TVD Fic! 1/4
Nov. 4th, 2011 09:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turnonmyheelsTitle: Here Comes Another Fall from Grace (I'm Always Falling On My Face)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating: PG today, eventual NC-17
Pairing: Damon/Alaric/Mason, Damon/Alaric, Damon/Mason, Mason/Alaric
Summary: Post Ghost World -- All the ghosts are gone, or are they?
Notes: Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moosesal for the beta. Title from Placebo's Breathe Underwater
These days when I see you
You make it look like I’m see-through
Do tell me why you waste our time
When your heart ain’t admitting you’re not satisfied
You know I know just how you feel
I’m starting to find myself feeling that way too
Cold Shoulder, Adele
One second Damon was looking at him, snarking back and forth, meeting his eyes and giving back as good as he was getting. The next Damon was turning in circles shouting Mason’s name.
“You have got to be kidding me!” Mason watched as Damon punched the invisible barrier keeping him out of the cave. “Where did you go? Lassie, come back!”
Mason called out, “I’m right here.” He bent over to pick up the lantern in order to wave it so Damon could see him, but try as he might he couldn’t lift it. His hand kept passing through it. “Oh come on, not again!” Mason shook his hands out and clenched his fists repeatedly. He took a deep breath, held it in, and stood completely still for a moment. He gathered all of his energy and focus -- what? It worked in Ghost -- and tried again. The light in the lantern twinkled at him when his hand passed through it. “Fuck,” Mason growled out. “Not this again.”
“Damon!” Mason shouted as he jogged back to where Damon was throwing an impressive tantrum; stomping around and cursing Mason, the Lockwoods, the Founders, and Mystic Falls’ existence. “Damon! I’m right here.”
“The dick leads me through miles of cavern tunnels, finally finds what we’re looking for, and then he Nearly Headless Nicks it out of here.” Damon kicked futilely at the barrier several more times before giving up. He spun around and leaned back against the cavern wall staring at the opening he couldn’t pass through.
Mason grabbed Damon’s shoulders and tried to shake him but Damon was as unmovable as a marble statue. “I haven’t gone anywhere, I’m right here!”
“Why did the bastard disappear before he can tell me what it is? Damn it!” Damon punctuated each word by banging the back of his head against the stone wall. “I knew he was fucking with me.”
“I’m not fucking with you, Damon, I’m right here. They’re … drawings. They look ancient.” Mason could feel the silky-smooth cotton of Damon’s shirt as it wrinkled under his slightly damp hands. They clenched tightly enough that he could feel the weave of the fabric against his skin but there was no visible sign of his touch. “Why is this happening? I thought I was going to get a chance to settle up and make everything right.”
“Gotta get some help.” Damon pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.
“You can’t get a signal down here, dumbass.”
“Figure out where exactly we are and why I can’t get in.” Damon frowned at his useless phone and returned it to his pocket. “And how to find the way back outside.” Mason watched helplessly as Damon patted down his pockets before bending over and retrieving a knife from inside his boot. Using the wicked looking Bowie, he marked an “x” at the door that led to the drawings and arrows at every turn he took on the way back out of the cavern. “I have an invite to the Lockwood house, so we can’t be under it.” Damon muttered.
“The house is like, five miles off to the east you dumbass.” Mason retorted. “There’s not a house anywhere near here. Why the hell am I trying to talk to you when you can’t hear me?” Mason resisted the urge to roll his eyes when Damon took yet another wrong turn. “Haven’t you got any sense of direction at all?” Mason cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled as loudly as he could. “Head west.” Damon abruptly turned left at the next opportunity. “Your other west, Jesus. I’ll just go back to the cave and try to figure out what those drawings mean, you go get some help and get your ass back here as quickly as you can.”
Mason watched as Damon made yet another wrong turn, doubled back, corrected his arrow on the cave wall, and took the other tunnel. His gut was telling him he’d made the right choice going to Damon for help, but his common sense was screaming out for someone smarter and stronger. Someone like Katherine, but she wasn’t exactly hanging around the town when he corporealized. Damon and whomever he brought back would have to do.
~*~
“They’re drawings,” Tyler’s history teacher and the man who helped Damon plan his murder/torture -- Alaric -- said as he held up Mason’s lantern.
“What kind of drawings?” Damon was pressed against the barrier, craning his head sharply, trying his best to see for himself. “Can’t you invite me in?”
“Come in,” Alaric said, his focus intent on the drawings. “Come in, come in, come in, come in. See? It doesn’t work. How many more times do I need to try?” Alaric dug through his backpack and pulled out a retractable stand. He expanded it and hung both lanterns off the arms, adjusting them so he could get the most light possible on the drawings.
“What are you doing?” Damon asked.
“He’s obviously setting up to take pictures,” Mason responded from behind Alaric. “It’s the only way you’re going to see them.”
“I’m going to photograph the drawings,” Alaric said as he pulled a camera out of his backpack. “I need to do some research and it’s not like I brought my sketch pad or reference material with me. I thought we were going to retrieve a weapon, not stumble onto another mystery.”
