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I know some of you are probably sick of hearing things like this, but if anybody needs help with anything - even if you just want company or something - let me know. I know I could probably use some company myself.

private - Horatio.

I just want to say thanks for everything you did down there. And for treating me like a person.

private - Scott.

Can we talk?

[Normally she'd go to Dean about this, but with the way he is? She isn't really sure she wants him to know she's a vampire right now. And she'd consider talking to Mal, but they don't exactly have the same kind of problems.]

That last port was just messed up and I don't... [She almost says she doesn't have anyone to talk to about it, but that's not true. Abigail would probably listen if she did, but she doesn't feel this is something to dump in her lap either.] I don't really have anyone else I wanna talk to about it.

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I daresay I owe you as much as you owe me, if not more.

And-- please, no matter how strange the circumstances, you should not owe anyone thanks for treating you with basic dignity. Thank you for crossing the darkness with me.

Most of the vampires I know - in real life or myth - aren't exactly up for any awards in treating other people with basic dignity. [In fact, some of them seem to get off on removing as much of that as they can from others.] So, I still have to thank you for it.

And we only got out of this okay because of you. I would've been screwed on my own and honestly, I don't even know how TJ managed by himself for as long as he did.

Yeah.

[His response is almost immediate; they have compassion in common, and Scott offers easily.]

Yeah, sure. Want me to stop by?

And maybe bring alcohol.

[There's a beat before she adds,] That was a joke.

[Because man is alcoholism a thing around here. But Elena refuses to take the Salvatore way out of things, thanks.]

I'll bring something better.

[He probably would have brought her something, if she really meant it, but Scott's not exactly a big fan. He saw what it did to Stiles' dad. Besides, he can't even get drunk.

It's not long after he clicks off that he's knocking at her door, a mostly full container of Chips Ahoy in one hand.]

[Elena answers the door, a wan smile to greet him until she sees the Chips Ahoy. Then her brow furrows a little and she breaks out into a wider smile, one with a little more strength and genuine amusement behind it.]

He delivers, [she teases before holding the door open wider and stepping aside.] Come in.

I figure anybody who doesn't like cookies is crazy.

[He steps inside with a little smile, taking a quick glance around her room.]

Buuuut I forgot milk. Oops.

[Elena's room isn't what it was for most of her stay the first time. This is the bedroom she grew up in. One small piece of normal that she managed to hold onto at least until she burned it to the ground. But here on the Barge, it is exactly as it ever was.]

Luckily milk isn't the important part, [she says closing the door behind him.]

[He smiles, and slides the cookies onto her dresser.]

I don't think I've been in here. It suits you.

[Which, he realizes belatedly, is probably dumb - most peoples' rooms suit them. He shrugs it off.]

So...what's on your mind?

[It's not that dumb of a thing to say and Elena smiles in thanks.]

I don't know, where do I start?

[Elena moves over to sit on her bed. She leaves room for Scott to sit, too, but he can take up the seat in her window.]

I've been a human longer than I've been a vampire, but I've never felt more... [She pauses, looking down, before just coming out and saying it.] ...helpless than I did during that port.

[He almost tells her 'the beginning,' but instead he waits quietly, and eventually goes to sit next to her.]

Because you're not supposed to feel that way anymore.

[He looks down, not certain if he's really offering her advice, or just talking about himself. He shakes it off.]

What happened?

Nothing really bad. [No one ended up all that hurt beyond minor scrapes and bruises, but that was more luck than anything else.] But I still had to feed down there.

Was there anyone who could-- [donate feels like the wrong word, so he stops, tries again.]

Anyone who offered to help?

It's hard not to feel isolated here sometimes, isn't it.

You're friendlier than most people, you know--especially people who've been here very long.

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I don't know about that. I think everybody on board's friendly enough on their own terms.

It's just a little hard to always accept friendship when you're new here.

It doesn't get easier to accept it. Here, it probably gets harder...there are floods, people leave without warning. It's safest to get as many friends as you can.

[Not that he's done that, but the logic is sound. Get lots of allies, and at least one of them will stick around.]

In my experience, that's just life.

[People leave one way or another whether it's because they move on, because they walk away, because you leave, or because something takes them away.]

The circumstances can get weird around here, but some of it's the same thing just dressed a little differently.

You sound like you're okay with that.

[Which, let's face it, is not something you'd expect to find on the Barge.]

What do you look for? When you're finding someone you can talk to about all this?

That they listen at all. I guess I don't have the highest standards for it, but that's pretty important.

[He nods, but he's smiling, like he's halfway between a chuckle and something...else.]

I don't think I should promise that. I'm deaf. [Sometimes. Most of the time.] But I pay attention.

Oh, crap. [Crap.] Sorry, I didn't know.

It's okay. It doesn't bother me; but I figure I should've told my inmate sooner than I did. I suppose it's easy to take it personally, without knowing. [Because he frequently gets up and leaves in the middle of conversations, and all. Which is rude, but he does it less now that more people know sign language.]

You were here before. Right?

Yeah, for about nine months. [A beat.] I was an inmate at the time.

[If that makes a difference.]

[It does, a little.]

Are you back for a wish, or to try to pay the place back?

[Welcome to the phase of the conversation where you get asked very personal questions, Elena.]

