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It's been months since Tyler has seen Mystic Falls. He's been traveling from one city to the next, one state after another, trying to find other packs to warn them. Most of it is wild goose chases, being sent from one town to another and finding the packs he's looking for are gone, or moved, or no one has ever heard of them.

The gone ones are the worst, the most worrisome. Had they heard and they were hiding, or had he gotten to them and they fought? He used them and destroyed them? God he hopes not. It's all he can do though, is hope and do the best he can.

Northern California made him feel just about as far from home as he could get. He hadn't counted on ending up this far but he just kept driving from one state to the next and now he's here.

And he's facing a garage. Well then. He can work with that while he tastes things out. Parking the BMW out front, he heads inside, pausing in the dark to let his eyes acclimate.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

It was a slow day at the Perez & Camerino Auto & Detailing shop. Slow enough that only two of the crew were actually there that late afternoon. Ricky Camerino who was in the office working on some paperwork (that he'd pushed off long enough) and Les Morgan who was in the garage sanding and prepping a car to be painted while keeping a very good ear out for the phones and the door.

As far as packs went, their family kept their werewolf business as far down on the down low as they could possibly make it. They were well known in human circles because they held weekly races on their land but they tried to stay clear of any other packs or supernatural business.

Les heard the bell ring from the front and sat the sander down before making her way toward the front lobby. She tugged the gloves off as she walked through and took a look at the other man, sensing exactly what he was. "Can I help you," she asked, walking toward the desk and studying the man silently.

Standing inside the door longer than he needs as if he needs to adjust more, as if his eyes didn't catch up quickly but it lets him breathe, lets him assess the situation. Lets him scent out how many are there and what he's facing.

Anyone else would see a beautiful woman and be unaware of the man in the office. Of the beautiful werewolf before him. Well then. He wasn't led wrong.

"I'm sorry to bother you, I'm Tyler Lockwood," he says, getting out his wallet and pulling out a business card he had made for this purpose. He doesn't try and shake her hand, instead sliding the card over the counter towards her. It would show true information she could confirm about him. The human side of being a Lockwood. Not to mention if other packs had mentioned him.

"I've kind of been driving all over the country and now my car's giving me a weird knocking. I was hoping to have someone take a look at it?"

Les picked up the business card from the counter and studied it silently before raising her gaze back to this Tyler Lockwood. He was attractive but she was not going to even touch that one right now. It would only take a second before Ricky would come out of the office. Just as she thought, Les turned her attention to the hall that lead to the offices and the breakroom/locker room.

"Les, pull his car into one of the empty spots," Ricky Camerino said, walking into the lobby then around the desk. The moment the other werewolf stepped foot into the shop, he had scented the other wolf and shot off a quick text to Don, their alpha as a quick heads up. As beta, he could handle it but it wouldn't hurt. On the one hand, he was glad to get out of paperwork (again) but on the other hand, if a new werewolf was in the area and found them, then they had a different problem. He kept his gaze on the werewolf before glancing at Les.

Les handed over the business card. "Tyler Lockwood, Ricky Camerino... Ricky, this is Tyler," she said, though honestly, she didn't have to for Ricky's sake; he'd have heard the entire exchange anyway. She turned to the other wolf and held out a hand for his keys. "Keys?"

He knew the other wolf was there, but he acts normal, looking up as he came in even though a moment before he was watching the woman in front of him. Smiling though at that comment, sliding the key across the counter just as he had done the card. Making an effort not to touch her, not to get that close and risk either of them thinking he was making a dangerous move.

He knew what she would find on the seat. Paperwork about his travels. Information about Mystic Falls. Leaving openings so they would know why he was there, and things they could check on.

"Ricky, the pleasure is mine. I'm glad I found a place that might be able to help. Just as I hope I can help as well," he says, very carefully wording it. "And thank you for letting me interrupt. I promise, I'm not here to cause any trouble."

She picked up the keys and left them to it, walking into the garage and opening one of the bay doors. When she was a teenager, she'd have rolled her eyes at Ricky's reaction. Les knew that he'd have sent Don a text before even coming into the lobby so she would be curious if the older wolf came back down to the shop or if he let Ricky handle it. She slipped into the driver's seat of Tyler's car and took a look at the paperwork covering the passenger's seat.

