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maybebanks · 4 years

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Kook Princess Part 2

Part 1 here

You’re falling out with Rafe, JJ being the one to help you recognize his violent ways are not boyfriend material. Who knew leaving JJ for only a second, Y/n would end up in the hospital.

⚠️- violence, abusive relationship

“Oh it’s beautiful, JJ,” you tell him, in awe. He took you to the beach, early in the morning for the sunrise. You both camped at John B’s place, and pulled an all nighter.

He didn’t respond, so you turned to look at him. His eyes were on you, trailing your face. When you caught him, he turned away.

“Yup, it’s pretty cool. I knew you’d like it,” JJ says quickly, taking about the sunrise before you.

There was tension between you JJ, it felt like there always was. Since day one.

You shifted closer to him, rocks crumbling beneath your feet.

Your hand brushed against JJ’s. You felt his knuckles, so again, you moved your fingers to touch his.

He looked down. And that’s when you took the chance and entertained your fingers.

Holding hands with JJ made your feel safe. There was also those nervous butterflies in your stomach.

“What are you going to tell your friends?” You asked, thinking about how JJ wanted to avoid them last night at the Chateau.

“What are you going to tell Rafe?” he said.

You tensed and almost pulled your hand away. But you sighed, “if your going to tell me to break up with him, I’ve already tried,”

“What do you mean you’ve tried? Breakups usually work even if their not mutual,”

“I said I wanted to...but then I got...um he- look I just don’t want to deal with that again,” you said.

JJ’s jaw visibly clenched, “I want to kill him,” he muttered. He knew exactly what you meant but your stuttering.

“I’ll figure it out. Maybe if I tell my parents-“

“Tell them you want to drop the most successful kook’s son for a pogue like me? They’ll never support it,” JJ scoffs.

“They don’t have to know about us,” you tell him, but you instantly regret it. Was there an ‘us’ to JJ?

JJ smiles, “I like the sound of that,”

A few moments later he lead you to the HMS pogue boat. And he took you on a quick ride. Just so you could feel the wind in your hair.

When you return, Kie runs towards the dock.

“What’s up Kie?” JJ asks, calmly.

“Rafe! Rafe showed up,” she breathed.

“Oh my gosh. Is everyone okay?” You ask, assuming Rafe was angry at you.

“Yeah everyone is okay. Just the usual threats,” Kie told, “but he said he needs to talk to you. He said, and I quote, ‘tell your boy I know what he did’,”

You frowned. JJ didn’t do anything. And if he got the punishment, you would never forgive yourself.

“I should go talk to him,” you mutter, stepping off the boat.

“No. Wait Y/n. You can’t see him. Not without me there,” JJ defends.

“It’ll be fine,” you brushed him off and kept walking towards his car.

“Y/n. Don’t push me away,” JJ persisted.

“I do need a ride. But I don’t want you to get involved. It could provoke him. He already knows I’m here. Thank god we were on that boat,”

“Alright. I’ll stay in the car,” JJ states. Opening the door for you to enter the passenger seat.

Once arriving at the Cameron mansion, you stepped out of the car and headed to knock on the door.

When you entered, you heard Rafe and his father arguing.

You stepped back, they were talking about a watch. That Rafe was stealing, and you know Mr.Cameron wouldn’t tolorate that. In his own home.

You felt partially responsible, if you had been at the party, Rafe wouldn’t need money to steal, he would have made enough to pay the drug dealer.

You started walking backwards down the path, slowly. Ready to talk to JJ about what your next move should be.

But the door bursts open, and an upset Rafe storms through.

“Y/n?” He says, his voice cracking.

“Hi. Hey, are you okay?” You asked in a concerned tone. His cheeks were red and so were his eyes. He wiped under his eyes aggressively.

“Yeah. Yes I...fuck. I really fucked up. I’m a mess, Y/n. What am I going to do?” He crumbled. You had never seen him so vulnerable. He was crying, infront of you.

“Oh Rafe. I’m so sorry. We’ll fix it okay? You’ll find a way,” you pleaded, pulling him into a hug.

