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Hoechlin bounced his leg nervously.
“So they’re showing up today,” Hoechlin asked.
“Yep,” Bohen said, “Why? Nervous?”
“Very,” Hoechlin said.
“Pfft. You're nervous! At least Derek has a moral compass most times,” Joseph said, shaking his head, "Mine is just absolutely… Dangerously, psychologically ill.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Gillies reassured, “After all from what was told to us, Klaus has two kids that won’t let him hurt you.”
“Since when did Klaus have two kids again,” Somerhalder asked.
“Are we forgetting that Mark’s character is showing up as well,” Dylan asked.
There was a sound of the door opening.
“Think that’s them,” Paul asked.
Jensen walked through the door. He smiled at everyone.
“Hey, so they’re here now,” Jensen said, “But a word of caution, all of you know what your character acts like on the show. So do not say anything that you know would offend them… Seriously. Now I hope you’re ready. C’mon in, guys.”
They walked in, making casual conversation with each other already. But it stopped as they all noticed the other alternates in the room.
“I already hate this,” Klaus grumbled.
“Now, now, Niklaus,” Elijah smiled, “Let’s act civilized at least for today.”
“I feel like you’re enjoying this too much,” Klaus hissed.
“Perhaps I am,” Elijah chuckled.
“Enjoy yourselves,” Jensen said as he noticed Jared, Misha, Sam, Dean, and Cas walking in carrying food and drinks.
Bohen walked up to Peter.
“Peter, right,” Bohen asked, causing him to nod, “I’m Ian… Ian Bohen.”
“Well, aren’t you handsome,” Peter smiled, causing Bohen to give a small chuckle, “Nice to meet you. I hear you’re the actor who plays me on some show.”
“Yeah,” Bohen said.
“Okay, cool,” Peter said, sitting down and offering Bohen the chair next to him, “I just got to know… Am I a badass in the show as well…”
Gillies found Elijah in his usual attire, a suit. Unsurprisingly, that was what made Gillies know it was Elijah in the first place. He made his way over, although Joseph gave a silent pleading look not to leave his side.
“Elijah Mikaelson,” Gillies said, making the older vampire turn to him, “I’m Daniel Gillies.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Elijah greeted.
“Same! I mean, wow,” Gillies said, “It’s really you! I was skeptical at first but now… I’m speechless…”
“Yeah, he has that effect on people,” Damon said, smiling at Gillies, “Hi, Damon Mikaelson.”
“Mikaelson,” Gillies asked, “What?”
“He’s my husband,” Elijah smiled.
“You married Damon? You married DAMON,” Gillies said excitedly, “That’s fucking awesome!”
“Thank you,” Elijah said.
“I see my alternate,” Damon said, “I’ll be back…”
“Keep an eye out to make sure the others are alright,” Elijah said, “Also don’t drink up all the alcohol.”
“Fine,” Damon whined.
“Thanks, dear,” Elijah smiled before turning back to Gillies.
“Hey,” Damon said, once he was in front of Somerhalder.
Somerhalder flinched hard making Damon smirk.
“Hi, I’m Ian Somerhalder,” Somerhalder greeted, after he recovered from his fright.
“I’m Damon,” Damon said, “But I’m sure you already knew that.”
“Yeah,” Somerhalder smiled, “You look really… Realistic.”
“I would hope so,” Damon said, “I am alive… Well, for the most part at least… Definitely still fuckable so that counts for something.”
Somerhalder chuckled.
“Well, you definitely are charming,” Somerhalder said, holding out an extra bottle, “Beer?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” Damon said, taking the drink, “Let’s talk.”
“As long as you promise not to drain me,” Somerhalder said.
“I made a promise to my husband to behave,” Damon said, “And he’s a lot more convincing than you. So you’re safe, trust me.”
Alex found Jack getting some food. He went next to him and made him a plate too. Jack looked up, smiling warmly. Alex smiled as well, feeling a warm energy wash over him.
“You should try the brownies,” Alex said.
“Who made them,” Jack asked.
“Oh, Mark did,” Alex said.
Jack grabbed a few, remembering how good they tasted last time.
“I’m Jack, by the way,” Jack said.
“Alex Calvert,” Alex greeted, “If you don’t mind. I wanted to talk a little.”
“Sounds good,” Jack said, leading Alex to a table.
“So Lucifer isn’t your dad,” Alex asked, sitting down.
“Nope,” Jack said, sitting next to him.
Scott was silently checking on everyone when he heard Posey calling out to him nearby.
“Hi, I got you some food,” Posey said, handing him a plate, “I’m Tyler Posey.”
“Scott McCall,” Scott said, “Or you already knew that.”
