i found someone to carry me home tonight;

[unparental]

CHARACTERS: lostcaused and unparental.
LOCATION: The passenger quarters.
WARNINGS: TEARFUL REUNIONS and spoilers for TVD. And then man angst and discussion of vampirism. So... nothing, really.
SUMMARY: Stop me if you've heard this one: a vampire slayer slash whiskey drinking lost cause runs into his dead ex on a creepy spaceship headed God only knows where. Reunions

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[lostcaused]

Of all the things Alaric thought he'd ever have to deal with, finding himself here wasn't exactly on the list. Sure, at one point dealing with vampires, werewolves, possession...or let's face it basically his whole life since married Isobel hadn't been on the list, but still, this one should have been...more impossible than the others. This place is unnerving to a degree he's not entirely comfortable with and it sets him on edge more than he'll admit to himself.

Perhaps it's a blessing (or a curse) that there's other people like him around. They're just as confused as he is and selfishly, that pleases him. He's just trying to figure out what's going on with everyone else and as a consequence, he's probably paying far less attention than he should be. So of course he runs smack dab into someone.

Before he can even apologize profusely he hears her voice and looks at her disbelievingly. Was an added bonus to this place that you saw ghosts? Or just people in general who would haunt you. But no, she's real and in the flesh and, Jesus

[unparental]

"Too many Star Trek marathons with my friends in college when I was too drunk to drive home." Jenna forces the words out past the lump in her throat, laughing breathlessly and not bothering to wipe her eyes. "Hi."

He's real. He's in the same jumpsuit they all are, and the smell of bourbon and leather and paper is more a fading hint and a memory than anything else, but Jenna can feel his heart race under her cheek and he's real, he's here. "Hi." She repeats it, voice cracking.

She doesn't bother to try and not cry, pressing her cheek into his shirt and breathing through it.

[lostcaused]

"Guess I should thank them for forcing you to stay then." Even if she's dead back at home, she was at least alive for a bit of time, and that's what matters because if not they wouldn't have met. Alaric fairs a little better, but he can feel his heart pounding a steady and quick beat while he clears his throat and just keeps holding onto her. "Hey."

She's...god, he doesn't even know what she is right now, but she's at least real. Not a figment of his depressed imagination. She smells alive and not dead. She doesn't smell like she should be dead. The stupid jumpsuit looks lovely on her and he can't even really believe that she's even here. "I heard the first time, Jenna."

He bites his lip before squeezing her tightly, not even caring if she gets the jumpsuit wet. "But hey again. You're-"

He wants to ask her what she remembers, but how does he even begin to bring that up without probably tearing up himself.

if this thread makes me cry you're getting fifty texts about it young lady

[unparental]

"Or yelled at them for not driving me themselves." The words are right, but Jenna keeps swallowing past the lump in her throat, voice sounding creaky and unused.

He looks the same. Not the clothes, but that always dark jaw and the shape of his eyes, his nose, his mouth; Jenna knows them all, and they're like she remembered. Part of her wanted him there at the end, but she knows Alaric; he'd do something noble and heroic and they'd both have died. She can't make herself regret dying alone if it kept three quarters of their mismatched little family together. And now he's here, looking like he would have if they got goodbye and Jenna can't do anything but hang onto his shirt with desperate hands and cry.

She's dead. Spaceship or not, she's dead and now she's going to have to live with that until she fades away again. Some grief and bitterness join the relief now, but Jenna just clings tighter.

"Hi." She says it one more time, almost inaudible.