“My dad kicked me out. He doesn’t trust me,” Rafe cried.

“You can...you can stay with me. My mom likes you. It’s alright,” you comforted. Truly, you wanted to help him. It was in the heat of the moment that you forgot all his recent behavior and just saw him as an unloved boy.

“You’d do that for me?” He sniffled, trying to wipe away any signs of weakness.

You sighed, “it was wrong what you did to me. But you’re still my friend, Rafe. I can’t let you-“

“Boyfriend.” Rafe corrected.

You bit your tongue. After your time spent with JJ, you couldn’t exactly stay with Rafe romantically.

But in his damaged state, you couldn’t break the news. You you just caressed his face, wiping a few tears.

“You’re so good to me, how can someone be so gentle?” He asked. He probably was never treated this way. So you let it go.

“I have a soft spot for broken boys,” you reassured.

At this moment, you remembered JJ. JJ was the one that kept you safe when Rafe was high and didn’t know what he was doing. JJ was still waiting in the car.

You looked to the left and noticed JJ standing out of the car, resting his back against the door.

This made your stomach drop. If Rafe saw JJ he would get angry.

“Rafe I have to get going,” you tensed but began to stand up to cover it up.

“No,” Rafe demanded, “you can’t leave,”

“Rafe-“ you began cautiously, stepping backwards.

You watched Rafe’s eyes manically dance from you to the road. His glance switching.

He saw JJ.

“You’re not going with him. No way, babe,” Rafe ordered.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t control who I hang out with,” you retorted.

Everything that happened before flashed before your eyes, Rafe was never a good boyfriend to you. He was harsh, and violent.

But you couldn’t bring a break up into the conversation, not in his state.

“He’s why you missed the party,” Rafe paused to grab your arm, he pulled you close until you collided with his chest.

“Ow,” you whispered.

“I can’t let you slip away,” He muttered.

“Last night you nearly pawned me off for sex! I have to be done Rafe. This isn’t good for me,” you admitted, pushing back at his firm chest, “let me go,” you demanded.

“That was for us!” Rafe argued.

You couldn’t argue, there was no point. It would just get you hurt.

“I need you to listen to me. Please,” you pleaded, hoping he would finally give you a chance, “I can’t stay with you. You don’t treat me-“

“Treat?! What you think you’re some fuckin princess? Well you’re not! You do what I say. And you love me, if you know what’s good for you,” Rafe responded.

“Love? You just threatened me to love you? Don’t you see that this is toxic?” You pleaded.

Rafe pulls you close to him again, but this time, forces you against the house, one of his hands meets your neck and squeezes it.

You cough, choaking.

“Keep talking huh?! Keep fucking talking,” Rafe seethes.

You felt it like you have lived in this moment. JJ was approaching. Your eyes were wide as you clawed at Rafe, to let you go.

Your air was restricted.

Splotches of black started to enter your vision.

“Rafe...” you whispered, pleading him to stop as you continued to try and breathe.

Suddenly, some white stars entered in the abyss of black. You could barely see Rafe infront of you.

3..2..1

Black.

“Let her go!” JJ screamed angerly. Rafe turned around and saw him, his hands eased off of you.

But it was too late. Your limp legs could not carry you. You collapsed towards the dirt and gravel ground. Falling gently into unconsciousness.

“What the hell did you do?!” JJ asked the rhetorical question to Rafe.

Instead of running over to you, JJ threw the first punch at Rafe. Rafe ducked and punched back. Both of them getting hit.

A few blows later. Rafe had JJ in a choke hold. JJ fought and punched. His desire to avenge you was strong.

He jumped back and Rafe hit his head on the gravel. His forehead began to bleed. It was only a scrape, but it caused him to panic, and stay low to the ground.

JJ, breathing heavily, headed to you. He picked you up, and in his arms, carried you to the nearby van.

Placing you as carefully as possible, he drove to the hospital.

He kept blaming himself. He knew that he shouldn’t have let you talk to Rafe alone.