Posey smiled.
“That’s alright,” Posey shrugged, “So how is life treating you?”
“Pretty good,” Scott said, “Why? Does something happen to me in the show?”
“A lot happens,” Posey said, “But I am curious if you’ve reached it yet?”
“Reached what,” Scott asked.
“Oh, uh, not sure if I should tell you,” Posey said.
“You mean, true alpha level,” Scott asked, showing his red eyes briefly, “I did. However, I’m curious about you if you don’t mind. Like what all do you do? Or accomplish in life? I want to know about you.”
“I’m happy to tell,” Posey said, excited to gain a friend out of Scott McCall, “What do you want to know?”
Stiles noticed Derek was hesitant about speaking to Hoechlin. Hoechlin was the same way. However, Hoechlin seemed terrified. Dylan was next to Hoechlin, talking to him by the drinks. Stiles grabbed Derek’s hand.
“Let’s go get some drinks,” Stiles said, dragging Derek with him before he could decline.
Stiles smoothly dropped Derek off in front of Hoechlin while stealing Dylan from him.
“Stiles,” Derek growled, “That kid, man, whatever the hell he is!”
“Gets frustrating dealing with him,” Hoechlin asked.
“You have no idea,” Derek sighed, “I’m Derek.”
“Tyler Hoechlin,” Hoechlin greeted, shaking Derek’s hand, “To be honest, I was kind of nervous meeting you.”
“Why? I’m a nice guy,” Derek asked, curiously.
“You don’t like your peace being disturbed,” Hoechlin said.
“Introducing yourself won’t disturb my peace,” Derek reassured, “Besides living with Stiles, I got used to that a long time ago.”
“Stiles and you seem close,” Hoechlin said.
“He’s my fiancé,” Derek shrugged.
“That explains a lot,” Hoechlin chuckled, “You don’t seem as bad as I thought.”
“Looks can be deceiving,” Derek teased, “Beer?”
Hoechlin accepted the beer as they talked.
Joseph had to pump himself up to bring himself to speak to Klaus. When he finally finished and turned, Klaus was already in front of him. Joseph flinched hard.
“Sorry. I probably should’ve made my presence known,” Klaus smirked, “I’m Klaus.”
“Joseph Morgan,” Joseph greeted, “How are you?”
“I should be asking you that,” Klaus said, “You seem to be the jumpy one here.”
“You’re Klaus Mikaelson,” Joseph said, “I have good reason to be jumpy, don’t you think?”
“In most cases I would’ve said yes but now… Not so much,” Klaus said, “After all, I did promise my brother to be on my best behavior.”
“Elijah, I’m guessing,” Joseph asked.
“Exactly,” Klaus said, “Walk with me so we can talk.”
Joseph hesitated and Klaus noticed.
“Joseph, if I wanted you dead you would already be bleeding out on the floor,” Klaus said, “C’mon.”
Joseph finally moved his feet to walk with the hybrid, who kept his promise of not injuring him.
Stiles looked at Dylan after he let go.
“I am so sorry about that,” Stiles apologized, “I just had to get Derek over there.”
“Not a problem,” Dylan said, brushing it off, “I’m Dylan O’Brien, by the way.”
“Stiles,” Stiles greeted, shaking Dylan’s hand, “You look… Like me…”
“I know,” Dylan said, “It’s freaking me out too a little. Hey, I heard you had superpowers. And that Void was still present. Is that true? Or are people bullshitting information?”
“It’s true,” Stiles chuckled, “I have Void and another creature inside me. It can get quite… Annoying.”
“That’s awesome though,” Dylan said, “So can you fly? Or shoot lasers?”
Stiles grinned.
“Let me show you,” Stiles said, holding out his hand, “C’mon.”
Dylan looked around before he slowly grabbed Stiles’s hand. Stiles lifted them both up, making Dylan curse out of nervousness.
“Don’t worry, Dylan,” Stiles chuckled, “I got you. I won’t let you fall.”
“This is fucking awesome,” Dylan laughed.
Stiles laughed at Dylan's cheerfulness of flying.
“Stiles, be careful,” Chris shouted.
JR walked up next to Chris, looking at Stiles and Dylan flying.
“Since when could Stiles fly,” JR asked.
“You know what, I’m not too sure,” Chris said, “The entities inside of him are making flying capable but this is the first time I’ve seen him fly like this.”
“Looks fun in a way,” JR said, “I’m JR Bourne, by the way.”
“Chris Argent,” Chris said, shaking JR’s hand, “Nice to meet you.”
“You as well,” JR smiled, “So you’re actually real. I always thought when we first met you would try to kill me.”
