are you here for, anyway?” he asks.
“When have I needed an excuse to be here?” she returns. When he doesn’t answer her, she sighs. “I’m here to see Stefan. We’re going for lunch.”
“Oh. Right.” He turns from her, but not in time to hide his disappointment.
“Damon, I-”
Footsteps sound behind them and suddenly, they’re no longer alone. “Hi,” Stefan says.
“Hey,” she replies, not taking her eyes off Damon.
“You ready?”
Finally, she looks away. She nods to Stefan, smiles a bit. The smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah. I am. Let’s go.”
They head for the door, leaving Damon alone with his drink, a scowl and the handbag of his latest attempt to move on.
fin.