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[She's already been awake for hours after figuring it out, and is currently lying on Jason's bunk with the hopes that maybe, somehow, he'll come back and tell her to get off. When she hears Stefan's message, it takes her a few minutes to reply.]

Yeah, they sent him home. Just like Tay.

[Sent him home... so some people were able to break the cycle. Stefan's not sure this counts as a good thing, though.

He's gonna make his way over to wherever Alex is, since he thinks he's got a good idea of where she is:] I was wondering about that. Aren't people supposed to leave if they win the cycle? Season? Whatever we're supposed to call this?

Edited (it ate my last sentence) 2015-09-03 02:14 (UTC)

[She drags her arm over her eyes. They're just slightly red-rimmed - not something she's ready to share.]

They're lying, then. I mean... are they even sending them home?

[very, very quietly, before he cuts off the feed:] I don't know. I wish I knew.

[About 30 seconds later, he walks into their shared quarters, stopping only when he sees her by Jason's bunk. Very, very carefully, he seats himself at the foot of the bed and crosses his legs.] Hey. Tay was... the captain before you and Jason, right?

Yeah. Taylor Barnam. She was pretty cool.

[All these years, and the burn of knowing you'll never see someone again doesn't get better. Not at all. Alex lets out one tiny breath of a sniffle.]

It's not fair. I just wanna go home.

[And she doesn't even know - is that New York, or Paradisa?]

[He wishes he didn't know that feeling. Stefan takes a deep breath, hesitant to scoot closer because boundaries and she's technically not blood-related... but in the end, he finds himself leaning in closer.]

Me too. [Locke City won't let him step inside, but his family's in Jordan - and he misses them like burning.] But until they send us back... or wherever they take us... you're kinda stuck with me.

[Black humor isn't his forte, so his cheeks are totally burning a bright red right now.] If, uh, you don't mind.

[Alex looks up at him from beneath her arm, and lets herself smile a little at how sweet this total dork is. He really does remind her of Sirius sometimes.]

Only if you don't mind getting stuck with me.

[She lightly kicks him in the leg with one socked foot.]

[He rolls his eyes, not bothering to dodge her kick for once.]

Yeah, well... I think I'll manage. After all, I could've gotten shuffled onto a way worse ship.

[Then in that case she's just gonna leave her foot down there, against his leg.]

Yeah, you could've gotten put with, like, a talking horse. Or kid. Or Allen.

Don't lump Allen in with the poor pony. [He so doesn't remember Cheese's name. Mostly because they've never officially met.]

Which, by the way, reminds me: did you know there's a penguin here too? A talking one?

Dude, seriously?

[Another wipe of her eyes, and Alex sits up on her elbows.]

I mean, it's been awhile since I was actually surprised by anything, but still. There's a line.

Yeah, his name's Frobisher. He says he's a shapeshifter? [Stefan shrugs cluelessly.]

I'm sure he is, 'cause that's a weird thing to lie about... but all I've seen is the penguin.

Maybe someone turned him into a penguin, and he's embarrassed about it.

Mm, possible. Can't exactly rule out the power of an angry witch. [He sits up a little straighter, poorly mimicking the "bam!" motion he'd seen Bonnie do a hundred times over.]

Though, from what I understand, it's like, part of his alien DNA. I think he's from a planet of shapeshifting penguins.

Was that supposed to look like a witch?

[She cocks at eyebrow at him, finally pulling herself to sit up fully.]

Kinda? [He laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.]

I was friends with one back home. [Mystic Falls home, he means.] She'd snap her fingers or wave her hand and things would... you know, fall into place.

Like this, you mean?

[Alex gives a wave of her fingers, and the sheets on the bed straighten up.]

[HOLY SHIT, DID THAT JUST---]

[It happened. It actually happened.

For a second, Stefan's eyes turn almost black, before he blinks back his surprise and tries (in vain) to regain his composure.] Y-yeah.... exactly like that.

[Alex actually laughs at his expression, though it's still a bit watery. Her wand is across the room, in one of her boots, or else she'd give it a little twirl.]

Oops. Maaaaybe I have a little secret.

[He can't help laughing in return, but it subsides quickly as he dwells on his own supernatural secret - and how keeping it secret from Elena had been his undoing before.] Just a little one, huh?

If we're sharing secrets, then... I should probably tell you mine. But only if you promise you won't tell anyone.

[Woah. This seems more serious all of the sudden.

Alex makes a locking motion over her mouth.]

Hey, you've got my word. Promise.

[quietly:] Okay. [He takes a deep breath, scooting closer to her. It's been a long, long time since he's voluntarily "vamped out" - maybe six months at most, and it feels weird with each little movement. As the muscles shift on his face, with vein lines protruding and his eyes becoming more bloodshot, he can't help worrying about her.

She won't freak out, right? Or run away? She's a witch, she can knock him out with one swipe. In the end, once his true face takes form, he allows it to stay there as he reaches out for her hand. His entire body's shaking - not for want of blood, but out of sheer nervousness. Stefan's been rejected once lately; he's not sure he can take it all over again.]

[She's seen this before, but never like this - never like it's something so deeply intimate. She can see in his face and his body how nerve-wracking this is, and when he reaches out one hand she grasps it quickly between both of hers, and edges herself closer to him.]

It's alright.

[He's a vampire. Somehow, that's not surprising at all.]

It's fine, Stefan. I'm not scared.

[This feels so familiar, when it shouldn't. As far as he remembers, this is the first time he's allowed himself to truly show his face to someone outside his family. (His family had welcomed him with open arms. They were also his family, who loved him unconditionally.)

Alex had no reason to console him, and as he intertwines his fingers in hers, he (finally) allows himself to let go of the breath he was holding.] You're sure. [It's a statement, not a question, as he dares to look her in the eye.] I've been good about controlling my hunger, but... I can be pretty dangerous, Alex.

[As those words escape his lips, it hits him as to why it's so familiar: Elena had reacted the same way. His own ex-girlfriend had touched him like this and for a moment, he winces as the rest of his memories come flooding back. He regains his composure, but not his human face, as he squeezes her hand tight.] I... I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.

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