Chris stared at JR with a blank stare. JR slowly began feeling uncomfortable.
“Why would I do that,” Chris asked lowly, which could easily be confused as a threatening tone.
“Because I look exactly like you,” JR said uneasily.
“That can’t be the only reason, surely,” Chris said, “So what else could you be so afraid of?”
“Chris,” Sam called, capturing the hunter’s attention, “How about we don’t intimidate these people for fun? Okay?”
Chris’s face broke into a playful smile.
“Alright,” Chris said, “But you can’t blame me. The look on his face is hilarious."
"Literally looks exactly like you,” Sam said, “Know what, this is why you need to stop hanging out with Lucifer so much. You start becoming another crazy asshole that bullies because it’s funny.”
Chris shrugged and turned back to JR.
“I mean it, dammit,” Sam said.
“Yes, sir,” Chris teased, glancing at Sam.
Chris looked at JR.
“Why don’t we start over,” Chris smiled, “This time I’ll play nice.”
Stefan took in a piece of the chicken and hummed.
“Not bad huh,” Paul smiled, “If you think the chicken is good you should try ribs.”
Stefan glanced at the ribs and took one. He tried it and his eyes widened.
“Oh my god,” Stefan awed.
“Really good, right,” Paul chuckled.
“Yeah,” Stefan said, “I could taste every spice, seasoning, and sauce… The rib itself taste like it was smoked for weeks. It’s incredible!”
“Thanks,” Paul said.
“You made this,” Stefan asked.
“Yep,” Paul smiled.
“Wow. It’s… I’m Stefan Salvatore,” Stefan said, after speeding to grab a napkin to clean his hands, “You are?”
“Paul Wesley,” Paul greeted, shaking his hand, “If you want I can tell you the recipe.”
“I would love that,” Stefan smiled.
Isaac looked around the room until he found Scott. He stayed in the corner of the room, silently. Finally, Sharman noticed him and walked over.
“Isaac,” Sharman asked, “It’s Isaac right?”
“Yeah,” Isaac said, straightening his back, “You are?”
“Daniel… Daniel Sharman,” Sharman greeted, “I hope I’m not intruding. I just wanted to sit with you and talk. If that’s alright with you of course.”
“I guess,” Isaac shrugged.
“I didn’t know if you were hungry or not either, but I grabbed some food for you as well,” Sharman said, handing the plate of food to Isaac.
Isaac glanced at it noticing it held quite a lot of food on it.
“This is a lot,” Isaac said.
“I remember Isaac Lahey had it quite rough,” Sharman said softly, “So I wanted to make sure you ate really well today.”
Isaac looked at Sharman.
“What all do you know about me,” Isaac asked in almost a whisper.
“Enough to know that you deserved better,” Sharman said sincerely, “You were young and didn’t deserve the pain you went through. I’m so sorry that you did. You’re brave and strong. I wish the best for you.”
Isaac felt his eyes sting a little as tears started forming.
“Thank you,” Isaac croaked, “That means a lot to me.”
Sharman smiled warmly and placed a gentle hand on Isaac’s back.
Mark was scanning the room, looking for Lucifer. He knew he had to be there but he couldn’t find him. Then again he knew Lucifer was capable of concealing himself as well.
“Looking for someone?”
Mark turned around and stared at Lucifer.
“Lucifer,” Mark said, “We meet again.”
“Last time we met I thought you were Nick,” Lucifer teased, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “So that doesn’t really count as us meeting each other entirely.”
They stared each other down for a minute. Then Mark broke into a grin first and Lucifer followed suit.
“It’s great to see you again,” Mark smiled.
“You as well, old friend,” Lucifer smiled, “How’re things been going with you? Life been okay lately?”
“Yeah. For the most part,” Mark shrugged, “But like always there are its ups and downs. What about you, Luci?”
They began conversating as if they’d been friends for a lifetime.
Castiel, Dean, Sam, Jared, Jensen, and Misha looked around the room at everyone talking peacefully.
“This went a lot better than I expected,” Castiel said.
“Seriously,” Dean said, “I thought a ton of people’s heads would already be on a stick or something.”
“Nah. We all talked to everyone multiple times before this meet,” Jared said, “They knew the dos and don’ts.”
“Thankful they did,” Sam sighed.
“Definitely agree with that,” Misha said, “That would’ve been horrific dealing with.”
“So the others decided to stay behind,” Jensen asked.
“Yeah,” Dean said, “Wanted to look out for things back home.”
“Hopefully they’ll show next time,” Jared said, “I really wanted to see how’d they interact with each other.”
“We’ll do it again in the future,” Sam said, “So we can bring rest to meet.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Misha smiled.