Rebekah and Levi
Rebekah looked up in amusement as Levi came through the door of her hotel room.
"Sleep well?" she asked sweetly.
"How much did I drink last night?" he moaned, holding his head.
"I lost count after the 6th beer. But I did see you with vodka later," Rebekah replied, sipping her juice.
"Remind me why?"
"Um... because it was my single release party, and you were there to perform... then for some reason, you and Millsy had a drinking - "
"Aha, it was Millsy's fault!" Levi exclaimed, then quickly winced.
"Owwwwwww."
Rebekah hid her grin.
"Is Jules coming to get me?"
"Jules is here," Jules said, coming through the door, holding Levi's bag.
"Come on dude, I'll get Bek to New York, and then I'll get you home, ok?"
Rebekah and Jules grinned at each other, both silently laughing at Levi's pain, before he ported them out, leaving Rebekah standing in her room.
"Thanks," she said as they disappeared again, with Levi giving a final call of 'man, not so loud.'
She brushed her hair from her eyes and then ran upstairs to go see Jono, thinking it might be a nice surprise that she was back a day earlier.
"Jono?"
The Displaced
"Bek?"
Jonothon got up off his bed and went to the door.
"Hey, chica, welcome back," Angelo said.
"Do we leave now so they may commence shagging like rabbits in heat?" Octavian wondered.
He ducked the paper balls Sergei and Angelo threw at him.
"Ah, me. I'm so persecuted."
Rebekah
Rebekah kissed Jono gently, then pushed her new fringe out of her eyes.
While she'd been in Australia, she'd had her hair lightened to a golden brown, she was a little more tanned, her nails were acryliced again with French tips, and she had a fringe, that fell over her eyes in a cute sorta way.
"Tactful Octavian, very much so. But hi to everyone else."
The Displaced
"Hey, Bek," Sergei nodded, fingers stilling on his guitar.
"You love me," Octavian said.
"You know you really do."
"No one loves you, vato," Angelo said.
"No, you all love me. You're just in denial," Octavian explained kindly.
"You look good, pet," Jonothon said.
"You done summat to your hair?"
Rebekah
"Oui, I wasn't star enough."
Rebekah kissed his nose gently.
"Just had it lightened and cut, is all. And I don't love you Octavian. Not in denial either. Just not crazy or drunk enough to love you."
The Displaced
"MY LIFE IS OVER!" Octavian declared, throwing himself back onto Jonothon's bed.
"Good, take one of Jono's shrieking British band cds out of its cover, snap it in half and slit your wrists with the broken pieces," Sergei said dryly.
"Touch my music and die."
"And look at that, all you have to do is touch them to commit suicide," Angelo said.
"Oh, I can think of better ways to commit suicide," Octavian commented.
"Such as kissing Bek."
Rebekah
"Octavian, just..."
Rebekah clicked and switched his arousal off.
She sat down on Jono's computer chair and looked over his new music.
The Displaced
"Damn you!" Octavian exclaimed.
Sergei chuckled.
"She shut off his arousal, didn't she?" Angelo said.
"Yeah."
"Hate you. Hate you ALL!"
Rebekah
Rebekah stuck her tongue out at Octavian, then flicked her hair away from her eyes again.
"So, miss me, Jono?"
Jonothon and Octavian
"Always."
Jonothon leant down and brushed his thumb over her lip.
"I'm going to get Kanika to leave a toad in your bed. No, a snake!" Octavian declared.
Rebekah
"Oh for Christ's sake."
Rebekah turned him back on (figuratively speaking).
She kissed Jono gently.
The Displaced
"Never underestimate the power of the prankster," Octavian said solemnly.
"Idiot," Angelo said, and then whapped him on the back of the head, supersizing his hand for a moment.
Jonothon kissed her back softly for a few moments, then pulled away. Octavian pouted at Angelo, then returned his attention to the conversation at hand.
"How was it? Exhausting?"
"Just think, one day we'll do that kind of thing," Sergei said,
"Bek...when you've got a few moments..." Octavian said slowly.
"I want you to come meet someone."
Rebekah
"It was extremely tiring... shouldn't be a problem for Jono, but yeah, get used to living on two or three hours of sleep... and that's if you're lucky."
Rebekah squeezed Jono's hand gently.
"But it's just fun, it hardly seems like work most of the time."
She turned to Jono.
"Did you get the stuff I sent? I didn't want to take it all home with me, so I sent it ahead. It's just interviews and photos and such."
