The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Blake and Godric
What: A forcible outing (oh, no!)
Where: Out and about in Boston
When: 9pm sharp
Rating: Probably high by the end
Warning: This scene will contain smooches and snuggles and other icky stuff. Bring a barf bag.


At exactly nine o'clock, Godricwent into his bedroom, retrieved his partner with barely a word, and brought him out to the car. Tonight was determination, yes, but it was also about trying not to force himself to be determined about things. Tonight was about trying to just "be" without having to try as much as he did. Which was why there was a playlist synched up in the Prius when they got in, and Godric took Blake's hand then turned on the radio, then kissed him before driving off to Boston. With songs playing that Godric knew he liked, he could focus on that and not on whether or not the drive was strained or awkward. They could make small talk and he might not think and overthink if Blake was silently breaking his words down bit by bit. Ever since Blake had locked him that room, and the days of withdrawal, Godric worried that the quiet moments Blake had were imply filled with worries and judgement. But not tonight.

And, since he was wearing comfortable clothing (including his favorite shirt), Godric was not going to be uptight and uncomfortable as they pulled up to the dance club where they had shared their first true intimate experience, ironically in the very public parking lot. He wasn't even going to wonder if the owners would recognize the car and the two of them from a year and a half ago. He was just going to go inside, with Blake, and drink and probably stand around (and possibly be forced to dance) and just enjoy being together, without overthinking it.

But first he would worry just a little if this was something Blake wanted to do. "This alright?" he asked softly, looking over at the other man.

Who: Blake and Godric
Where: Their fave cafe
When: Eight p.m.
What: Godric needs to hold a meeting
Rating: PG

In true Godric fashion, he had arrived half an hour early, procured a table for himself and Blake, and was going over his points in his head. Now that he wasn't taking the potion, his mind was in overdrive, and he had thought out every possible way this conversation could go. He was prepared for it. Truthfully, he had missed this, feeling in control. But being without the control, and without the need for it, had been blessed relief. He was ready for this debate. He was also ready for it not to be one at all, though his hopes weren't high for that.

Seeing Blake approaching, Godric got to his feet, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie. "Hello," he said with a soft smile, nervous but trying to hide it. He was ready for this, and he knew he was. He had prepared everything he wanted to say. But he couldn't ever prepare himself for Blake. Blake's heart, and usually his mind, rarely went where Godric expected it to go.

Who: Godric and Blake
What: Angry violent withdrawal
Where: The BGH
When: Saturday night
Rating: R for violence and language
Warning: Verbal and physical abuse


It had been almost 24 hours since Godric had been out of this room, and over a day and a half since he'd last drank any of his potion. At first he had been mad that Blake had tricked him, and had locked him in here like a prisoner. After more time passed, he'd become furious. There were a few times when he had been very close to punching Blake right in the face, but he'd maintained only by destroying other things in the room. Now, though... now he was getting desperate. Everything that went away when he was drinking the potion was coming back to him, guilt and thoughts and worries and because it was sweeping in like a grand tidal wave, it was too much to handle. His hands were shaking, his heart hammering hard in his chest, his breath uneven and quick. He couldn't even look at Blake anymore when he came into the room, but instead Godric sat in the corner furthest from the door, knees drawn up and eyes downcast. He didn't speak anymore, didn't respond when spoken to. He just had to wait this out, until Blake was convinced he was fine, until he could get out of here. If he survived that long.

Who: Blake, Godric and Wesley
What: Intervention
Where: The BGH
When: Afternoon
Rating: R for language
Note: Chat Aimscene

( Talk. I'm listening. )

Who: Godric and Blake
What: Grocery shopping
Where: Stop and Shop!
When: Around 11:30pm
Rating: TBD


After the house had settled, and everyone was in bed and Blake had slumped down on the couch in an exhuasted heap, Godric had grabbed him by the wrists and hoisted the demon once again to his feet and almost whined for him to come grocery shopping. Normall Godric would have just gone by himself and let Blake rest, but he'd taken some of the potion not two hours prior and he was feeling bubbly. Sure, he could go alone, but he wanted Blake to come with him, to spend time with him. And these days, when Godric wanted to do something, he usually just did it.

The 24 hour supermarket was a blinding beacon in the otherwise darkness of a closed Danvers. A few people were milling about the place, mostly night workers who recognized Godric and smiled a polite New England hello. And of course there was Blake, who looked tired and somehow beautiful at the same time. "Everyone keeps eating all my cereal," Godric lamented, tossing a box into the carriage as he came up behind Blake and trapped him in a playful embrace. "Why do you people have to eat so much?"

