The Vampire Diaries(BxB)

3: Mark's Motherly Meeting

Mark and I are the Old Witch House, standing in front of the coffins. "I've been having these dreams for days now. It's like the witches are trying to send me a message." He says, and I cross my arms. "just can't believe that you guys kept this from me this whole time." I say. "Stefan thought if you knew where the coffins were, Klaus could threaten people to get the information out of you." He says, and I nod, and sigh. "So these are the rest of his family? Kol, Finn, and Elijah?" I ask. "Yep, Elijah and the two others you just named." He says. "Now this one.." He says, walking towards the big one. "Is the one that we can't open." He says, and looks at me, and extends his right hand back. "We don't know who's in it or what's in it. Only that I think my dream's telling me it'll help kill Klaus." He says, and we hear footsteps, and I turn around, and see Stefan, roll my eyes, and look forward with my hands down. "What the hell are you doing?" He asks Mark. "I needed him to know about the coffin." Mark says. "And I needed you to keep him out of it, Mark." Stefan says, and I look at him. "So what are you going to do, Stefan?" I ask, and he looks at me. "Are you going to kidnap me so that I won't tell anyone?" I ask, and he chuckles. "Don't tempt me, Ethan." He says. "I think I know who can open the coffin, Stefan." Mark says, and Stefan looks at him. "And I need Ethan to help me find her." Mark says, and I look at him. "Find who? What are you talking about?" Stefan asks, and I shake my head. "I couldn't place her face at first." Mark says, approaching us, pulling a picture out of his right pocket. "Then I realized.." He says, holding up the picture to me, and I look at it, and see a picture of his Mom and him, as he's on the swing, and they're both smiling, as Mark is looking at him, and I look at him. "Oh, my God, Mark." I say, and Stefan takes the picture with his right hand. "Who is this?" He asks. "It's my Mom." Mark says. We're at my house, in my kitchen, looking through driver's licenses for woman named Abby Bennett Wilson, Mark's Mom. "Los Alamitos?"  I ask, setting the paper down with my right hand, and point with my index finger, and he picks it up with his right hand. "Um, too old." He says, as I put my hand down, and he puts the paper down. "Honolulu?" I ask, picking the paper up with my right hand, and hand it to him, and he takes it with his left, as I smile. "Ugh, I wish." He says, and I give a small laugh, and look through a bunch more. "How many of these are there?" He asks. "A lot. I asked the Sheriff's Office to pull up every single Abby Bennett in the country." I say, and hold on with my right hand. "I know we haven't been able to really.. that things have been weird. Because of Jeremy." He says, as I look at him, and back to my paper. "So thank you for helping me with this." He says, as I nod, looking up at him. "I know you have a lot to deal with." He says, nodding. "With the whole Mikaelson Wedding and the horrible danger that Elijah was talking about." He says. "I can handle the Wedding. And, well. I don't see any horrible danger. He would have mentioned Klaus if it involved Klaus. There's nothing more important than helping you with this, Mark." I say, as he's smiling. "It's surreal. Having to track down a woman, who bailed on her own kid." He says, as I have my arms crossed, and he flips over another one. "You know, you don't have to, right? Let Stefan obsess over opening up the coffin. It doesn't have to fall on you." I say. "The coffin's spelled shut. That makes it a Warlock problem. So it does fall on me. I was bound to see my Mother again sooner or later." He says, and I hear the room open. "Sooner." Damon says, and I look at him, as he's smiling, and holds up a manilla folder in his right hand, approaching us. "Abby Bennett Wilson, Monroe, North Carolina." He says, as I look at Mark. "Born in Mystic Falls Hospital, graduated at Mystic Falls High, blah, blah, blah." He says, and Mark and I both stand up, and Damon hands it to him, and he takes it with his right hand. "A little Compulsion helps sped up the research process." He says, smiling at me, as I look at him, and back to Mark, and he looks at the driver's license. "This is her." He says, and looks up at me. "Yep, road trip." Damon says, as I look at him. "I call shotgun." He says. "Yeah, no." I say, gathering the papers. "Why? Want me to hang out in the back with you?" He asks. "You're not coming, Damon." I say. "Why? I'm the one who found her." He says, and I pick