Jeremy sees dead people (irktheheart) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2019-12-01 10:23:00 |
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WHO Jeremy and Damon |
This whole place was insane. Without Elena, he had to keep it together with a smattering of relatives around. Ric made a huge difference, thankfully, and he was human now, so there wasn’t a chance for him to go completely off the rails. Waking up to a pounding hangover-induced headache, the last thing he expected was to see his brother-in-law around and so much younger. And hurt. So, he downed a handful of Tylenol, hydrated a little too quickly, and get dressed to go pick up the thoroughly injured Jeremy. Texting all the while, his head dizzy from the influx of arrivals, he found him at the promised meeting point and loudly sighed at the sight of the injured little Gilbert. He thought about Katherine once a year and how he would never stop blaming her for losing Stefan for good, always on the anniversary of the loss. Now she was practically staring him down with Jeremy’s face. He was scowling without realizing it, and mentally slapped himself to offer a halfhearted smile before darting to Jeremy to help steady his frame against Damon’s own. “I got you,” he assured in an almost uncharacteristically warm voice, something he doubted the younger Gilbert would be accustomed to hearing. “Clinic’s this way, though now that I look at you, a hospital might be Uber-worthy to get to. Your call.” They had been so close. He had literally been staring at the thing that would make his sister happy and then Katherine. Always Katherine. Jeremy’s lost thoughts had been a jumble of things as he felt his life slipping away. Elena was going to be without him, Katherine was a bitch, was Bonnie okay? Why did this shit keep happening to him and his family? Damn Salvatore brothers. Also, so much for his Hunter’s curse from stopping some ancient ass vampire from draining him dry. Now he was in some place called Goodland and nothing made sense. His head hurt, his neck hurt, and he was just angry. Life sucked. Jeremy stumbled over the curb and a surprised look appeared on his face as Damon came to his rescue. He studied Damon’s face with a confused look on his own. Why did the jerk look older? The almost comforting voice also kind of creeped him out. He couldn’t help frowning at Damon before the words really sank in. “I got this far, just take me to the clinic before I pass out, man.” A wave of lightheadedness struck him causing him to lean heavily against the older man. “I feel like shit,” he complained. “If some magical dick was going to kidnap me, why couldn’t they- I don’t know- maybe heal me?” He knew annoyance seeped into his words, as did exhaustion. “Instead I’m stuck with you being nice and it is seriously creeping me out.” “Heh, you don’t know the half of it, little Gilbert,” he said in a less than reassuring voice this time. If he didn’t prioritize Jeremy and Elena showed up, Gray would be growing up without a father. That wasn’t the only reason he opted to drop everything, endure the world being a little bit off its axis, just to see to Jeremy’s well-being. He was family and Damon genuinely cared about the little brat. “You look like shit,” Damon conceded, guiding him into the building. “You’re heavier than I remember, too. Take it easy on the chips,” he added pointedly, always aiming to get a rise out of him. The last time he had to haul the Gilbert kid around, he had vampire strength. Hadn’t really been a necessity otherwise, not in the days since he became human. “Asking our great and powerful dick of an entity to double down on the ‘good’ part of the land would be asking too much apparently,” he commented as he paused to try and recall which way the clinic was situated. He had only been there a few days, most of which had been spent practically bathing in alcohol with Ric. “Not a vampire for miles to heal you either, sorry baby bro.” Then again, there was Hope, but that was a can of worms he didn’t really want to open just yet. “Thanks,” he rolled his eyes at Damon’s remarks. “And it is all muscle, jackass.” Jeremy didn’t realize just what was wrong yet. Sure, Damon looked older, but it could have just been his mind playing tricks on him. Blood loss did funny things to the mind. Not a vampire for miles to heal. Jeremy actually turned and looked at Damon with wide eyes. “The cure- you fucking took it? Did Elena? Damon, I need to know my sister got her wish!” A hand came up to grip the front of Damon’s shirt as he found some new strength. “Please tell me I didn’t die for nothing.” Last he had known was Katherine running off with the cure before he ended up getting shuffled loose of the mortal coil. “Please tell me Elena got her happy ever after.” The moment of strength wore off and he sagged against Damon. His eyes squeeze shut as he tried to ignore how lightheaded he was feeling. “I need to lay down…Just get explain stuff to me while you drag me to the clinic.” Goodland was giving him a headache, well that or dying was giving him a headache. Once he was a little more stable