Touch (9/?)
Title: Touch (9/?)
Author: coquilleon
Pairing: Tyler/Jeremy
Based on: TV series
Spoilers: Season 2
Disclaimers: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
"So are you going to give it to him?"
They are both staring at the moonstone laying between them. It is bright against the dark navy of Jeremy's blankets and it might just be Tyler's imagination, but it seems like there is a faint glow emitting from it, originating from the inside out.
"I don't know."
It's been a few hours but Tyler's head is still reeling. He'd gone straight to his room after his and Mason's little "chat" but he didn't sleep at all. He'd lain in bed, staring at the ceiling, resisting the urge to pull out the moonstone from it's hiding place and stare at that instead. He knew that it was ridiculous, knew that his uncle couldn't see through walls, but suddenly Tyler had felt as if he were being watched. The minute the sun had come up, he was up and out the door, moonstone in pocket. "I don't really have a good reason not to give it to him, except that I don't want to." He raises his eyes to meet Jeremy's. "I mean, it's just a rock. What could he possibly do with it?"
Jeremy allows his eyes to fall back onto the moonstone, but not because he needs to study it again. He wants to avoid Tyler's gaze; his own eyes have a habit of giving everything away. He wants to tell him that he doesn't think that the moonstone is just a rock and that, more than likely, it's anything but. One thing Jeremy has learned recently is that no object that someone wants this badly in Mystic Falls could possibly be innocuous.
But he can't tell Tyler that, because then he'd have to explain how he knows this. He'd have to explain all about vampires and risk sounding crazy. He'd have to tell him about Stefan, and Damon, and Anna, and... and Vicki. And in the end, it would all come down to the same conclusion: he would be putting Tyler at risk. Putting Tyler in a bad position caused by knowing too much, because even though he hates not telling him what's going on, the fact of the matter is Jeremy is already in danger because he knows so much. Jeremy hated being in the dark about things, but some days he wishes that he was still oblivious to all that was going on around on around him, and that he still thought those maulings were actually animal attacks.
He can't tell him...
Or can he?
It would be beyond wonderful to have someone to talk to about this stuff. Someone who isn't Elena, who he can't really talk to anyway because she's hell bent on protecting him and refuses to tell anything. And he gets her reasons, but still... it would be a relief...
He looks back up at Tyler to see him still staring at him. He looks so tired; his hair is disheveled, and he's wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Jeremy sighs. He can't do that to Tyler; he can't tell him about everything that's going on right around him. That answer would only lead to more questions, and the need to find more answers. More stress.
"I just think..." He pauses "I don't think you should give it up."
"Why not?" Tyler is starting to sound agitated and Jeremy tries not to take offense; it's understandable.
"Just," Jeremy shifts in his position and sighs again. "It can't just be a rock, Ty. Who threatens someone for a rock? Are you sure he didn't say anything else? About why he wanted it?"
Tyler shakes his head and looks back down at the bed. It's his turn to look away now, because he didn't tell Jeremy everything. He didn't say that Mason essentially threatened Jeremy. Offered to get rid of him. A small unpleasant shiver still prickles across his skin when he thinks this. All Jeremy knows is that Mason demanded the stone and threatened to tell his mother that he was... whatever he was. Besides, Tyler doesn't see the point in telling Jeremy anyway; it would just cause unnecessary worry.
He looks back up to see Jeremy's slightly bowed head. He already looks worried, a little too worried actually, and Tyler wonders why. Yeah, his mom might find out, but in the end that's his problem not Jeremy's. The level of discontent in his expression does not fit the situation. He pushes this thought to the side to examine later.
"But what else can I do?" he asks. "Just keep it, and wait for him to go through with what he said, and have my mother hate me? Wait for him to go after y-" He stops abruptly, but not abruptly enough.
"Go after who? Me?" Jeremy is more alert now, his eyes narrow in confusion, and the worried lines on his face deepen. "What, did he say he was going to come after me?"
"No," Tyler denies, but it's no use.
"He did, didn't he?" Tyler goes to say no again, but Jeremy cuts him off. "And don't lie to me. You've got that same look on your face when I asked about what happened to your knuckles."
