Sara Lance (taer_alsafer) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-03-03 18:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, niklaus mikaelson, sara lance (white canary) |
Who: Sara and Klaus
What: A couple of old high school friends running into one another
Where: A bar
When: February 6th
Warnings/Ratings: Low/none
Status: Complete
Klaus needed out of his own home. Tyler was making it completely miserable. Klaus had thought of just killing him multiple times. But with his little girlfriend around keeping guard and trying to break through to him it made just simply killing him a bit more difficult. Not to mention Freya’s disapproval. Although if he didn’t turn his humanity back on soon, Klaus wasn’t sure how much longer he could refrain from killing Tyler.
For now though it was escaping the house. Which meant drinks (both alcoholic and blood) after the gallery. He walked into the bar eyes scanning for his next drunk, of the human variety first. His eyes landed on a blonde. Klaus had a thing for blondes. He didn’t even see her face, just the color of her hair was enough. He made his way over placing a hand on her arm ready to drag her outside for a snack. Usually he liked to charm and seduce the women before he fed but tonight he wasn’t in the mood to waste time.
Sara had to admit that it was nice being back home. Oh sure, the couchsurfing and trying to save up enough to be able to find her own place after five years of not saving up any more than required to move on to her next destination was a little annoying, but home, well, it was home.
When she was a teenager, she’d had a bully campaign against her, and her father had taught her self-defense so that she’d be better equip to protect herself. Those skills had come in hand while she was traveling, especially through some of the countries that were less friendly toward small, blonde women that were travelling alone. Which meant that when someone grabbed her, her instincts took over. She spun quickly to break his grasp, her hand already in a fist, and as she spun, she got prepared to punch whoever the hapless bastard was.
She stopped herself at the last minute when she saw who it was who had grabbed her. “Klaus?” she exclaimed, surprised. “What are you doing? You scared the hell out of me.”
Ah, she was going to put up a fight. Even better. Make Klaus work for his meal a bit. However when she went to punch him Klaus saw who she was.
Sara Lance.
Klaus hadn’t seen Sara in years. Since he took off right after graduation. He didn’t exactly have ‘friends’ in high school. But Sara he and Sara had been in the same circles. It was as friendly as Klaus got back then, or even now. Actually he was probably less friendly now. Still he wasn’t about to eat an almost friend. Not tonight anyway.
“Sara,” Klaus replied with his usual smirk. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“I could say the same to you,” Sara said. “Didn’t you run off somewhere after school?” she asked. Not that she hadn’t done the exact same thing, it had just taken her a few years longer to make the same decision. “I’ve gotta say though, it’s nice to see a familiar face.” She moved in for a half-hug. She and Klaus had never been especially close, but she had considered him a friend once upon a time.
Klaus didn’t exactly return Sara’s half-hug (he wasn’t the hugging type) but he didn’t push her away either. Probably the best anyone could hope for from Klaus. “I found my way back,” he replied with a shrug, answering her question. “Though I assumed you ran off as well.” He hadn’t run into her in the year and a half he had been back at least.
“Aw, you been checking up on me?” Sara teased, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow. It didn’t take a detective to notice that Klaus didn’t have a drink in hand, and she nodded toward the bar, a silent c’mon, starting to walk toward it.
“Your presence might have been missed, love,” Klaus replied with a devilish grin. Thoughts of a snack gone for the time being. Alcohol was the better option for once. So he joined her at the bar, ordering himself a whiskey. “Tell me, what have you been up to?”
“Oh, you know, living the dream. Travelling the world,” Sara said, grinning. “I did the college thing for a while out of high school, but it turns out it wasn’t for me. What about you? See any interesting sights since the last time I saw you?”
“Wasn’t for me either,” Klaus replied with a smirk. Granted he hadn’t even attempted college but that wasn’t the point. “I did some traveling as well. Ended up in New Orleans for a bit.” He was finally able to keep the bitterness out of his voice at the mention of it. So much had happened since then that the sting of Marcel taking over his gallery didn’t have the same affect it used to.
“New Orleans? You know, I never did make it there.” Most of her travels had taken her out of the States - the further away she could get from her mistakes, the better. “Is it as much of a party as everyone says it is?”
