Family Above All

22. Wabbits

Pairing: Elijah/Indy-Julian (M/fm) hand, mild

Mikaelson Mansion

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Evening

Elijah tucked the children in and then thanked Sage for tending to them. They ambled in the hallway. Elijah wasn't sure whether he should punish them. Did they really understand why they had done wrong? They were so young and innocent, babies really...

"Of course," Sage said, putting her red hair back in a pony tail. "I really think they are dear children, but that skunk! What a stench."

"We scrubbed it out, but it seems it is here to stay. So what's this I hear about you becoming our neighbor?" Elijah asked politely.

"Yes, I love the land. I know Finn wants something rustic, but I like the classic style of this house," Sage admitted. "I always wanted a castle."

"Then, you should have one. I'm sure you two lovebirds will work out a nice compromise," Elijah quipped.

"We shall see," Sage laughed, leaving to enter Finn's room.

Elijah retired to his room. He was sure tomorrow would be another hectic day.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Donovan House

Tyler Lockwood swung by and picked up Matt. He had his music blasting and pounded the steering wheel waiting for his friend. Just as he was ready to lay on the horn, Matt emerged from his ramshackle house.

"Dude, what the fuck? You jerking off in there?" Tyler snapped, lowering the volume.

"Yeah, Ty, that's exactly what I was doing," Matt retorted. "I was actually trying to find a clean shirt. I don't have a freaking maid like you do at your mansion."
Tyler laughed, "So bring your shit over and old Helga will wash it. She won't care."

"Yeah, I'm sure your mom would be thrilled," Matt grumbled. "She already thinks me and my sister are bad influences on you."
"That's totally ironic," Tyler said, driving away from the curb. "Considering you are the one who tries to stop me from doing dumb shit half the time," Tyler reasoned.

"Yeah, well, my truck is barely running. If you get kicked out of school, I'm back on the bus," Matt grinned, putting on his seat belt. He liked Ty's vintage 1971 Buick GS. Tyler's dad had bought it for him on his sixteen's birthday. Matt hadn't even gotten a phone call from his mom.

"So any word from Vic?" Tyler asked, glancing at Matt a moment.

"Nah, so far she's still in rehab. That's the important thing," Matt said. "But...never mind, I don't want to weigh you down with my problems."
"Matt, I'm your best friend. Quit being a whiny bitch and tell me what you need," Tyler demanded.

"I think we're getting evicted," Matt admitted. "My mom was paying the rent or at least talking to our landlord...But he came by last night and said that he couldn't keep extending us credit. He wants me out by the end of the month. So when Vic comes home, she won't have a home to come back to."

Tyler slowed down to a stop sign.

"Whoa, how much do you need? You know I have a trust fund," Tyler said. He didn't like to rub it into Matt's face, but he had plenty of money.

"It's not that," Matt said. "Well, it is. I think the back rent is a couple of thousand, but he wants to rent to someone reliable. I think my mom was stringing him along and now he realizes she's never going to do him or something."