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He wasn’t even sure what hit him- or why he took things so far. He had meant to teach the guy a lesson, and now he was being hauled off to the hospital. Jake was sure to be taken in but he’d made his way outside before any punishment could be given out by the principle. 

He looked over at Gwen as his bloodied knuckles hung by his sides. He had to get home before the phone call would come. “For that? I’m probably looking at expulsion.” He stated. He didn’t even remember the fight- he’d blacked out somewhere around the third or fourth punch, if he was honest.

“Are you okay?”

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The guilt that he carried was a feeling that wouldn’t go away easily. He knew Gwen hated the way he felt about himself in moments like this, but he couldn’t help it. He was supposed to be there to look after her- Just as she looked after him, but since he’d turned things just always seemed to get in the way of their being together. 

He waited a moment as she spoke before he made his eyes meet hers. She brushed the attack off, as they did, because that was their life. It wasn’t safe, and they often found themselves getting hurt. He inhaled deeply as she brought up their upbringing- his eyes looked down as he shook his head slightly. He had more he wanted to say- more fight for why he should have just been there. He wanted to leave the pack, he wanted to forget about all of this and just go, like he always had. He exhaled before finally meeting her gaze again. “Okay-” He breathed out in agreement, though he still felt it in his bones that he’d never not blame himself for things going wrong. 

“We should take a break.” He stated before he could stop the words from coming out of his mouth. “From hunting.” He clarified as his brows rose. “Just you and me, and two plane tickets to anywhere else.” He wanted to leave more than anything. There wasn’t any written rule that said they couldn’t. “If we run into trouble, we’ll solve it but just even for a week...” He trailed off, looking down again as his brows pulled together. So much had happened. He just wanted to breath again. “Just.. We owe it to ourselves to take a real break once in a while.” 

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Archie didn’t rip his hand out of her grasp but he would if he needed to. “There’s nothing to think through! Someone hurt the Bulldogs, I can’t just let them get away with that.” He had a growing suspicion it was the serpents. The fight they had had less than a week ago gave them a good motive.

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    IT WAS NOT RIGHT, THE WAY HE FOUND HER. Her breath had been s h a l l o w , muscles trembling with tremendous effort of bearing DYING WEIGHT, but her soul had been stronger than all of it- eyes shining with unspeakable determination. Predator had sought predator, equal parts met with blade and BULLET- calloused fingers drew slender arm from steam, thumb hovering over the outline of a claw mark. He had already inspected for the imprint of teeth, had trusted her when she checked personally for anything more than what is already seen. Nothing broken beyond skin, nothing missing.

    “YOU GOT LUCKY, YOU KNOW THAT?” Concern is kneaded into filthy scalp, distaste for grime and filth w a s h e d away into the water he drew for her; now was not the time to be selfish. Nails scraped layers of blood from dark locks, letting the mixture of fluid and shampoo froth, let it bubble where it found purchase. “If I had gotten there a minute later-” Sentence is s w a l l o w e d , whisper collecting itself in his throat. Dean wonders if he should dip her head back, thinks twice at the image of her posture. He knows there’s a bucket somewhere- the time spent away would be TOO LONG. Leather bracelet is pushed higher over forearm, sleeves tucked, tucked again; hands draw water into cupped palms, trajectory is carefully measured- “Gwen, close your eyes.” Water is carefully poured down lathered hair, fingers working knots; hands cup water a second time; a third; a fourth pass-

    HIS LAUGHTER IS SOFT, SMILE REACHING HIS EYES, BIRDS LANDING AT THE CORNERS, THEIR FEET PRESSING, LIGHT- SKIN INDENTED. “I don’t think so,” checks for tangles are conducted, “not now.” Once satisfied, tresses are wound, thick rope laid over a bare shoulder. Palms slide across shoulder blades, down spine, heel pressing- OCCASIONAL TOUCH -mapping out possible injury; each h i s s catalogued; noises matched to pain- simple bruises and twisted knots. “I can’t stop-” Hunting. “-I’ve tried.” It got good people hurt. “This shit-” Short breath. “-it follows you.”

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No. This was not happening. Five years, it had been since she’d muttered the name herself, much less openly admitted to knowing either of the Salvatore brothers. She took the cure, and she took off- They gave her her choice, and she chose normal.  Elena’s eyes narrowed at her as she whipped around at the contact. She didn’t want to listen, but as soon as she brought up the one thing that would forever force her to remember everything she needed to avoid; She herself was a supernatural being. One with a high ticket price in the magic world.

“I can’t just uproot my life every time something threatens my existence..” She stated, shaking her head. She knew Gwen was right, this was life or death. She swallowed, exhaling defeated. “How long?” She questioned, her arms crossing and her brows raising. “How long do I have to go under the supernatural witness protection program?” She knew she shouldn’t be taking this out on Gwen, but her heart was still pounding in her ears, and her blood had run cold.She knew Damon would never really let her go- at least not until she was dead and gone. He’d held on to Katherine for over a century, and their love had been anything but real. Of course, now they had no future together. She’d sealed their fate when she took the cure all those years ago. “I have almost two weeks of paid vacation and sick days.” She liked to save those for the end of the year; it looked like that was a bust this year. “I’ll do whatever you need but then after this tell Damon to move on. Whatever happens, happens.” 

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Trouble never crossed Jake’s mind- He simply lived in the moment while it was happening. If they got caught, he’d be able to get her out of it; that much he was sure of. Given her reputation, he was sure whoever caught them wouldn’t want to go ratting her out either way. The grin that had found it’s way to his features wasn’t hidden, though he ducked his head, too. He was sure his reputation was one she could go without having on her record of acquaintances. 

None of that mattered to either of them; it never had. Of course, Jake had accepted that that was how things were a long time ago. It was one of the things he’d loved about her. She didn’t care what society thought, she valued people for who they were, not what they had. She’d always treated him with kindness, despite what people whispered about him. He laughed when she asked where he’d learn how to do that. “I Promise you I had a good reason to learn how to pic locks, Miss Matory.” He assured her with a grin. 

He watched her as she took in the view of the cars. His smile warmed up as he say the joy in her eyes, and in that moment it felt like anything was possible. He let out a breathy laugh as he made his way to the passenger seat. “It’s not crazy at all.” He chimed as he relaxed into the seat. “Ah, yes. I could see this working out quite nicely. I’ll teach you how to drive, and you can take me from job to job, all over the states.” He spoke in a silly voice, while he pretended to smoke out of a pipe he’d found. 

The truth was that he didn’t think it was crazy for her to want to learn- He thought much of how society was ran was barbaric. When you came from money it was easy to classify people, but when you didn’t, you learned that everyone faces the same struggles. Something Gwen was simply born with, and most of the rich lacked; Empathy. He always wondered how she dealt with so many restrictions. He tried to spend their time doing all the things she was never allowed to do in public. “What else would you do?” He questioned, his elbow resting on the window, as he propped his head up on his hand, and gazed at her.

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He walked with his arm around her until they reached the bedroom. “You can have all the time you want to research- in fact I’ll pick up where you left off. I was a cop, remember?” He spoke before setting her down. 

His shoulders rested on hers as he lightly pushed her down onto the bed. “You will miss things if you keep staying up.” His words were gentle as he laid up next to her, moving so that she could rest her head on his chest.