[ It's been one month. Two weeks of daytime isolation thanks to the Packrat's recurring five finger discount, and two weeks of playing the part of the affable local mechanic. Or, was he the brains of the operation? He definitely kept the books. But his own knowledge of car parts had returned to him when everything else had. It took a few days for everything to slot into place including his guilt over lighting Elena's coffin on fire and Enzo's reveal that he hadn't. That hadn't been Elena. With his best foot forward, he blends in. He shows up to work daily, takes his lunches every day, visits a local watering hole he remembers but shouldn't (everything he remembers here he shouldn't). It's routine. Something Damon is not accustomed to, but he managed in the prison world from Hell. He doesn't have friends per se, but acquaintances. Most he can stand which is something. Not that he's seen the girl with the eye problem since his first day. He's really only as social as he has to be, until he realizes that being social might lead to actual answers. So, he starts small. Saying hi to familiar faces. Asking Bucky to lunch. It helps avoid an Elena-sized elephant in the room, with just enough for the Caroline-sized elephant to reside in the corner.
Getting snowed in proves difficult, but they're nothing if not brothers. Unfortunately, it gives Damon time to think and drink. Something that always goes well. No fires are set and they escape the blizzard unscathed, finally able to return to the outside world.
Damon Salvatore has never had a problem doing what he has to. And for once, what he has to isn't actually hurting anybody else. For once. So far. Score one for brother who condemned his brother to run for an eternity, right after his girlfriend gave birth to magical gemini twins.
Yeah, he's no less a dick here. It's just in a different context. Even if nobody sees it.
Practical things, he does when he can - and unsuspiciously. One day he claims he's organizing a blood drive for the locals, and the packs are handed over easily - with a suspicious but friendly smile. When he's confronted about that, he sticks to compulsion should he encounter anyone. By the end of month one, he has the hospital down to a science. He's tipped off to another round of accidents, having overheard something walking to his car. The people in this town are quite the gossips. He figures now's as good a time as any to go for another blood run. On the one hand, sociologically he'd judge the fuck out of the nurses and doctors who were overwhelmed the first time this happened, and on the other he hopes they're still inept, in over their frantic heads.
He doesn't acknowledge the other reason he goes.
Last time this happened, he woke up here. Stefan woke up here. Who else might.
Elena isn't at the forefront of his mind, because he still has it in his mind that she can't. She's in a coma. But, anything's a possibility. And it's better than sitting around the shop he has a fondness for he can't explain. Frustrating.. He parks near the entrance, having committed the path to the blood supply room to memory. He passes someone who emerges, someone he doesn't recognize and he doesn't have time to fill in. He gives a cursory glance around the room, one due discussing the sheriff's station - and that's when he sees her.
All bravado seeps out of him. Annoyance and determination go up in smoke. In their place, disbelief - and relief, to an extent. ]
Elena?
[ He doesn't clock her change of outfit because like everyone else she's wearing the Winter Wayward Pines collection: draft-ass hospital grade gown.
He doesn't move. He can't. He's not prepared. What is he supposed to do here? ]
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Getting snowed in proves difficult, but they're nothing if not brothers. Unfortunately, it gives Damon time to think and drink. Something that always goes well. No fires are set and they escape the blizzard unscathed, finally able to return to the outside world.
Damon Salvatore has never had a problem doing what he has to. And for once, what he has to isn't actually hurting anybody else. For once. So far. Score one for brother who condemned his brother to run for an eternity, right after his girlfriend gave birth to magical gemini twins.
Yeah, he's no less a dick here. It's just in a different context. Even if nobody sees it.
Practical things, he does when he can - and unsuspiciously. One day he claims he's organizing a blood drive for the locals, and the packs are handed over easily - with a suspicious but friendly smile. When he's confronted about that, he sticks to compulsion should he encounter anyone. By the end of month one, he has the hospital down to a science. He's tipped off to another round of accidents, having overheard something walking to his car. The people in this town are quite the gossips. He figures now's as good a time as any to go for another blood run. On the one hand, sociologically he'd judge the fuck out of the nurses and doctors who were overwhelmed the first time this happened, and on the other he hopes they're still inept, in over their frantic heads.
He doesn't acknowledge the other reason he goes.
Last time this happened, he woke up here. Stefan woke up here. Who else might.
Elena isn't at the forefront of his mind, because he still has it in his mind that she can't. She's in a coma. But, anything's a possibility. And it's better than sitting around the shop he has a fondness for he can't explain. Frustrating.. He parks near the entrance, having committed the path to the blood supply room to memory. He passes someone who emerges, someone he doesn't recognize and he doesn't have time to fill in. He gives a cursory glance around the room, one due discussing the sheriff's station - and that's when he sees her.
All bravado seeps out of him. Annoyance and determination go up in smoke. In their place, disbelief - and relief, to an extent. ]
Elena?
[ He doesn't clock her change of outfit because like everyone else she's wearing the Winter Wayward Pines collection: draft-ass hospital grade gown.
He doesn't move. He can't. He's not prepared. What is he supposed to do here? ]