[Oh boy, her favorite!]

I'm trying to get my brother back.

[She doesn't think she owes the Barge anything. The people on it? Sure. But not the Barge itself. Not what this place does. It helped her, sure. It's helped a lot of people before her and it will continue helping people long after she's gone. But she can't help but think there's gotta be a better way than this.]

[There are more ways to lose a person than he can begin to count, which is why he doesn't assume.]

What happened to him?

He died trying to do something for me.

[Among all the other things Jeremy has had to do or lost along the way in doing things for his sister. None of it really hit her as hard as it did when he died and she realized just how screwed up things had gotten for him because of her. These days, Elena tries not to let that guilt hold her down, but she won't let it go so easily while Jeremy's still dead.]

...He's younger than you?

[It's a guess, but an educated one.]

Yeah. By a couple of years.

Then I really can't blame you. I have one, too. I think he's better off with me gone, though; I hope that's not the case for you.

I used to think he would be. Sometimes I still do.

[What she really means to say is that she doesn't know.]

He can't possibly be. He has you here, trying to help him, even after he's died. No one I know has that kind of family.

Yeah, but I'm also the reason he needs someone here in the first place.

[Her smile is thin.]

I know I'm not necessarily the worst big sister, but I royally screwed up letting him get mixed up in all of this.

Yeah...that's what I did, too. For me--for him--it was gang wars. A lot of violence he never really understood; he just followed me in because what else do you do?

[Hero worship was the root problem there; he's not sure it's the same for her. Do little brothers worship their sisters that way?]

What'd you get mixed up in?

[In Elena's case, Jeremy was only ever trying to protect Elena, not trying to follow her example. And quickly, as the more and more life got crazier and out of control, the more people he was trying to protect.]

[This wasn't the life Jeremy was meant to live. Maybe for Elena it was inevitable because she was the doppelganger, but it didn't have to be this way for Jeremy.]

Vampires. Werewolves. Witches. Hybrids. It's a really long story.

I'm not going anywhere.

[Though he's most interested in the parts of the story that she deems important. There are always details missing; he doesn't care much for history, unless he can see it impacting the moment.]

[Elena draws a deep breath, letting out a shaky sigh.]

I started dating a vampire. I didn't know he was a vampire at first, but outside his brother, things were okay.

But I come from a bloodline of doppelgangers. My ancestor's blood was used a thousand years ago to create vampires, but also to curse one of the Original vampires. It turned out that he was actually half-werewolf so his mother cursed him to keep his werewolf half dormant. It was a way to try and balance out nature because otherwise, he could never be killed.

The short version is that he needed my blood to undo the curse. He got his way and then he needed my blood to create more hybrids like him. He got his way again.

A lot of people have died. People that were close to me, close to my friends. And Jeremy has lost every single person in our family except for me.

The worst crimes in history were done in the hopes of everlasting life. But it's not often you see someone whose life is a microcosm of the quest for the Fountain of Youth.

What are you going to do if the Admiral does bring him back to life for you? Aren't things just as dangerous?

Jeremy died trying to get the cure for me.

[She's silent for a moment, looking down.]

I died and became a vampire a few months ago. We found out there was a cure and he was trying to get it for me.

Do you want the cure now...?

[Now that she has some control, some little sliver of peace. He remembers vaguely how dangerous she had seemed, the last time she was here.]

You know, if you had asked me that a while ago, I might have still said yes. But I don't think becoming a human again has what I'm looking for.

[It won't undo anything or change who she is. Elena knows she's better off letting that go and instead looking forward.]

I have spent so much of the past two years looking back, trying to figure out where to go and now I'm finally not...

[She shakes her head a little.]

I don't think I would take it even if it was right here in front of me.

[Not that he's an expert, but he is very good at detecting doubt, and even better at spotting outright lies. He wonders if Elena knows how unusual it is to ask a question like that--to ask, essentially, 'do you want to change yourself'--and hear back a resounding 'no'.]

I think the only way anyone can ever do any real good is when they finally see things like you do now. It's hard not to worry about the past, it's hard to believe that the things you knew just don't exist anymore even if you can still touch them.

...Did you know that humans--and vampires, and some aliens I suppose--are the only creatures who are able to 'remember' the future? We're the only ones capable of sitting down and visualizing something that hasn't happened, and then making it become real? But of course since we can't make it fit exactly the way we 'remember' it going in our imagination, we lose patience, we become afraid, we go back to reaching for things that are already behind us. It's a waste, and yet...

[He has a tendency to talk, to ramble, when he's in the middle of an ear-splitting deaf spell. He trails off only when it passes and he can hear muffled sounds through the tinnitus. He offers her a small, sheepish shrug.]

Why are you his only family?

[She listens to him while he speaks, nodding a little. She doesn't know if that holds true entirely, but there are enough pieces of truth to it that she can believe it. How long did all of them continue grasping at something that wasn't there anymore? How long did they keep struggling to bring things back to make life the way it was supposed to be.]

[Elena used to think she was afraid of having everything spelled out for her, to have her whole life written for her before she began. But now she realizes her fear comes from not having a future she can control. Sometimes she still struggles to control more than she's reasonably able to. Other days she lets it go and instead takes it one step at a time.]

Because the rest of it is dead. Everyone's gone.

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