them all up. "Ok, Damon, look. Mark hasn't seen his Mom in over fifteen years." I say, looking at Mark, and back to him. "We don't need your snarky commentary narrating the experience." I say, stepping forward, and he steps in front of me, and we look at each other in the eyes, and he smiles. "What's going on with you two?" Mark asks, and Damon looks at him. "We kissed. Now it's weird." He says, and looks back at me. "Have a great trip." He says, smirking, and walks off, and I look at Mark, as he's shocked. We're in Mark's car, headed to Abby's house, and Mark's driving, as I have my arms crossed. "I just can't believe that I'm actually going to see her. Or meet her. Sort of. Since I don't really remember her." He says. "You don't really talk about her." I say. "What's to say? She left, never wrote, never called. Not even when my Grams died." He says, and I look forward. "Could we talk about you and Damon instead?" He asks, as I look at him, and forward again, sighing. "I'm not talking about it." I say, and look at him. "He kissed me. It's not gonna happen again." I say, and he looks at the road, and shakes his head, and I look forward. "I mean.. was it good?" He asks, and I shake my head. "It doesn't matter." I say. "That means it was." He says, and I look at him, as he's looking forward, smiling, and his phone rings, and picks it up with his right hand. "It's Stefan. I told him I'd call him as soon as I got the address." He says. "Ignore." I say, looking forward, and back to him. "Mark, your about to see your Mom for the first time in 15 years. I'm not letting anyone ruin that moment." I say. "Yeah, but he's gonna keep at it until I pick up." He says, looking at me. "Fine." I say, and take it with my right hand, and answer it, looking forward. "What?" I ask. "Where are you?" Stefan asks, and I look at Mark, and forward again. "Mark and I are gonna spend the night at the Lake House while we wait for Sheriff Forbes to give us new addresses." I say, smiling at Mark, and we both look forward. "You're kidding me, right?" He asks. "No, Stefan. I'm not. We need a night off from your insanity." I say. "Klaus is getting antsy. He knows that I'm stalling. We need to move faster." He says. "Well, we're doing everything we can. So could you maybe not call every five minutes?" I ask. "Sure, Ethan. Whatever you say." He says, and I hang up, and Mark and I look at each other. We soon arrive to Abby's house, as it's small, white, blue, and red. "Cute house." I say. "Yeah, for the middle of nowhere." He says, and I look at him. "You ready?" I ask, and he sighs. "Come on." I say, smiling, and we unbuckle our seat belts, and open our doors, get out, and shut them, and walk up the steps to the house, and Mark rings the doorbell. "Hey, there." A teenage boy says, coming up the steps, as we look at him, and Mark and I look at each other, and back to him, as he approaches us. "Hi, we're looking for, um, Abby Wilson." I say. "She's not home. Is there anything I can do for you?" He asks, wiping his hands together. "That's ok, we can come back." Mark says, beginning to walk off, and I grab his right arm, looking at him, and hold his hand. "I'm sorry, but you look so familiar." The guy says. "Yeah, Abby's my Mom." Mark says. "Oh." The guy says, as I look at him. "I'm Jamie. Um, you guys want to come inside? Right this way." He says, walking past me, and opens the door, as I look at Mark, and we walk into the kitchen. Jamie opens the fridge, as Mark and I are sitting down at the table. "You guys sure you don't want anything? We got fresh OJ, coconut water, some Mango Guava something." He says. "Water's fine." Mark says. "Cool." He says, and shuts the fridge, and walks over to the sink, and I hear water running, as I look at Mark, and back to Jamie, as I hear it turn off, and he approaches us. "So, um, are we, like, related?" Mark asks. "Oh, nah. Uh, Abby's not my Mom." Jamie says, and hands me the water, and I take it with my right hand. "Oh." I say, looking at Mark, smiling. "Good." Mark says, looking at me, as I sip my water. "Yeah, she, uh, she dated my old man back in the day. He's kind of a deadbeat, so when they broke up she took me in. Put me through school. Didn't freak out when I totalled her car. Twice." He says, as I sit my glass down, and he chuckles, and so does Mark. "She sounds.. great." He says. "Yeah." Jamie says, and we hear the front door open and shut. "Jamie? Who's car's out front?" A female voice asks, as we look at her, and see Abby, and I look back at Mark. "That's mine." He says, and I look back at