Tyler feels his face flush. "Me and Dick-"
"Got into a fight, I know." He lets out a scoff. "Funny, I saw Dick before he left; he didn't have a mark on him. But that doesn't matter right now." He leans forward. "Listen, Tyler, you can't give him that moonstone."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because he's threatened to destroy your life, and he said he was going to come after me! That's something serious!"
"And that's why I don't want anything to do with this!" Their voices have raised without their noticing, and Tyler's last proclamation hangs heavily in the air. He sighs and scrubs at his face. "It's not worth it, whatever it is."
Jeremy bites his tongue. He knows that this moonstone can only be bad news, and he tries again. "Tyler-"
"Why are you so against this, Jere? Do you know something I don't? Do you know what this is, what it does?"
Jeremy lets out a sharp exhale through his nose and looks to the side. He can't tell him, he can't... "No," he looks back at Tyler. "No, I don't know what it does." He skates over the first part of the question. "I just know I don't want him to have it." Because Jeremy has no doubt in his mind that this, some how, some way, has something to do with vampires, and despite knowing a few who are okay (and Damon) he knows that, in general, this isn't a good thing.
"Yeah, well, I'm the one who has it." Tyler looks back down at the deceptively innocent looking stone, and Jeremy watches him.
He knows that he's not going to get anymore from Tyler right now; he knows the other boy well enough to recognize the set jaw and tense shoulders for what they are. Jeremy sighs.
"Did you sleep last night?"
The non sequitur makes Tyler look up at Jeremy again, his features arranged in a slightly confused expression that Jeremy can't help but find endearing. He picks up the moonstone, shifts further up the bed so he's sitting beside Tyler, their chests facing each other, and presses the smooth rock into his boyfriend's hand. "I asked if you got any sleep last night. You look tired."
Tyler stares down at the rock in his hand, already distracted again by thoughts of what it could be and why Mason wants it so badly.
"Hey," Jeremy says softly, trying to get Tyler's attention, but when this doesn't seem to work, he raises a hand to cup the side of Tyler's neck, urging him to look in his direction. "You need to go to sleep," he says when their eyes meet. Tyler's eyes try to stray back to his hand but Jeremy runs his fingertips through the short hair on the back of Tyler's neck, and the other boy's eyelids flutter and slide shut. "You can't think about this
anymore, not right now when you're so exhausted." He continues to play with Tyler's hair, as it seems the only way to keep his attention off the moonstone. "You can sleep here. You can stay the whole day, and we can relax and then we can talk about this again. Okay?" He knows Elena will probably have something to say about this (she's still wary), but Jeremy couldn't care less. Besides, it is the perfect staying in weather: grey and windy.
Tyler nods and lets out a deep breath. Eyes still closed he leans forward and presses a kiss to Jeremy's lips. Its brief and closed mouthed, but it still sends a thrill through Jeremy's body, and makes his heart jump. He resists following when Tyler pulls away and looks down at the rock one more time. Sighing, he sets it on the night stand, mumbles something about taking a shower, and gets up.
As Jeremy quietly watches him move around the room and gather clothes from the drawer, he can't help but think that he could get used to the sight, the image of them sharing a space. He imagines them really sharing a bed one day, sharing an apartment, and he allows a small upwards curve of his lips to form a little smile at Tyler when he slips out of the bedroom.
He slides down into the pillows and his eyes stray to the iridescent stone resting on top of oak. He raises his hand to pick it up, but hesitates. Stop being stupid. His hand hovers for a few more seconds before he closes the length, and picks it up. It's heavy and cool and shaped like a tear drop. He turns it from side to side, not really sure what he's looking for. Minutes pass in near silence, save for the sound of the wind in the leaves and Elena or Jenna moving about the house. It's still early, a little after nine a.m. and Jeremy doesn't doubt they both have plans for the day. Elena for sure.
She's always involved in something... always knows what's going on... An idea hovers around the edges of his mind, but it takes him a few minutes to debate it and come to a conclusion. He gives the stone one more long look and sets it down, mind made up. Before Tyler leaves, Jeremy will convince him to keep a hold of the moonstone for a little longer, and tonight he'll get Elena alone and talk to her. And more importantly, make her talk to him.