“She’s awake,” JJ heard the nurse inform the doctor. He headed inside.

JJ stood up in urgency, but the nurse shushed him and gestured for him to sit down again.

“What about the police?” The nurse said in a hushed tone.

“Hold them, for just a minute,”

“They can’t wait any longer,” she said, but the doctor just ignored her and went inside your room.

You gulped at the sight of him, he sighed and took a seat next to the hospital bed you were laying on.

“How are you feeling?” He asked you, leaning over slightly.

It hurt your throat to try and talk, so you just nodded. Figiting nervously with your fingers.

“What’s your name again, darling?” He asked, clutching a clip board.

You took some shallow breaths, looking up at the doctor, he looked in his 30’s, with a scruff beard and normal length brown hair.

You didn’t want to be questioned. You didn’t want to be here anymore.

Then you thought of JJ. If you had arrived here than JJ must have intervened with Rafe. You wondered if they had assumed it was JJ.

You looked around the room, “um..is JJ here?” You asked him.

“You mean the blond boy who brought you here. He’s outside waiting,” the doctor explained.

“I..I want to see him. Can I?” You asked.

The doctor sighed, “we have visitation restrictions, at least in the first 12 hours. Family only,” he answered.

Your family. You didn’t want them to know you were here. You didn’t want them to know why.

“Please?” You asked.

“Answer a few of my questions first, please. Then I can invite your friend in,” he said.

You nodded reluctantly, looking out the window mostly covered with blinds.

“My name is Dr. Joel Goran. You can call me Joel if you’d like. Would you walk me through what happened?” He questioned, trying to seem as friendly as possible.

You didn’t want to answer, you couldn’t admit it. Would he even believe you?

“Um..I don’t...” you paused, and studied his expression, “I don’t feel like I can....I mean I don’t..know,” you lied.

Dr. Joel sighed, “alright. I’ll tell you what I know, you were strangled, there are bruises on your neck by hand. You lost consciousness, and that’s why you’re here. Sound about right?”

You shrugged, crossing your arms.

“Can I please talk to JJ now?” You asked.

“Is..JJ you’re boyfriend?” Dr. Joel asked.

Surprised by the personal question, but you answered, “no,”

“Was he there when you got hurt?” He asked.

“No,” you lied, so that they wouldn’t question JJ.

“But he found you seconds after? And drove you here?”

You avoided eye contact, “um I guess,”

“Did he choke you?” Dr. Joel continued.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “No! What are you, a detective? It doesn’t matter who did it. I want to leave now,”

“It’s either me, or the police. And it does matter who did it, this is an assault crime,” The doctor said, in a disappointed tone.

“No...so they’re gonna arrest someone? It’s fine..I don’t...I didn’t press charges,”

“I can tell you don’t want this. This is a stressful situation-“

“No. Please clear me. I’m healed right? I should leave,” you said quickly, starting to move the covers and get up.

“On the contrary. You have some brain damage and need to stay until it can easily be healed. Don’t worry. Nothing too serious.”

You gave him a worried look, breathing heavily.

“Can you tell me your full name? We would like to call your parents,” he pressed.

You looked the opposite way, “can I see my friend now?”

He sighed, and looked at you, “okay,” he nodded, then slowly left the room.

While he was gone, you looked for your phone. It was in the pocket of your previous clothes. You were now wearing a hospital gown.

You found them in a bag and pulled it out. Before you even unlocked it you could see threats and apologies from Rafe.

You slammed it down on the table.

Then the door was pushed open. You tensed.

JJ walked in first, then Dr. Goran.

“Hey,” he said, looking at you with slight worry.

When he got close enough you wrapped your arms around him.

“Thank god you’re here. JJ I can’t do this. I have to leave, okay? Can you get me out of here?” You asked.

The doctor was still standing by the door.

“Y/n..I don’t know. Are you..okay? Did he hurt you bad?” JJ asked, brushing your hair to the side.

“Ah shit,” he muttered.

“It’s fine. I don’t need to stay here! I want to go home with you,” you admitted.

