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“ and you did a good job snookums, i can honestly say i never got so much joy over watching my uncle get frustrated.” he smirked. there was reason enough for them not to be friends, in name alone. but theo found he liked the closeness he found with the others ‘kids’ from the future. there was a history there feelings that they all shared in one way or another. he didn’t fault brett for his but he was glad they could call each other friend. “ please nothing about you is tiny brett and nothing you ask for is tiny either.” laughing he pushed his plate to the side. ‘ just tell me what you need and i’ll tell you if its doable.” 

“The Grill was a shit hole.” And the words flew from his mouth without any regard for his own safe. Which was common for JD as a person, not caring about the consequences is what led him into so many fucked up circumstances of his own making. The very most fucked up of them all sitting casually at a diner, and JD should have turned tail and headed out the moment he saw him. Instead he spoke, instead he approached, instead he chased the high instead of running from it. It appeared to be his way. “Though you might be familiar with those, cause I have to imagine that’s where you’ve been all this time instead of here. Hiding in a shitty hole like I don’t know, a rabbit? A groundhog? Fuck.” Perhaps he needed to know about some animals more before making a reference. 

“Sure, but even the greasiest of greasy spoon diners can make a decent breakfast,” he answered with an amused smile. It was obvious that the Salvatore man was angry with him, so upset that he wasn’t as quick with the witty comeback as usual. He understood it. In all honesty, JD had every reason to dislike Brett. For one, Brett was actively looking for ways to destroy the family that had raised and cared for the younger man and would stop at absolutely nothing until he got his revenge. For two, Brett was absolutely the reason that the girl that JD fancied deep down was part vampire now. And finally? Well, JD cared about Brett and while the Mikaelson man felt the same, he was a lot better at keeping it buried. “Is someone cross with me? No one else out here hold your interest the way I do?” 

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          “Anything like you?” Well, if her sense were anything to go by, she knew exactly what he was. “No, I wouldn’t say that.” The brunette challenged, hardly putting werewolves on anywhere near the same platform as a vampire, who seemed far more interested in destruction and the slaughtering of human life, than much else, at least, with her own experiences of the species. “Totally different species, for that matter.” But, she understood his sentiment nonetheless. “For the sake of understanding your point though, sure, let’s pretend we’re in the same league.” Despite being far from it. “Ah, let me guess,” his word choice was making this all fairly obvious now, especially given her own recent dealings with those not from this ‘current setting’, “you’re our very own Marty McFly?” Or, rather, one of many Marty McFly’s. “Well, Marty, as long as you’re not about to tell me you’re my kid, I won’t bite your head off today.” He’d oddly enough picked an interesting time to strike a conversation with her, considering her very obvious distaste towards his species. But, right now, she was far too lonely, and far too pissed off at other people, to care about anyone else on her radar. There was too much going on in the life of Caitrin Silva, and frankly, he should be thankful for that.

The amount of vitriol that she had in her voice when she said different species made him smirk. Brett was used to people thinking that vampires were the scourge of the supernatural community, and the thought certainly didn’t bother him anymore. No, now this whole conversation became just a bit more of a challenge and Brett wasn’t one to back down. “So judgey, love. Hardly seems fair when you don’t even know me.” He grinned at the Back to the Future reference, giving a nod of approval at being compared to the time traveler. “I’ve certainly been called worse.” His nose wrinkles at her question, shaking his head vigorously. “I resent the implication that I’d reveal that information on the first conversation, but to sate your curiosity, we’re not related. And thank god, as fit as you fuckin’ are.” God, his life was weird. Having to reassure a woman that they weren’t kin wasn’t something he’d thought he’d ever have to do. “So which one of us freaked you out with the kid reveal? There’s just so many options.”

