Aly J. (simply_aly) wrote,
Aly J.
simply_aly

Fic: Finding Forever 4/?

Title:  Finding Forever
Authorsimply_aly
Fandom:  The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters:  Elijah/Caroline, with Tyler/Caroline & Damon/Caroline sprinkled throughout
Rating:  PG-13
Word Count:  ~2000
Spoilers:  through 'Daddy Issues'
Summary:  (Alternate take on the werewolf/vampire face off in 2.13)  Elijah shows up instead of Jonas and helps Caroline after she makes an almost fatal mistake. But helping then has unforeseen consequences for Elijah, Caroline, Damon, and Tyler.
Previous Chapters:  (1) (2) (3)

Chapter 4: Something’s Changed

“Let me get this straight,” Damon says, refilling his glass of blood and whiskey. “An Original vampire’s blood can cure a vampire who has ingested werewolf blood, but there is absolutely no cure for a werewolf bite? What fucking rotten luck!”

“That’s what he told me,” Caroline says, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as Damon summarizes her conversation with Elijah—for the third time. She catches Elena’s eyes and the two can’t help but start giggling as their eyes travel from Damon, who is now pacing the floor, then back to each other.

“How do we know he’s not lying?” Stefan adds, trying to keep the conversation moving and bringing up a good point—in everyone but Caroline’s opinion, anyway. “How do we know you don’t still have a death sentence hanging over your head?”

“He wasn’t lying, Stefan—he had no reason to,” Caroline says, jumping to the Original’s defense. She doesn’t really mean to. She’s been keeping a level head throughout the conversation thus far, but calling Elijah’s honesty into question irks her for some reason. “He didn’t have to tell me any—”

“No, Stefan’s right. We can’t trust him, Caroline—it could mean Elena’s and possibly your death,” Damon interjects, sounding protective of both Elena and her for a change. Caroline just looks at him strangely, trying to figure out if his being protective of her is permanent or just temporary until this crisis is over. “You can’t trust him, Caroline.”

“We have to trust him,” Caroline insists. “He saved me Damon. I would have died last night if he hadn’t exposed that secret. He didn’t have to; he could have let me die. No one would have known he could have saved me but he did it. He kept his word to Elena and protected us. He saved me because of his deal with Elena and because—because….” Elijah’s words run through her mind then (…not a completely selfless act), and she chokes on her words. She can’t tell them that. They won’t understand, and she wouldn’t know how to explain it either for she’s just as out of the loop.

“Because what?” Bonnie, whose been listening quietly up until this point, asks, giving her a strange look.

Caroline shakes her head. “Nothing,” she says, deciding to keep that part of their encounter between Elijah and her. For this reason, she doesn’t say anything about the blood connection she has to him either. It’s another thing she can’t fully explain for lack of knowledge herself, and she doesn’t want to burden them with her problems.

The meeting breaks up shortly after that, Damon and Stefan having decided to just take things as they come while still doing more research into ways to kill an Original, because, as Alaric so kindly had pointed out, their first attempt was a complete exercise in futility.

Caroline leaves the talk of killing to the boys and just listens as they strategize. And when that’s over, she excuses herself to go fill Tyler in on all that has gone on.

She almost makes it out the door before Damon rushes over to her and grabs her arm to hold her in place. “I know you’re going to trust Elijah no matter what I say, you’re stupidly stubborn like that, so I’m just going to say be careful with him,” Damon warns her, his voice low as not to be overheard. “I know we don’t talk about us for a multitude of reasons, but even last night—even then, I could feel the change in your blood. It’s like—like I’m not as vital to you as I used to be.”

Caroline notices the fright in his eyes as he speaks the last sentence, and she realizes, maybe for the first time, how strong their connection is, even when they’ve never spoken of it before. If Caroline were still human, she’d of shivered at his speech. As it is, she simply hesitates for a moment before nodding. “I’ll be careful,” she promises before getting the hell out of there, running through the woods to the Lockwood property.

Putting Damon’s warning safely in the back of her mind, Caroline knocks on the Lockwood’s door. Tyler’s mother answers the door and smiles at her.

Caroline can see the approval on the older woman’s face and can’t help but smile back. “Hi, Mrs. Lockwood,” she says. “Is Tyler here?” There’s really no need for her to ask the question, she can sense that he is in the house, but Carol Lockwood is human and, for the most part, clueless, and wouldn’t understand that explanation.

“Yes, he’s upstairs, go right up,” Carol says, ushering her into the house.

“Thank you, Mrs. Lockwood,” Caroline calls as she races up the stairs, careful to take the stairs at a human run and not a vampire run.

She rushes to Tyler’s room and catches him lying on his bed. He looks over to her when he hears the door open and she watches him smile at the expression on her face. “I could sense you from outside, you know?”

“Must be an ingrained sense of self-preservation,” Caroline replies quickly, “because I could sense you too.”

Tyler gets off the bed and hugs her. “I’m glad you’re okay, Caroline,” he says, his voice taking on an almost prayer-like quality. “I’m so sorry for everything—it’s all my fault.”

