Disclaimer- don't own Vampire Diaries! Nor is any money made off this story.

Authors note- this is co written by me dear old Salllzy and Imaginary Raine. Also there will be a lot of us messing with the cannon. Also events, times and people's real names will not be used. There will be things changed as well.

Chapter 3

Dinner was both relaxing and stressful; relaxing because they had good food and good company, stressful because even though she had been bullied into helping, she had absolutely no will to cook, so ended up making more of a mess than actual cooking, which resulted in Henry pointing a knife at her and seething.

"Get out!"

So she had left the kitchen and left him to his mutterings and threats of bodily harm. But still, when the mushroom stuffed chicken breasts were plated up and he carried them in, she felt her mouth water. They had smelled divine and looked it too. There was also a cheese sauce that went with it. She waited until he had sat down before sinking her teeth into it. When they were half way done, she spoke up.

"You know we can't do anything about Sheila's and Zach's deaths, don't you?"

He swallowed the bite of food he had just taken before replying. "I know we can't. I also know that we can't reveal ourselves yet."

Micaela nodded her head and began to eat again. When they were done and the plates stacked in the dishwasher, Micaela poured them both a glass of wine each. They sat down in the front room; grimoires, books and other items were scattered all over the floor, table and chairs. So they were both squashed onto a three seat couch. Still they were feeling relaxed. Micaela turned to Henry and asked. "So you're going to buy it then?"

He nodded his head and took a small sip of wine. He looked at her and responded. "Yeah, I am. I have the money, and I have the time. But it will also give me chance to look around the town, keep my ear to the ground."

Micaela tilted her head. "That is a smart idea."

"Thanks," he said, smiling.

She took a sip and smirked. "For a ditz like you," she completed.

He huffed a laugh as the two continued to drink their wine in a very comfortable silence. Soon they were going to do their own things; Micaela to grade her papers and Henry to make plans for the upcoming restaurant. Thankfully, it was a Saturday, which meant that they could stay up late to get done what they needed to do and still have all day Sunday to recover.

Micaela looked over her papers. They were poorly written. Half of them didn't even have the correct grammar, while the others were copied and pasted off the internet; they hadn't even bothered to hide the fact! She gave a tired sigh, and looked up at the clock: 1 AM. She looked back at the papers and sighed. She still had a quarter left to grade, then she could head to bed. Still, it was strange looking at those papers and the names on each one, wondering just what would happen to them?

They couldn't do anything until later, until events had been set. Micaela had been all for leaving it alone and not interfering until far later, but if Elijah didn't turn up when he was supposed to, then everything they were planning could go wrong. So they had agreed that, when Mason turned up, they would slowly begin to act, making sure that everything was in place.

But there was still the moonstone they had to worry about, would they find it or allow someone else to?

Still, they had time to think about it, time to plan. Micaela knew that whatever they did decide on, they would have to be careful about it. Very careful.

She sighed and looked down at the papers. Nearly done! Then she would be free. She looked down at the next one and grimaced; Elena Gilbert. Well, at least the paper was somewhat decently written, even if the paper was done half-heartedly and there was spelling errors in every other sentence. At least the girl was a decent student.

She heard a cup being smashed and stood up. Henry was stood in the kitchen, blood dripping from his hand as he picked up the broken pieces. She huffed and pulled him away from the mess he made, looking down at his hand and sighed.

"Things really do love your flesh."

He rolled his eyes as she pressed a tea towel to the wound. He didn't even know what happened! One minute he was making a cup of hot chocolate, the next his hand was being shredded!

He sullenly glared at the broken cup; it was its entire fault!

Micaela looked at the wound and winced, there was a piece of pot sticking out of his flesh, along with several other small pieces.

"I need tweezers. Sit down and don't move."

He sighed and nodded his head before sitting down on the barstool. He was tempted to pull out the big piece. But knowing his luck he would do more harm than good. He swung his legs backwards and forwards as he waited for Micaela to come back.