Who: Godric and Ava
What: Going to a den
Where: Boston, of course
When: Evening
Rating: R


It had been a good while since Godric had gone to a den for its simple intended purpose. Last time there had been ulterior motive behind it, unsettled anger and jealousy and a fair amount of emotion that he couldn't handle without lashing out at someone. Tonight, though, he just... wanted to. It had been that simple. Having taken his potion for a second time that day, Godric had just decided that he didn't want to do bagged blood that evening. He had even debated taking Blake, but eventually ruled it out. Try as they might, non-vampires didn't really understand or appreciate the need for a den, and Blake was a jealous sort anyway and he wouldn't much care for the intimate nature of the acts going on there. Plus, it had been a while since Godric had spent any time with Ava, and even though sex was sadly off the table now, he still appreciated her sultry companionship.

Godric was well dressed, but not overly done. Just enough to make an impression, and to coincide with his companion for the evening, whom he was certain looked absolutely perfect. Ava would never leave the house without looking ravishing, and she certainly wouldn't set foot in a den unless she looked as though she owned it. And she definitely didn't disappoint. "Mmm." He gave her a soft purr as his eyes took in the sight before him, and offered an arm. "Looking quite mediocre as always," he teased.

Who: Godric and Wesley
What: Pacing
Where: All over the house
When: About 1am
Rating: TBD

So, Godric thought as he made his ninetieth lap around the kitchen, this must be what addiction feels like. The effects of the potion had worn off a few hours ago, and after laying in bed for forty minutes overthinking about all the things he'd done that day, Godric had gotten up and just started pacing the house. He had cleaned the play room, checked in on children, swept the kitchen, made a batch of hard boiled eggs, read a chapter in a book, went over his leson plan (again), and even made Blake lunch for the following day. While his hands had been busy, his mind had been racing. This potion was dangerous because it made him careless, it made him allow the students to speak to him in a way that he normally wouldn't, it made him stray from his lesson plan, it made him act completely unlike himself.

But, at the same time, he wanted it. He wanted to just be the person that the potion turned him into. He wanted to not care what anyone thought about him, he wanted to just let things go, to not have worry and guilt cloud up his head. He wanted to be okay with Hope and Wesley and not think about all the ways it could and probbaly would go wrong. He wanted to be fine with kissing Blake in public and holding his hand. But his brain overcomplicated everything and the potion simplised it, and it was impossible not to be addicted to that.

He knew it was bad, though, so he was trying to resist driving to the school and just getting it, drinking it down before anyone woke up and could see him like he was now, dishevelled and frantic and pacing like a man with a guilty conscience. He knew that he should give it up now, while he still could. While he still had the self control to do it. But every minute that passed felt like an eternity, and Godric couldn't keep his eyes from going back to his car keys that were hanging on the peg by the door.

Who: Godric
What: Contemplating his new magic
Where: His office on campus
When: Early morning
Rating: PG

Sitting at his desk as he went over his lesson plan for the day, Godric tried to ignore the pull to the bottle in the bottom drawer. He hadn't looked at it since last week, hadn't wanted to see if it was still there. He was almost scared to see it in there, full like Jane had promised. What had happened on Thursday night, what he had almost done with Riley and Jane, what he'd wanted to do... It was dangerous. This magic Jane had given him was dangerous.

But then again...

It had been liberating, not caring so much. To not have such a heavy burden in his heart, to think about Wesley and Hope and not fight back the flames of anger. To think about Blake and not have a waterfall of guilt come crashing down on him, to just enjoy the moments he was alive. It made him think of his old self, the man in the den, the smug young man with a smile that brought women to their knees. That man was dangerous, and so was that bottle. The rush of pure joyous indifference was very dangerous indeed.

Opening the drawer, slowly, Godric half expected a note left by Jane, a joke. He expected her to be playing with him. He had given her some freedom, she was bound to make him regret it. Women always made him regret things. But there it was, the same bottle, filled to the very top with a light blue liquid that almost seemed to glow. He would regret drinking this, he already knew it, even as he lifted the bottle from the drawer and uncapped it, and rested the rim to his lips. It would be a mistake. But he was tired. Tired of the worry, the hurt, the uncertainty, the guilt. Part of him missed the man he used to be, the indifferent man. That part tipped back the bottle, drank the liquid down. Half the bottle's contents went smoothly down his throat. Swallowing, the taste strong and pleasant on his tongue, Godric set the bottle on the desk and stared at it, just stared. So this was his wish, hm? To give up? To be so weak that he couldn't handle his own mind, couldn't handle the people around him that depended on him, that trusted him? That needed him?

