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Is it bad to ask for Stefan/Caroline this soon after you've written fic for them?

Hmmmm what abouuuuuut
Jawyercita! Haven't had any of them in a while :)

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That you have written: Community - Annie/Jeff

That you haven't(?) written: Big Love - ~~Anything~~ Bill/Margene
Pushing Daisies - Olive/Chuck (could be gen!)
True Blood - Bill/Jessica (doesn't have to be romantic!)

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Dollhouse, Alpha/Echo. I'm getting predictable!

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Harper's Island, Abby/Henry.

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Caroline/Tyler?

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ONE.
Stefan lights the match that burns the Salvatore boarding house to the ground. Caroline stands beside him and holds his hand.

Side-by-side, they watch it burn.

TWO.
They bury Tyler together.

Neither of them were there when it happened, and they both curse themselves for finding his body cold, the telling spray of blood across his face.

"He was all alone," is all Caroline can say, placing a bouquet over the mound of fresh dirt -- wolfsbane and vervain bound together.

"Everybody's alone, Caroline," Stefan tells her, taking her into his arms. And even as he says it, Caroline doesn't really believe it. She closes her eyes and doesn't let go of him for a very long time.

THREE.
Caroline kisses him first.

It's been decades, and they're in the middle of a holy supernatural war, and though their colors reveal that they're on different sides, Caroline had thought he was dead.

Both of their faces are marred with dirt and blood, and both of their hearts are heavy with the knowledge that they've been played, like hundreds of thousands of soldiers before them in every war since the beginning of time. Stefan drops the gun he's holding to the ground, the one filled with wood-tipped bullets, and it lands with a thud on the wet, solid earth at his feet.

He never picks it up again.

FOUR.
They like to pretend that they don't know each other. After the wave of knowledge spreads across the world, the earth's religions find some way of covering it up again. Destruction has a very useful way of covering up the truth, and pretty soon there's no one left alive who remembers it. In times like these, their immortality once again becomes something they have to hide.

So they pick a place, a town, somewhere they haven't been before, sometimes even a place that they have. They arrive separately, make friends, start separate lives. Stefan even gets married once, to pass the time.

He fucks Caroline in the back seat of his family car, his wife and step-children sleeping at home.

She takes no care in trying not to mark him, make him bruise, make him bleed.

Secretly, even though she knows that he is hers entirely, she wishes he wouldn't heal.

FIVE.
Stefan kisses her last.

She's in his arms and dying -- the doing of a Lockwood descendant come back to remind them of their past, to seek revenge for some long-buried grudge.

Stefan carries her out to the riverbank and throws both of their rings to the bottom.

"No, don't," Caroline pleads with him weakly.

"I've lived a long life," Stefan tells her, brushes back her hair with his thumb. "We've lived a long life." He kisses her then, presses his lips to hers, and waits for day.

-fin

Edited Date: 2011-03-25 11:44 pm (UTC)

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Oh wow dude this is amazing. What a punch to the gut - the whole thing! But written so so so beautifully. Poor Tyler :(
I especially love #4. I love that detail of Stefan getting married to "pass the time", that is just such an affecting thought.
And the end *sniffle* oh you two.
Thank you SO much for this. You are awesome :D

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ONE.
Jessica never did like her father much.

Most teenage girls don't, she suspects, but as we all like to think that we're different and special, she holds the disdain she held for her father in a higher regard than she might the average girl's fatherly hate.

She likes Bill though, she thinks. And even though maybe he's not all that thrilled about being a father figure, she's sure he'll get used to it.

Eventually.

TWO.
So, she kind of has a crush on him.

This don't last for long, but even after it passes, it's hard for her not to look at him with a kind of reverence and childlike admiration.

"Jessica Hamby, I am not a man to be admired!" He will tell her this very matter-of-factly, exclamation point stressed, when he catches her looking at him in this way.

Are so, Bill Compton! Sometimes she says this part out loud, sometimes not. But she is always thinkin' it. No matter if she tries not to.

THREE.
When the law passes, and Jessica finally marries the love of her life -- that'd be Hoyt Fortenberry for those playin' along at home -- Jessica asks Bill to be the one to walk her down the aisle.

She's pretty sure he's doin' whatever the vampire equivalent to blushing is when he tells her that he will gladly take on the responsibility.

