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roadrunnermuses2014-07-20 10:32 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote in roadrunnermuses2014-07-20 10:32 pm
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open post } { pointless shippiness
I really wanted shippy things and didn't feel like combing through memes. So I made a post! Comment to this post with your characters, who you want and an option from the list below, and I will start a thread. Shenanigans will ensue.
OPTIONS:
1 - Fluff
2 - Angst
3 - Crack
4 - Surprise Me!
IF YOU CHOOSE SURPRISE ME, it will probably be crack. Because I'm in that sort of mood.
Muselist is HERE and it's not completely updated, but I'm going to try and do that tonight. You may select SURPRISE for what character you want, but if you do it will likely be a crossover ship of my choosing. I don't really do M/M slash, but M/F and F/F are both fair game. Annnnnnnd that's it.
... Go, fight, win!
because i miss them also
Because she is Elena Gilbert, she is never not in trouble, and because they live in Mystic Falls, the trouble gets bigger and more complicated by the day. So when something fast and huge snatches her off the street and heads right for the woods, Alec is right on it's heels, at least as much as he can keep up.
He doesn't wait for back up, because that's an easy way to lose the trail. He just keeps following it up until it stops. And goes up. His eyes scan up the tree, eyes zooming in as they get further away from the ground, and there, about the length of a football field off the ground, is Elena.
"You gotta be kidding me."
:3
And right now, she is surprisingly and momentarily distracted from whatever the hell has got her by the talons - it is definitely some kind of mythical bird that should not, for all intents and purposes, exist - as she notes, possibly for the first time in all of the time she has known Alec McDowell, that he is keeping up and he is running fast. Very fast. Inhumanly fast.
It's also possibly why the screaming is cut off abruptly.
"Alec?"
Since when the hell is he so damn fast? Lucy, you may have some 'splaining to do. Y'know, later, when she is not in the middle of another near-death experience.
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Because really, who else would it be? He doesn't think for a second that he's managed to do something to blow his cover, he's just focused on the puzzle of getting Elena out of this tree situation. The first branch is a good ten feet above his head, but for someone with his particular skills, that isn't really a problem.
Just more of a temporary obstacle.
"Just sit tight, alright? I'll be right there."
Yes, Alec, because where else is she going to go, dummy?
Regardless of the obviousness of that statement, he launches himself up to land easily on the first branch, before starting to climb up branch by branch, working slowly as he goes so as to not rattle the tree too much.
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Of course, the terrifying mythical bird sees Alec landing easily on that first branch, more like a cat than human at the moment. Boo. It's becoming glaringly apparent that he'll more than catch up to them, and the bird might not get his food in peace. Or rather, his food is starting to look like far more effort than she's worth. (Elena is offended by this, just so that everyone knows. She is more than worth her kibble bites.)
Anyway. The bird wants to foil Alec's plans so it just lets Elena go, tbh. From such great heights. Off to the ground you go. Screaming ensues as she starts to fall, etc.
:')
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But this isn't the problem at the moment. The problem is making sure that Elena doesn't go splat on the forest floor. His mind takes half a second to judge the distance before taking a flying leap off the branch in question and catching her in his arms.
So now they're both falling! Yaaaaaaaaay. But don't worry, Alec totally has a plan.
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"Tuck your head into my shoulder. Keep your arms and legs in if you can."
They're still falling, this is clearly an A plus plan, but just do as he says, Elena, and he promises a minimum of scrapes and bruises. This is also probably a plan that would break all the laws of physics, but what can you do? He's a transgenic. They break the laws of physics on a regular basis.
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In this case, she does as she's told, tucking her head into his shoulder as her arms wrap tightly around his neck, closing her eyes against him. She shouldn't trust him; not when she is having the startling and surprisingly painful realization that for all the things Alec McDowell knows about her? Elena doesn't apparently know much of anything about him.
She shouldn't trust him, but she does, bracing herself for a deadly impact that never quite comes.
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He keeps his eyes closed for a moment, taking stock of things for a moment to make sure there's nothing broken on his end (everything hurts but nothing's broken, that's a relief), before opening his eyes slowly and looking up at her.
"You okay?"
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Elena's heart is pounding furiously against his own chest as she lies on top of him, her palms splayed across the ground at either side of his head. She's thought of this before; being close to him like this, and what she would do if they were.
She ends up doing none of those things. There's too much she doesn't know, and she's aware of that now. But he still saved her life, and he could still be hurt, so she offers a hand to help him up, not quite meeting his gaze.
"I think that's my line," she says, perhaps too quietly as she carefully begins to extricate herself from his arms.
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He was built to be fine.
Explaining that he's built is mostly the hard part.
He can see the questions on her face, and he takes the offered hand to pull himself up to his feet. He breaks her grip almost as soon as he's on his feet, not wanting to push her if that's not something she wants. He knows he's got explaining to do.