     there was a part of priscilla that worried being in mckinley was an accident waiting to happen, very close to where she had lived and died. though when receiving her first charge in the area it wasn’t like she could avoid it. so here she was, in place where her face could be recognized, she could bump into a person or two that she knew, and she would have to think on her feet. the woman was no stranger to a challenge, she was sure she could handle it. as the other replied, priscilla leaned a hip and arm against the empty booth opposite him, making herself comfortable. ‘ i love lucy, huh ? favorite episode ? ’ she wonders with a grin, a fan herself.  at the ask of her name the whitelighter hesitated, was it a smart choice to give her real one ? should she lie ? ‘ monroe, ’ she replies, not entirely a lie nor the truth. it was her middle name and her mother’s maiden name, something that priscilla hadn’t regularly given to folks when she was alive. ‘ and yours ? ’

Gray watched the male and frowned a little as the male replied. Gray never understood the males tendancy to  avoid or be aggravated by the salvatores - but then he might have been in the dark about something making him feel that way. “You may not have asked but you made a statement about this place… I figured it was open to friendly debate… but guess I was wrong.” 

Brett raised an eyebrow at the sentiment, shaking his head. There was a sinister little smile on his face as he kept his seat but his glare settled on Gray. “Not quite sure how you’d get that idea, Salvatore. See, in order to have a friendly debate, you usually have to be friends first. And you and me? Well, let’s just say I’d rather kill ya than kiss ya.”

She didn’t expect for her life to get so crazy once she handed over Hope to Nik, though she did have to give them brownie points for at least waiting until she was no longer in the presence of an innocent child. That would have ended in a blood bath that she’d like to keep AWAY from her precious niece. A chime of the door is rang out as the blonde steps into the diner, being met with the warmth of the kitchen and aroma of the food being cooked. She could really go for a bite - and not the kind she usually went for, she dealt with that before she returned. “I do have a soft spot for this place.” She was inclined to agree. 

Fuck, Aunt Bex was a sight for sore eyes. The second that she stepped in the door, Brett felt himself go cold all over, hair standing on end. He was nervous to be in front of her. For him, it was the first time in twenty years since they’d laid eyes on each other, at least while she was conscious and for her? Well, he was a stranger. The thought made him sick to his stomach but he persevered, tiny smile on his lips as she agreed. “Oh yeah?” he asked, motioning for her to join him and hoping that she’d take the offer. “What’s your favorite thing here?”

“It is,” she said flatly, knowing damn well that caffeine and coffee were only going to make what she was going through worse but she wanted to feel happy - to enjoy something as if it would be taken away from her if she looked away for a moment. “But after the past few weeks I’ve had I need it and don’t give a damn”

Brett wasn’t going to act like he and Lamai had been best friends in their version of home, but the Bennetts were a far cry better than most of the families that he’d been trapped with. “And what the hell happened to you the past few weeks?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in question. He’d minded his own business since they’d gone back in time, but apparently some of the other kids had been through quite the ordeal. 

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          It’d been a long few days, and ultimately, Cait was avoiding anywhere where she thought her apparent ‘bestie’ was going to be. The man far too wrapped up in himself, so right now, she figured Danny’s Diner would do, hardly the Lockwood vibe. The woman tucking into a half-eaten plate of chicken wings, hot sauce on the side, as she was otherwise taken aback by the conversation thrown her way. “Can’t confirm, nor deny.” She’d never been to Mystic Falls. That was Hayley’s job, evidently. Much like getting into Tyler’s pants, but hey-ho. “Never been. Don’t care to either.” A shrug followed, seeing no urge to visit Mystic Falls, not only because of this barrier she’d heard was up. “Don’t tell me you’re another Falls native?” God, they were really breeding like rabbits over there. “Honestly, is there anyone left over there?”

Brett’s willingness to talk to strangers waned with the day and his mood. Back in 2063, he hadn’t been anything of a social butterfly. No, that was a role that he preferred to leave to the Forbes’ of the world. Brett minded his business, biding his time, searching for ways to take down the families that had dared to take his mother from him when he was only a few months old. However, when someone was fit as her walked in the door? Well, even Brett was going to take notice of that. “If you’re anything like me, you kind of can’t right now. Better than when I lived there, though. Back then, we couldn’t get out. And not in the fun metaphorical way, but the literal trapped like rats way.” He smirks at her question, shaking his head. “Dunno who’s there now. Ain’t exactly familiar with the area in it’s current setting.” 