“The real mystery is why I can’t get in,” Damon muttered under his breath. Alarm spread across his face and Damon’s eyes widened dramatically. “Shit, Ric, can you get out? What if it’s a trap?”
Alaric crossed the barrier and smirked at Damon. “I can get out. Now shut up so I can get this done. The quicker we’re finished here, the quicker we can start researching.”
“Yes, please. Both of you shut up; you’re annoying as hell. In fact, I don’t know what’s worse: being completely invisible and alone again, or the two you and your pseudo-banter-slash-bromance-slash-unresolved-sexual-tension. Could you either shut up or fuck each other stupid already?”
“Shut up, Damon. I need to concentrate. Even with the flash and lanterns these are difficult shots.” Alaric climbed on top of a nearby boulder to get even with the drawings and started snapping pictures. The camera flashed repeatedly and both men were silent. Mason breathed in a sigh of relief.
“There’s something in that top corner but I can’t make it out, there’s not enough light.” Mason pointed to the darkest corner high on the right side.
“There are some I can’t get, not in this light. We’re going to have to come back.” Alaric started packing up his gear. “I’ll bring Bonnie when I do, see if she can’t break down this barrier or at least tell us what it is if she can’t.”
“Great.” Damon rolled his eyes and took Alaric’s backpack from him, when he came out of the cave. “Another trip down the wolf hole.”
“I wish Bonnie’s spell hadn’t sent all the ghosts away. I’d like to talk to Mason. See how he knew about this.”
“Journals.” Mason couldn’t help but answer even though they couldn’t hear him. “They go back to the founding of the town. All my ancestors through prohibition kept them.”
Damon didn’t deign to respond. They made their way out of the cave and stepped into the breaking dawn. “I’ll email you the photos from school, so you can get started on them. I’ll do what I can today and pull in some reference material from Duke if we need it. Maybe call Isobel’s old assistant.”
Damon grabbed Alaric’s arm and pulled him to a stop. “Don’t call in anyone yet, not if you can help it. This could be anything from Native American to slave drawings.” He released Alaric’s arm and opened the door to his car. Alaric put his gear in the backseat and Mason took the opportunity to slide into the back of the car. “And you never know who’s working for Klaus.”
Alaric nodded and sat down in the passenger seat, slamming the car door shut behind him. “Fine. Can you drop me off at school?”
They rode in silence back into town passing a flask between them. Mason stared longingly at the bourbon and wished with all his might to get back into the game and help save Tyler.
Part 2
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating: PG today, eventual NC-17
Pairing: Damon/Alaric/Mason, Damon/Alaric, Damon/Mason, Mason/Alaric
Summary: Post Ghost World -- All the ghosts are gone, or are they?
Notes: Thank you
moosesal for the beta. Title from Placebo's Breathe UnderwaterThese days when I see you
You make it look like I’m see-through
Do tell me why you waste our time
When your heart ain’t admitting you’re not satisfied
You know I know just how you feel
I’m starting to find myself feeling that way too
Cold Shoulder, Adele
One second Damon was looking at him, snarking back and forth, meeting his eyes and giving back as good as he was getting. The next Damon was turning in circles shouting Mason’s name.
“You have got to be kidding me!” Mason watched as Damon punched the invisible barrier keeping him out of the cave. “Where did you go? Lassie, come back!”
Mason called out, “I’m right here.” He bent over to pick up the lantern in order to wave it so Damon could see him, but try as he might he couldn’t lift it. His hand kept passing through it. “Oh come on, not again!” Mason shook his hands out and clenched his fists repeatedly. He took a deep breath, held it in, and stood completely still for a moment. He gathered all of his energy and focus -- what? It worked in Ghost -- and tried again. The light in the lantern twinkled at him when his hand passed through it. “Fuck,” Mason growled out. “Not this again.”
“Damon!” Mason shouted as he jogged back to where Damon was throwing an impressive tantrum; stomping around and cursing Mason, the Lockwoods, the Founders, and Mystic Falls’ existence. “Damon! I’m right here.”
“The dick leads me through miles of cavern tunnels, finally finds what we’re looking for, and then he Nearly Headless Nicks it out of here.” Damon kicked futilely at the barrier several more times before giving up. He spun around and leaned back against the cavern wall staring at the opening he couldn’t pass through.
Mason grabbed Damon’s shoulders and tried to shake him but Damon was as unmovable as a marble statue. “I haven’t gone anywhere, I’m right here!”
“Why did the bastard disappear before he can tell me what it is? Damn it!” Damon punctuated each word by banging the back of his head against the stone wall. “I knew he was fucking with me.”
“I’m not fucking with you, Damon, I’m right here. They’re … drawings. They look ancient.” Mason could feel the silky-smooth cotton of Damon’s shirt as it wrinkled under his slightly damp hands. They clenched tightly enough that he could feel the weave of the fabric against his skin but there was no visible sign of his touch. “Why is this happening? I thought I was going to get a chance to settle up and make everything right.”