Abby, as she approaches us, and I give a small smile. "I'm Mark. Your son." Mark says, and Abby exhales. "Hello, Mark." She says. Mark is holing a picture of Jamie in his Graduation gown. "How are you holding up?" I ask, and he sets the picture down, as I hear clatter in the kitchen where Abby and Jamie are. "Oh. I'll be fine." He says, and looks at me. "I'm not here to get my mom back, I'm just here to get her help." He says, crossing his arm, and I see Abby coming from the kitchen, holding plates of food. "So I hope you guys are hungry. Because, uh, food has always been my go to icebreaker." She says, setting a plate of mini muffins down, smiling at Mark, and I sit down, smiling up at her. "You have a really beautiful home." I say. "You're so sweet. Just like your Mom." She says, smiling at me. "You knew my Mom?" I ask. "Miranda was my best friend." She says, and I look at Mark. "So you had a son and a best friend and you still left?" Mark asks. "My best friend is why I left. Fifteen years ago, a vampire came to town. Looking for you, Ethan." She says, sitting down, looking at me. "Looking for the Doppelganger. No one could manage to kill him, so I lured him out of town and cast a spell to desiccate him in a crypt in Charlotte." She says, looking at Mark. "Mikael." I say, and she looks at me. "He was an Original Vampire. He's dead. I staked him. He was also my soon to be Father in law." I say. "It took every ounce of power I had. Almost killed me. I recovered. But my magic didn't. My powers never came back." She says. "And Neither did you." Mark says, and she looks at him. "It wasn't what simple." She says. "It wasn't? You cast a spell, put Mikael down, then.. what? You had to teach Jamie how to drive?" He asks, and I look at him. "Mark.." I say, and he looks at me. "This was a mistake. She has no magic. She can't help us." Mark says, beginning to walk off, and I stand up, and she grabs his right arm. "Mark, wait, please. Don't go. Talk to me Please?" She asks. "I'll wait outside." I say, beginning to walk off. "Why are you marrying a Mikaelson?" She asks. "To save every Supernatural Entity from dying. It's on the twenty second of this month." I say, and walk off. I'm walking to the derelict barn, and hear dog barking, and turn around, and forward, and gasp, seeing Stefan, as he's smiling. "Hi, Ethan. Nice Lake House." He says. "Thanks. I had it remodeled." I say, sarcastically. We're in the barn, talking, as I have my arms crossed. "So what, you'd think I wouldn't find out?" He asks, approaching me. "Honestly, I didn't care." I say. "This is exactly why I didn't want you in the loop, Ethan." He says. "Yeah, because now you can't do whatever you want." I say, and he turns around, and kicks a chair. "Damn it!" He exclaims. "Hey! Everything all right out here?" Jamie asks, as I turn around, looking at him. "Hi. Jamie, go back inside, ok? Please. Trust me. It's better off for you there." I say, holding my right hand out, and look at Stefan, and back to Jamie, and put my hand down. "I don't think so." He says, approaching Stefan, as I turn around. "I'd listen to him. Get back upstairs, man." Stefan says. "I said I don't think so." Jamie says, and Stefan grabs his throat with both hands, as I gasp. "Get back upstairs before I tear your damn throat out. Do you understand me?" He asks, compellingly, and throws Jamie to me, as I touch his left shoulder. "I don't think you've realized how bad you've gotten!" I yell, as I put my hand down, and Jamie walks off. "This is the way it has to be, Ethan." He says. "Oh, yeah, right. Out villain the villain. I get it." I say, and hear a gun cock, turning around, seeing Jamie holding a shotgun at Stefan. "Jamie, what are you doing?" I ask. "What I was told. He's not supposed to be here." He says, as I look at Stefan. "Ethan, he's compelled." Stefan says, and Jamie shoots him, as Stefan flies backwards onto the ground, as I gasp. Jamie is tying my hands behind me to a post with rope. "Why are you doing this?" I ask, moving my hands. "Stop moving." He says, and ties them tighter, as I gasp, and Stefan groans, as I look at him. "Jamie, let me go. Jamie, he needs help." I say, looking at him. "Jamie!" Abby yells, as I look at her, dragging Mark. "Mark!" I yell, and Jamie runs off with the shotgun, and Stefan groans, and I see Jamie put Mark in his car, and I grunt, trying to break free. It's nighttime, as I'm rubbing my hands up and down on the post, as Stefan groans. "I've almost got it." I say, and he groans more, and I see Jamie approaching us with a shotgun, and