Angels Like You (can't fly down hell with me)
Summary: crossover between Saving Hope (CTV) and The Vamoire Diaries. After Elijah leaves Katherine hanging, she decides to leave Mystic Falls for good, in search of nothing in particular, until she meets doctor Joel Goran, discovering she isn't the only doppelgänger walking the face of earth.
Disclaimer: neither Saving Hope or TVD are mine!
Notes: this was seating on my drafts for more than a couple of years now, and I've decided go give it a shot depending on the reception to this prologue. So, enjoy!
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Prologue
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I never thought I'd fall in love again.
Much less, so quickly after my last downfall.
The first time Joel Goran caught my eye, he did so because he looked exactly like Elijah Mikaelson.
It was my doppelganger curse spiting back on my face.
I certainly was curious about the motives of that phenomenon, I wanted to know who he was, and what he did for a living. Was he aware he had a carbon copy walking earth at the same time as himself?
Although wearing an Original's face, with time I observed the similarities ended there.
Of course, they had the same tone of voice, the appeal was also present. But Joel had an easygoing way of seeing things. He wasn't hunted by his past's ghosts, neither had to carry his family deeds on his shoulders.
The ever-present smile he wore reminded me of Elijah so much, expect…
it didn't.
It reached his eyes, it showed triumph, pure joy and also, his affections for me – fact we both tried and denied for long.
This orthopedic surgeon, merchant of life, healer above all, so contrary to everything I've lived so far in my 500-year-old life, had an unique way to banter, to talk, to walk. He commanded the operation theater as if he was a rock star.
Joel had incandescent passion about everything he did.
His charm had made me, Katherine Pierce, blush in more times than I'm comfortable admitting.
But above all, he'd never known the human me.
For him yes, I was human, but he never asked anything but what I was willing to give him, on the contrary, he asked me nothing. Joel never compared me to some idle, wishful, damsel from the 15th century.
We started as a fling, then it evolved to something I could have never imagined experiencing.
I've always related sentiment with pain.
I have never loved someone that didn't hurt me.
Until I met him.
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Notes: lemme know your thoughts!
