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I’m not in love with her. You know that, you felt that. The truth of the matter is that I’ll never love anyone as much as I love you. You have never chosen me. We’ve done horrible things to one another. And for some reason I still end up here. In front of you. Looking at you. Wanting you, loving you.
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I told you, I don’t wanna join your super secret boy band.
Robert Downey Jr. as Tony Stark in IRON MAN 2 (2010)
Christal understood the annoyance that came with Jeremiah; with the Clarks – hell with the supernatural world and not knowing what was about to come next. She knew it. The blonde was not a huge fan of it but this was the life that she had been given and she had taken decisions that had led her here. Making her way over to Robert, she gently guided him backwards towards the nearest sofa in their place – such a strange concept to think about their sofa – who would’ve imagined that after all the punches that they each gave each other that they were able to finally make something that resembled a home. Pushing him down carefully she ended up climbing onto his lap, “I think we should just play it by ear, how bad can it be? I don’t think Juliette is going to welcome Jeremiah back with open arms and Jeremiah isn’t stupid enough to start war world three all on his own. I think we just enjoy these moments we have and prepare ourselves for whatever shit storm is about to come,” Though she had a pretty wild imagination of what was going to come – and even with it she did not know how she was suppose to protect them – how they were going to protect themselves from the shit storm that was about to start. “Rumor is that Jeremiah has thrown his name into the hat for Thea’s affections too so maybe Everett walks out of this with no one and chooses his family for once and doesn’t fuck up.Exactly, you’re just going to end up getting stressed out, just come on – get your mind off it.”
Robert could think of many ways this could be bad. Most of them were tied back to how removed they seemed to be from everything that was happening. He knew that sticking his nose in business that wasn’t his never really worked out for him. And sometimes even when he didn’t stick his nose where it didn’t belong, he wound up in situations that didn’t work out well for him. It seemed that you could easily divide the world into people who got a pass and people who were held to a higher accountability. He and Christal were on opposite sides of that divide. “Of course she is, he’s family,” Robert said, “family sticks together if you’re a Clark. Or 80% of the Adolphs.” Even Kol wasn’t immune to the siren call of family. “Jeremiah never acts on his own, that’s what worries me,” he said, “he’s already convinced at least three people he’s worth protecting. Four if you count Juliette.” That seemed to be ho wit started and it just spiraled from there. He sighed. “I wanted to come back to do my duty and to help Felicity, but after what happened, there’s no reason for her to be involved,” he confessed, “so I don’t know why any of us are here.” Robert would put his life on the line for a good cause but there wasn’t any here as far as he could see. Just dead dreams of Felicity’s which were not worth spilling blood over. “Jeremiah and Thea?” he repeated, “I can’t see Thea leaving Everett for Jeremiah, or the thought of them being together,” he rolled his eyes, “i really don’t understand what makes that man so attractive.” He’d been confused with Gemma, with all the women who couldn’t get enough of Everett. His only redeeming quality and Robert used the term lightly, had been he was a decent enough friend. “I hate feeling like a sitting duck.”
“Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. Who the fuck really knows?” She knew that no one was going to do anything till they felt certain about everything; meaning that they had seen all the consequences and were alright with them. The only thing that they were able to agree on was that a shit storm was about to take place real soon and they were all going to hit, “If we were smart we would be having sex – laughing – going on dates and making the most that we can till everything hits the fan and we have no choice but to deal with shit,” she laughed knowing how that was going to be the last thing that they would do because deep down all of them were excellent at fucking things up themselves, “You know? Should be getting a hotel and just locking ourselves into the room till we just can’t hide and we can fuck at every surface or have a corny date – like have a game where we have index cards and write questions we’ve been dying to ask each other and flip them – you know? What teenagers probably do – at least enjoy the good till the really bad fucks things up,” sighing, she tucked her hair behind her ear, “I can’t speak on it. I am guilty of that just like the next person. I thought my dad was a hero till recently, so – let’s not even go down that road. – I just don’t think you being mad is going to make things any different so you could be using that energy somewhere else.”
“Who the fuck really cares?” Robert questioned, “how many chances are we supposed to give these people when they don’t change?” Robert was not hopeful when it came to the Clarks--or those particular ones anyway. Juliette seemed to be the only one who had her shit reasonably together. And even that was ‘reasonably’ and not entirely. Robert had gotten over his fear of magic, he had gotten over a lot. But he couldn’t exactly forget that the Clarks were the one who had put him in this position. “Can’t we deal with this shit and do the other things?” he said, “before we’re once again caught completely unprepared and can’t do anything about it.” The Clarks always seemed to use people’s sense of security to really fuck them over. The thing that really troubled him was the fact that Felicity was inevitably going to try and help both sides. Protect everyone but not go against the Clarks. It would take something big for that to happen. And unfortunately Everett getting back with Thea was not big enough to push her over the edge. At least not while she was making progress with Justin. Maybe if everything blew up he wouldn’t wind up torn between the side he wanted to be on and the side he was obligated to be on. “I know, you’re right,” he admitted, “there’s literally nothing I can do anyway to get ahead of it. Why bother even trying?”