Obviously he'd left it out for them to see and so she took a moment to review it before turning the car on and driving into one of the empty stalls then parking. Well, this was sure going to be interesting. She memorized the name Mystic Falls so they could do some research later. She turned the car off, popped the hood then started to give it a check over. Regardless if it was knocking or not, after driving across country, it could probably have a look over.

Ricky watched her go out of the corner of his eye, not wanting to take his eyes off the other wolf standing there. "What can we help you with, Tyler," he asked, knowing the car was only a front for likely a more serious issue. It was the first time in a long time that another wolf from another pack had found them or came to them.

Tyler knows the chances he's taking. Every time he goes into a new territory, every time he risks going face to face with another pack, he knows there a chance they will turn on him. He's likely to win, if only because he's a hybrid, but in the end it's a chance he has to take

For the sake of every pack he comes face to face with. They need the warning. So far it's been helpful to those packs and there's a chance he'll be able to help this one as well. He hopes.

"I swear, I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'm actually here to help. If you talk to Winston with the Appalachian group." Group not pack. He's being so careful. "He'll tell you I'm not here to hurt anyone." He doesn't question if Ricky is the one he's supposed to talk to or not. He's doing the best he can. "Have you ever heard of the Mikaelsons?"

While they tried their best to keep to themselves, it was no lie that Don and he kept in contact with pack leaders around the country. It was irresponsible not to. Without those connections, you were practically like sitting ducks and that did not go for either of them. Ricky nodded and made a note to give a call to Winston later to get some more information.

"We've heard of them," another male voice answered, stepping into the shop and pulling off his sun glasses. Don Perez knew he didn't have to be here and knew Ricky could handle it on his own but something in his gut told him this was important. "How about the three of us take this into one of the offices. I'm Don Perez," he said by way of introduction before motioning down the hallway that Ricky had just come out from a few minutes before. He glanced out into the garage spotting Les then glanced at Ricky.

Ricky nodded and walked to the door. "Hey, we're going into one of the offices. Shout if you need us." Not that it was exactly needed - the shouting that was.

"You got it," she said, looking over at him. "Once I'm done here, I have some research to do. I think we can close a bit early, don't you?"

"Yeah, I think so. We shouldn't be too long." With that he turned back around and walked around the counter and toward the hallway. "Don, this is Tyler Lockwood. He's acquaintances with Winston out east," he said. It was all very carefully worded although there was no doubt in his mind that all of them knew exactly what was going on here.

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In truth he's not at all surprised about the alpha of their pack showing up. He came in, made it obvious he was there by just walking into the place, and while he's sure the two there could have taken care of him on his own, it's smart that the alpha showed. More than that, except for the danger that he is now facing, he's glad for it. It means he'll only have to talk about this once.

Heading into the office, he glances back at Les, knowing she's going to hear it all, and so he puts his focus on the other two as they head into the office.

"Thank you for seeing me and not for throwing me out. I've done this about a half dozen times with a half dozen packs. I'm here to try and help you, but what I'm going to tell you is likely going to cause issues and maybe worry you about my motives. I'm here alone and I promise the only thing I want to do is try and help you to protect yourself."

He pauses, taking a breath before going on. "The Mikaelsons' are the original vampires. Their parents made them what they are, but they didn't know one thing. Their middle son was cursed, like my family is, like your families are. He became a hybrid of a vampire and a wolf. The first of them, but not the only ones. He's learned how to make more."

Ricky wasn't in the least bit surprised when Don showed up. While if something had happened, he and Les could have taken care of it, he was glad it wouldn't come to that. He closed the door of Don's office after they stepped inside and stood near Don behind the desk, watching Tyler. He didn't get the feeling that he would be on the attack. He could have done so earlier if that was his motivation.

Don made a mental note to reach out to other packs that they knew around to see if they've been approached by Tyler. He seemed truthful so far but they weren't exactly the most trustful of packs. It hadn't been exactly planned at the beginning but now that they were here, he couldn't see their lives being any different.

He was surprised that the other man was alone and didn't seem to be a part of another pack from what he could tell. When he spoke about the Mikaelsons and being original vampires... then a fucking hybrid, Don exhaled a breath. "Great," he drawled out, watching Tyler with a narrowed look. "So what is he doing? Going around and forcing packs to join him?" He really wanted to ask how this was their problem but if Tyler was going around warning other packs... he didn't want to throw that back in his face when it was good to have the warning and the help.