"What have they ever done for you?" he asked himself, screwing the cap back on as a rush of warmth spread through him. "Hm? Wesley is screwing your childe, and she will likely screw Wesley. Blake has ruined you completely, forcing these obnoxious emotions on you to begin with. Peyton, ungrateful brat, vanished, who knows where. Reese and his ego, William and his, plus his penchant for self destruction. Nox and his bliss in ignorance, Georgie who scorns everything you do..." Letting his fingertip run down the glass, Godric smirked, slightly. "What have they done for you, Ricky... what indeed." The bottle was placed back in the drawer, and the vampire leaned back in his chair. "Oh well," he said with a shrug, going back to his lesson plan. "Who cares anyway."

Who: Riley, Godric (and later Jane)
What: Meeting and drinking and wishing
Where: Godric's office on campus
When: Early evening
Rating: TBD
Note: Completed here

What a week. Godric had stayed on campus tonight simply because he didn't feel like going home and diving headfirst into the madness that was awaiting him. Wesley was in a bit of a mess (to say the least), and not only was he going out this evening with a ver unpaletable person, but he had yet another engagement the following night. Not to mention, of course, the heartache and misery that Hope always brought into the house in one form or another. Then there was Blake, who had taken on his role of Mother a bit too well. Plus the six children had adapted nicely to their new home which meant they were behaving like children, which meant they were running around like mad people and making more noise than an insane asylum. Godric needed a break, and he needed time to brood and think withou Blake pestering him about what was wrong and mothering him and acting like such a woman about it that Godric didn't even know what to do.

So like a mature, responsible adult, he was hiding where no one would look for him and drinking a nicely aged scotch with a sensible shot glass. And he was listening to The Counting Crows, a nice morose melody (Long December to be precise) to accompany the broodfest. The music was a bit louder than he normally would play it, but he was pretty sure no one was down here at this time of night. Pretty sure.

Who: Wesley, Godric and probably Hope
Where: a run down Motel somewhere
When: evening of the Monday
What: Wesley is getting drunk and playing Hulk. Godric & Hope may arrive.
Rating: There will be swearing.

Wesley had already drunk all the mini bar of the cheap motel, kicked in the television, smashed a chair and had ripped down the shower curtain just for good measure. He was destroying whenever his moods fluctuated which happened to increase whenever Hope text him. The healer didn't really want anyone to come to him but he wanted his Godric and he just had no idea what to do. He felt like being sick, and he felt like going to sleep, and he felt like smashing a bottle over his head but thankfully there was more whiskey to be found from a passing drunk outside.

There was no guarantee that either Godric or Hope would figure out where he was so for now he contented himself by lying stomach-down on the bed, bottle half-cocked to his mouth as he made half ass attempts to continue drinking.

Who: Wes and Ric (and Blake)
Where: BGH
When: Friday night
What: Wes needs cuddles
Rating: Probs swearing

Wesley needed something that wasn't food, drink, distraction or mindless tv. What he needed was his vampire, the calming and logical influence of his dear best friend. He waited in the dark of the living room until the kids were in bed, then he waited for Blake and Ric to retire. After a few brief passes of their bedroom door he waited a further hour, once the cries and grunts of 'manlove' had died down, then he crept in his jamies into the master bedroom.

It was hot in here, and it smelt of the afterglow of sex but he didn't comment on it or feel the slow burn of jealousy or desire as normal. Instead he slipped slowly onto the bed, noticing Blake's gentle breathing of a deep sleep as the couple lay tangled in the sheets. It appeared that Ric had played top dog tonight. After a moment Wes settled, then gently announced his presence by wrapping one gentle arm around Ric's form.

Who: Hope and Godric
When: Night
Where: BGH
What: A confrontation

Hope didn't bother to knock. She still had a key to the house so she simply let herself in. Everyone that was downstairs was far too busy to notice regardless. That was one benefit to the house being full of people. You could get in and get out unnoticed if you wanted to. But of course she wasn't trying to be unnoticed. No, she was here to have a conversation. And she knew where he was in the house the moment that she'd entered it so she had no need to ask.

She took the back stairs up to the third floor where Godric's office was located just across from her former bedroom (which she still needed to get all of her things out of), and she rapped upon his door quick and hard before turning the doorknob and letting herself in. It wasn't like he didn't know she was coming. He'd felt her the moment she'd turned her rental car into the driveway, she was sure, and yet he hadn't run away so perhaps that was a good sign. Or maybe he just didn't care enough to bother.