JJ began to say something, but stopped when he heard arguing by the door.

“She’s not ready,” your doctor said to two officers.

“We need to start looking for the suspect. It could happen again if we don’t,” the policeman said.

“No. JJ no...I can’t tell them. He’ll kill me,” you whispered.

“No he won’t, Y/n. I’ll be there to protect you the whole time,” JJ reassured.

The officers entered, despite your doctors protests, and began questioning you.

“Please describe the identity of your assailant please,” the officer began, pen ready on a pad.

You found JJ’s hand and gripped it right, “Nothing...” you started but realized lying wouldn’t work. Instead you just shut your mouth.

The officer then turned their attention to JJ, “would you please exit the room. To provide a more honest space for her,”

“No. No JJ don’t leave me,” you pleaded.

The officer shoved JJ out of the room gently.

“No!” You screamed, but they shut the door.

You crossed your arms and took a deep breath.

“Describe your assailant, now Miss,” the officer proceeded.

You ignored him for a minute.

“Miss?”

“I’m not telling you anything,” you admitted.

They sighed, “you have to tell us who hurt you. We’re only trying to help. Whoever you’re protecting-“

“I’m protecting myself.” You interrupted, “I’m not answering any more of your stupid questions. So please, leave me alone,”

The officers nodded in disappointment and Dr. Goran lead them out.

“If I may say one thing. Telling the police won’t get you hurt. They can arrest him,”

“You don’t know him,” you whispered, you’re voice breaking slightly.

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finnismyoriginalsin · 4 years

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Elena is working at Hope Zion Hospital when she is introduced to a man that looks remarkably like Elijah, as Dr. Joel Goran.

7 Years post season 8 TVD finale, Season 5 TO, Season 1 Saving Hope: Doctors AU.

Normally she would be calling Elijah about this. About anything to do with his family. But it’s been too long since she’s spoken to any of the them.

She tries Rebekah first, but that line is long since dead. It's not like any of them probably keep a cell phone for long. Most likely their phones are often lost or misplaced, or covered in blood or some other human substance and thrown away to be replaced.

So she’s left with Klaus. She supposes she could have asked Caroline to call for her, but she’s another friend of whom she has mostly lost. Sure they still talk sometimes, or more often text, but Caroline is almost always on another side of the globe. She had left after the girls were in school but, Elena thinks she’s trying to outrun her grief over Stefan, other times her desire to see Klaus and feeling like she’s betraying Stefan’s memory; their moment of marriage in a sea of other moments of time.

The line rings and rings and she feels as if this is her chance, just hang up the phone, disconnect, don’t worry that there is someone here claiming to be a doctor that looks just like Elijah, but clearly isn’t Elijah.

He finally picks up.

“Elena? What a surprise”, he says, genuine warmth in his voice.

She’s so shocked she almost drops the phone, hearing his voice on the other end of the line, the one she hasn’t heard say her name in that way in so long.

“Elena I know your there, I can hear you breathing love”.

She stammers, “Yes, yes I’m here, Hi Klaus”.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asks.

She decides to jump right to the point, that way she can quickly end this call. “Is Elijah there with you, in New Orleans?”

There is silence on the other end for a few seconds before, “Actually no…he’s currently in Canada I believe. Why are you asking?”

“Because I am in Canada. And there is a man at the hospital I work at claiming to be a doctor Joel Goran…who l'm fairly certain is Elijah.”

She can hear him curse on the line and then, “Your right of course, that is in fact Elijah, we had to make him..." he pauses searching for the right words and fails, "forget whom he was so to speak.”

Sighing, she doesn’t even want to know why, she just asks, “Is there any reason I may need to be on my guard or…is he going to be here for awhile pretending to be this doctor?”

She can hear Klaus conferring with someone, Rebekah maybe before, “We don’t actually know how long. There’s not really a time table here. Long story short, we gave him a new life. But you say he’s become a doctor though? Our Elijah? I suppose that’s not out of the realm of possibility, he did talk quite a bit about wanting to be a healer for a time.”