“We all want things right now,” She wanted Jeremiah dead again. There was no doubt that she was not alone in that sentiment but it did not matter what either one of them wanted, especially since no one was going to act on it. Christal stared at the door and imagined the huge hole that should be there in the shape of her, somehow she was still here. “I think people had their reasons – right or wrong I don’t care but we don’t trust each other and can you really fault anyone for that?” She was still trying to figure out her own trust issues and this lovely new event that had managed to take place was not helping them. Robert though – well at least she knew she could trust him to a degree. Hey she never said she had correct all her trust issues. “I think you should calm down,” she suggested as she pushed herself off from her chair and walked over to him, the tips of her fingers tracing his jaw before tucking his hair behind his ear, “Because we both know that this is the warm up. This isn’t the time to get angry and all riled up, he will take advantage of that. Hopefully everyone is smart enough and knows that instead of reacting freshly off emotions,” She was thankful that she had stopped at the door, Jeremiah probably would’ve guessed that she would run and who knows what could’ve happened. “We just have to outsmart him. I have faith in us that we can do that.”
Logically he knew that she was right, but it was hard to hear that with the anger and frustration coursing through his veins. The anger itched under his skin, like it was feeding off of itself. And his jaw hurt. That was a sobering enough realization to at least get him to pull back from the rage, just a little. The last thing they needed to add to this equation was a giant black eurasian wolf. This was the danger of being a newer wolf, even though he felt by now he should have this shit down. It had taken him a long time to learn to be a vampire without ripping someones throat out, now it was about learning to be upset apparently without transforming. Felicity had warned him that being unanchored made this harder but Robert had accepted that facet of this. If he was going to be learning everything he’d learn that part of this to. “If I say that being angry makes me feel better, does that count?” Robert asked, trying to reach for that calm. “Why are we waiting?” he demanded, “are we really supposed to sit around and hope that he’s changed?” Robert was usually willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. To a point. But Jeremiah, Connors, all of them were past the point of getting more chances. At some point it was just how screwed over do you want to be. “How do we outsmart blind familial loyalty?” he asked, “all of human history has been trying to do that and no luck so far.”
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Jeremiah being alive terrified Christal enough to want to run – and do not get it wrong Christal had started packing and ready to leave Robert a note of farewell. She understood why he had to stay but it didn’t mean she had to as well. But when she picked up her keys and was ready to leave she wasn’t able to execute her plan instead she dropped her bags and managed to wait till Robert came back. The truth was that she was in love with this man and any life out there without him wouldn’t be worth it if she was not with him, yes the realization of this made her want to barf as well and yet she was at a place where she could accept the truth. She never told Robert how close she had been on bailing again, she figured he had enough on his plate to even hear about how close she had been to going back to the old person that she had been. “We both know you’re not going to go anywhere. Think right now we just have to wait to see who is going to make the first move,” her money was on Juliette. She was high on emotions and she had always disliked Everett as it was – not to mention Jeremiah threatened the life that she had built for herself. “Felicity needs you around not to mention that if you leave you won’t be able to live with your choice and you’re already cranky as it is – I don’t know if I would stay if you get even an ounce more angry,” she joked – because at this point there wasn’t much more to do.
“I want to though,” Robert stressed. The best he could do in the circumstances. He wished that it could be as simple as that. He wished that he could say screw all of this and just go to the beach with the woman he loved. He’d done it before but things had not been like this. “There’s a damn good number of reasons to do it. More than I need.” He was sure Christal wanted to run. Running was what she did, what she knew. The fact that she hadn’t split when he got back to the apartment was a surprise even to him. “Don’t you think the first move was already made when this was done and no-one thought to mention a damn thing?” He clenched his jaw, “how is anyone supposed to trust each other if no-one is being honest? No-one learned anything from Singer.” That was the last time he remembered anyone being able to work together. But Singer had dug wounds so deep that he didn’t think anyone would be able to close it. But this sure as hell wasn’t helping and now Jeremiah was back to being involved. “How is this man involved again in making the people of this town hurt each other?” he demanded. That seemed to be Jeremiah’s most incredible talent and the man could shoot fire out of his fingertips and rivaled Robert for the number of times he had been brought back from the dead. “I’ll stay this level of anger if he behaves and at the end I get to put my fist through his chest.”