"I'm not a vampire." It seems like the first really important thing. "Or a werewolf or a hybrid."
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Elena's hand slips away just as quickly, and she lets it drop back to her side. She's angry and she's hurt, and she realizes she has no right to either of these emotions. Realizes she wasn't owed anything, if it wasn't what Alec wanted, either.
She just thought he was the one place in her whole mess of a life she could trust these days.
"Oh." She nods, like it makes sense, except none of it makes sense. Or was she really that stupidly and willfully blind? "Then who are you?"
Who, not what. If she's learned anything, it's that no matter what he is and what he kept from her, he's still a person. A person she cares about.
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"Who," however, is a much more nebulous question. "I'm still trying to figure that out most days," he admits with a bit of a "heh," but that's about all the joking that's allowed. "But I'm what's called a transgenic. Which basically means I was built in a lab."
There's a pause.
"Well, they occur naturally sometimes, but in my case, I was grown out of a petri dish and have feline DNA. I'm basically a great big multimillion dollar science project."
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She swallows, because the answer is harder to hear than what she had been expecting.
(She doesn't have to ask if Damon knows.)
"That's not all you are," she says, even as it's needless and unwanted, but then, what does Elena know?She doesn't know who the hell she is any more than he does. A copy of a copy of a copy. Pieces of Katherine and Tatia and Amara, things that already were before she even existed.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
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"I know. But it is what I am. As I said, who I'm still figuring out. I've only really had room to for a couple of years, and even then it's taken ... work."
Work breaking through the Manticore brainwashing and the way their training dictates his thinking. It's not an easy thing to do, they're the ones who taught him how to think.
"Because where I'm from they want us really, really dead. It's ... a self-preservation instinct. And after a while it just ... didn't seem to matter."
More to the point, he didn't want it to matter. He wanted to play at being normal, to see if he could figure out what Max saw in it, and although he didn't really play as normal as he could have, pretending to be a real boy might help him to figure out the big giant "who" question.
"I should have. Probably when I found out about the whole vampire thing. But ... I guess it just didn't come up."
That is the most bullshit excuse. Excellent job, McDowell. But he doesn't know how else to convey that it wasn't a matter of trust, it was a matter of comfort. He figured it would come out eventually. He just didn't think it would be like this.
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This isn't about her, this is about Alec, and his initial reason for wanting to keep it concealed is a good one. Elena just thought -
It doesn't matter what she thought, either.
"I guess it didn't," she answers, perhaps more flatly than she meant for it to. She's just incapable of sounding casual and unaffected about it. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. You don't owe me anything, after all."
Whatever she'd assumed about their closeness is on Elena, not Alec.
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Which is why he feels like crap about this. He owes her so much because from day one she hasn't treated him like he was some kind of insane freak, talking about falling through a hole in time and space. He falters for a minute, before looking down at his hands again.
"There's just no real easy way to say that you're a genetically engineered assassin and you've been trained to kill people since you were old enough to walk."
She treats him like a person, but really how much of that would change once she really understood the things he's done. He's still figuring out this whole emotion thing and while he knows that Elena lives with vampires and Stefan and Damon's hands aren't exactly clean, there's a difference between killing for food, killing because it's a biological imperative, and the cool, clinical detachment of a trained killer.
"There's a lot about this - " Basic human interaction, figuring out how to connect with people, how much is too much. " - that I still don't really know how to do."
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Not the fact his hands aren't clean. Not the fact he was made to kill. It's stupid and she's easy but she can't change how she's built, either.
And that's not really a social norm thing so much as an Elena Gilbert thing.
"You don't have to," she says, after long, several stretches of silence. Her voice is thicker than she means for it to, and her own head has been ducked the whole time. "You don't have to know all the time, or always say the right thing. You're my friend, and that means I'm going to care about who you are and why, and you can trust me with that."
It still stings and she needs to figure things out, but she gets it. She does.
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"I'm sorry."
For what it's worth, he didn't mean for her to find out like this. He glances down at his hands again for a moment, before glancing back up at her again.
"You can ask me whatever you want. Now that you know - " It seems kind of pointless to keep the rest of it a secret.
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Except asking all of the questions she wants to know now that the hand has been caught in the metaphorical cookie jar doesn't feel right, either. And she does have questions. There are a million things she wants to know about what he's just told her. Just not like this. Not because there's no other reason not to, anymore.
So she shakes her head quietly. "It doesn't have to be now, or all at once. Whenever you want to tell me something, you should." Whatever it is, whenever it happens. But he shouldn't be put on the spot like this, either.
Elena looks up at the sky again and sighs quietly. "Let's just go home, Alec."
She's wanted Alec to have a home of his own, and she doesn't know if she's succeeded in that, but she can hope one day she will, if nothing else.
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"Sure." He turns to head back out the way he came in, impeccable sense of direction kickign in. "Let's go."