Fic: Breakfast (Elena/Stefan)
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xfirefly9xTitle: Breakfast
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Characters: Elena/Stefan
Prompt: She's running out the door
Word Count: 471
Rating: G
Summary: She’s gone when he wakes up.
Notes: Written for this prompt. 6/6/12.
She’s gone when he wakes up. He can tell - he can’t smell her scent anymore. The house has little patches of her perfume left, but not enough to confirm for him that she is she there. He wets his lips with his tongue. Frowns.
When he makes it downstairs, he goes straight to the front door. It hangs open. Yes. She’s gone. He knew it, but this only gives him proof. This decides it for him.
He wonders what he did. He must have done something to scare her off. Maybe she isn’t as ready to be with him - a vampire - as she originally thought. Maybe she’s scared of him. Maybe she changed her mind. Maybe she doesn’t want him anymore, and getting physical with one another again made her rethink her actions and regret ever being with him.
It kills him that maybe he hurt her. In whatever way, if he did something to make her feel bad, he wishes it back. He is supposed to protect her from the world, not be the force that ultimately destroys her. But so far, it looks like the only thing really harmful to her is him.
He frowns and leaving the door open, wanders back inside a bit, where he stares at the couch for a minute. Then, he digs in his pocket for his phone. He brings her number up on speed dial, studies the photo he had taken of her to go alongside the number. His thumb hovers over the call button.
To call or not to call? He wonders.
And then he senses movement outside. He can still smell her perfume but its duller now. He stares at the still open door, squints into the sunlight, waits. Who is it?
He waits and watches the doorway and he hopes.
He’s surprised to see her hurry back inside, swearing slightly when she sees the open door, and then glancing up and giving him a sheepish grin. She turns around again to close the door. It shuts with a soft ‘click’.
“I got breakfast,” she says, holding up two white paper bags.
“I thought you went home.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” she teased.
He smiled. So maybe she was tougher than she looked. He had always known she was strong, had loved her for it, but somehow he had let himself think less of her. “I’m glad,” he said.
He leaves her in the dining room to set up their breakfast, and goes in search of a jumper. He pulls it on over his head. Then, he heads back down. This time he isn’t afraid to return to an empty room. This time, he’s smiling as he pads down the stairs. And this time, Elena is smiling back when he reaches the dining room.
fin.
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Characters: Elena/Stefan
Prompt: She's running out the door
Word Count: 471
Rating: G
Summary: She’s gone when he wakes up.
Notes: Written for this prompt. 6/6/12.
She’s gone when he wakes up. He can tell - he can’t smell her scent anymore. The house has little patches of her perfume left, but not enough to confirm for him that she is she there. He wets his lips with his tongue. Frowns.
When he makes it downstairs, he goes straight to the front door. It hangs open. Yes. She’s gone. He knew it, but this only gives him proof. This decides it for him.
He wonders what he did. He must have done something to scare her off. Maybe she isn’t as ready to be with him - a vampire - as she originally thought. Maybe she’s scared of him. Maybe she changed her mind. Maybe she doesn’t want him anymore, and getting physical with one another again made her rethink her actions and regret ever being with him.
It kills him that maybe he hurt her. In whatever way, if he did something to make her feel bad, he wishes it back. He is supposed to protect her from the world, not be the force that ultimately destroys her. But so far, it looks like the only thing really harmful to her is him.
He frowns and leaving the door open, wanders back inside a bit, where he stares at the couch for a minute. Then, he digs in his pocket for his phone. He brings her number up on speed dial, studies the photo he had taken of her to go alongside the number. His thumb hovers over the call button.
To call or not to call? He wonders.
And then he senses movement outside. He can still smell her perfume but its duller now. He stares at the still open door, squints into the sunlight, waits. Who is it?
He waits and watches the doorway and he hopes.
He’s surprised to see her hurry back inside, swearing slightly when she sees the open door, and then glancing up and giving him a sheepish grin. She turns around again to close the door. It shuts with a soft ‘click’.
“I got breakfast,” she says, holding up two white paper bags.
“I thought you went home.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” she teased.
He smiled. So maybe she was tougher than she looked. He had always known she was strong, had loved her for it, but somehow he had let himself think less of her. “I’m glad,” he said.
He leaves her in the dining room to set up their breakfast, and goes in search of a jumper. He pulls it on over his head. Then, he heads back down. This time he isn’t afraid to return to an empty room. This time, he’s smiling as he pads down the stairs. And this time, Elena is smiling back when he reaches the dining room.
fin.