“I don’t know, have you had the mozzarella sticks because they give The Grill a run for their money,” she said as she stole a fry off of their plate and popped it in her mouth. She knew she was probably in the minority but she wished to stay here, having found a home and a relatively fun place to be herself. The part that she found hardest was having to explain that to her family if the time ever came to go back

“Eh, if I’m gonna eat cheese, I really prefer it to be on top of my carb of choice rather than stuffed inside of it. I’m an elitist like that,” Brett answered. Pizza was the superior way to eat cheese and there would be no convincing him otherwise. Brett hadn’t done a whole lot of catching up with his family since they’d gone back in time, but he was happy to see that Isabella seemed happy. “You doing alright, Iz?”

     it was taking everything in her to not scour the entire earth for her tiny son, but she had to be smart about it. start with her charges and buy herself some time and a cover. so here she was in mckinley, ready to start her new life.  ‘ well, diner food is undeniably better than any other kind of food and that’s just science, ’ she quips matter-of-factly as she was walking by the other’s table, her to-go bag containing a hefty pancake and omelette plate. as her eyes landed on the owner of the voice that had pulled her focus, a feeling of familiarity spread through her chest. priscilla was new being a whitelighter and being back from the dead. there were gaps and holes in her memory, the elders told her it was a side effect of the whole dead thing. but this face, there was something about it, something about him, she couldn’t place it. ‘ someone try to argue that with ya ? ’ she asks, trying to keep the conversation going. did she know him before ? only one way to find out. 

“ you would say that, weren’t you the one cooking the food at one point” theo smirked taking a fork full of hash browns in his mouth. there was a little bit of homesickness. good memories that unfortunately for theo were often drowned out by bad. the grill had been one of those good memories; going with his family for dinner. it was a quiet reminder of a time before things went to shit. “ their breakfast food beats the girlls hands down tho.” he mused throwing his arm back over the booth. full from the meal he’d have to work off later. “don’t tell me you brought me out just to stuff me with food and reminisce . i’ve got a kickboxing class in a few hours in which i’ll be useless in.”

“You might be right.” Otto admitted with a small chuckle. “But I’m a little high and anything would work for me.” He said with a shrug. While he was close with his parents, he wasn’t either a witch or a human. He loved them of course, geeking out with Dorian but things changed when they were asleep. So it hardened Otto and he became the man he was today. “I do want to go the Grill though.” He said with a sad smile. “But I guess I’ll have to wait.” He looked at the other’s fries. “Are you going to eat that?” He asked. 

“Alright, O, didn’t ask for the whole damn life story. Though, I guess I’ll be a little less cross with you than I regularly would since you’re at least agreeing with me.” Brett appreciated the need to stay close to the other future kids (the ones that he could stand, at least) but he was still him. A little crass, a little sassy, a little bit of an asshole depending on the day. Kol Mikaelson had raised him, after all, what did anyone expect? “Nah, you can have it. I was hoping it’d hit the spot but I’m a bit hungrier for the human stuff than usual.” 

Gray chuckled. He had been a strong supported of the Grill- perhaps as a sentimental reason since his uncle was supposed to love it quite a bit… along with his dad. He had admitted Danny’s had some great stuff too though. “I dunno, I kinda love the grill…but this place does some pretty impressive stuff.” He admitted.

Brett didn’t like the Salvatores. It was a grudge that went back decades, and his little tryst with JD had only made it an even more present thought in his mind. Gray, while inoffensive on the surface, was the son of one of the people Brett hated most on this planet and that made him the enemy. “I’ll be sure to file that away in the little corner of my brain that I call ‘answers to questions I never fuckin’ asked’.”