A/N: Hey all! Here are some fragments from scenes I was too lazy to write properly! Pairings include: Caroline/Klaus, Rebekah/Elena, Elijah/Elena, Klaus/Stefan, Matt/Jeremy, Damon/Alaric.

3X15

"I dare you," Klaus says, and Caroline can't help but feel a pleasant little shock of excitement, even though she knows he might be playing her. Because hey, she's playing him too.

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"Spare me your pity, Elena," Rebekah says. "We're not girlfriends."

"Oh, so that's what this is about?" Elena doesn't quite know what's come over her, but suddenly, standing there in her gasoline-soaked coat, she feels like she's in control. She watches Rebekah's lip twitch and puts one hand on her hip. "I've seen the way you look at me. I see what you did to your hair today. It can only mean one thing: You want me."

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And Elijah thinks: They are the same, he and Elena. Always sacrificing, usually strong. Never the winners for long.

3X20

"We are strange bedfellows, you and I. You know, all this reminds me of the time we spent together in the twenties." Klaus pauses, smiles that infuriating smile, steps too close. "You remember, the time when we were actually sharing a bed."

Stefan remembers.

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One shot, two, then things start to get blurry. But then, maybe it's just the tears. Jeremy starts first but Matt's not long after, and it's not long after that that Matt comes out from behind the bar and Jeremy slides off the stool and then they're crouched there, cramped and uncomfortable and holding each other.

And Jeremy thinks: We're the last two humans left. They'll have to procreate to save the species. Except that's not how it works. That's not at all how it works.

None of this is how it was supposed to work at all.

So he fists his hands tighter in Matt's shirtfront, presses their bodies and their mouths together and feels like the end of the world.

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The last moments with Alaric, they're all about jokes and drinks and killing each other, and it's that how it's always been, really? Jokes and drinks and slowly dying, the both of them?

Fuck, Damon's drunk, he realizes.

But he's never felt more sober than when Rick starts to shake, teeth chattering and sweat at his temples. Damon reaches over and wraps his arms around Rick's chest, pulls Rick down till he's lying half across Damon, and presses his mouth to those temples: first the left and then the right.

Then he sits, chin pressed hard against the top of Rick's head, arms tighter and tighter as Rick's defenses go down one by one.

He feels Alaric's heart stop.

Then Damon lets go. Then Damon smashes the bottle. And then Damon cries.