¡Tink! (tinkhatespink) wrote in valarcomm, @ 2015-02-22 12:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | stefan salvatore, tinkerbell |
Tink's life had really been turned upside down lately. There was Neal going off to find his son, then being possessed, and their break-up. She and Peri found out that they were, in fact, biologically related, due to a soap opera-esque mix-up at the fertility clinic their mothers used to get pregnant. Tink's wing was sliced when some guys were breaking into cars on the lot at work, and she was honestly convinced that she would never fly again. She met Anders, a kind doctor, who stitched it up for her. The Old Man who owned the garage where she worked died the night before Valentine's Day, and Tink's future was threatened. It'd been rough.
Peri got her wings from the dreams, though, and through sisterly magic Tink's wing was healed. Then she found out that the Old Man left her everything; Garage (which he held the deed for), house, stocks, bonds... everything. Apparently, the Old Man pushed everyone else away. His only son died in a car crash twenty years ago, and his wife died shortly after. He was alone in the world, crotchety and miserable, and Tink was the only person who fought back and stuck around. She took the abuse, pushed it aside, and kept right on working. After all, she'd been turned down from other Garage's when she applied for mechanics positions because the garages didn't think anyone would take her seriously.
ANYWAY.
She was at the Garage on Sunday afternoon, going through the rolodex. There were a bunch of mechanics she'd worked with through the years, and she wanted to hire on some staff to help her get through the first couple of weeks while everything transitioned.
She made it to the Ss, and found Stefan's number. They'd gotten along really well. And his daughter was beautiful. Tink called his number and listened while it rang.