What Hurts The Most
Summary: Set in 1x2 and 1x4. Based on the song "What Hurts The Most."
*Prodigal*
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm OK
But that's not what gets me
It was a beautiful day, as Clay and Elena stood in front of each other in the hallway, once Elena had left her room. He'd been waiting by the door for her, but luckily hadn't been eavesdropping on her conversation with Philip. She obviously didn't want to be back at Stonehaven, which she'd made perfectly clear to them. Clay, especially. If she could avoid Clay altogether, she would. She couldn't though, since they had to work together to track down a mutt.
"You gonna track a mutt in those clothes? Or maybe you're leaving," he wanted to know.
"You can stop with the centric act. I'm not going anywhere."
"No. You're just trying to get out of here as soon as you can," he stated.
"Oh. Now you're eavesdropping," she said, and began walking away.
"I didn't hear anything," he informed her. "Was there something to hear?"
She stopped walking, before turning around to look at him.
"I have people who would like to know where I am."
"People or person?" he asked her.
"You can stop digging. It's not as if you care," she answered him.
"Everyday for the last year, I fought the urge to find you, to see you."
"And yet you've stayed away," she reminded him.
"I was under orders by Jeremy," he defended.
"Right. You wouldn't disobey. It's not in your nature," she replied.
She turned around and began walking again.
"You think you know my nature," he said.
She stopped walking and looked at him for a moment, silent, before turning around the hallway corner, continuing walking.
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do
It was daylight, as they stood in the basement at the archway, not far from the stairs that led up out of the basement.
"What was with you last night?" he asked her, concerned. "It took you forever to change in the mutt's house."
"Yeah. If I had my way, I wouldn't change at all," she replied, reminding him again how much she didn't want to be here, nor wanted to have to phase into her wolf self.
"Two in one day was too much," Clay assumed, but she denied it, ranting about how he had pet her when she'd been wolfed out. "You let me," he reminded her.
"You're lucky you still have your hand," she replied.
He put a hand on her arm, standing just inches in front of her, and moved it up her arm, before informing her, "I don't want you to go on this hunt unless you stay by my side."
"I'm not going on the hunt," she informed him. "That's not why I came here," she added, before going up the basement stairs.
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
It was a beautiful day, as a human Elena Michaels sat on the couch, having a cup of tea Jeremy had handed her, not knowing anything was wrong.
A few minutes after she had a couple sips from the cup and had set it down, Clay came into the living room, phased into his russet werewolf self, and approached her.
She reached her hand out to him and pet him. Then, with her hand in front of him, he sniffed it. Then, after a moment, gently bit her, wanting to save her life. He knew that Jeremy thought she'd seen him turn from wolf to human, so Jeremy was going to kill her.
Jeremy pushed him back, as she got to her feet, feeling a little dizzy.
Hours later or so, she began to transform into a tan or cream wolf with blue eyes, as Jeremy coaxed her into it, telling her not to fight it.
That year, because she blamed Clay for turning her, not knowing the reason behind it, she broke off their relationship, putting their what could have been engagement out to dry. Then, after killing a human that threatened to expose werewolves, she left town, needing space and somewhere to figure things out.
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say (much to say)
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do, oh
It was a beautiful day, as they stood in front of each other in the house. Clay was trying to make her see that he was happy she was back. He wanted so much for her to stay. She wanted to go out there to help Jeremy though, when there were hunters out there. She just wanted to take down the mutt so she could go home. She didn't want to kill it, though. Every time he spoke to her though, she'd get snappy at him.
"Look, I'm not here to talk, or to catch up, or whatever else you had in mind," she reminded him. "I'm here because a wolf needs to be tracked. I'm not here for us."
*Grief*
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say (to say)
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do
It was a gorgeous day, as Clay and Elena ran together in wolf form in the woods. Then, when she was in front of him, he leapt at her so that she was on her back, Clay above her.
They looked at one another for a few moments, before she pushed him off her and got to her paws. Then she ran off and he followed her.
Later that day, they woke up next to each other in the woods.
She got to her feet, phased human. She then put her clothes on and looked at him, once his were on, too.
"We can't do this again," she stated, before heading back to the house, talking about the make out and then some they'd done.