“Gotta get some help.” Damon pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.
“You can’t get a signal down here, dumbass.”
“Figure out where exactly we are and why I can’t get in.” Damon frowned at his useless phone and returned it to his pocket. “And how to find the way back outside.” Mason watched helplessly as Damon patted down his pockets before bending over and retrieving a knife from inside his boot. Using the wicked looking Bowie, he marked an “x” at the door that led to the drawings and arrows at every turn he took on the way back out of the cavern. “I have an invite to the Lockwood house, so we can’t be under it.” Damon muttered.
“The house is like, five miles off to the east you dumbass.” Mason retorted. “There’s not a house anywhere near here. Why the hell am I trying to talk to you when you can’t hear me?” Mason resisted the urge to roll his eyes when Damon took yet another wrong turn. “Haven’t you got any sense of direction at all?” Mason cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled as loudly as he could. “Head west.” Damon abruptly turned left at the next opportunity. “Your other west, Jesus. I’ll just go back to the cave and try to figure out what those drawings mean, you go get some help and get your ass back here as quickly as you can.”
Mason watched as Damon made yet another wrong turn, doubled back, corrected his arrow on the cave wall, and took the other tunnel. His gut was telling him he’d made the right choice going to Damon for help, but his common sense was screaming out for someone smarter and stronger. Someone like Katherine, but she wasn’t exactly hanging around the town when he corporealized. Damon and whomever he brought back would have to do.
“They’re drawings,” Tyler’s history teacher and the man who helped Damon plan his murder/torture -- Alaric -- said as he held up Mason’s lantern.
“What kind of drawings?” Damon was pressed against the barrier, craning his head sharply, trying his best to see for himself. “Can’t you invite me in?”
“Come in,” Alaric said, his focus intent on the drawings. “Come in, come in, come in, come in. See? It doesn’t work. How many more times do I need to try?” Alaric dug through his backpack and pulled out a retractable stand. He expanded it and hung both lanterns off the arms, adjusting them so he could get the most light possible on the drawings.
“What are you doing?” Damon asked.
“He’s obviously setting up to take pictures,” Mason responded from behind Alaric. “It’s the only way you’re going to see them.”
“I’m going to photograph the drawings,” Alaric said as he pulled a camera out of his backpack. “I need to do some research and it’s not like I brought my sketch pad or reference material with me. I thought we were going to retrieve a weapon, not stumble onto another mystery.”
“The real mystery is why I can’t get in,” Damon muttered under his breath. Alarm spread across his face and Damon’s eyes widened dramatically. “Shit, Ric, can you get out? What if it’s a trap?”
Alaric crossed the barrier and smirked at Damon. “I can get out. Now shut up so I can get this done. The quicker we’re finished here, the quicker we can start researching.”
“Yes, please. Both of you shut up; you’re annoying as hell. In fact, I don’t know what’s worse: being completely invisible and alone again, or the two you and your pseudo-banter-slash-bromance-slash-unresolved-sexual-tension. Could you either shut up or fuck each other stupid already?”
“Shut up, Damon. I need to concentrate. Even with the flash and lanterns these are difficult shots.” Alaric climbed on top of a nearby boulder to get even with the drawings and started snapping pictures. The camera flashed repeatedly and both men were silent. Mason breathed in a sigh of relief.
“There’s something in that top corner but I can’t make it out, there’s not enough light.” Mason pointed to the darkest corner high on the right side.
“There are some I can’t get, not in this light. We’re going to have to come back.” Alaric started packing up his gear. “I’ll bring Bonnie when I do, see if she can’t break down this barrier or at least tell us what it is if she can’t.”
“Great.” Damon rolled his eyes and took Alaric’s backpack from him, when he came out of the cave. “Another trip down the wolf hole.”
“I wish Bonnie’s spell hadn’t sent all the ghosts away. I’d like to talk to Mason. See how he knew about this.”
“Journals.” Mason couldn’t help but answer even though they couldn’t hear him. “They go back to the founding of the town. All my ancestors through prohibition kept them.”
Damon didn’t deign to respond. They made their way out of the cave and stepped into the breaking dawn. “I’ll email you the photos from school, so you can get started on them. I’ll do what I can today and pull in some reference material from Duke if we need it. Maybe call Isobel’s old assistant.”
Damon grabbed Alaric’s arm and pulled him to a stop. “Don’t call in anyone yet, not if you can help it. This could be anything from Native American to slave drawings.” He released Alaric’s arm and opened the door to his car. Alaric put his gear in the backseat and Mason took the opportunity to slide into the back of the car. “And you never know who’s working for Klaus.”
Alaric nodded and sat down in the passenger seat, slamming the car door shut behind him. “Fine. Can you drop me off at school?”
They rode in silence back into town passing a flask between them. Mason stared longingly at the bourbon and wished with all his might to get back into the game and help save Tyler.
Part 2
