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Post Time Doors - Elijah

It’s been four days. Four days in that awful, horrible place with the mazes and the strange rhyming creatures. Rebekah hated nearly every moment of it, Jesse making a few moments bearable. Even worse it’s been four days unable to contact her brother, and four days without feeding. The former is worse to her than the latter, and sure that Elijah would have blood in his fridge she heads to his apartment after sending a quick text to say she was coming. It’s unsurprising that the door is unlocked and that he’s pacing restlessly. She nearly throws herself at him, wrapping arms about him and refusing to let go. “I’ve missed you.”

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Four days and Elijah's not heard from her. Or Jack. Neither has Hayley, and apparently her wolf-friend has been missing, as well, and the two of them did not handle it all that well, it has to be said.

Rebekah's message is a relief, and even more so is seeing her walk through his door. He catches her in his arms, holding her close.

"Where the hell have you been?"

“Somewhere awful,” she says through a choked laugh. It’s hard to not laugh when she thinks of that place, what other reaction is there to have? Finally, slowly she lets go, a hand slipping into his. Rebekah doesn’t want to be apart from him, not yet. “Singing animals and mazes and horrible things. I wasn’t sure I’d get to come back.”

Elijah doesn't want to let her go, either, and his hand clenches tightly around hers as he tugs her back close to keep his other arm around her.

"I was so worried," he murmurs. "I know strange things happen here, but I hadn't anticipated losing you again."

Not after he'd lost her for so very long before.

She's more than happy to keep her hand in his and her head on his shoulder. This is real, she reminds herself, he's here and they haven't been separated. "I know. I was worried about you too. So much. This was the first place I came."

"I'm fine." It's automatic, if true. He missed her, was terrified of losing her, but nothing happened back here to threaten him. He lifts his free hand to stroke through her hair lightly. "What do you need?"

"Blood." It's an instinctual thing and while she's not desperate yet, she knows that it won't be long until she is. It's only that she's an Original that she's lasted so long. "And Hayley?"

Elijah nods a little and disentangles only enough to move to the kitchen, hand still around hers. "Blood's in the fridge," he says, opening the door. "Take all you need."

He gives her a slightly quizzical look. "Is Hayley all right, you mean? She's fine, though she's been worried. About you and several of her friends disappeared, as well."

"No, that I want her blood," she says dryly, already in the kitchen and pulling out a blood bag. The first swallow is a relief, more of one then she'd care to admit to anyone including herself. It's hard for her to admit that she's missed the woman and that she's been concerned for her. When the bag is empty she reaches in for another one, giving her brother a confused look. "I was worried. That if something happened to me it might have happened to her, and the child."

Elijah arched an eyebrow, both at the admission and the confusion. "Honestly, I was, too, when I realized you were gone, but she was still here, though frantic over others gone. I had her come over here to sleep most of the nights, like that might keep her here, somehow."

He frowned a little. "I was thinking..."

"I was thinking?" She's finished the second bag off before she repeats his words, looking at him curiously. "Come, tell me. You must have some sort of plan, you always do."

Elijah hesitates another moment, then offers, "I was thinking we should get a house. These apartments aren't really up to our standards, and I don't like having you so far away." Because a mile or two was so very far. "And if we had one...we could ask Hayley to move in with us. She shouldn't be on her own, the farther she gets along in the pregnancy nor with a newborn, and we could protect her and help her better if she was with us..."

Rebekah's been more exicted and on board, he knows, but suggesting cohabiting still makes him a little wary.

"Please, yes. These places are awful. So... plebian." It's not the first word that pops into her head, but it's the least offensive one she can come up with. She hates living in a place so ordinary but justifying a house for just Elijah and herself when she's trying so hard to seem human and normal. "A nice house at least."

Elijah nods. It's not a perfect word, but he thoroughly echoes the sentiment behind it. "A very nice house," he agrees. "I was thinking of looking in one of the communities down by the beach."

It was pretty with the water, and the houses with ocean views were particularly nice.

"I like the beach." The second blood bag disposed of she twines her fingers again through her brother's. "I should like a room with a view of the sunrise."

Elijah wraps his hand back around hers in turn. "Then we'll put that on the list of requirements."

"Have you asked Hayley yet?" It seems the part that they need for this plan of his to work, and if Hayley isn't for it, it's all rather pointless to plan.

After a pause, Elijah shakes his head. "Not yet. I thought she might be more amenable if she could see how it was, all fixed up. And if she doesn't go for it, then you and I still have a place, and the baby will have a room for when she lets us take care of him."

"Does she like surprises?" Rebekah raises her brow, but she's interested, almost invested. There's little she likes more than planning things, throwing parties, setting things up. "Because if she doesn't, this might not be the best idea."

"I...don't actually know," Elijah is forced to admit. "But if we stress that she has no obligation, but we wanted to offer...she can't really be upset, right?"

Elijah's knowledge of how to handle women is occasionally quite obviously lacking. Rebekah, yes. Women in general...well, one only has to look at his track record to realize that, no. Not his strong point.

"We should probably ask together." Not that Rebekah and Hayley are great friends, but between Elijah and herself they can hopefully make her see reason, which, to Rebekah is that she would agree to live with them. "After we find the place, and get it decorated."

Elijah nods. "I think that sounds like a good idea. We can get the nursery all set up, bring her over. Make sure we set aside a good room for her, too, though..." He pauses, thinks. "We probably should let her decorate her own room. I'm not sure what her taste is. She hasn't done much with her place."

He hasn't either, but there's just no sense of her in her place that he's gotten.

