manof_myword | The world is full of zanies and fools / Who don't believe in sensible rules (For Jack & Hayley)

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The world is full of zanies and fools / Who don't believe in sensible rules (For Jack & Hayley)

The werewolf girl had left the party before Elijah got to confront her with what Rebekah had told him about the father of her child. He realized, then, that he had no idea how to find her, how to talk to her. All he had was her first name and that wasn't enough to look her up. He could hardly go knocking on the door of every "Hayley" in town.

That was when he remembered where Jack had gotten his information about Elijah's species. A werewolf girl. While there might well be another werewolf in town from their world who knew him, he found that a bit unlikely. Better the coincidence.

He could call, but this was too important to trust to a phone call, so he found himself at Jack's door, unexpected, and hoping he was home. Inexplicably nervous, he knocked, and really, really hoped Jack knew where to find the girl.

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"I'm not sure how much there is to say that could be useful, but you're doing better than I am, already," Elijah murmured to his bottle, taking a few more long swallows that would be truly impressive -- or deadly --if he were anything more than an Original.

Ric had had some time to get used to how much alcohol he needed to start to feel the effects of it, and it was a lot. He still looked a little concerned at the speed Elijah was putting it down, but only because he wasn't quite used to it, even in himself. "That's a good point.... How about more engaging and less cro-magnon....?" He wasn't emotionally involved. He was going to recover much faster and he knew it. All he was suffering from what total overwhelm.

"I can't remember the last time I lost my temper like that." Which was pretty impressive when you considered how much he'd done without that level of near losing control. Or chillingly terrifying. "I started out well..."

He just hasn't expected the complication of her sleeping with Jack or not wanting the child to be Klaus's with such vehemence.

Ric finally calmed himself down enough to move to the sofa and sit. It wasn't a sprawl, but more a perch, but he was at least not standing up. He was, however, keeping his bottle and working his way through it, with regular, deep, drinks. "As far as a loss of control goes, that wasn't bad.... At least you know, now, that she wants the baby."

Elijah was too wound to sit, even if he'd been invited. He didn't quite pace, but his customary stillness was certainly missing. He nodded a little, not going to argue that for him, that had been bad. He had standards if behavior for himself.

Then Ric's words sunk in, and he looked visibly shaken for a moment.

"...it never even occurred to me she might not..."

Ric had standards of behavior for himself, as well, and they were totally unreasonable. For other people, he was better. He'd been out of control, Elijah wasn't, therefore Elijah was fine, as far as Ric was concerned.

He watched Elijah, then lifted a shoulder and offered a faint, but still slightly strained, smile. "Luckily, I don't think it's really occurred to her, either."

"Good," Elijah said, taking a breath.

He needed to make sure it didn't. To keep her from doing anything so...undoable.

"...Don't even think about compelling her."

Elijah flashed him a look, one eyebrow arching a little at the...tone of the wording of that.

Ric caught the look, and the eyebrow, but didn't really respond to either. He took another drink, and looked back. "Do you think she'd take it well, if she ever found out? Or even suspected you might have?"

"If she and the baby were still alive, I can't say I'd really care much how she took it," Elijah said, alcohol sinking into his blood and making him almost brutally honest. "If she doesn't want it, we'll take care of it. She never has to see it again. If she does, we'll see she and the child want for nothing."

"Then maybe you should think about finding out what she actually does want and think about respecting that, instead of assuming. Like it or not, it's her baby and if you want something from her, including ...visitation rights, you'll get a whole lot further by respecting that. Or at least pretending like you're going to."

He didn't even know Hayley. The situation just... got under his skin. Or he'd started off irritated and with high emotions.

Elijah shot him an annoyed look, taking another long pull from the whiskey and moving from half pacing to prowling the room. Letting people do what they wanted when it wasn't what he wanted was not his strong suit. He might not try to destroy a village for not getting his way, but he was every bit as used to getting it as his siblings.

"That requires getting her to have a civilized conversation."

There was something a bit heady about not needing to worry about his physical safety or mental integrity when dealing with Elijah. Not that it had stopped him in the past, and it wasn't so much that he felt he was anyone's 'equal', but he'd found some benefit in being Esther's creation, at least.

"Does it...? Okay, then. I think that requires you play nice and pretend to be prepared to respect whatever she does.... You can always make kidnapping plans, or just compel the hell out of her later." He didn't mean that, actually, but if it calmed Elijah down in the short term, he'd take it.

Elijah doubted he meant it, and his look said that, but...Ric had a very good point and it wasn't like he could stop him if Elijah decided such measures were necessary. Ric might be able to withstand a lot more now, but there were still two of them, with Rebekah, both aimed at keeping that baby safe.

"I'm not going to take her child away from her if she wants it," was all he said, though. "I would never do that to a mother, unless she was abusing it somehow."

"Sounds like the start of a civil conversation...." He was just a little bit pointed about that, and almost smiling.

Ric wasn't much of a threat to the baby, regardless of who the father was. Hayley didn't know that, of course, or even Elijah, really, but Ric wasn't that person. As for ways of getting him out of the way: yes, absolutely. But killing him would prove rather challenging, unless Elijah found a way to send him home -so far as Ric knew- and that was really not a feeling he minded.

Elijah didn't want to kill him. He'd never wanted to kill him, honestly, and not just for Elena. His plan had been to save them both, and he'd come here grieving the fact that it had failed.

"I suppose it's a place to start, yes. Once she's willing to admit the child is...probably...Niklaus's."

"I don't think she would have been so hysterical, if she weren't at least entertaining the possibility and accepting the probability." It was stating the obvious, as far as Ric was concerned, but it seemed like it was something that Elijah very much needed to be reminded of.

"Hysteria wasn't exactly the reaction I was expecting," Elijah muttered, before finishing the bottle.

"It's been a long time since you've really had to deal with people you aren't related to, hasn't it?" It was gentle enough, as he got up and went to take the bottle from Elijah and toss it into the bin. "You want another drink, or has the edge been knocked off?"

Elijah frowned a bit and then shrugged. "On a repeated basis...I suppose it has been."

And they'd seen how well he dealt, in general, back in Mystic Falls.

He glanced at the bottle, watched Ric take it, then considered. "Is there more?"

"The cabinet above the refrigerator; help yourself." He went back to his bottle, that was only a bit more than half gone, and sat down with it again. "Just don't get completely drunk."

Elijah moved to the kitchen and got another bottle down, though he gave him an almost amused look. "Worried about what happens if I do?"

"A little," he admitted, and took another more cautious drink from his bottle. "More worried about what happens when you sober up."

Elijah arched an eyebrow at him. "What do you think happens when I sober up?"

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