Micaela let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding. She had a first aid kit, which was a good thing. Actually, it was there solely for her brother's use, as she wasn't as accident prone. She knew that she would need it a lot. Either that or they would be making trips to the hospital every other day. With the first aid kit in her hand and the tweezers in the other she walked back to the kitchen to help her ditz of a brother sort his hand out.

When she walked into the kitchen she saw him pulling at the large piece in his hand, she cleared her throat and he jumped, pulling the piece out of his hand.

"Owwwwww."

She rolled her eyes and walked over to him, not feeling any shred of pity for him seeing as it was his own fault for not listening to her. If he had left it alone and let her deal with it, then his hand wouldn't be in a worse state than before.

She looked down at the kitchen counter that was now covered in blood; the towel that she had used was ruined. Not that she cared about that. It could easily be replaced, and so could the cup. She used the tweezers to grip onto a small piece of porcelain that had pierced his thumb and looked at him. "Ready?" He nodded his head and she pulled the piece out first try.

It looked like it hadn't been that deep into his hand, but still they would be doing this for a while. He bit his lip and looked away before looking back at her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to break it."

She gave a harsh pull to another piece that had him whimpering a little. She looked into his eyes and pulled again. "The cup can be replaced. You, however, can't. So suck it up." He nodded his head with a small smile on his lips the shard came out shortly after.

She looked at the last piece. She had no idea how deep it was, but still she needed to take it out one way or another. When she tried to the first time it didn't move. Henry had begun to grip the counter so hard that his knuckles had turned white with the effort and force. Still, no sound left his lips. This last piece was in deep, and it looked very painful now. It also didn't help that the blood had made the pot slippery to get hold of. Every time she had it, it would slip off and the piece would go back into the flesh. Thinking about ways that she could get the goddamned fragment out of her brother's flesh, she quickly came to the conclusion that she would probably have to cut it open.

"Pass me the small knife."

She looked up at him – his voice having interrupted her musings – and blinked several times before she turned around and passed him the smallest knife there.

"What are you going to do?"

He didn't look up as he sliced into his own hand a small wince gave away his pain. He looked at her before taking the tweezers into his bloody hand and ripped the piece out of his skin.

Micaela felt a little queasy as she looked at the blood and skin still on the small piece, even if she was about to do something similar. Still, she would have been a lot more careful than him. She looked at him when he spoke.

"I was eight. I was playing with some friends and I fell into a bush. Got a thorn stuck in my foot. It had to be cut out as it was too deep for it to get pulled out. I have the scar on my foot."

Micaela nodded her head and passed him the tea towel. She picked the cup shards still on the floor and threw them into the bin. She looked at the clock; 4:30 AM. Two hours she had been taking care of his hand and tiding up. She stifled a yawn as he looked at her and tilted his head.

"Your sleepy get to bed."

She snorted. "When am I not?" She asked, rubbing her eyes. She sighed when she realized that he was not moving from the stool and stated "Not without you."

He chuckled and looked at her before closing his eyes. "I will be cleaning this up." He held up his bloody hand with a self-deprecating smile and continued. "Taking some painkillers then heading to bed."

She inclined her head as she made her way to the bathroom, stumbling every few seconds. When she came back out, she noticed that the lights were off and Henry was coming up the stairs, his hand was bandaged. She patted him on the back before making her way to her bedroom. She fell face first on her bed and closed her eyes, sleep coming to her easily.

Henry climbed into his bed and winced at the pain that was throbbing from his hand. Of all the stupid things to do! Still… at least it hadn't been Micaela that had gotten hurt. But it would have been nice to go a day or two without hurting himself, no matter how small or big it was.

Henry rolled over and sighed. He wouldn't be able to sleep until the painkillers kicked in. Standing up, he walked out of his room and went to go and check on his sister. He found her asleep in her bed, the duvet wrapped around her like some sort of deranged mummy. He quietly tiptoed over and pulled the cover free from her legs and placed the duvet over her and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before whispering "Good night Mica."

He carefully tiptoed out of the room and gently closed the door behind him. Once he made it to his room, he fell face first onto the bed and sighed.

One day down.