"I would be extremely honored," he says.

Jessica giggles, jumping up and down as she does.

"Oh, for Christ's sake," Bill says. (But he's still smiling.)

FOUR.
Jessica only messes up once after that first year.

Bill doesn't get mad or shout at her or even seem too angry. Instead he helps her hide the body, gives her another calm lesson on control and perseverance, even during hard times.

"You'd never suspect you lived through the Great Depression," she jokes, but apologizes when she catches sight of his glare.

"Here, take this," he says, picking up the two shovels leaning against the trunk of a tree and handing her one.

"Thanks, Bill," she says after a moment, digging the blade into the hard earth.

"Yeah," he says, following suit. "Well, you're welcome."

FIVE.
More than anything, Bill Compton taught her how to be human.

In the years that pass until she can no longer count them, she always comes back to that idea. Being a vampire comes easy. Being a killer is instinctual and the hardest thing in her life she's ever had to fight. Without him, she wouldn't have been able to. She would have never had Hoyt. She would have never had a family or people who truly cared for her. Without Bill Compton, she'd have been a monster, plain and simple.

She uses what she learned from him to teach Hoyt, when the time comes. Fact is, she uses it to get through every waking moment.

"They really have thought of everything," Hoyt says, one night, Jessica curled next to him on the couch, a show about singing shark tamers playing on the TV.

"You know," Jessica says absently, not paying attention to Hoyt or the story on the screen. "Bill Compton was not such a bad guy."

Hoyt chuckles a little and kisses her forehead. "No he wasn't, baby. No he wasn't."

-fin

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That's it. It's settled. You are the greatest thing alive. Ever. In the history of all things, fictional, imagined, or real. I hope one day I can fully express just how awesome this is, and how thankful I am that people as talented as you walk amongst us mortals. Love, love, love!

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Aw wow I really love this.
The style of whole thing is so pitch perfect and so wonderfully in character.
And that last section totally made my heart grow like three sizes ;)

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Hee! Nowaiman! *grin*

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it. They were fun to write. This is my first (and possibly last) foray into this fandom and it was just a smidge easier than I imagined. But I think it's because I love their relationship.

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Thank you!

Aw, Hoyt and Jessica! How can you NOT love them?

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How many replies can there be to one comment? Gee.

Here:
http://crickets.livejournal.com/433874.html

I made a post cause it was to long for a comment.
(I totally just typed that it was too long for a comet! Hahah!)

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Wlskjdsf, agreed! I was nearly crying at the idea of them reliving "the old days".

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Don't worry -- I'll convince you to do more!

You can't just show me how talented you are at these characters voices and disappear from the fandom forever! BLASPHEMY. You'll be back *rocks back and forth* Oh, you'll be back.

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I won't do it now because you've already written me two amazing things lol but if you were to do a meme like this in the future, would you feel comfortable writing West Wing fic?

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You know I don't know if I would feel comfortable. They're so... talky, those chatterboxes. I did write that drabble once but I feel a little uncomfortable attempting anything longer than 100 words, ahha. That said, I guess anything is possible?

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Hahaha true, they're always talking a mile a minute. That would be really hard. Don't blame you :)

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She has this vague memory of seeing him once -- before all of this, before Rossum.

It was in a park somewhere, and she was with her friends. She can't remember how old she was, but she remembers that it was a hot day and that Alpha was walking a dog on a leash across a grassy opening. She remembers watching him kneel down to give the panting animal some water, stroking its back as it drank, and later playing fetch with the dog, tossing a stick high into the cloudless sky and across the field.

"Dalmation?" he asks, curiosity on his tongue.

Echo nods. "Yeah," she says, her eyes transfixed on his, hoping he remembers too.

"I," he draws the word slowly. "I know that dog."

She reaches for him, drawing him close to her. "Do you think it was real?"

Alpha places a kiss on her forehead, smiles at her. "It is now, I guess."

-fin

Edited Date: 2011-03-27 04:50 am (UTC)

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By the way! Thank you! I thought I had replied to this comment already. Guess not! I am so glad you like this. I know it was a little depressing but I thought you might like it anyway! I love writing them. I love them.

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Here is your fic & stuff. Hey it's kind of the longest one yet! You're special!

http://crickets.livejournal.com/434544.html

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