She looked at Octavian.
"Who?"
The Displaced
Jonothon nodded.
"It was fantastic. Yer did good, luv."
Octavian coughed slightly, drawing attention back to himself.
Jonothon raised an eyebrow at the Russian. Angelo simply nodded
slightly.
"Old eyes. A good way to describe it."
"He was from the streets, da? On streets, children grow old
quickly, doing what children should not have to do. He is guilty for
surviving and getting out where others are still trapped. He will
get over that, or his soul will die from the inside out," Sergei
said calmly.
"Very calm and philosophical about it, Sergei," Octavian said.
Sergei shrugged.
"Anyway...His name is Nicolai Draculea, and he is from Romania.
He doesn't speak much English, more French but he speaks several
East European languages, German and Russian fluently. He's Kurt's
sort of cousin. I want you to talk to him," Octavian continued.
Rebekah
"Je ne sais pas si avoir peur ou pas, Octavian," Rebekah said. (I
do not know whether to be afraid or not, Octavian.)
She wrapped an arm around Jono's waist.
"I'll go see him now, then?"
Jonothon & Octavian.
Jonothon nuzzled her neck lightly.
"Je ne pense pas qu'il y a quelque chose avoir peur de," Octavian
said softly. (I do not think there is anything to be afraid of)
"M'aiderez-vous à l'aider?" (Will you help me help him?)
"She only just got back, Tav..." Jonothon protested.
Rebekah
"Of course I will," Rebekah said, then leant back against Jono
gently.
"When?"
Octavian
"Now, if you like," Octavian said.
"But later, maybe tomorrow should be alright as well."
Rebekah
"Now is good."
Rebekah turned and kissed Jono's cheek.
"You don't mind?"
Jonothon & Octavian
"Nah, s'ok," Jonothon said.
"He'll whine ovverwise."
"I do not whine," Octavian protested as he stood.
Rebekah
Rebekah chuckled and followed Octavian from the room.
"So, how do I help him?"
Octavian
"I don't know...you just seem to be very good at helping people,"
Octavian said.
"And Kurt has been very upset."
Rebekah
"Oh dear."
Rebekah followed him, brushing her hair from her eyes.
Octavian, Kurt & Nikola
"Yes, Kurt and Nicolai have several areas of disagreement, one
being that Nicolai seems to wish Kurt had not rescued him from the
streets," Octavian said.
"He told me it would be better if he had died there."
"Nicu, bitte..." Kurt pleaded. (please)
"Schließen Sie und lassen Sie mich allein! Ich sollte tot sein!
Ich wünsche, daß ich war!" Nicolai shouted back. (Shut up and leave
me alone! I should be dead! I wish I was!)
"Ich verbringe soviel Zeit als einer der Toten, ich sollte in
meinem Grab ruhig sein! Ich würde jetzt sein, wenn Sie nicht
intefered hatten!" (I spend so much time as one of the dead, I
should be quiet in my grave! I would be by now if you hadn't
intefered)
"Nicu, bitte, bitte..."
Rebekah
Rebekah immediately sent soothing waves out to everyone in the
room.
"Bonjour, vous devez être Nikolai." (Hello, you must be Nikolai.)
Octavian, Nicolai & Kurt
"Nicolai, dieses ist Bek," Octavian said.
"Bek, Nicolai."
"Was Sie tuend sind, Tav?" Nicolai asked. (What are you doing?)
"Hello, Bek. It ist gut to see you back," Kurt said.
His tail lashed and curled in distress, fingers fidgeting with
the corner of his jacket. Nicolai lifted his head like a throughbred
on display, arching his back slightly and shifting one hip forward.
"Bon nuit, mademoiselle. Quel est votre plaisir avec moi?" (What
is your pleasure with me?)
Rebekah
Rebekah looked confused for a moment.
"J'ai aucun pour vouloir de vous dans de cette façon." (I have no
want of you in that way.)
She smiled at Kurt.
"Merci, Kurt, it is good to be home."
Kurt, Nicolai & Octavian
"That is good to hear, ja," Kurt said.
"This is my brother, Nicolai. Well, not exactly brother by blood,
but we were raised together by the same woman."
"Ah, Kurt est un saint, mademoiselle. Je? Je suis juste une
putain. Ainsi, que aimez-vous?" (Oh, Kurt is a saint, miss. Me? I'm
just a whore. So, what would you like?)
