A pair of prison officers marched along the cat-walk on the middle floor of the building. Marching rather like soldiers, than prison officers to the end of the corridor. Towards the cell containing the worst reckless driver in the world. He was both a nightmare and a legend.

Every police officer dreamed to be the one who banged him up. Whoever caught him were in for a promising retirement. The driver - chauffeur, as the man himself prefered - was a rascel to catch. With his luck, and tallents on the road. But also because he had allies in the form of truck drivers.

It was always certain that whatever job - which was mostly a delivery or some kind of bet - he did. There'd always be a police car on his tail. The truck drivers were always happy to lend a hand when he was close to being cornered. He was the real life Bandit. Although, he often wished he was the Snowman, in a big truck. Being a gient of the road, rather than a tiny bug.

Inside a male figure lay lazily on the top bunk, a battered copy of the Sun folded in his hands. His long legs crossed over each other. The cell around him was small, dusty
and dark. Bared windows denied his possible escape. A fist bounded on the door before a voice called out "Salvatore!"

The newspaper thrusted to the male's lap in frustration, revealing a handsome pale skinned blonde, who's blue orbs shined with slight anger. Not particularly relishing in the fact he was being disturbed. The Sun was disregarded on the bed before he rolled on to his feet.

A scowl on his face. He lifted his head. The door opened. Two very unhappy coppers stood with glares. One of them spoke, telling him that his bail had been payed. Before they ecsorted him out of his miserable cell.

Matthew sat in the waiting area of the station. After handing Rebekah back to her brother. He'd decided to take a break from Mystic Falls. And following much thought, he had decided that he was going to make the situation easier for himself. As a total, there were three scoundrels that he needed to keep his eye on. So, he figured he'd gather them all in the same place.

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Damon didn't feel as confident as his body protrayed. His big brother had vanished - he wasn't sure whether it was a good thing or not. Or that Klaus hadn't kiddnapped him because they kept Rebekah from him. To add to his pile of doubts was: Elijah. The middle Salvatore brother wasn't sure if undaggering the suited original was a good idea or not.

Stefan glanced at his brother, who was visibly twitching. He raised a brow "Scared?"

Damon's features iced up. He threw a glare at his little brother before knocking on the door "I'm just wondering where our brother is."

Stefan snorted, nodding slightly "Oh, you know our brother, Damon. Matthew doesn't care about us. Who needs him, anyway? He's more stuck up then Elijah."

"Oh," Damon sneered, sending the brunette a glower that rivaled their brother's "on the contrary. Matthew, isn't stuck up. He's got manners, unlike me, and certainly unlike you. He's formal, but dangerous. Just wait until he comes back."

"If he comes back." Stefan remarked.

Damon went to send another remark but was prevented from doing so by Elijah himself. The original called after his brother over his shoulder, before allowing the brothers to enter. Damon sighed tempertously, wishing his older brother was with him. As much as a killjoy he was, he kept order.

Elijah narrowed his eyes, observing the Salvatores' behaviour carefully. There was conflict between them. More than what was there, when he was originally undaggered. Klaus joined the trio, smirking brightly. Although, he was disappointed that he was only receiving two Salvatores and not three. What a dinner they were going to have.

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The tall blonde's grip on the strings of the bag tightened at the sight of the raven haired vampire sat in the waiting area. His breath stilled, as his body shoke with slight fear. Guilt and fear tugged at his heart as his feet took him closer and closer to the older vampire.

On the other hand. The blonde was overjoyed. But scared. Scared that he was dreaming. That if he blinked, the vampire would vanish. And for how disappointed the vampire would be. He gulped when the vampire turned his head. Before smoothly raising to his feet and began to advance towards him.

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Damon found he wanted his big brother more than anything in the present moment. The dinner party had been civil to a point. There was no overal physical harm until Stefan decided to speak out of turn. And be a snarky little pain in the arse.

Damon just wanted his brother. Matthew would have put Stefan in his place. Hell. If Matthew was with them the spat wouldn't have even have happened. Klaus held Stefan's hand in the fire as he addressed Damon.

"Where is my favourite Salvatore, tonight?" He smirked brightly, earning a glare from the icy eyed vampire. Elijah narrowed his brows in confusion. There was another? "This would be easier, if he was here, to keep you two in line. Now, bring me my coffins before I burn him alive."

"I'll get it." Damon muttered, before exiting. He knew there was nothing he could do. He just wanted his brother.

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"Hey, Matthew." The blonde greeted, nervously. Keeping eye contact with his elder confidently. Matthew stared unblinkingly at the man before him, for a long minute. He turned for the exit. The blonde glanced at the floor breifly, licking his lips before following.

The pair wordlessly got into the Salvatore's car. Matthew - who ignored the eyes of his companion - steered the car on to the road. A mixed silence hung between the men. For the blonde, it felt heavy. He felt as if he had made a confession, and was waiting for the judgement of god. The ravenette simply ignored it. Or tried to.

"What were you thinking?" Matthew demanded, barely glancing at the blonde beside him.

"I was just having fun." The blonde defended fiercely, his nervous feelings gone in a flash.

"Fun?" Matthew repeated in disbelif, send a pointed glare towards the man next to him "Christ Sid! You could have been killed."

"Temporarily!" Sid reminded him as if he were forgetful. He looked at his father with slight disappointment "I like racing. I wanted to give it another go. You like it too, dad."

"Racing on a track is one thing." Matthew growled "Racing on a public road where plod are likely to be is another. It's not the 90s anymore, Sidney."

"I know. I know." Sid nodded "There's more police around. It's just...I just..." Matthew turned his head, looking at his son, who looked up. Meeting his eyes, pouting "Missed my dad."

Matthew wordlessly held his gaze before turning to the road. Sid stared at him for a second before sighing. Slouching back into his seat with defeat. Eyes drifting to the road. Staring aimlessly before throwing a curious glance at the elder Salvatore "Where are we going?"

"The boarding house."

Sid's brows knited together as his eyes narrowed, the gears in his head turned. He looked at his father as if he'd grown another head "We're going to Mystic Falls? Why? I thought you despised that place."

"I do. But I have business there. And despite what you believe, I missed you too, Sidney. Afterall," Matthew smiled, looking over at Sid amused "I thought you wanted to meet your uncles?"

"Uncle Damon, yeah." Sid nodded "Stefan always sounded boring."

Matthew chuckled as he looked towards the road once more "We're all inclined to agree with you there. Maybe not Stefan's friends."

"Uncle Stefan has friends?" Sid questioned with a raised brow, not believing his father who chuckled.