Robert didn’t understand how people could be surprised that Everett had once again fucked up and once again Jeremiah was back. How anyone could have not seen that coming was beyond him. Sure Robert may have had a faint hope that things were different but that had been years ago. When it had seemed like there was something genuine between Felicity and Everett rather than Everett killing time before he ran away like the coward he was. But it had just been a glimmer. “I hear Panama is lovely this time of year,” Robert spoke into the silence. He wasn’t afraid of Jeremiah. Not anymore. It was hard to be afraid when you had been murdered and brought back as even more of a monster. But he was afraid of what Jeremiah being back could do to Christal. Once again he found himself torn between duty to his family and duty to his heart. Or maybe it was his heart that was split, he didn’t really know. On one hand he wanted to run, on the other he didn’t want to be a coward. It was the same position he always seemed to find himself in and god he was exhausted by it. “We should have kept going when we had the chance, shouldn’t we?” he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “we shouldn’t have stayed.” But deep down he knew that one way or another, they would have wound up back here. Facing this. Because unless they ended it once and for all, it would always come back to this place, these people, this enemy. “If we get rid of them both, do you think that means they can’t bring each other back?” he asked, “I vote we try that.” @grootrps
As she turned her index ring she knew that there was nothing else to add. Things would play out and they would have to go by ear when it came what was next for them. Christal was hoping that she would end up with him and that they would remain untouched, but she knew that placing that much stock on simply what she wanted was not enough to ensure that they would be ok. What she could do was enjoy every second that they had together left before whatever storm came. “It’s a hero complex, Robert. Write it up however you want. It is not a bad thing. It’s just who you are, it’s fine. I fell in love for you – you don’t owe me any more explantation,” Christal was not going to get into any mess because she was staying far away from this one. Even if Isabella did get involved she knew better than to try and get into that mess. “You sure you didn’t have googly eyes for my sister? Because from what I was told you two were doing some hardcore PDA,” she shared while she scrunched her nose and tugged her sweater sleeves in front, “Uh huh – I am sure Kol told you various of times to stay away from me. Think you and Alejandro are the only two idiots to disobey him when it came to that,” that bat was talented against everything else but that clearly. “No. I want them all to go back from wherever they came from and never come back,” she responded rapidly before retracing her words, “Whenever everyone starts showing up you know something is going to go down. I guess I still have PTSD with everything that took place that i am not ready to go to masquerade balls that turn into firing squads or for memories to be erased or waking up to a different life that we would’ve had – I – as boring as it sounds just wanted to focus on us. – and I know with Bella and Kol back that means the people I care about are not far behind”
“It’s not a hero complex,” Robert protested, “it’s that I completely betrayed everyone last time. I want to be a better person this time around.” The complete betrayal had come at the hands of Victoria and going insane, but still. Robert didn’t believe that he got off scott free because of that. People still had to pay the price and he owed it to them to make things right, not just be another person who took their clean slate and ran off into the sunset. “I want to do better, I just don’t want to risk us to do it.” Growing up, Robert had always been told that he would die for his bit of coastline. He’d always put his freedom ahead of everything else, not realizing that not having ties wasn’t real freedom. “I don’t know who told you that but they need to get their eyes checked. There was zero PDA going on. A few conversations that involved zero flirting. And if it was Kol who said that it was just because he was being Kol.” Robert had always preferred him with Emma but Kol belonged to the other Adler sister. Always had, always would. Which was a pity because Robert remembered how happy the pair had been together before Bella showed up with a kid. “So then lets just focus on us and if I have to go and do some kind of “heroics” I’ll hurry back as soon as I can. And let’s both stay away from those masquerade balls.” He shuddered at the thought. He still didn’t understand why Felicity who was arguably the most bulletproof hadn’t just gone after Jeremiah. No, he did understand and he knew that she wouldn’t unless she was ready to get rid of Justin which was never going to happen. “I thought we figured out the memory thing well the last time Esther did that,” he could feel his face heat up, “the other lives thing--lets hope that one doesn’t happen again.” He’d managed to kiss Gemma while being with Emma and that led to a mess he didn’t ever want to unpack.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just I know what we’re going into,” Which was an entire war where people could switch on one another in a blink of an eye. She hated it, but she had this stomachache or perhaps it was her gut just reminding her how last time had gone. How both had been pulled in opposites direction and they had doubted each other. both of them had. Christal had chosen Robert, the moment that she had decided that she wanted to play a game of mini golf on the roof of a building and took a step into his ship she had chosen him and yet at the same time Alejandro in the middle of the war had been enough to tempt her; add placing Jeremiah in her head and it was enough to make her suicidal. If Jeremiah was back, she knew it wasn’t going to be .a walk in the park. Even if they both knew what they were to each other and where they stood, what if that was not enough? “Things change when you start to do things for others. I’m not going to stop you, you have to do what you have to do and I’ll be here for as long as you let me – but I am not joining this time, Robert. I can’t.” There were lives that were going to be lost and she knew she was being selfish but hadn’t she given enough of herself to these things? Jeremiah had nothing over her – she knew who her father was now. She knew he was alive and his choices. She knew about her own sister – any advantage that he had once had on her was over. There was some peace with that information – and for once she was actually going to look after herself and put herself first. “True, he is back in town. So is your fling – Isabella. Almost feel like I should put a homecoming banner.”