( Part 10/?)
Author: coquilleon
Pairing: Tyler/Jeremy
Based on: TV series
Spoilers: Season 2
Disclaimers: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
"So are you going to give it to him?"
They are both staring at the moonstone laying between them. It is bright against the dark navy of Jeremy's blankets and it might just be Tyler's imagination, but it seems like there is a faint glow emitting from it, originating from the inside out.
"I don't know."
It's been a few hours but Tyler's head is still reeling. He'd gone straight to his room after his and Mason's little "chat" but he didn't sleep at all. He'd lain in bed, staring at the ceiling, resisting the urge to pull out the moonstone from it's hiding place and stare at that instead. He knew that it was ridiculous, knew that his uncle couldn't see through walls, but suddenly Tyler had felt as if he were being watched. The minute the sun had come up, he was up and out the door, moonstone in pocket. "I don't really have a good reason not to give it to him, except that I don't want to." He raises his eyes to meet Jeremy's. "I mean, it's just a rock. What could he possibly do with it?"
Jeremy allows his eyes to fall back onto the moonstone, but not because he needs to study it again. He wants to avoid Tyler's gaze; his own eyes have a habit of giving everything away. He wants to tell him that he doesn't think that the moonstone is just a rock and that, more than likely, it's anything but. One thing Jeremy has learned recently is that no object that someone wants this badly in Mystic Falls could possibly be innocuous.
But he can't tell Tyler that, because then he'd have to explain how he knows this. He'd have to explain all about vampires and risk sounding crazy. He'd have to tell him about Stefan, and Damon, and Anna, and... and Vicki. And in the end, it would all come down to the same conclusion: he would be putting Tyler at risk. Putting Tyler in a bad position caused by knowing too much, because even though he hates not telling him what's going on, the fact of the matter is Jeremy is already in danger because he knows so much. Jeremy hated being in the dark about things, but some days he wishes that he was still oblivious to all that was going on around on around him, and that he still thought those maulings were actually animal attacks.
He can't tell him...
Or can he?
It would be beyond wonderful to have someone to talk to about this stuff. Someone who isn't Elena, who he can't really talk to anyway because she's hell bent on protecting him and refuses to tell anything. And he gets her reasons, but still... it would be a relief...
He looks back up at Tyler to see him still staring at him. He looks so tired; his hair is disheveled, and he's wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Jeremy sighs. He can't do that to Tyler; he can't tell him about everything that's going on right around him. That answer would only lead to more questions, and the need to find more answers. More stress.
"I just think..." He pauses "I don't think you should give it up."
"Why not?" Tyler is starting to sound agitated and Jeremy tries not to take offense; it's understandable.
"Just," Jeremy shifts in his position and sighs again. "It can't just be a rock, Ty. Who threatens someone for a rock? Are you sure he didn't say anything else? About why he wanted it?"
Tyler shakes his head and looks back down at the bed. It's his turn to look away now, because he didn't tell Jeremy everything. He didn't say that Mason essentially threatened Jeremy. Offered to get rid of him. A small unpleasant shiver still prickles across his skin when he thinks this. All Jeremy knows is that Mason demanded the stone and threatened to tell his mother that he was... whatever he was. Besides, Tyler doesn't see the point in telling Jeremy anyway; it would just cause unnecessary worry.
He looks back up to see Jeremy's slightly bowed head. He already looks worried, a little too worried actually, and Tyler wonders why. Yeah, his mom might find out, but in the end that's his problem not Jeremy's. The level of discontent in his expression does not fit the situation. He pushes this thought to the side to examine later.
"But what else can I do?" he asks. "Just keep it, and wait for him to go through with what he said, and have my mother hate me? Wait for him to go after y-" He stops abruptly, but not abruptly enough.
"Go after who? Me?" Jeremy is more alert now, his eyes narrow in confusion, and the worried lines on his face deepen. "What, did he say he was going to come after me?"
"No," Tyler denies, but it's no use.
"He did, didn't he?" Tyler goes to say no again, but Jeremy cuts him off. "And don't lie to me. You've got that same look on your face when I asked about what happened to your knuckles."
