"No Goodbye"
Summary: The inner musings of an amazing scene. Spoilers from Defan's answer to the ending of 6x05
Author: Mystic25
A/N: So this is just my homage to that ending that was so heartbreakingly, wonderfully right.
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"Some infinites are bigger than our infinities."
~John Green
The Fault in Our Stars
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When Stefan was very small he had wandered to the boundaries of his home and had stumbled through the boards over the abandoned well at the edge of the land. He remembered the fall and the darkness, and the pain of the broken leg that was swallowed up by it. It had hurt too much to scream, and to breathe, and to even cry, so he had waited, completely alone, waited for something to help him.
And it came in an hours' time, with a call of his name from Damon's voice, and the emerging of his head through the splits of the board Stefan made when fell.
The flood of profound relief that came over Stefan had risen higher than the water level as Damon was lowered down on a rope harness and as soon as Damon was within reach Stefan had reached up battered arms around Damon's neck and he had been lifted wet and cold, but clinging to his brother, back into the sunlight.
160 years later in a darkness created by night in a tomb lit by shadows Stefan exhaled a breath that shook like something caught in a tumult of wind. He reached out his hand slowly, hoping this time that the want was deep enough to be real, afraid to want it bad enough because if it wasn't real then he would never come back from this, from alienating himself from his home and his only friends because he couldn't talk about a hurt that left him unable to scream, or breathe, or even cry.
His hand connected to the solidness of his brother, and it was like an electric current moving up his arm and into the barren hole in him, the part of him that had died the same night Damon had.
Damon watched the touch of Stefan's hand on his shoulder; and this time there were no snide remarks that came from his mouth, no sarcasm, because he felt the same current. The same one he felt when he had pulled Stefan out of the well after finding him so long ago, the same one that wanted to kill everyone and scream his brother alive again when he had found him dead on the sofa at Whitmore House. The same one that reminded him that he would never be human again, but he could still love, as long as there was something like this to love.
"Yeah," Damon's eyes came back up to Stefan's, they were the same green he had seen the day Stefan first opened them at all.
The air seemed to be sucked out of the tomb as Stefan took only seconds of bafflement and turned into a surge of everything and reached up battered arms around Damon's neck, and felt, felt it all become real.
Damon moved his arms up around his brother, all the nuisances that came from over a centuries worth of life evaporating as he held onto the humanity that bore his brother's name. "I'm back Stefan."
The death and coldness of the Salvatore's' crypt stilled into silence under the pulsating life that came from the two that stood in the center of it all.
Stefan held onto Damon like had been gone.
He was no longer a 164-year-old vampire, he was young again, a little brother, clinging to his big brother who had found him again and brought him back into the sunlight.
He closed his eyes, and pressed his face into Damon's shirt and cried.
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End
R/R Please.