“As do I,” Robert couldn’t say that he wasn’t nervous about what was going to happen. He’d have to be insane to be calm about it. But he had a little spark of hope that maybe they would be alright. That maybe this would make sense and things would go the way they should. After all this was another round in this stupid game and he was ready to be done with it. He just didn’t want his own needs to cost others their lives and happiness “I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do,” Robert said, “And I’m not trying to be a hero I just feel responsible. I don’t want to let them down.” He had seen people think that someone was going to be there and then them not be there. Hell he had been on both sides of it. And even if he had learned to forgive himself and accept the role that was played in his own failure, it didn’t change the fact that he had a failed and he didn’t want to do so again. He didn’t want to make another person go through what she had gone through if he could help it. “My--what?” Robert said, wrinkling his nose, “my fling? God no. Isabella is your sister and she’s Kol’s--whatever she is. I’m a believe in freedom but that’s not a line I’d cross where Kol’s concerned.” He’d jumped all over the line that was ‘don’t date my friend’. Obviously. But Kol was clear about the whole don’t date my ex thing. “Besides, it’s a none issue. I was never attracted to your sister. Even in that way that all men are supposed to be attracted to females.” He’d never even wanted to get with her. When their friendship had turned to flirting on her part he’d taken a huge step back because that was not a road he ever wanted to go on. Just another thing to add to the evidence that he’d never seen people make the switch from friends to lovers successfully. It was like a love triangle, it just always ended horribly. “Do you want to have a homecoming party for them? Or a double date or something?” Even if Kol would beat him soundly, he didn’t want Christal to feel odd about what was going on with them.
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She wasn’t upset with Robert. In many ways she knew that this was coming and yet she had thought they would have more time. She pulled out the bottle that she had brought, of course she had thought that the conversation would be going in a different manner but yet this had happened and she couldn’t run from it or pretend that it was not happening. “I get it. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I just – I am not doing it.” Of course she would say that now but the moment someone got hurt she would begrudgingly drag herself to the battle zone. Someone had to give her credit for things being somewhat different; usually she was volunteer as tribute and jumping up and down or being involved in the mess that was about to be made whereas here she just wasn’t interested in any of it. Instead she was terrified because she had something to lose; Alejandro could die – maybe. But lose him? It was impossible to lose someone that she had never had when she had wanted it so it wasn’t a true loss. Not compare to what was sitting in front of her; she had done her best to not care but he was the only one that she had actually managed to let in. Not only had she let him in but she was in love with and the possibility of losing him this time, she knew it would hurt a hell a lot more especially if it was permanent. “It’s important to you,” the whole notion of helping someone else, even if in the grand things of things it was insignificant and that he could do better when it came to his life. “We both know that people are going to go through this even if you want it or not. We’re talking about Jeremiah and Victoria who both love playing people and creating; plus Kol is back which means Klaus is not far and Isabella is here too,” Her sister was once back in town and no she didn’t know that Christal had made up with Robert so there was that lovely conversation to have. “I’m just saying think about that when you decide to play the hero and about us – because there is a us.”
Robert had done both in his lifetime, chosen duty over love and love over duty and if there was one thing he could say it was that there was no winning in the choice. Not with the world, not with the subject of your affections. You had to choose what you were comfortable with because you’d be defending it until you were blue in the face. “It’s not more important to me than you,” he said. He couldn’t turn his back on everyone, he couldn’t be that kind of coward, but he wasn’t going to pretend that being with her didn’t make it tempting. “I’m not the one anyone is after, but we both know where it’s going to go.” Robert was never the true focus, he was the perfect second son. The backup. It was a role he was very good at playing. Of course his own nature usually meant that when focus was on him it tended to blow up spectacularly. “I know they are. Most of them didn’t ask for it either. But they’ve forgiven me for my fuck ups. I don’t want to turn my back on that if I can help them.” He left of the need he felt to help in general. He always had felt it. But that was how he had been raised. To be a protector. Being a hunter was hypocritical now, but he couldn’t say he didn’t fit the broadest definition of it. “Kol would kill me long before he killed Esther, but maybe he’s decided to choose Juliette over her.” Not likely but a man could hope. “I know there’s an us now and I care more about that than I can say properly, I am not choosing them over us. I just can’t abandon them for us.” Their relationship had ruined a staggering amount of lives when he thought about it, probably including their own. But they had battled back from that time and time again. He could only hope that they would do it this time again. “Actually come to think, about it, the greatest threat is probably Kol wanting to kill me, don’t you think?”