“You need not fear him though Elena, he doesn’t remember anything about being, well, himself. Moonlighting as a doctor though, that is interesting…and smart, plenty of blood bags I suppose” and he chuckles.

“I guess your right” she says then, “I just wasn’t sure if he was in fact pretending, or if this was some other ruse or another of your devilish plans made to trap me into…something again” she trails off.

He laughs again over the line, “No need to be afraid of that my dear Elena, all of my devilish plans as you say have since failed with you, plus I have enough Hybrids, though you are human again aren’t you….”

She hangs up on him before he can continue that line of thought.

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She rubs her forehead, the beginning of a headache forming. Well, she thinks, at least this will definitely be an interesting year. What will she tell Damon? Does she need to tell him? She can’t lie to him, after all this time and yet…

That warm feeling she used to get in her gut starts when she thinks of him, of her Elijah…the one she used to know. The one she knew before betrayal after betrayal. What if this was her chance to see him again? See the one person she thought of in such high esteem, the one she greatly admired and held such affection for. Even after all this time, she still remembers their first negotiations. She can feel her face flushing remembering that time in her life; she had always privately thought of that time as their idea of foreplay.

Going back into the hospital she runs right into him. “Oh god I’m so sorry” she says, his hands immediately catching her around the shoulders before she can fall.

He looks at her, with the strangest expression as she straightens back up. But just like that, the expression is gone and in it’s place is a sheepish look. “No please excuse me, I wasn’t looking where I was going..umm..Kathy was it?” he asks.

She freezes at that, the name too close to Katherine. She looks down to gather her thoughts and train her face back into a smile before answering, “Actually, it’s Elena” she sticks out her hand to shake his; their hands meet and for a split second that wondering look is back on his face, before it's gone again when they shake hands. “Nice to meet you again Elena, I’m sorry I’m terrible with names” he says.

“That’s alright Elij—I mean Joel. I meant to introduce myself to you yesterday, but time just has a way of slipping away around here”. Now she looks sheepish, a blush coming to her face.

“Yes well…it’s a hospital so…” and he laughs, this look of pure joy crossing his face, and lighting it up in a way she had never seen before. He must love it here. She had never thought of him as wanting to be a doctor before, but now it seems so, so, him. Still trying to be the Noble brother.

She cannot help but stare as he continues talking about the joys of working at the hospital, her eyes on his mouth and, “Wait, what were you saying?”

He smirks at her, which is something completely new. It makes him look more like his siblings, and here she thought maybe this was her chance to get to know him in a different way, to see a side of him she never saw before.

Maybe this is worse, a narcissistic version of Elijah.

“Sorry, I just, I completely spaced out there for a minute. It’s just, you look like someone I used to know”, she says and oh god it just slipped out.

“Someone good I hope? An Ex boyfriend perhaps?” and he laughs that big laugh again, all teeth and shining eyes.

This time she’s ready, “No, just, never mind…” she’s going to walk away when he stops her, his hand cupping her wrist.

“I’m dearly sorry Elena, I didn’t mean…” he looks away, “It’s just you look familiar to me as well, but I can’t quite place you…” and he’s looking at her so earnestly, so openly, and it’s here that she knows she could fall for him again.

But she can’t. The engagement ring on her finger a constant reminder that she is in fact in love with someone else.

They hadn’t had time yet to actually get married, between everything that had happened with Stefan, and Caroline, and Bonnie. All of her lost friends. Damon grieving over his brother, while dealing with her happiness at being human again and wanting to be happy with her, happy for her. Then she was in school, and interning, and just, they hadn’t had the time. Always thinking one day, one day soon, but yet that day hadn’t arrived yet.

Elijah…Joel had let go of her wrist in the meantime. He was still searching her face, searching for answers, for some lost truth.

She remembers lies are part of that foreplay, and smiles at him again, “It’s okay, I just have one of those faces” she says.

He smiles back at her.

As they go their separate ways he says, “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you around Elena."

She looks back at him once, one more time, and says “Definitely."

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