"Ne parlez pas de vous-même comme cela," Octavian said, putting a
hand on Nicolai's shoulder. (Don't talk about yourself like that)
"Sie wünschen mich," Nicolai murmured, rubbing against Octavian
like a cat and putting one foot behind Octavian's, preventing the
older teen from moving without falling down or hurting the younger
boy. (You want me)
"Ich werde gebohrt. Lassen Sie uns gehen Bumsen." (I'm bored.
Let's go f*ck.)
"Nicu!" Kurt scolded, looking upset.
"Bumsen weg, Kurt! Ich kann tun, was ich mag. Und ich möchte ihn
tun!" Nicolai spat back, putting one arm around Octavian's neck.
(F*ck off, Kurt! I can do what I like. And I want to do him!)
"Ich spiele nicht dieses Spiel mit Ihnen, Nicu," Octavian said in
a soft, warning voice. (I won't play this game with you)
"Ich werde nicht so, wieder verwendet. Ich warne Sie, Nicu...
ließ mich gehen. Ich werde nicht als Waffe gegen einen meiner
Freunde durch einen anderen meiner Freunde verwendet." (I won't be
used like this, again. I warn you, Nicu...let me go. I won't be used
as a weapon against one of my friends by another one of my friends.)
Rebekah
"La vie n'est pas un jeu, ne le traitent pas légèrement," Rebekah
scolded gently. (Life is not a game, do not treat it lightly.)
Nicolai & Octavian
"Je sais cela, vous améliore probablement alors," Nicolai hissed
at Rebekah. (I know that, probably better then you do)
"Nicu, soyez poli," Octavian said. (Be polite)
Nicolai grimaced.
"Seulement si elle est, et garde son sermonising pieux à elle-
même," he said in a sulky tone. (Only if she is, and keeps her pious
sermonising to herself)
Rebekah
"Je ne peux pas l'aider, s'il ne souhaite pas être aidé," Rebekah
said to Octavian. (I can not help him, if he does not wish to be
helped.)
She turned away to leave.
Nicolai & Ian/Nicolai
Nicolai snorted and stepped away from Octavian. He started for
the other door, before he grunted in pain and doubled over. He
straightened back up and turned around.
"Qu'est-que ce, Bek?" Ian/Nicolai said.
Rebekah
Rebekah froze in her tracks and turned around slowly.
"Ian? Ce qui sont vous... comment allez vous..." (What are you...
how are you...)
Ian/Nicolai
"Je ne connais pas... Bek, ce qui se produit ? Je suis mort... je
sais que je suis. Je suis mort," Ian/Nicolai said slowly. (I don't
know...Bek, what is happening? I'm dead...I know I am. I died.)
Rebekah
Rebekah breathed heavily, feeling tears well up in her eyes.
"God no, this can't be happening..."
"Je suis désolé que je ne pourrais pas vous sauver." (I'm sorry I
could not save you.)
Ian/Nicolai
"Ce n'était pas votre défaut," Ian/Nicolai said. (It wasn't your
fault)
"Peut-être il était juste mon heure de mourir. Je ne vous blâme
pas, ainsi satisfais, ne me blâme pas, ma cherie." (Perhaps it was
just my time to die. I do not blame you, so please, do not blame
yourself)
Rebekah
"Mais je vous ai échoué, et alors j'ai échoué encore avec Filipo
et Terence." (But I failed you, and then I failed again with Filipo
and Terence.)
Rebekah looked at her feet.
"Je m'ennuie toujours de vous." (I still miss you.)
Ian/Nicolai
"Oh, ma cherie..." Ian/Nicolai murmured.
He walked over to her and put his arms around her.
Rebekah
Rebekah took a deep breath, smelling Ian's familiar and
comforting scent wash over her.
"You are not angry? Zat I am with Jono?"
Ian/Nicolai
"Non, non..."
Ian/Nicolai rested his head against her shoulder, hands rubbing
over her back comfortingly.
"You should move on."
Rebekah
Rebekah closed her eyes for a long moment.
"Can you... do you miss being here?"
Ian/Nicolai
"I miss you..."
Ian/Nicolai kissed her cheek gently.
"But...that is past. I am your past. Jono...he is your future."
Rebekah
Rebekah nodded.
"I know, but... it is still hard."
She entwined their fingers.
"I love you both, but I have to move on..."
Ian/Nicolai
"You must, I want you to," Ian/Nicolai whispered.