Before he had even opened his mouth Christal had known that this was coming. While she wished she was surprise she wasn’t. It was not Robert’s fault. It was not even Jeremiah’s fault. This was just the game that was going to keep on replaying over and over. Now it was Jeremiah back then it was the king then Klaus and then in between there were other names. It was just what the supernatural world compose of. She had been happy far away and no where near the mess but the world love to play a cruel game with her. At the moment she could’ve wished that she would’ve just stayed away; but at the same time she knew that she wouldn’t be a fraction as happy as she was at the moment in front of him. “I don’t know what to tell you – you do what you must and I will do the same.” The last time they had tried to have a plan and that had just resulted her in having to share her mind with Jeremiah and the two man that had managed to make significant impact in her life. “So we can just play it by the ear and see how it all happens” her hands went up in the air giving up any expectation and any requirements, “You already know how i feel and have everything to make a decision.”
Robert saw the look on her face and knew that it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. But whereas before he may have been panicked about the disappointment and frustration, instead he knew that it wasn’t directed at him or at them. That they could talk about this and not have it all go to hell because they had different views on this. “I can’t just let people get hurt because Felicity’s downstairs brain has a thing for unrequited love,” he said, “Hopefully she’s learned her lesson but who the hell knows.” Now that Thea was running around along with half the town, Robert’s only hope was that the pair of them got together before the love triangle nonsense started up again. “We can’t just be at the mercy of Jeremiah or Everett or whoever thinks they rule the world these days. Not again.” Robert knew he was probably overstepping and should bite his tongue, but at the same time he was sick of looking over his shoulder for trouble. “I don’t want to get involved, but I can’t stand by if people are getting hurt again.” Not now that he had the ability to actually do something about it. Her disappointment turned sharper when he said he couldn’t just stand by if Jeremiah came for Callum. Callum seemed like such a likely target, if nothing more than because of his marriage. Robert understood how it could be hard to have anything resembling sympathy for a person like that. But there had been a time where no one had any sympathy or wanted to help him. No-one deserved to feel that way. “I know how you feel. And if I could--” he stopped. No, that wasn’t true. “I did horrible things when I became this,” Robert admitted finally, “unspeakable things. If there’s a chance that I can keep someone else from having to go through that--if I can save even one person, that’s worth something. It’s inconsequential in the scheme of things, but not to me.”
“I wouldn’t say bffs” Best friends forever just sounded like a lie. Even a bigger one if they put the two females into the equation. Christal was better at admiring Felicity from afar and just offering her silence whenever it was possible. Hell she avoided having to talk to the Original for as long as she did, but she had broken that rule once – stupid Singer. He had done more damage than good and she would fight anyone that thought otherwise. “She and I are far too different and at the same time have too much respect for each other to be friends.” Listening to Robert she could not find a lie in his words or something that she could fight against. Instead she realized that the harsh truths that he was stating were truths that she herself knew as well but had done her best to avoid. So she just looked at him and gave him a slightly sad shrug knowing that she could not offer anything else. “It won’t make any sense,” she quipped as she closed the space between them, perhaps this was dumb luck but she had come to think that perhaps this was just how things were suppose to go. With them having a second go around with this Jeremiah shit? “If Jeremiah stays in his lane and doesn’t get near my head – or you, I am not going to get involved. I can’t control what you do but I am trying this new thing where I don’t make others problems my problem. I am aware how selfish that sounds but look around Robert – this – this…” How could she explain this to Robert? Even though he was perhaps one of the few people that actually did see her, sometimes she felt like he could not possibly understand her considering the years that she had on him, the traumas that she had done her best to just hide. “I love you,” the words fell as if she had been saying it effortlessly for years, it no longer was a question that she was struggling with, “We’re getting our lives. I like waking up to you. Sharing a house with you.. I don’t want to take over the world. I don’t want the power – I don’t want the games. We will be fine if we are pushed into this mess again but as for a option or opinion – this is their mess and I’m down being a pawn in a game I never wanted. Especially now that I have something worth losing.”
How was he the one complicating things this time? Well, that was usually how it went if he thought about it. His entire life was one story of not doing what he was supposed to after the other. Sometimes it was things he wanted to do, a lot of the time it was things he knew he was supposed to want to do. This time it seemed to fall somewhere in the middle. “I don’t want you to get involved if he comes near me,” Robert said, “there’s a very good chance that I’m going to be dragged into this because of the Pack. As much as I’ve tried to keep our relationship out of this, I can’t ignore what happens to them. It happens to me too. But separately from us, if that makes sense.” This was between them, but Robert had been more or less juggling his Pack duties and his relationship with some success. Of course Jeremiah was probably going to fuck that up. Either because of his fascination with Christal or because of what he probably still wanted to do to Ezri. There was also the likely chance that Felicity’s whatever connection to Everett would get them involved, but if that happened she was being an idiot. “I know that you can take care of yourself, but I don’t think you should get swept up in what happens just because of what happened.” He’d traded an intolerable sire bond for something mildly more tolerable, but he wasn’t overall thrilled about it. Robert hated taking orders. Blindly following them was what had gotten his brother killed and, well, it got him killed too in the end. This last time anyway. “I really wish that it was as simple as us against the world,” he said. Maybe deep deep down, he was afraid of once again getting dragged in so the Clarks could teach Felicity a lesson about someone who didn’t want to be with her. No one seemed concerned about teaching Everett that same lesson, but the females always seemed to pay the higher price. Robert had been raised to a protector, but he wasn’t sure how he had wound up at the crossroads of so many groups. He’d been raised to protect people. People and his family. Mostly from the very things he was now trying to protect against others. It was all maddeningly confusing and not something he was sure he would ever fully get used to. “Also if Callum gets attacked I have to help him. Not just because of the Pack thing. He’s a little monster but I don’t want to see him go back to being a psycho just because we were all wrapped up in our own shit and didn’t realize he was in trouble.”
