#para:daniel

Who: Tegan Parker & Daniel Brady. 

When: Monday 11 August, with mentions of the the weeks previous.

Where: LA hospital.

Notes: Just when things are starting to look bleak, Daniel's health starts to pick up.

Word count: 880 words.

William found himself sitting in his brother's living room by himself. He wasn't sure where Ava had gone to, or even his brother, but being alone hadn't bothered him much until he realized it. In front of him was a cup of tea and upon reaching for it, he noticed that it was nearly empty. This had become a problem for William, at times he felt as though he was losing his mind but he knew that he could get swept away in his own thought process and lose track of his surroundings. For all he knew, he could have mumbled something out loud about acknowledging their departures. William had been back for weeks now and yet he had gotten nowhere with them. Visiting his family never brought them closer to each other. There wasn't any sign that bonding had happened.

He was fearful that Daniel had picked up on how often he had been checking out of situations lately. It was something he did as a kid, often daydreaming about stuff, but it wasn't as acceptable now that he was in his thirties. Since moving back, it had become difficult for William to focus on anything his brother was saying because he was too caught up in thinking about how badly he needed to tell him he was sick. William was afraid of how Daniel might react to being told, though. He felt as though he was going around in circles and even though he knew what he had to do, he was always being pulled back by the fear that he let sit in every time he thought about talking to his brother. 

William held the cup to his lips and sipped his tea until it was gone. He allowed himself to sit in silence for a few minutes because his curiosity got the better of him. Checking the time on his watch, he thought maybe Ava was out with the kids but had Daniel gone with her? It was a nice day outside, so he wouldn't have blamed them for abandoning someone who had been carrying a cloud over their head. William found comfort in knowing that Declan was at home. Although, at this moment, he wasn't sure why. He stood up and gathered his dishes and made his way into the kitchen. There was a short startled jolt in his body as he walked in, he was surprised to find his brother in the kitchen.

"Oh, I didn't know you were in here." With dishes in his hand, William moved forward and set them down on the counter next to the sink. He didn't hesitate to pull up a chair at the table. "I thought you may have been out with Ava." As William took a seat he realized that he was actually alone with Daniel. It hadn't really occurred to him before, but they hadn't had a second to themselves since he arrived. Was it intentional? William couldn't be certain. It had made it harder for William to talk to his brother. He wasn't ready for Ava to know that he was positive. William also felt as though Daniel might feel ganged up on if he brought Declan along. They needed to talk in private, it was clear to him now.

"How do you get someone through a panic attack?" Crystal muttered, as she scrambled for her keys. She only grabbed her phone and wallet before throwing her hair in a pony tail, and heading out the door. She had promised to Daniel to help him with this. Panic attacks. She had never thought he would be someone that would have those, but she knew the pain behind it. With her nightmares, she could really relate to what he was going through. But talking to him about that wouldn't be an option while he was in the state he was. 

It didn't take long for Crystal to get the car started up, and start towards Daniel's house. It was a bit like second nature still after all the time they were together. It wasn't something she was sure she should still have memorized, but it also wasn't something someone just forgot either. 

Things with Daniel had been awkward to say in the least. She did her best to avoid him when she could solely because she hated how awkward things felt around him. The break up between the two of them was messy, but they managed to keep it as quiet as possible. Daniel had been the first to say he was in love, and Crystal, on the other hand, didn't feel it back. It what sparked the break-up in the first place, and frankly it made it kind of awkward to make out on set and pretend to be all lovey-dovey with one another.

For the young fourteen-year-old Helena Wate, today couldn’t have gotten anymore confusing. First of all, there was this boy who told her that is was the 19th century, not the 21st. That same boy also vaguely said that she was a Mudane, which she didn’t understand. Of course, she was human. What else would she be? Second, there was this woman, dressed weirdly who looked exactly like her mom, Hana but claimed that she wasn’t. Lastly, that woman asked the brunette if she was the woman’s twin sister’s daughter. As far as Helena was aware, her mom didn’t have any sisters. However, neither she nor Zach knew very much about their parent’s past and how they met. Perhaps, it was a time to find out.

She had followed that boy to this place called the Institute, which looked like an old church from the outside, but a residence on the inside. Walking around the place, looking for anyone she knew, which was just her mom, dad and Zach.

After what could have been merely ten minutes or even hours, Helena saw her dad, who stood out from the crowd of people by the different clothing he was wearing from all the others. Running towards him, Helena called out, “Dad!” and put her arms around him when she reached him. “Dad…Where are we? Why is everything so different…a-and…does mom have a twin sister? Where is she, anyway? And Zach?” Helena questioned, letting out all these questions that had been stuck in her mind.

Isobel had quickly grabbed her backpack as she saw the text Daniel had sent her. He would be in the student center in a few minutes. Luckily, Isobel never really needed much time to get ready for something. Not for school, not for something like this. Isobel just had to put her hair in a ponytail, put on her jacket and get in her shoes. Isobel wasn’t really the type of girl who would dress up for something. And definitely not just dinner with a friend. Isobel took her keys and walked out of her dorm. It was small, but it was big enough for her. Even though usually her dorm was pretty neat, now her running clothes were all over the floor and some of her books on her bed. She tried to go out for a run at least one time a day. Usually twice a day. She hated not running. It was this thing she loved and she couldn’t really go without it. It made her feel better, happier.

A bubble of laughter burst from her lips at the other's words. "Friends. Great. I love making friends," she said, feigning enthusiasm. Sputter? Her brow furrowed at him. She didn't sputter. If anything, she fumbled. Yes. That was the right word. She fumbled with her words. Not with everyone, though. Just with some people. Like Daniel. Not for any reason in particular, just that he was nice. His niceness, though, Skye noted, was making her look like a fool. She grimaced inwardly at the thought.

It wasn't as though Skye purposefully made an idiot out of herself. If she was more like her oldest brother, Dean, she wouldn't have this problem. This as in being an awkward fuck around certain kinds of people. But, no. What did she get from the Winchesters? A few knife tricks. The ability to aim and shoot a gun. And mostly, she gained a great, ardent, profound adoration for rock and roll -- because that, out of all the things, was going to help her in life.

If Stefan wanted to keep up the act of a normal teenager, that just lost his parents and moved with his siblings to Beacon Hills for a fresh start, he had to go to school. That didn't really help him right now, as he only saw school as a unlimited blood source. It was quite annoying to be forced to sit through class about things he already learnt a hundred years ago. This wasn't a damn Twilight movie. Honestly, how many times could a guy listen the same thing over and over before he goes insane? But Stefan didn't have to worry about that, considering that he was already crazy (at least to the most of people). And with the switch flipped off, who knows what could happen. He hadn't been to school for over two weeks, and the principal already called their house five or six times to check up on him, and Stefan was running out of excuses.