he was going to get himself nice and drunk so he didn’t have to think about anything for a bit. The trick was going to be finding a supply here. The sudden turn of events and strength in Jeremy’s grip clearly startled Damon. He hadn’t tangled with the supernatural in so long, having left that all up to Ric and his crew, it threw him off his guard. Nearly losing his balance, his reflexes kicked in eventually and he gripped Jeremy’s forearms just in time to catch his sinking weight. “You know, if I didn’t work out, this would be a huge problem for both of us,” he answered while evading the rest of Jeremy’s interrogation on purpose. He didn’t obey his wishes, but rather dragged him per request to the clinic as fast as he could. Once there, he practically kicked the door in to get Jeremy to an empty bed without regard for the nurses on call. Once he situated him, Damon slumped tiredly into the nearest chair and propped his feet up on a sitting stool. “There. Now we can play catch-up while they work out there’s not an option for them to treat you first. Hope you heard that, lads and ladies,” the latter he added in a louder voice over his shoulder. Some aspects of Damon had certainly not changed when he became human, he was still terribly demanding. When his attention focused back on Jeremy, his expression softened. “It took a long time for Elena to get the cure, Jeremy. Years. Even longer for me, but she’s good. Like I was gonna not let her take it first.” Never mind that he had tried to hide it out of fear initially, Jeremy didn’t need to know that much. Fishing out his phone, he scanned for more messages and caught sight of Elena’s arrival and his eyes widened. That would have to stay secret for now, though he did zip a message to her with a barely restrained smile of excitement. “You’re not dead either, by the way. Back home. Bonnie brought you back eventually. Want anymore spoilers or is that enough for now?” The trip to the clinic was kind of a blur, but Jeremy did find himself grunting in mild pain as he found himself in a bed. He glared at Damon as he brought a hand up to the nasty wound on his neck. Flesh was ragged and somewhat sticky from the drying blood. He couldn’t help picking at the bitemark as he listened to Damon. Years, Elena took the cure years later and then so did Damon. He only stopped toying with his neck when a person came over to take a look at him. The nurse didn’t seem impressed with him, but wasn’t overly rude. Jeremy couldn’t help making a face at the mention of needing an IV. Needles were not his favorite thing. One the nurse was gone to get supplies he cast Damon a look. “Bonnie isn’t supposed to be doing magic like that,” he pointed out. “I’m guessing she brought Ric back too? And whatever, spoil away I guess. I already have people from my future telling me things. How much more messed up can my life be?” He shifted to readjusted the pillows behind him so he could get comfortable. His lips pursed into a line as the nurse came back and hooked up the IV. Jer got to deal with the discomfort of having his neck cleaned and bandaged so he checked his phone. Elena? Jenna… Jer shot a message off to Jenna and quickly got himself in some trouble. “Damn it,” he put his phone down screen against his pant leg. “How much worse- no...confusing? Damon, this is all messed up and I don’t know what to think. Ugh, I was such a dick to Hope and now I’m feeling bad. I’m guessing she is actually in my future.” Jeremy ran a hand over his lower face as he tried to stop himself from freaking out. “Jenna is here and you’re human. And I just want to get passed out drunk so I don’t have to deal right now.” “Yeah, well, you can’t. Yet,” countered Damon. “Shots are on the table, but you gotta let them fix you first. You’re in bad shape, Jeremy. I didn’t realize how much damage she’d…” His gaze darkened at the memory of Katherine. “You were dead, looked a hell of a lot different after the fact. They’re gonna fix you though.” Settled into the chair, his fingers pressed into his temples, Damon heaved out another sigh. If Jeremy had shown up, how long before someone like a murderous Klaus or Kai actually did appear? Or worse… Katherine. Sure, Cade should have been up there, too, but he cared less about him than the former monsters. He wasn’t a vampire. How was he going to protect his family now? “Hope can take it,” he assured. “She’s already putting up with me, you’re the least of her worries. As for Bonbon…” Damon’s shoulders shrugged as he tried to think of the best way to catch Jeremy up on practically a decade of the witch’s escapades. “Bonnie’s alive, she’s as fine as life lets her be. Went off to travel the world, checks in now and then. “The good news is, your life pans out, Jer. Take heart. You don’t stay an absolute trainwreck, congrats,” he finished with a grin. “She...didn’t do it, exactly. I was just the bloodbag for some ancient vampire, that Katherine basically served up.” Jer made a face at the mere memory of the feeling, not that it was much in the realm of memories at the moment. There was still an ache in his neck and soul from what