stop. "Abby hasn't called yet." He says. "Jamie, please, just let us go." I say, and he cocks his gun. "No! Please, don't do anything. Look, I don't know why I shot him. I don't know why I'm holding this gun, but if you move or do anything, I'm going to shoot him again." He says, pointing the gun at Stefan. "Ok, I won't. Who gave you that gun?" I ask. "A man came by earlier today. He said it was a wooden buckshot. Told me if anyone got in our way, I'm supposed to shoot them." He says. "What else did he say?" I ask. "If Abby didn't find the location of some coffins.. I'm supposed to shoot myself." He says. "What about me? What did he say about me?" I ask. "I'm not supposed to hurt you." He says, shaking his head, and I exhale. "Are you sure? Because.. these ropes are so tight that it is hurting me." I say, fake trying to move out of them, and he walks over to me, and I break the rope by pulling forward, and grab the gun, and knock him out with the butt of it, as he falls to the ground on his stomach, and I drop the gun, and run over to Stefan, as he groans, and I crouch down. "What can I do to help?" I ask. "Every time I move, the wood shifts inside of me. I can feel it scraping against my heart. You need to get the pieces out." He says, breathing heavily, and I nod, and he groans, and I sigh, beginning to take the pieces out, and he groans louder. I'm still to pulling the pieces out of his chest, and he keeps screaming, and I stop. "I'm just trying to help!" I exclaim, and he sits up, looking at me. "Just get it out, Ethan, please. Just get it out." He says, and I try again. "Keep screaming, maybe I'll feel sorry for you." I say, and put the piece out with my right hand, and he groans, and I drop it, and wipe my hands together, and wipe them on my jeans. "You've changed. Something's different about you. You're stronger. Tougher." He says and I sigh. "You're not the only one who changed, Stefan. We all had to." I say, and he chuckles. "That's good to know." He says. "There's something I have to tell you. And it's not because I feel guilty that it happened. It's because I feel guilty that you don't know." I say, and pull another piece out, and we both grunt, and I throw it down. "I kissed Damon. Well, technically he kissed me, and I kissed back." I say, and he looks down, clearly upset, and I feel bad, and place the wood pieces on his chest. "There. All done." I say, and he gets up, and turns around, and walks off. Stefan is leaning against his car, with his back facing me, as I approach him. "Stefan.." I say, and sigh. "Say something. Please?" I ask. "shouldn't have kidnapped you." He says, and looks at me. "The car, the bridge, that was too far." He says, and I look down, nodding, and back up to him. "Thank you." I say. "But you shouldn't have lied to me today. You can't go off and do things like that, Ethan. Not while Klaus is still alive." He says. "I know. I just.. I wanted to give Mark a moment with his Mother.. without everything else getting in the way." I say, and he nods. "Without me getting in the way." He says, and I sigh, and shake my head. "I didn't plan on kissing him." I say. "You're better than him, Ethan. You're better than both of us." He says, giving a small smile, and opens his car door with his right hand, gets in, and shuts it, and backs it into the driveway, and I get a text from Alaric. "Heads up. Bill Forbes is back in town." I read, as I gasp. I arrive home, and walk in, seeing Alaric kissing a brunette woman, and they stop and look at me. "Oh. Um, hi, um. Sorry." I say, looking to my right. "Oh, um, I'm gonna go." She says. "Ok, yeah, sure, sure." He says, and her and I look at each other, and she walks past me, and I hear the door open and shut. "Ethan, I am. I'm sorry." He says, and I smile, setting my bag down. "Please, it. It's okay." I say. "Ah, it's not okay, Ethan. I mean, it's not even my place. It's. It's your place. It's Jenna's place. It's your family. It's your family's place." He says, as I walk over to him. "The minute that you slept on that couch it became your place, too. We needed you, and.." I say, and exhale. "You stayed. So thank you for that." I say, and he looks down, nodding. "Hey, look, I know it's hard." I say, as he looks back up to me. "But Jenna's gone. And you're allowed to move on." I say, and he looks down, and back up to me, giving a small smile, and I give one back. "So, who is she?" I ask. "Meredith Fell. A Doctor." He says. "Nice. Good one, Ric. And you do realize you're still my Step Father whether you like it or not." I say, and we both laugh.