Speeding Oceans and Magic

~six~

on a bit of a roll here, and when I get to a certain point in my story there is someone I'd like to credit for their amazing help

six

Maia and Beth Anne had not realized they had caught the attention of everyone at the 'Ball.' They were late, yes, it was the older Jackson that doesn't want to attend in the first place in the place, not to mention a certain idiot's late ass invitation.

So the stares and glares of listing men and jealous women were completely unnoticed as the two walked through the crowd, arms looped.

"Look, over there!" The younger of the two yelled in a hushed whisper. The older turned her head to see her niece pointing at an old book. A VERY old book, "Come on!"

Beth Anne then dragged the blackette over to the thick, leather bound stack of paper. The redhead then searched with her finger, without touching the page, for a certain name and ignoring the Salvatores.

"Ooo ooo ooo!!!" And there they were. Written in elegant handwriting:

Sally Marie Jackson.
Maia Perseus Jackson.

"Wow..." Beth Anne looked back up at her aunt, her eyes wide and glittering with awe.

Maia rose an eyebrow, "After learning about everything I've done for the gods...this is what amazes you?"

The Jackson witch shrugged and the blackette couldn't help but roll her eyes.

:3

Despite having dates to the sorry excuse of a Founder's Day Ball, the Salvatores, especially the eldest, were caught in the beauty that the two Jackson women emanated.

Dressed in the proper gowns of the nineteenth century, both recognising the dress that their mother figure had loved and the dress that Maia had adored.

It was hard to explain how nostalgic they felt at that moment.

And there was one thought that was racing through one of the brother's heads... What would have happened if Katherine had never arrived in Mystic Falls? What if Maia has never left? What if the fire never happened and she had come back?

So many what ifs.

:3

It was Beth Anne who was then, leading them towards a paired up Stefan Salvatore and Elena Gilbert, the couple searching for a different duo, his brother Damon and Caroline Forbes.

Except it was Maia who caught sight of them. And her green eyes narrowed when she noticed the scarf on the blonde's neck. She thought of herself as an idiot for not seeing it before. The older Salvatore was using the poor girl as a snack.

The demigoddess growled.

She was just about to march over there when Stefan stopped her seeing them too. The blackette sent a threatening glare at the younger Salvatore, who then quickly backed off.

"Not yet. We need to see what he's up to before making a move."

The immortal huffed through her nose, obviously not happy.

But not for long as they then made their way to them where Caroline began to complain, "I'm bored. I want to dance. And Damon won't dance with me."

The blue eyes fang groaned and Maia couldn't help but snicker.

The blonde turned to Elena, "Could I just borrow your date?"

The girl began to stutter, when Stefan confessed, "I don't really dance."

Damon snorted before he smirked, "Oh, sure he does. You should see him. Waltz, the jitterbug, the moonwalk. He does it all."

Maia felt a little bit of the playfulness she had back in eighteen hundreds, caught up in the moment, "Oh yes, little Blondie was unstoppable."

The older Salvatore grinned in the corner of her eye.

Caroline kept her eye on Elena though, "You wouldn't mind, would you?"

"It's up to Stefan."

"She ain't taking no for an answer, Aunt May," Beth Anne snickered beside the blackette as the Forbes dragged the fang away. She, too, could feel a sense of belonging in the shitty remake of the first Founder's Day Ball, and the younger Jackson didn't know why.

Out of the corner of Maia's eye, she could see remaining Salvatore letting his blue eyed gaze rake over her and her niece and she certainly did not like that.

"C'mon, B. Ima get you some champagne while no one's looking," Beth Anne grinned as the demigoddess gently pushed the teen away from one of the few people who had broken her heart.

:3

The immortal witch watched as Caroline drifted away to the edge of the party, leaving Stefan and closing in on the washroom.

"Distract Elena?"

Beth Anne nodded like she could read her aunt's mind, "You got it."

Maia nodded too and they split, the older one way, the younger going the other.

"Miss Forbes? Miss Forbes!"

The blonde blinked a few times, the fogginess of her mind lifting so slightly to recognize her absent school teacher, "Miss Jackson?" Caroline, in the past week when she did see the coach and her niece, couldn't help but feel the sharp nail of jealousy stabbing her in the heart.

"Are you okay, mikró pouláki?" Maia could've facepalmed, of course, she wasn't okay, "How are you feeling right now? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I...i don't feel like myself, Miss Jackson."

The immortal nodded before pulling the girl down to the ground so they were kneeling before each other, "I'm going to tell you something very personal, mikró pouláki. Even after a week of being with your team, Caroline, I can I tell that behind the facade you show everyone else. You are a very strong young woman... But back to the point, I was making... when Beth Anne has episodes akin to this, little moments where she shuts down because she can't think properly, we sit down on the floor and I hold her close. The sound of my heartbeat calms her so extremely that she falls asleep..."

Maia lifted Caroline's head so she could look her in the eyes, "Like my niece, mikró pouláki, I can see you are struggling. Let me help you."

The blonde remained silent for a short while before nodding then burying her face into Maia's neck.

Meanwhile, two different Salvatore was fulfilling their separate tasks.