Rebekah on the other hand has decorated her apartment from top to bottom. It's her own space with no one to tell her what she should do with it. Having a home to make over only pleases her more. "I have connections at a few shops."

Not that she plans on paying for much. Compulsion is a handy enough trick in times like these.

Elijah doesn't plan on paying for the house, so he certainly won't begrudge her compelled decor. He's done some with this apartment, but mostly it shows in the stereo system and the already full bookshelves more than anything classified as decorating.

"That will be useful. You'll have to take Hayley to get whatever she wants, then."

Since the wok couldn't compel her own shopping, which, he suspected, was one reason her place was still so bare, now.

"I suppose," she says with a sigh that only sounds tortured. The brightness in her eyes betrays her, as does the way she flings her arm about Elijah's neck, kissing his forehead and then his cheek. "If you insist."

Elijah chuckles, hugging her tight against him.

"I'd hate to make you do anything you really don't want to, of course..."

"And you couldn't, if I really didn't want to do it, could you?" She rests her cheek against his shoulder, always happy to be close to her brother. "But I do. She's... Alright."

"Probably not," he agrees with amusement. Normally he'd think he was pretty persuasive, but he was doubting that lately.

He lifts a hand to run lightly through her hair and presses a kiss to her temple. "I'm glad you think so. I really like her." He's surprised about that, honestly. Nothing against Hayley, but his experiences with wolves haven't really been that positive overall.

Her own haven't been much better, especially when she considers her brother's on and off fascination with them. "I know you do."

It's for that reason alone that she's given Hayley an actual try. "So. Have you started looking?"

It's certainly rare enough for Elijah to actually let someone in enough that he decides he likes them, though he's been trying more here, trying to connect more, to not keep himself so distant. The fumbles he's made haven't deterred him, for once, so that she's being supportive and trying, as well, is so etching he really appreciates, and it wins her a kiss on the cheek.

"Not really. Just sort of looking at neighborhoods when I've been out hunting."

"Well, let me know when you do. I want to see before you decide." She hugs him back, warm from the blood and content now that she's not in that place anymore. "I think I'll stay here today."

"Of course. I wouldn't think of getting a place without your approval." Not if he was asking her to live there preemptively instead of somewhere he'd been for a while.

He brushes another kiss over her forehead. "I'd like that."

"Good." She tugs at his arm, pulling him toward the couch. He may have had plans, but Rebekah doesn't really care. She wants to spend time with him, even if it's simply being lazy and watching more movies.

He didn't really have any plans for the day, and even if he had, he'd rather have been with her, so Elijah doesn't even protest when she tugs him to the sofa. He just follows and settles there, then tugs her down to join him, wrapping his arms back around her.

"What would you like to do?"

"Movies," she says as she rests against him, looking covering one of his hands with her own. "We were on the 1960s still, weren't we?"

"I believe so, yes," Elijah says with a nod. He disentangles himself from her again to move to his DVD rack, running his fingertips over the titles, reading as he looked, picking out a few. "After what you've been through what sounds best to you to watch today? Horror, romantic drama, mystery, musical or Western?"

"Not horror. God, not horror. Musical, I think. One with that man. The handsome one." She doesn't elucidate further, expecting him to simply know who she means. If he doesn't, it's more reason for her to tease.

Elijah gives her a slightly bemused look, as he has no idea which handsome man she means, but he shrugs and moves past The Sound of Music (yes, it's one of his favorite movies) and snags Blue Hawaii instead. Popping it in the DVD player, he moves back to settle with her. "This young man?"

"He'll do." She'd meant the one who danced on the lamppost, but Elvis - she thinks he's called - is rather dashing himself. Rebekah curls up, kicking off her shoes and tucking her legs beneath her. "Do you think there's a way to stop this place? From snatching us, that is."

Elijah starts the movie then moves to settle next to her on the sofa, snuggling up close to her. "I don't know. The few witches I've seen here can't seem to figure out how we got here or how to get home, which makes it harder to figure out how we can interact with the place."

Which is rather disconcerting, honestly.

"Witches. Of such little use, aren't they?" It isn't something she would have said once. In fact there was a time she'd wanted to be a witch like her mother, and more times that witches did things that she appreciated greatly. But here they aren't much help, she finds.

"Pretty much only good for grunt work and daylight rings," Elijah says, or, really, grumbles.

Esther's reappearance and his last group of witches' incompetence have soured him a bit.

"I considered seeing if we should take Hayley to see one just to...check things the doctors don't know to, but I'm not sure I want anyone with any power knowing, really, until we do." He makes a face. "Except Ric who, unfortunately, knows. But at least he doesn't seem to have told Damon. I haven't seen Katerina in weeks, and Elena didn't ask anything the one time we ran into her, so..."

He manages both doppelgangers names without a flinch. Look at him. Getting better, or...something.

Possibly just overly focused and protective and possessive of Hayley.

"I wish we could compel him," she says about Alaric, thinking it supremely unfair that there could be someone else who was technically as they were. She avoided thinking of him as an original, to Rebekah he didn't qualify. "They will all find out you know. But I could compel Damon at least, to leave her alone."

"So do I," he says with a sigh. "But...I don't know. Hayley was terrified of him at first. Now it seems like they've been hanging out now and again." He frowns a little, giving her a look at the mention of compelling Damon, but then he nods. "You do it. I don't trust myself to."

So easy, so so easy to just compel him to do other things.

"Fine," she says easily. "It will be a pleasure."

It would be. She enjoys making him dance to her will.

Elijah smiled, amused at the response and brushes a kiss over her temple. "One I envy you, truly."

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