He raised their hands to his lips and kissed her fingers lightly.
"I want you to be 'appy."
Rebekah
Rebekah nodded, a tear spilling over and sliding down her cheek.
"I'll always love you, I just... I cannot keep carrying you
around forever."
Ian/Nicolai
"Let me go, Bek..." Ian/Nicolai said.
"Let me go."
Rebekah
Rebekah gently disentangled herself from Ian's arms.
"Look after Filipo and Terence, won't you?"
Ian/Nicolai
"Always, cherie," Ian/Nicolai promised.
"I 'ave to go."
Rebekah
"I understand."
Rebekah kissed his forehead gently.
"Merci."
Ian/Nicolai, Nicolai & Kurt
"My pleasure, ma chere Bek," Ian/Nicolai said gently.
He stepped back and seemed to let go. Nicolai gasped and dropped
to the floor, moaning with pain. Kurt hurried over to his cousin.
"Nicu...bitte, Nicu, betrachten Sie mich..." Kurt said, stroking
Nicolai's foreahead. (Please, look at me)
Rebekah
Rebekah looked shocked, then backed away.
"I am sorry."
She started to run from the room.
Nicolai, Kurt, Octavian & Terrence/Nicolai
"Ihre Toten sind so laut," Nicolai murmured to Kurt. (Her dead
are so loud)
"Benötigen Sie den Doktor?" Kurt asked worriedly. (Do you need
the doctor?)
"Bek!" Octavian started to run after her.
"Ah, Gott!"
Nicolai's back arched.
"Maman! S'il te plait, Mama!" Terrence/Nicolai cried plaintively.
Rebekah
Rebekah stopped and turned around.
"Terence?"
She walked over to him and bent down.
"Baby boy."
Terrence/Nicolai
"I found him," Terrence/Nicolai murmured, reaching up to her.
"Mama..."
Rebekah
Rebekah swept Terence up in her arms and hugged him, another tear
sliding down her cheek.
"My baby boy, I missed you."
Terrence/Nikolai
"I miss you too, Mama," Terrence/Nikolai said gravely, like
little boys do.
"But you know...it wasn't your fault."
Rebekah
"Won't stop me from blaming myself though, little one."
Rebekah set Terence onto the ground.
Terrence/Nikolai
"I love you, Mama," Terrence/Nikolai said.
"And Jono's nice too."
Rebekah
"I love you too, my boy," Rebekah replied softly, touching his
cheek softly.
"And I'm glad you like Jono."
Terrence/Nikolai
"I have to go," Terrence/Nikolai said solemnly.
"Nicu doesn't like having us around."
Rebekah
"I understand."
Rebekah kissed his forehead.
"I love you, baby boy."
Terrence/Nikolai & Nikolai
"Love you too, both of us," Terrence/Nikolai said.
Nikolai gasped for breath, sweat running down his forehead.
Rebekah
Rebekah closed her eyes.
Jono, she needed Jono.
Nikolai, Kurt & Octavian
Nikolai clung to Kurt, shaking and sweating.
"Kurt, es verletzt," Nikolai gasped. (it hurts)
Kurt bamfed to the medlabs when he heard that.
Octavian put a hand on her shoulder, worried.
"Bek?"
Rebekah
Rebekah shook her head.
"I am ok, I just need to..."
She pulled away from Octavian and ran to her room, tears
streaming freely.
Octavian & Jonothon
"Bek!"
Octavian ran after her. Jonothon stopped her near her room and
wrapped his arms around her.
"Shh...luv."
The two youths exchanged a glance, then Octavian left.
Rebekah
Rebekah fell to the ground, pulling Jono down with her.
"Oh God, I just... I didn't... it hurts, Jono, please, make it
stop hurting!"
Jonothon
"Shhhh..."
JOnothon rocked her slowly, just offering support.
Rebekah
Rebekah buried her face in his shoulder, wrapping her arms around
his neck.
"And he... they just... I miss them Jono, and I try not to think
about it, but I can't... I can't help it."
Jonothon
"You're allowed to..."
Jonothon kissed her gently.
Rebekah
Rebekah wiped her eyes, then kissed him back.
"Can we just... go to your room or something? I do not want to
talk to many people right now."
Jonothon
"Wotever you want, luv," Jonothon said sincerely.
He helped her to her feet and wrapped a protective arm around her
shoulders as they headed for his room.
Rebekah
Rebekah and Jono just lay on his bed in silence, and that was
enough.