Called Home
Author: Cheryl W.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or any rights to Vampire Diaries, nor am I making any profit from this story.
Stefan and Damon realize that sometimes it just takes two people to make a holiday celebration complete. No slash. (A tad AU for Season 8 so far)
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(Damon digs his cellphone out and doesn't get to say a thing before his brother's talking.)
Where are you, Damon?
Why, am I out past curfew, dad?
No, just expected you back hours ago.
Did we have a play date I forgot about?
Play date, no. Thanksgiving dinner, yes.
You forget I'm persona non grata, brother. The invited guest everyone prays shows up so they can stake me with the turkey baster.
Turkey baster is plastic, can't stake you.
It's always details with you.
Besides, everyone's 'prayers' don't matter to me. Dinner is just you and me.
Sounds awkward to me.
Is since I'm eating a holiday dinner alone, won't be once you get here.
I'm not…I shouldn't…You shouldn't want me around, Stefan. What I did…where I'm headed….
Our path is together, Damon. I made sure of that back in the eighteen hundreds, no use trying to ditch me now. It's useless.
You're trying to be charmingly optimistic again. Don't.
Ok, fine, no optimism. We'll be all doom and gloom if that's what you want. Just…Damon, come home. Last Thanksgiving's not a good memory for me…
What, Mom dying because of our screw up didn't endear the holiday to you?
No.
You should be with Caroline, you know your fiancé. I'm ok on my own, always have been, always will be.
See that doesn't work for me. You, best of all, should know how needy I am.
There was that vampire turning pact thing between us back a hundred fifty years ago but I thought you had matured since then.
Matured, yes, changed my mind about wanting my brother with me, no.
(Stefan's voice is suddenly coming in stereo. Damon turns to see Stefan's behind him, cell phone to his ear.)
You stalking me?
Stalking, no. Calling you home for dinner, yeah.
Stefan I told you…go be with Caroline, with your friends.
Not happening so let's stop arguing and get back home.
I ruin everything, you know that. Nothing good can come of you choosing me over them.
Well then I do have a problem because you're my brother and I'm going to choose you, over and over and over again. We're a package deal. Best if Caroline accepts that before our wedding vows and our friends get that before I have to do irreparable damage to them with a turkey baster.
You said there was no staking with a plastic turkey baster.
No staking but I should have mentioned painful slapdowns are possible. You know plastic does hurt.
Yeah, you having tantrums as a kid and throwing your toys at me proved that.
My toys were metal and wood, Damon.
So you admit you chose more insidious weapons meant to maim me, not just hurt me.
Right, I was that devious at seven.
Seems like it.
Come on, turkey's beyond cold but the pumpkin pie will be just the right temperature. (Stefan slings his arm over his brother's shoulders and steers them toward home)
Stefan, thanks..for coming for me, for not hating me.
I've found that hating you is impossible, but loving you, forgiving you, isn't. And our friends will realize that to, like they did before. They just need time, Damon. But for now…it's just us. And you know what that means? That I get dibs on all the dark meat.
Only if you beat me home, brother.
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Thanks for tuning in!
Have a great Thanksgiving those in the USA! (Everyone else, have a great day too!)
Cheryl