She just did not want to repeat the past. They had both grown and changed, she wanted a break from the cycle. Christal hoped that he understood that and as he spoke she knew that he did which explained the relief that she exhaled. “I don’t think we know that ourselves. I know, strange since I just told you but I rather not become bffs with her. We have a good thing going.” It was one of the friendships – one could call it that, right? That Christal actually had grown to respect and appreciate, there was no need to taint it. The woman was not one to actually keep real relationships going. Within her span of existence she had always trusted just Kol and then there had been Alejandro – it didn’t make sense the latter but she had always known he would not actually kill her. Now she was not so certain about that; even if her gut told her nothing had changed. The hybrid didn’t want to accept that because then her decision and actions of moving on with someone else just left a sour taste in her mouth for him. Even to this day she still felt like she owe him something, that somehow their story had become a chapter versus the book because of an action or a statement that she herself had said, even if it was logical. “Ah, I am not talking to Everett. I say that with all the respect that I can muster up for the man. I just don’t want to deal with another man and his philosophical blabber,” She had done that too much. Christal could instantly recall being on a ship and having to sit beside an original werewolf and contemplate his decision of wanting to die and stating that the world was a better place without him. Something that had never been true but sometimes – and this – this right here had been perhaps the biggest lesson for Christal to swallow – sometimes the way that someone treated someone else had less to do with that person and more with the individual’s fight with their own personal demons. And by godly did Alejandro have a lot of demons. “I just don’t want to do it over again. The mind games and the power – and the killing. I just wish I didn’t have a stake in this. And if my father had decided to be just a father instead of making chess pieces with my sister and I, I probably would’ve gotten that,” But no, life was never that kind towards Christal. At least this time she had Robert – “I am not saying we should get married right now. That is not even – nope. I do want to – someday when we both want to because you’re right – forever is a whole different thing with us.” And yet she could not thing of a better person to spend the rest of her mornings and nights with. She could not imagine her life without the male in front of her, and she didn’t want to. “My vote is to kill him. But my piece in this is a lot smaller than others,” Jeremiah was just an ass that had played with her mind; he was not her brother or her cousin. He was literally just the bad guy in her book – and being a former bad guy – she knew that in someone’s book he was someone’s good guy. Life was complicated like that. “Maybe one day we will be able to. Just you and I.”
“I have a hard time picturing the two of you being bffs,” Robert said, “I’m just saying you could talk, that’s all.” Robert immediately regretted his words about Everett and someone talking to him. He disliked him as anyone’s boyfriend, but just as a fellow person Robert hated the man. Or as much as he hated anyone he didn’t respect. Christal was the only person who had pulled the face changing, death faking thing and gained his respect back. And only then because she had told him and they had both taken time to cool down. Actually he’d lost Robert’s respect long before that. But as the king of giving people additional chances, that had sealed the deal. “I wasn’t volunteering you and I’m sure as hell not the right person for the job,” he said, “I was talking abstractly. I’ve spent enough time trying to convince some very violent people that he’s not the person they should get worked up about.” The thing that everyone seemed to forget was that he was a hybrid and a lot of other people were too. Because of the Clarks. Robert, specifically, had been turned to teach Felicity a lesson. All because of her feelings for Everett. And when it had counted, he had refused to help any of them. No-one had forgotten that on the hybrid front and for him to just leave again had confirmed every bad thing that he had been trying to convince them wasn’t true. Of course it was true. Of course Everett was really that bad. Robert had no intention of sticking his neck out for that man in any capacity again. “This isn’t a comparison,” he said, “family means something, we all know that. But it also clouds everyone’s judgement. Your piece might be small but it might be the only thing that will do what makes sense.” Everyone’s hands were being tied up in knots. Robert’s weren’t. Not for now anyways. And he didn’t know if they would be. The only one he had any sort of loyalty to was Felicity and he didn’t know which way she would go. She wasn’t close with Justin and obviously the Everett thing made loyalty there a non-issue. He knew where Ben stood and he doubted Callum would be able to turn things either way. There was a window to kill him, save everyone a lot of grief and not face consequences past the whole murdering someone thing. “I don’t think we should run away,” he said, “but I think if we want to be able to, we have to make that one day come ourselves. Not just wait for it and hope it will happen.”
