amy pond.

"You think so?" Having been forced onto a lunch break by his mom, Scott now sat with Amy in the sun, stretched out on the bench. They'd been playing catch up when she brought up the town. Ironically, Scott hadn't really ever had the time to ponder the idea, too busy playing catch up in the infirmary and for the council. Still stuck in survival mode, not once had he taken a moment to consider the longevity of the situation, whether or not this place was going to be their forever place. But now that she'd mentioned it, it made sense. What else were they all working toward, if not setting down roots? Rebuilding had to have an end goal. "It's definitely different having vampires in charge," he joked, though the formation of the council alone put this town miles ahead of any other place they'd tried to set up. This time, they actually had agency.

"Yeah, I've been trying to avoid thinking about that," Amy admitted with a laugh, knowing Scott was familiar with her distaste for vampires. A certain one, especially. "As if having one Original bloodsucker around isn't bad enough. But I should be able to avoid them. Hopefully." It wasn't as if she was planning to attend council meetings anyway, so her only real interactions would be with Caroline or Stefan, both of whom had committed to an 'animal' diet, proving themselves better than their supernatural ancestors.

“Some of it, yeah. Not a lot talk about it though, for obvious reasons.” Fiona shrugged, exhaling with a sigh. “Our house is gone. And this seemed like the safest place away from all the bullshit out there, so. Why not, right?”

It had only been a few hours since he’d found out. He hadn’t wanted to leave Hanna’s side ever since she'd told him, unable to keep his hands off her. They had so much to talk about, to do, but they’d done nothing but lie side by side, Jesse’s hands on hers, in her hair, on her stomach. Joy and excitement radiated from him – he’d never experienced anything like it. It wasn’t something he'd often shared, but this was all he’d ever wanted for his life. A family of his own. He was desperate to keep that moment between himself and Hanna, capture their happiness and hold it forever – but he also knew he’d burst if he didn’t share this news with the world. Or rather, with those who meant the most to him. After making sure Hanna was okay with it, Jesse made his way to each of their houses, restraining himself from mentioning it to any face he recognised on the way. He knocked fast, hoping they’d be home.

It'd been a few days since Amy had heard from either of her closest friends, so she safely assumed that they were happily enveloped in their own new relationship bubble. She hadn't wanted to disturb them, knowing they deserved the peace, to finally explore the love they'd so clearly had for eachother since the beginning. Still, she was nosey, and always mildly concerned, so pulled out her tablet to drop them a checking in message. That was, until, the door knocked. As if he'd read her mind, there Jesse was, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. His joy was instantly contagious, even if she deemed it out of character. Her eyes narrowed in a playful curiosity, wondering what news he could possibly be harbouring. "Good afternoon. Why do I feel like you're here to tell me somethin'?"