If they were around the other family and it wasn't so serious, Ricky would have made a comment about this not being good for the old man's blood pressure. Truthfully, Don was only a few months older than himself which was the beauty of it, really. But they weren't and he could make the quip later (where others would enjoy it as much as he would). Right now, it was more worrisome that this original vampire... hybrid was making a mess of things for other packs. "How did you get involved?"

There was no pack for Tyler. He'd come across this time and again, explaining that there was only just him in Mystic Falls, and that's for the best, he knows. It means Klaus has to work to try and get his hybrid army, and Tyler can do his best to cut him off. He only had a few pack names when he started, getting new one as he went. This one was the last of them on Klaus' list.

"Pretty much it, yeah. He's seeking to basically make his own pack of hybrids who are sirebound to him. He's already as powerful as a vampire can get in ways that the average vampire can't do. For one he can compel them," he says, revealing more about Original vampires for their sake. "With a pack to back him, he'll be untouchable."

But then there's that million dollar question. He stops, going silently for a moment because this answer could cause a lot more issues than a rogue wolf showing up.

"I was his first successful experiment,' he says, glancing between them. "I'm proof he can do it."

The moment Tyler admitted that he had been this Klaus' successful experiment, a crack sounded throughout the office due to Don's hands tightening on his chair. He felt Ricky's hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. Don growled low, though not directly toward Tyler but at the situation. "You're not connected to him now," he stated, not questioning because he was sure, if Tyler was connected to Klaus on some level, they'd smell it or sense it somehow. "How?"

Ricky didn't release until he felt a little of the tension leave Don's shoulders then walked toward the door of the office and locked it. The last thing they needed was Les to come in, knowing she'd be concerned considering what she likely heard. They'd talk later. "Tell us everything," Ricky said, walking back over to the desk.

He pulled out the bottom drawer of Don's desk, took out a bottle and three glasses. He raised an eyebrow at Tyler to see if he'd like a little of the tequila that was more for sipping than it was for shots.

Depending on what Tyler suggested or said, Don would lend their pack's protection to Tyler. But he couldn't, in good faith, just do that now without knowing everything that was in store for them. He took one of the glasses Ricky poured and took a healthy swallow.

None of this makes sense and yet it makes perfect sense. It's been years since Mal died, and yet how many lives had she touched? Is it possible that she somehow sent this woman to them here and now?

After discussion, they knew it wasn't safe to go together. If it was a set up, they could only afford to let one of them be captured and so Eames had convinced Arthur to stay with Peter in Northern California and he boarded a plane.

He'd chosen the bridge because it had crowds and it had all manners of egress and he knew it would mean he could get away. Even if it made it easier for someone to sneak up on him.

Checking into a hotel, he changed into the outfit he'd told this woman he'd be wearing, grabbed his copy of the Count that he'd had since Mal gave it to him, and headed for the bridge.

As far as places went for Piper, the Czech Republic didn't hold nearly as memories as other places did. It was nice to come to Prague and enjoy the history, the architecture and the art. That wasn't exactly the goal for this week. No, she was here because she was following up on a lead regarding a first edition book that would prove, if she was able to locate it, very useful.

That was tomorrow though. Today, she was meeting a close friend of Mal's. Mal in of herself, brought back a ton of memories for her and she was sure, or at the very least suspected, that it was even doubly so for the man she was supposed to meet.

Compared to the style of dress he had told her to look out for, Piper's outfit was a little less subdued but no less fashionable for Prague. When needs must, she figured (she had realized early on that sometimes it was useful to dress to impress), and wore some pressed slacks and a red silk top. She held her copy of the Count that Mal had also gifted her as she made her way down the bridge at the appointed time. She kept her eyes peeled for anyone matching the description he'd given her. Not only that but she was also keeping every sense alert for anything out of the ordinary. The last thing she wanted was a fight on a public bridge.

After a few minutes, she spotted the same book she held and the very paisley blazer. Piper made her way over to him. "Long live the Count, Hale," she said, though truthfully on guard for just about anything.