“That’s too bad, love,” he commented as the bartender brought over their drinks. He took a sip before continuing. “I think you would have really liked it there,” he went on. Because yes her guess was correct. It was as much of a party as everyone said. Especially at Mardi Gras.
“Yeah? Maybe I’ll go visit sometime now that I’m back in the states.” Not for a while though. She had her old childhood bedroom back, which meant that she didn’t have to be too concerned about saving up for a damage deposit and last month’s rent on her own place, but that didn’t mean that she had money to burn. She’d spent the last of what she had flying back to California in the first place.
“So, why’d you come back to California?”
“Figured it was time to reconnect with my siblings,” Klaus replied with a shrug. Not Esther and Mikael. He had been back over a year and still hadn’t seen them. And while he had kept in touch with his siblings, after Marcel stole his gallery he realized it was his actual siblings he really needed. Not the fake brother he had in Marcel. “And yourself?”
“Funnily enough, same reason,” Sara said. Well, she only had one sibling, but Klaus knew that. She’d put off reconnecting with her sister for too long after the incident with Oliver, thinking that by avoiding the whole thing it would resolve itself. It seemed silly now, especially with how willing Laurel had been to welcome Sara back into her life.
“Siblings will do that to you,” he said with a smirk. Of course he knew Sara only had one sibling while he had six. But that wasn’t the point. While the whole Mikaelson clan was pretty close, he supposed just having one sibling would be an even greater bond. He himself was closer with a few of his siblings than the rest. “How is Laurel?”
“She’s good,” Sara said. She turned to the bartender, ordered herself a scotch, and without missing a beat, she turned back to Klaus. “She ended up following in Dad’s footsteps and is became a detective. And she has a kid now. She’s pretty much the cutest kid I’ve ever seen in my life. How’s the Mikaelson horde?”
Klaus wasn’t exactly a fan of law enforcement. Though he figured it’d be best to left that unsaid. Klaus Mikaelson was capable of biting his tongue when he wanted to. Wanted being the key word.
“Good for her,” Klaus commented taking a sip of his drink, not really having much else to say on the matter. “Kol’s got a kid now too,” since she asked about his family might as well stick to the subject of babies. “I’m living with Freya now. All the rest are basically the same.” There were too many to go through each one individually.
“Look at us, in the aunt and uncle club after all these years,” Sara teased. “And what about you, Klaus? What’s new with you, now that you’re back in town?”
In the dreams Klaus had a kid. He’d much prefer being an uncle over a dad. “As long as it’s not the mom and dad club,” Klaus replied with a smirk. “I opened up a gallery,” his smirk turned into an actual smile at the mention of it. “Soliel et Lune Galerie. You should stop by some time.”
“Not yet,” Sara said with a laugh. Maybe someday she’d have kids but right now… well, she definitely wasn’t in a good place to start thinking about raising a family. Hell, she could barely take care of herself half the time.
“That’s fantastic,” Sara said, giving Klaus’s arm a friendly squeeze at the news. She remembered how Klaus had always been painting in high school. “I’ll definitely have to come check it out. You might have to walk me through though. I still don’t know much about art.”
Not ever for Klaus. His sperm was long dead. But there was no need to drop the hybrid bomb on Sara just yet. Of course he loved to boast about how he was one of the most powerful beings around. But that was mostly when someone was attempting to threaten him, pretend they had some sort of power over him, or just annoyed him. None of which Sara was doing at the moment.
“If you come by. I can definitely make the time to walk you through. For an old friend,” he added that last bit with that devilish grin on his face. “You plan on staying in town awhile?”
“Indefinitely,” Sara said. “I want to be around for my niece. Besides, it’s kind of nice to finally be home after all those years on the road.” Travelling was nice, and Sara wouldn’t have traded it for anything. But knowing she had a bed to pass out in, and getting to see old and new friends on a regular basis was definitely nice, and not something she realized that she had missed so much until she had it back.
“I know the feeling,” Klaus agreed. And if Sara was anything like him. This place had a way of sucking you in. Whether family was around or not. He couldn’t help but smirk at what might be in store for her.