A/N 1.0: Team Better Than You is baacckkkkkkkkk to sass all the things and be awesome, socially awkward co-dependent siblings and I couldn't be happier wah.
(and so is my inspiration for them! yay!)
Disclaimer: I don't own TO.
1x02: house of the rising son
For once, Marcel doesn't call him- there aren't any innumerable errands to run, no parties to go to, no new bar they have to hinder with their antics. He doesn't even hear from Sophie. And after the past thirty-six hours, Klaus can say it's nothing less than a blessing. He's been at this all summer; playing this game, following rules and, inevitably, messing it all up. He leaves Hayley's room and, after his interlude with Rebekah, he heads straight for the liquor cabinet. He's a hybrid and it doesn't matter but he's finished two bottles of whiskey before 11 am.
With a back drop of incessant girlish chatter, accompanied by an occasional laugh, he goes about bleeding the nightwalker out and he isn't gentle about it. He cuts along small, slow-bleeding arteries, gives him puncture wounds which heal almost immediately but that's not the point. He doesn't care how many times he has to slice through the skin. He cares about the control- something he hasn't exactly possessed all summer and it's gotten to the point where merely painting a canvas isn't quite good enough.
It's late when Klaus finally retires to his room- the hot beads of water mingle with the dried, flaked blood and drip down slide off his shoulders, roll down his back and off his skin, the cool tile against his forehead as he leans against it. He wasted a day- he could have done something more productive in regards to finding his big brother. For all he knows their window of time could be small and margin for error incredibly low but he needs a moment, he needs to breathe but between everything- Rebekah's arrival and various discoveries, Hayley's abortion scare and the mess that made, his throat's closed up and the weight of the world's settled on his shoulders.
And he's in no mood to deal with his little sister when he finds her sitting on his bed.
So he, naturally, ignores her, pulling the covers back and sliding in with his back facing her.
And, naturally, Rebekah doesn't seem to take the hint.
"Where's Hayley?" he asks after a moment.
"Asleep." She shifts on the bed, the mattress moving under her slight weight, so she's leaning back against the headboard. "She's not half-bad, Nik."
He snorts. "You were absent for the debacle she was involved in back in Mystic Falls."
"Please. Someone could snap one of your colored pencils in half and it'd be a debacle," she scoffs. He half-rolls to give her a look, quirked brow and all but Rebekah continues regardless. "Besides, you have to give her credit. She lived in a house with you and you alone for three months and has only complained about the lack of female company and the air conditioning. That certainly deserves some kind award."
He thinks back over the months he's been in New Orleans. He'd set several ground rules with her within the first two weeks before running off to Mystic Falls one last time and, upon his return, she'd still been there- curled up, fast asleep on a sofa but still there. He'd grown accustomed to the little wolf-girl's presence- finding her in the kitchen every morning or happening upon her on the sitting on the back porch in the evenings before he'd run off to frolic the streets of the Quarter with Marcel. She had no problems staying out of his way but, somehow, she'd always show up when he was in a mood. He couldn't explain it and it should terrify him more than it did but every time the baby's heart began thundering away in his ears, he'd calm down ever so slightly- enough to make a difference. And even now with just the thought, Klaus finds a small smirk spreading across his face.
"And he smiles," Rebekah says.
Klaus doesn't respond and they lay there in the silence- comfortable, companionable like it used to be between them. He suddenly feels the need to say something, to do something, anything but words won't fall past his lips and he begins to fidget. But Rebekah waits. She sits there, she doesn't push him. He knows she's not patient, not by any means, but she's patient for him this time.
"I'm sorry," he finally mutters.
She sighs and her little hand reaches out- tentatively, hesitantly- before coming to rest on his upper arm, her thumb brushing soft, soothing patterns
"You didn't know. That doesn't excuse bartering our brother but you didn't know," she says just as quietly.
He nods. They do. There isn't any alternative. When he'd brought Elijah's coffin to Marcel, he'd known he'd get Elijah back in the end and if his brother was angry after the fact, then so be it- he'd do what needed to be done but respect his brother's wishes in hopes it'd make up for his move, in part at least but things have changed and there's a fear deep inside him, eating away at him- he cannot lose his brother, his only living brother, his big brother. After both Henrik and Kol, even after Finn, were he'd been able to do nothing but watch helplessly as they met their ends, he doesn't think he could live with the guilt of not doing anything when he could- it would eat him alive and consume him until he had nothing left to give.
"We'll find him, Nik."
Her voice is quiet but firm. She knows- she understands how he feels. If they lost Elijah...he'd lose Rebekah and then he'd lose himself. There isn't any other alternative, his quest to regain his kingdom be damned because it just wouldn't be the same, it wouldn't be right without Elijah at his side- always and forever.
"I promise, Bekah," he says, turning to look at her again.
She smiles sadly, her lips pressed together.
There's too much vulnerability circulating around them and it's uncomfortable in the worst sense of the word. She breaths and swings her legs over the side of the bed as he turns back to his side.
"I think the person you really need to be apologizing to is Hayley," Rebekah states matter-of-factly. "God only knows what horrors you put her through this summer."
Even though she can't see his face, he smirks as she stands from the bed and walks towards the door, her hand resting on the knob when he speaks.
"I'm glad you're here, Bekah."
She pauses and he expects to hear some snarky statement thrown back at him, something about someone needing to clean up his messes but she only turns slightly to look back at him.
"I wouldn't be anywhere else, traitor. Now get your beauty sleep. We have work to do in the morning."
He chuckles as she flips the lights off, the door clicking shut softly in her wake.
A/N 2.0: ep 1, Klelijah had me in tears (I still have a klelijah something from 1x01 in the works), ep 2 has me drowning in Klebekah feels. I'm almost afraid of what ep 3 will be like. but holy cow TO is freaking awesome:D I keep reblogging scene gif sets over on tumblr and being like 'oh that was my fav scene! wait...no, that one!' I finally just came to the conclusion the entire episode was my favorite scene. oh well.
thanks for reading! please review if you have a second- it's much appreciated, lovies:)
