Will We Make It To Sunrise?
1. Always Understand
This Idea came to me after reading the Fanfiction, Fragments…except for this is my own version…It's all the missing moments I've always been curious at. And if you have a moment I haven't done yet, message me or leave it on the review section…read and review, please!
When? After the ritual, Stefan ad Elena reunite, and Bonnie discovers Uncle John's body
Stefan came to the old, nearly destroyed mansion with Bonnie beside him, both of them holding anger and sadness at what had played out in the night before, and the end that came with a full blown betrayal. A betrayal that Stefan had thought was anticipated, and dealt with before it was committed, but it turned out that even though he thought he had dealt with the situation, all the pleading he made came down to nothing. Because even the most noble of men could break their word.
The worst part for Stefan was knowing that he'd let her down. He knew how much Elena had wanted it over, how much she wanted Klaus dead because of all he'd done to them. All he could think of was her face as she asked him if they were going to kill him, her eyes filled with sadness, and a strong want to see Klaus dead. And then her face as she was drained of her life source, her blood leaving her body as she slowly became nothing more than a limp doll.
That was the only thing that made him hurry towards the mansion, knowing that he'd hopefully see her alive. Because he knew that they could get through anything as long as she was still alive.
Bonnie was the one who saw the body of Jonathan Gilbert. She ran over to him, although her body was still weakened from what she'd had to do to try to put an end to Klaus that night. First, she shook him, hoping that this was just some sick joke. Although she, like everyone else, had never like John, she would never wish him dead. Especially not when everything around them had been torn to pieces. When Jenna was already dead, and life was unpredictably glum because Klaus was still alive.
"Stefan!" She called; unaware that he was already there by her side, checking for a pulse.
"It won't do any good." Damon said, emerging from the mansion, "He sacrificed himself to keep Elena human."
A surge of relief and sadness rushed through Stefan. Relief, because if Elena was human, she was alive. And because she wasn't a vampire. He never would have wished that life upon her if she didn't want it. He knew more than any other person, the consequences of being a vampire, and he would never wish what he'd gone through upon anyone else. Yet sadness, because it meant another person was dead. Gone, and never coming back.
He was kneeling, still, and sighing when he heard the small, weak voice calling from within the mansion, "Stefan?"
His heart seemed to skip a beat, her voice sounding his name beckoned him forward. And soundlessly, he got up and walked into the mansion, down the hall, and to the room where Elena lied on the couch, looking alert and awake; yet weak, tired, and hurt at the same time. "Elena?" His voice sounded a question, even though it was more of a response. He was relieved, happy despite all that was horrid in his life, and was trapped in the bubble of here and now. All he knew was that she was here, alive, and that he'd never needed or wanted more.
"Stefan, I-" She cut herself off, because she wasn't sure what to say to him. She couldn't describe how she felt. There was an aching in her center, filled with grief and despair. Yet there was another part that was so filled with an apologetic feeling towards Stefan, for making him see that. And although it was filled with as much sadness as the ache, it was a different feeling. A feeling directed solely towards him.
But Stefan understood. He nearly always understood her. Maybe it was the tone of voice, or the look in her eyes, but he could always read her. "I understand. " He said to her, quietly, whispering, as he pulled her into his arms. And it was then, wrapped in his strong embrace, that she began to cry. The tears pouring down her cheeks, sobs enveloping what seemed like her entire being. But he was there, holding her, so she knew it was alright. That even if she never stopped crying, he'd still be there, holding her and whispering comforting words in her ears.
Holding her, his face pressed to her hair, he felt his own tears building. And he knew the same thing as she did, that they'd always be there together. It was like she had said, "It's you and me Stefan, Always."
The support was all they needed. Because together, they knew they could beat the odds. They could make it through.