Hope didn't give him a hello, a how are you, nothing of the sort, instead she just stopped short of the front of his desk and gave him a look before she asked, "You can't even be bothered to return an email?" She had papers in her right hand, but they were kept there for now, contained in a plain manila envelope that was clasped shut but not sealed.

Who: Godric and Blake
What: Spending time together
Where: The BGH
When: Evening
Rating: TBD

First there had been dinner, then there had been shopping and by the time all was said and done, Godric was tired but satisfied. The house wasn't ready for a boatload of children just yet, but if they showed up tonight they could make do. It was a solid start. Tomorrow they could stock up on groceries, canned noodles and sauce and ravioli and boxes of macaroni and cheese, various nonparishables that children enjoyed. But for tonight, they could finally just sit down and relax. Everything had been brought upstairs and was organized (sort of) in the room and maybe later on in the night Godric would build the bookshelves and tables that were planned for the older child room.

For now, though, he could sit next to Blake on the sofa and let the demon choose whatever channel they were to watch, and be content with an arm around his shoulders. Blake had been extremely helpful tonight, animated and smiling and checking off his list with excited fervor. It was pretty cute to witness how happy he was about the prospect of children. "So," Godric said after a moment of channel flipping, "is this what you imagined when you said you wanted a house full of children someday?"

Who: Peyton and Ric
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: his office
What: a visit

Peyton wasn't feeling strong enough yet to leave. While she received the vaccine within a minute of her arrival at school, the virus moved much faster, so she did get sick, severely so, even though it was brief. Good thing she hadn't come before the school got that shot. She probably would have died within a day's time.

But, she was alive and on the mend, so she decided to stop lounging around Reese's new place and go pester her favorite person to pester. Godric. She slipped on a hoodie and flip flops and headed out to his office. It felt weird being back on campus, and she was getting a lot of looks from people who recognized her, but Peyton ignored them all. She didn't give a shit about most of them. There were very few people on campus who meant anything to her, and as soon as she was fully healed, she was teleporting her ass back to Seattle.

Arriving at Ric's office, she walked right in and flopped down in one of the big chairs in front of his desk, spinning and letting her legs dangle off the arm. "Sup, pops?"

Who: Blake, Penny and Godric
Where: Blake's apartment on campus
When: Sunday evening
What: Cured! But Blake's sill a mess.

Since calling Godric on his birthday Blake had been to say the least, distracted. Though Penny had managed to calm him down and convince him that diving off the boat to get back to Boston wasn't exactly the most sensible thing, he'd instead tried to find a cure, only to see from checking journals at the weekend that people were already being saved.

It was a relief, but also an extra worry. If people were ok, and the electricity was back on, then why wasn't Ric calling? What had happened to him, to Hope? What about everyone else? Blake just about managed to keep it together on the plane ride home, mainly for Penny's sake. He didn't envy her having to put up with him over the last few days and he'd been very conscious to try and keep the panic to a minimum.

Arriving in Danvers on Sunday evening there was one place Blake wanted to go and he immediately headed back to his apartment, Penny in tow. The door was flung open the moment the key was turned, and Blake met the scent of illness, Ric and Hope the moment he entered.

"Godric?! Godric please tell me you're here..."

Who: Hope and Ric
When: Evening
Where: Blake's apartment (wtf?)
What: Snowbound and falling ill

This had been a rough week. Hope was still trying to adjust to being back in her old life, or new life, however it was that one chose to look at it. She was getting back into the swing of things with teaching and helping the new director through a few issues that he was having with taking over the school and attempting to get back into research mode all while trying not to be overcome with jealousy over the situation with Godric and Ava. So far, so good. But then the snow came and blanketed the school and she, like everyone else, found herself trapped. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to get a little much needed alone with with Godric.

Hope knew that the vampire was making himself comfortable in Blake's on campus apartment since he could not make it home because of the snow. And since she was certain he wasn't doing much on Friday night, she had decided to head over to see him for a bit with a bottle of wine, a couple of bags of freshly donated blood and a movie in hand. Lifting a thin hand up to knock on the door, she knew he would know who was there without even having to answer. That knowledge did nothing to alleviate the nervous knot that had formed in the pit of her stomach for two seperate reasons, one before she was going to see Ric and the other because she was going to see Ric in Blake's apartment. That could prove to be a bit odd.

