001 .. for Stefan Salvatore

[unforgivably]

[ He knows he should have called him sooner. It's been about an hour. Longer than it should be. But, Elena's here. She's disoriented, confused, and he knows her safety and sanity should be his priority. So, he thinks he did the right thing. It was even his idea to call Stefan. He just hadn't called him until Elena suggested he should.

Standing by the nurse's station, he dials a number that shouldn't be familiar to him - but what should be here. Muscle memory at work, he slides the numbers over of the rotary phone he finds. Considering it's mid-day, he hopes Stefan is at the garage and he tries there first. ]

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[unforgivably]

[ He glances over to Elena. ]

She's not exactly trusting - well, anything. She says she trusts us, but I think it might help if we're both here. She doesn't trust the sheriff and frankly, I don't blame her. He pawned off our stuff last month, who knows what we'll have to give him this month to get who knows what back for Elena. [ His serious Damon tone comes out, a dynamic he hasn't brought out in months, not since he'd come out of the Phoenix Stone and screwed everything up. But, all of that feels miles away (and also close to touch) ] Take a long lunch break Stefan, we own the business.

[immoderation]

[ Stefan's forehead creases as he can't help but scowl at the all-too-fresh memory of his little scavenger hunt at the Packrat's behest. ]

Fine. I'm on my way.

[unforgivably]

Fine. We'll be here.

[ Click. ]

[immoderation]

[ Stefan is actually anxious to see Elena, despite Damon's implication that he's needlessly dragging his feet on this. So he quickly washes his hands and locks up the garage before heading over to the hospital. ]