Tyler feels his face flush. "Me and Dick-"
"Got into a fight, I know." He lets out a scoff. "Funny, I saw Dick before he left; he didn't have a mark on him. But that doesn't matter right now." He leans forward. "Listen, Tyler, you can't give him that moonstone."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because he's threatened to destroy your life, and he said he was going to come after me! That's something serious!"
"And that's why I don't want anything to do with this!" Their voices have raised without their noticing, and Tyler's last proclamation hangs heavily in the air. He sighs and scrubs at his face. "It's not worth it, whatever it is."
Jeremy bites his tongue. He knows that this moonstone can only be bad news, and he tries again. "Tyler-"
"Why are you so against this, Jere? Do you know something I don't? Do you know what this is, what it does?"
Jeremy lets out a sharp exhale through his nose and looks to the side. He can't tell him, he can't... "No," he looks back at Tyler. "No, I don't know what it does." He skates over the first part of the question. "I just know I don't want him to have it." Because Jeremy has no doubt in his mind that this, some how, some way, has something to do with vampires, and despite knowing a few who are okay (and Damon) he knows that, in general, this isn't a good thing.
"Yeah, well, I'm the one who has it." Tyler looks back down at the deceptively innocent looking stone, and Jeremy watches him.
He knows that he's not going to get anymore from Tyler right now; he knows the other boy well enough to recognize the set jaw and tense shoulders for what they are. Jeremy sighs.
"Did you sleep last night?"
The non sequitur makes Tyler look up at Jeremy again, his features arranged in a slightly confused expression that Jeremy can't help but find endearing. He picks up the moonstone, shifts further up the bed so he's sitting beside Tyler, their chests facing each other, and presses the smooth rock into his boyfriend's hand. "I asked if you got any sleep last night. You look tired."
Tyler stares down at the rock in his hand, already distracted again by thoughts of what it could be and why Mason wants it so badly.
"Hey," Jeremy says softly, trying to get Tyler's attention, but when this doesn't seem to work, he raises a hand to cup the side of Tyler's neck, urging him to look in his direction. "You need to go to sleep," he says when their eyes meet. Tyler's eyes try to stray back to his hand but Jeremy runs his fingertips through the short hair on the back of Tyler's neck, and the other boy's eyelids flutter and slide shut. "You can't think about this
anymore, not right now when you're so exhausted." He continues to play with Tyler's hair, as it seems the only way to keep his attention off the moonstone. "You can sleep here. You can stay the whole day, and we can relax and then we can talk about this again. Okay?" He knows Elena will probably have something to say about this (she's still wary), but Jeremy couldn't care less. Besides, it is the perfect staying in weather: grey and windy.
Tyler nods and lets out a deep breath. Eyes still closed he leans forward and presses a kiss to Jeremy's lips. Its brief and closed mouthed, but it still sends a thrill through Jeremy's body, and makes his heart jump. He resists following when Tyler pulls away and looks down at the rock one more time. Sighing, he sets it on the night stand, mumbles something about taking a shower, and gets up.
As Jeremy quietly watches him move around the room and gather clothes from the drawer, he can't help but think that he could get used to the sight, the image of them sharing a space. He imagines them really sharing a bed one day, sharing an apartment, and he allows a small upwards curve of his lips to form a little smile at Tyler when he slips out of the bedroom.
He slides down into the pillows and his eyes stray to the iridescent stone resting on top of oak. He raises his hand to pick it up, but hesitates. Stop being stupid. His hand hovers for a few more seconds before he closes the length, and picks it up. It's heavy and cool and shaped like a tear drop. He turns it from side to side, not really sure what he's looking for. Minutes pass in near silence, save for the sound of the wind in the leaves and Elena or Jenna moving about the house. It's still early, a little after nine a.m. and Jeremy doesn't doubt they both have plans for the day. Elena for sure.
She's always involved in something... always knows what's going on... An idea hovers around the edges of his mind, but it takes him a few minutes to debate it and come to a conclusion. He gives the stone one more long look and sets it down, mind made up. Before Tyler leaves, Jeremy will convince him to keep a hold of the moonstone for a little longer, and tonight he'll get Elena alone and talk to her. And more importantly, make her talk to him.
( Part 10/?)