Who: Blake and Godric
What: Pikcing up the drunk
Where: Starting at Blake's place
When: Around 9
Rating: PG 13
Status: In progress

It didn't take fifteen minutes to get to the campus, but Godric gave Blake some extra time to get himself prepared for company. Whatever it was that he and Penny had talked about must have been intense. When Godric had talked to the demon, he had been nervous about hurting Penny's feelings and apprehensive about an incoming relative visit. But now he was drunk on a full bottle of wine and slurring and seemingly miserable. He was apologizing for things that Godric didn't even know about, which indicated he felt guilty and self-depreciating. Penny must have done a number on Blake.

Finally, Godric arrived at Blake's place, not bothering to knock and insted letting himself in. Well, Blake hadn't been exaggerating about one thing- he did look like a mess. With a small sigh, Godric went and sat down beside the man, not saying a word, just looking on expectantly.

( Ok now was his moment... the lines of conversation, the way he could explain himself! But faced with Godric's expectant face and smelling of booze, Blake merely tilted his head and smiled, softly. 'You're so pretty.' )

Who: Blake and Godric
What: The vampire is in a fine mood
Where: Blake's office
When: First thing in the morning
Rating: PG 13

Now that Hope had returned, things just felt right. The pessemistic part of Godric was quieted for the moment, the rest of him simply reveling in the goodness of life. Things were going so well. Hope had come home, he and Blake were managing a friendship without much complication, and he was even (sort of) dating someone without worrying that it would fall to pieces and devastate everyone involved. It just seemed too good to be true.

But, for now, he would just enjoy it. Maybe soon everything would turn sour again, but that was the future. Now was now, and now was good. And right now the vampire was seeking out Blake to tell him the great news about Hope. He knocked on the demon's office door and then simply let himself in, a smile stuck on his lips. "Good morning, Mr. Elliot," he said brightly, shutting the door behind himself and taking residence in a chair across from Blake. "Hope is back. Back in Danvers, back to herself... back in my blood. She's back." Laughing a little, Godric leaned back in the chair, steepling his fingers. "I feel as though I might explode from happiness."

Who: Garret, Hope, and Godric later
What: Hope returns to Danvers
When: Hella early morning
Where: Starting at Logan Airport, then on to the BGH
Rating: PG 13

The trip back to Boston from Mexico was a complete and total pain in the ass. First, Hope had had to get a ride back into the US so she could catch a plane out of Texas because that was the only way she could get back in a timely fashion. She had decided to simply give her car to the people she had been staying with down there. They couldn't really do much with a Lotus, sure, but they could sell it and get enough money to really help out their impoverished community. After all they had done for her, they deserved it. But then, after getting to Texas and finding a flight that would work for her, she had been subject to delays because of the weather in the North East and she wasn't able to get to Logan International until roughly two hours before sunrise. That wouldn't leave much time for a prolonged hello but hopefully Garret would be okay with that.

She didn't have any checked bags to claim, only a carry on as she had tossed the rest of her stuff into a box and shipped it back to Godric's address. So when she finally made it down to meet with Garret, she was ready to go. The problem was that she was short and most of the crowd was tall and she had to pop up onto her tip toes to try to see where the taller man was standing. She finally managed to spot his handsome self and she smiled brightly as she called out his name, "Garret!" The one benefit to being small was she was able to weave her way through the crowd with relative ease, an "excuse me" muttered every now and then before she was finally near enough to fling her arms around him in a tight hug.

( His girl was home again. )

Who: Blake and Godric
What: Crossword puzzles
Where: Godric's study in the BGH
When: Evening
Rating: PG


Godric was ready for Blake's arrival. Hot water was boiling for Blake's tea, a plate was set out for his biscuits, as was the demon's favorite mug. It would be nice for the two of them to just hang out, do things they used to do. Of course, it was something they had done when they were a couple, but since it was not sexual or intimate, Godric felt it was probably okay. Unless Blake brought over a very questionable crossword book, the evening was sure to remain PG.

When Blake did finally arrive, the vampire was sitting on the countertop (something he always scolded Wesley about) reading a romance novel and looking incredibly confused. Since Ava had mentioned them, he had been curious about the kind of subject matter in them. It was... strange. At the moment the heroine, who seemed to faint at the merest sign of emotion, was awaiting her lover (with some ridiculous masculine name) to return from a war or a mission or somewhere as manly as his ridiculous name. And she was thinking about his muscles, and Godric wasn't sure if he had ever seen a muscle 'ripple' when it wasn't having a seizure. And that was certainly not romantic. "Have you ever read these?" he asked when the demon came into the kitchen. "It's nonsense! How can women possibly buy into this? It is so far removed from reality it is almost bordering on insanity!"