had occured in that tomb. “And I know, miracles of modern medicine,” he sneered slightly. Vampire blood would be a quick fix, but instead he was stuck with bandages, IVs, and a round of medicine. He closed his eyes as he tried to ignore how the solution being pumped into his veins felt like ice water. The ring he wore had brought him back so many times, but he had never needed to deal with stuff like this. Now he had to deal with the after effects of being teleported to some place called Goodland after dying in a violent way. Traumatic neck injury indeed. A snort escaped him as Damon’s words broke into his thoughts. “I’ll probably say sorry later. And, I feel for her. Putting up with you is annoying,” his lips curled faintly into a smile. The relationship he had with Damon was complicated. The guy was a jerk, one he wanted dead more times than not, but he had also been there for him at times. It did frustrate him that everyone always seemed to forgive Damon and he wanted to hold onto his anger towards Damon. That anger was something he knew. “Travel the world,” he breathed out. Jeremy glanced towards Damon as he actually really smiled. “Good for Bonnie.” That smile wavered before turning into a sneer. His hand came up and he flipped the other man the bird. “My life is not a trainwreck, asshole.” His life was a trainwreck, a violent one at that. It made no difference to Damon, he would resent Katherine for it and so much more anyway. Silas had gotten exactly what he deserved, but Katherine… He still wasn’t satisfied with her ultimate ending, if only because it took Stefan from him in the process. He never would believe he deserved this amazing chance at a human life over Stefan, but his brother and Elena did. So, wasting it never crossed his mind. He chuckled at the sight of the middle finger presented. Regardless of what happened between them in the past and in Jeremy’s future, Damon would practically die for the kid. It was strange to see him as a kid again and not an adult, but that was starting to seem like par for the Goodland golf course. Trouble was, did Damon have the heart to tell Jeremy that Bonnie had moved on? The kid was injured enough, that could wait. Wasn’t like Bonnie was there to prove it. Yet. “I like Hope,” he said, ignoring the playful derision. “Not sure she likes me, but that’s not surprising. She’ll get over it. She’s a Mikaelson, that’s what they do.” Sort of. Dropping his feet to the floor, he leaned forward, elbows on his thighs and hands clasped together before him. “So, if these screw-ups can’t fix you, maybe after you apologize, she might. Not sure how her blood works though, she’s some… crazy trifecta of species, so. Far be it from me to assume. She’s living with Ric and his daughters. Oh yeah. Ric’s got kids.” He paused and looked at the next nurse that rushed in. “Might wanna give the kid some morphine, he’s gonna need it.” Jeremy turned his head faster then he meant to and felt the temporary bandages snagged at the motion. Ouch, fuck. He pushed that annoyance aside as he focused on what Damon had just said. The Hope Chick, as he referred to her, was actually a Mikaelson? How was that even possible? Unless she was a vampire- “Pretty sure we don’t get along,” he said with a raised eyebrow. “But maybe.” What was a trifecta of species anyway? He had been a real dick to her, but in his defense he had been, and still was, freaking out. Dying, landing here, and now all this. He was getting the worst headache ever. Why couldn’t one of his supernatural powers be healing? Ric’s got kids. He didn’t even give a smart ass remark to Damon’s morphine comment. Jeremy was just trying to process that Ric had kids. Ric, the original vampire that was now human. What the fuck was wrong with this place? Why had it yanked him from a death to thrust him into a place where everyone was so much older than him? He winced as the nurse fixed his bandages and did put some sort of pain killer into the IV drip. Most likely not morphine. “The weirdest fucking thing of all of this? Is you being so creepy nice.” He sank all the way back against the pillows and stared right up at the ceiling. Everyone was so old, so different. He was the one that was the relic now; a reminder of their pasts. God, this sucked. “Yeah, well,” Damon sighed. “You’re actually my family now, Jeremy Gilbert. I married your sister, and… you’re an uncle. So, have fun with that extra bombshell.” Noting that the nurse had gotten around to the pain medication, Damon finally stood up and went over to where his brother-in-law lay. Hand on his shoulder, he gave him a gentle squeeze and a rare sympathetic smile. It was a little strange for him to be nice to the angsty teenager in front of him, but that was only because he’d grown used to Jeremy being an adult that seldom checked in with them outside of the holidays. “That should knock you out soon, even if it isn’t morphine,” he commented. “I’m gonna go get your aunt now, gotta keep on being nice. Being human’s weird like that. Don’t get used to it though, baby Gilbert. I’m not gonna go easy on you when you’re up and at ‘em again.” |