“No it’s not, Tyler,” she says, hugging him back tightly in order to reassure him. “None of this is your fault.”

“But I believed them!” he says, pushing her away, his voice rising. “I believed everything they said even though I should have believed you instead. I couldn’t save you and you almost—you could have died, Caroline!”

Caroline grabs his clenched fists and forces him to look at her, “But I didn’t die. I’m right here, and I’m fine because you did believe me in the end. You were on the right side.”

Tyler snorts, “Yeah, I switched sides, right before it was too late. And I offered—it could have been my blood that killed you.”

“It doesn’t matter, though, I’m okay—I was saved. Elijah—” Tyler growls possessively when Caroline says Elijah’s name, and Caroline stares at him in shock. Before he can notice the pause, she continues, “Elijah’s blood is special, Tyler. It heals vampires who drink werewolf blood.”

“How do you know that?” Tyler asks. “That guy—he left right after what he did with you…he didn’t explain anything.”

Caroline cringes, having a feeling that her words are about to make him mad. For whatever reason, he seems to despise Elijah and what she’s about to say is not going to assuage that feeling. “He was…he was in my house this morning when I woke up,” she admits. She then watches his eyes widen and glow golden for a moment.

“He’s a vampire!” Tyler exclaims. “They need to be invited in. How did he get in?”

Caroline wonders this too, and she has a theory, but doesn’t share it with Tyler. Instead, she suggests, “Maybe it’s because he’s an Original. They seem to have more powers than normal vampires. Maybe he doesn’t need permission to enter human houses.” She sees the anger in his eyes and the way his fists are clenching again and knows she has to keep talking before he gets it in his head to do something stupid. “Anyway, we talked. He told me that his blood heals vampires from werewolf blood, that he’s here protecting Elena so he can draw Klaus out of hiding and kill him, and that he and Elena made a deal.”

“What’s Elena doing, making a deal with a vampire?” Tyler asks. “Doesn’t she have enough problems?”

“She wanted to keep everyone safe and Elijah promised to do so—which is why he saved me—only if she does as he asks.” Caroline moves them to the bed and they lie down facing each other and talk honestly for the first time since Jules had told him about what Caroline was keeping from him. They talk for hours, and Caroline fills him in on all the things she couldn’t tell him when he wasn’t allowed to know everything. Soon, she finds that it’s dark out and she realizes she’s hungry. She looks at Tyler and whispers, “Are you sure you’re okay, Tyler?”

“I’m fine,” he says. “Why do you ask?”

“First you find out about Mason, and then the only other werewolves that could have helped you all end up—end up….”

Slaughtered.”

Caroline nods. “I know I haven’t asked before, but, I wanted to make sure you’re okay. That can’t have been easy for you to watch.”

Caroline sees the pained look in his eyes and she knows she’s right. It did affect him more than he’s shown so far, but she suspects he’ll never admit to it. He feels too guilty as it is to have been involved in what they did to her, that he doesn’t feel comfortable admitting to missing them. “If it came down to you or them—I’d of picked you,” he deflects, not looking at her anymore. “I couldn’t have trusted them after that anyway.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t wish they’re still alive,” she points out. “They could have helped you understand what it means to be a werewolf. They could have been there for you. They could have—” Tyler stops her words with the small shake of his head.

“No—not after what they did to you.”

And it means everything to her that he puts her ahead of the people that, if things had turned out differently, could have been his family.

Caroline gets off the bed and says goodbye soon after that.

“You can stay a little longer,” he tries to persuade her, still lounging on the bed.

Caroline just laughs. “It’s after ten, Tyler. I don’t want your mom to get the wrong idea about us.” She notices the strange glint in his eyes when she says ‘wrong idea’ but she chooses not to press the matter. A part of her doesn’t like the conclusion she’s drawing in her mind and doesn’t want to verify it.

“I can drive you home,” he offers. “I’ll even stay the night to make sure you’re okay.” At first, she almost smiles at the protectiveness, but then she sees the look on his face and she realizes it’s not him being protective of her.

Elijah.

It’s possessiveness, which isn’t the same thing at all. “No,” she tells him angrily. “I can handle myself, Tyler.”

He gets off the bed and grabs her wrists, moving them across the room and pushing her into the wall. “I can feel it you know,” he whispers, and she notices how similar he sounds to Damon with those words. “Something’s changed between us since that guy made you drink his blood. He’s done something to you, Care, and I’m just trying to protect you—bring you back to who you were before—” he doesn’t finish, instead choosing to kiss her.

Caroline kisses him back briefly, her mind stuck in memories of how it could have been between them. But although she still cares about him, although she doesn’t blame him for what happened, she hates the way he’s blaming Elijah when it’s not his fault at all. So she breaks the kiss and breathes heavily, “Before Brady tortured me?” she hisses, throwing him off of her. “Yeah, I’ve changed, Tyler, and is it really any wonder?” she says before storming out of the house.

(Next Chapter)
Tags: art: fanfiction, character: caroline forbes, character: elijah mikaelson, pairing: elijah/caroline, tv show: the vampire diaries
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