Christal was not one for friends; even her sister Isabella was more of a stranger than a friend. Yet she took some comfort in knowing Felicity and Everett – aside of Alejandro and Justus those were the other individuals that she had known since the start. Right along of Klaus; needless to say she had managed to rub elbows with people that she never had wanted to. Christal from the start had just wanted to ride horses and travel the world; it hd been her father that had sent her down this road that she still was stuck at. One of the many improvements that she took pride was that she actually did listen to Robert and didn’t dismiss. That had been a nasty habit that she had picked up when she had been queen and even more when people started to fear her versus listening to her. “I do care.” The little three words were probably more impactful than the normal three words that left most males speechless. The truth was that she did care about Felicity but she knew their dynamics and how both of them were perhaps too similar to actually have a friendship; it would not be too long before the other one tried to outsmart the other or let their agenda take over. That did not take away from the part that she did admire the red hair woman from afar and thought she did deserve better than the males that she had ended up with. “All I am saying is that we too were in that place and we have managed to become in a better place,” she stopped her pace when he caught up to her, her following actions being that of closing the gap with two minor steps forward as her hands took his and fell between their spaces, her fingers caressing his knuckles. Christal was not one for having emotional talks or laying onto the table. If it was not food then it had no business being laid on the table; yet she knew that Robert was right. This tactic of avoiding conversational topics did not go well in the world that both of them lived, “I do care about Felicity but we’re not meant to be friends and I am okay with that. However a world without Everett and Felicity not being able to work together is one that Jeremiah will thrive in. But you are right that is not the reason for this conversation,” It was just a minor distraction that she had wished to keep up, instead she ended up taking another step forward, her eyes laid on his chest before locking up with his.”I don’t want to lose us. And with everyone coming back and the rumors of Jeremiah coming back alive I just – I don’t want to do that again.” She tugged her lip down as she let his hands go and let her digits run through her hair, “I know it’s stupid and I swear I used to mock people that said the following thing that I am going to say. But I just want to go on dates – maybe have a garden and a white picket fence with a stupid mortgage that we will have to get a loan to get. Go travel the world – go to cooking classes – I don’t know define what the hell we are and maybe one day get married – I don’t want another war where we all become pawns and where that side of me comes out.” Especially the one that would do anything to keep Robert safe. The was the big downside to falling in love; it allowed everyone to know what your weakness was. Not to mentioned last time Jeremiah tried to use the person she loved against him Robert ended up folding and walking away. “I’m terrified of the wrath Jeremiah will bring.”
Robert was the first to acknowledge that she had a reason to be afraid. He couldn’t pretend that he didn’t get nervous when he thought about things like that. The difference was that at some point the small steps had stopped being small and they had stopped being scary. His greatest fear had been putting a label on things and having them fall apart. But when they had, they hadn’t. “Do either of you know that?” Kol had said that he and Alejandro were the same type of idiot, but Robert had, at best, a passing respect for the original that was long gone after so many fuck ups. But he didn’t think that Christal and Felicity knew the other cared. “We’re in this place because we both wanted to be,” he said, “I know we needed space at one point and it was good long term, but I never liked being away from you. Even fighting with you was preferable. It was certainly the most honest I was during that time.” He’d tried to move on and tried to forget until he had been forced to take a moment and acknowledge that he wanted to be around her. As simple as that. “Alright if that’s important, then someone’s going to have to talk to Everett about what he’s supposed to do on that front. It’s not rocket science, but I don’t think the man has any idea.” Robert was against that whole thing but he had learned from Kol that sometimes being an outsider didn’t mean you knew everything about a relationship. But someone was going to have to check and see if that was what Everett wanted and if so someone was going to have to coach him. Felicity always needed people more than she wanted to admit. The question was whether or not Everett needed her as well and Robert didn’t have an answer. “God, I don’t want to do it again either,” he said, “but we aren’t in the same place as we were. We’re in a committed relationship, we are just taking things slowly. I know and respect that you don’t do divorce and we’re both immortals. Til death do us part takes on a very new meaning when you’re this hard to kill.” Discussing marriage was a topic he had shied away from purely for that reason. Finding someone you wanted to spend eternity with wasn’t something Robert had ever anticipated, but somehow it had happened. “I do think we should pay cash for the white picket fence,” he said, “but there’s a bank in Ireland that we might be able to convince to give us a loan if that’s important,” he added. He could figure out everything except Jeremiah. But fortunately he didn’t have the same constraints that everyone else was suffering with. “Is there a reason not to kill him? Any reason at all,” he said, “from where I’m standing I can’t think of one, but I’m asking you.” Robert had powers this time he hadn’t the last time. There was no reason he couldn’t kill him, unless Christal gave him one. “I’d run anywhere with you in a heartbeat, but I would love to make it so we didn’t have to run and we could just go on vacation. Normal, stupid vacation. Where we can be scared of stupid things like spiders or food poisoning or drinking too many of those drinks that have the tiny umbrellas in them.”
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…forming between them
- Original “Pilot” Script
There had been a purpose to this entire evening, and it was just to have some simple fun. There were about a million and two items that the two of them needed to talk but when did they actually talk? It was a nice place that the two were in; it was peaceful and it didn’t involve any real vulnerability to be given and lord knew that was something that Christal liked. Yet it appeared as if she had managed to walk into a trap that she had created herself. She gave a simple shrug as she debated the thoughts that were running in her head; when it had come to their relationship she had thought that they would last. The first time it had been because she knew Alejandro would never actually step up so she figured if she ever did move on, by the time that he did make a move she would be far too gone for her to backtrack and it had happened. It wasn’t ideal but she had never planned to fall in love with Robert when she had first met him but then their paths merged and her heart started to transfer without her permission; it had just taken her longer to realize and during the so-called downloading stage Robert had bailed after the Jeremiah mess. Not that she had ever truly faulted him; Alejandro was stronger; physically and mentally; after all, he was an Original and Jeremiah was not a simple easy foe to have. Even Christal had wanted to kill herself instead of proceeding with how things were. “I didn’t make it easy. I am used to just doing things on my own and not counting on others. Half my time I was saving Alejandro and the other half I was running,” And she had never held it against the Original, saving him actually reminded her that underneath the icy exterior that she put out there was a beating heart undeath it all. Then when she climbed up to the rooftop to see the mini golf setting, Robert managed to remind her of that. “Not everyone wants to kill Jeremiah. Some people are ok having him around so careful with that. Because not everyone is on the same side and Jeremiah has a way of offering things to people to make them second think their decision.” That was how he had managed to stay alive as long as he had previously done. She didn’t expect for things to be different. As she felt his eyes on her, she stopped messing with his button and lifted her head up as her hues met his, “Are you going to come in or going to try and write a journal article about the love lives in this town?” She asked brushing aside the topic that they should get around hoping that he would catch onto how she didn’t think it was the best idea to actually have this conversation right here and right now. Taking a couple of steps she turned around, hoping that the distance between them would change the conversation between the two, “Are you coming?”
Robert had never exactly been the golden child in his family. He would have been happy to stay by his mother’s ankles under the kitchen table learning about music and art and medicine. His father focused on his older brother, who in turn took a shine to Robert despite the multitude of other children around who were far better at hunting. Even when he was fully ingrained in the hunting life, a part of him always longed to be back there. He saw the way that the men he was around treated women. Had things not happened the way they had, he had no idea where he would have ended up. People told him his mother didn’t cry at his father’s funeral and he couldn’t blame her. Of all the people he eventually had to face upon returning home after killing the man, she was the least terrifying. “You weren’t the problem, is my point. You should be every bit as spectacular as you are. I’m the one who had to figure out how to step up in the way you needed,” he said. He had made some progress, he liked to think, but he still had to accept he would stumble and things would be alright. “And despite my missteps, you have always been better at telling me what you need than you give yourself credit for.” It had been their saving grace, in many ways. She was not shut off and he was willing to look. And failing that, they were incapable of lying to each other for more than a very short period of time. “Fel is not wired like that. You know how she is. There’s a reason you two don’t really talk. She needs someone who can be there. I doubt that person exists, but I know it’s not Connors. He knows it too. Just like Singer knew it. In some corny way I will adamantly deny, I am tired of seeing her being used and tossed aside. I feel bad.” It was so ridiculous, he felt he shouldn’t have to feel bad. But Felicity had proven that she loved as much as she could for as long as she could, with no concept of exercising caution. “And a lot more people are scared of losing the ones they love over hurting him. So someone is going to have to step up and do this properly. Do you want him around?” Robert, as far as he understood, had zero obligations to anyone who wanted Jeremiah around. Except for Mellie. But Jeremiah had shot her twice. Ultimately he couldn’t see the world as being worse off for killing him. And it might save someone else the heartache involved. Even though he privately could view killing Jeremiah as a universal problem solver for Felicity. He knew Everett wouldn’t forgive her for the failure of their relationship, but killing Jeremiah would cement it. And it would force her to acknowledge that Justin wasn’t going to forgive her either. None of that was an immediate thing though considering the sharp veer that the conversation had taken. He just managed to catch up and get in front of her. “I’m coming, after you tell me what’s going on,” he said, “I know what you’re doing. You don’t really give a damn about Felicity getting her heart broken or Connors being, well, himself. We can keep slotting in the pair of them for us if that’s what this is about. I’ll go back to being Felicity, you can tag in for Connors. We can un-shuffle,” he offered.