Prague held memories, though in this day and age, Eames feels everywhere holds memories. Some good, some bad. Some Seattle. All differing levels of memories, of emotions, of how bad things might be. From meeting Mal, meeting Arthur, to Inception, to Rose Red.

Prague fell somewhere between, though he and Arthur had one of their first jobs together here and he had fond memories of that.

It's those thoughts on his mind as he watches a woman in a red shirt come closer. He sees the book, staring at it. He tells himself anyone could have found out about the book, about Mal, but he doesn't believe that. She'd gotten the book from Mal.

What she wanted from Eames was another story.

"Long live the Count," he says, at least glad he's had time to get himself composed. "There's a cafe two blocks down with outdoor seating. Let me buy you a coffee?"

Of course he has plans to move from this sight now that he's seen her. He's not letting himself be caught here if she had planned an ambush.

Piper took a moment to assess the other man and sense if anything was awry. There was something there that she couldn't quite put her finger on. He didn't have any magical talents so to speak... yet?

But, there was potential.

Well, that was interesting.

She nodded at the comment about the café. "Perfect. But please, let me buy you a coffee. After all, I'm the one that reached out to you out of the blue like this," she said with a little smile. This conversation would be better to have sitting down anyway. Piper took a moment to wonder how much this man knew about Mal and what she had been able to do and if she was bringing unnecessary drama into his life.

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yeah all good text you later, tater

Well, that went better than he thought! Lucas sits back, laying his phone down on the hotel table and breathes a huge sigh of relief. He might not be in town too long, but he's determined to make the most of it, and hopefully for the time lost between them.

The next day and a half passes at a neck-breaking pace, as all overnight investigations tend to do. He barely has time to eek out another quick text or two, a few pictures from the building the team is looking into while giddy, nervous, energy builds. Since graduating high school their paths have diverged only to wind back together now.

hey what's a good place for coffee? you free soon? He shoots off the text as even approaches and promptly paces the hotel room while he waits for a reply.

To Tyler's credit, he didn't flinch at that sound. Even if he knew what it was. He's had chairs thrown at him, been blindsided the moment he said it, and ordered out immediately. He has managed every time to handle it, but this is easier than most. He's thankful for that.

Even if the growl sets his hackles on end and he lowers his gaze slightly but not his chin. He is not an alpha and yet he doesn't answer to one either. He is respectful though and tries to offer that. It works most times. He's healed from the times it didn't.

Tyler nods at the offer of alcohol, knowing he's going to need it. He doesn't move to pick it up though, not yet.

"It takes specific blood. That of a certain doppleganger line." He explains how Klaus does it in generals. Then he got specific. "He forced me to drink his blood and then snapped my neck. When I came to I was trying to turn so he forced my friends to find the blood needed to finish the transformation or let me die from the mixture of vampire blood and werewolf venom. Let me tell you now it's horrific and painful and I still remember every moment I fought against all my body was doing. And it wasn't the worst."

Because he knew that was another part of it as well. "It leaves you sirebonded to him. A deadly and dangerous army that will do whatever he wants. I spent weeks shifting back and forth off the full moon to break the bond until he couldn't control me. But he knows now it works, and he's looking to find a pack to turn them."

While Eames has embraced that the supernatural is real, it's not part of him as far as he knows. He just knows this is life now, and will believe it as much as he had faith in dreamsharing.

It's why he's accepting that maybe this was meant to be. Possible that Mal wanted him to meet this girl. He's not sure he trusts her but he truly does wonder.

Laughing though at her negotiating, spreading his arms wide and inclining his head. "Fine. You can buy me a coffee. They have a great pastry selection too."

He turns, heading that way and keeping a careful pace to let her keep up with him. "You come here often?"

If there was anything that was remaining at the forefront of her mind, it was that Mal wouldn't have put a spelled letter in a book and lead her astray. What she wasn't as sure about was how much to reveal to him about... well, the things that went bump in the night. Did he know? Was she really the one to tell him?

She felt a grin tug on her mouth at his response and nodded. "Good, I could use a pastry. I've always liked their pastries here," she said, walking along aside him. "No, not as often as other places. I really should return more."

And, if she were the old Piper, she'd definitely want to spend time here soaking up the language and learning everything she could about the Czech language. But if it were the old Piper, she'd have her friends here as well and she wouldn't be in this position. Perhaps one day when their mission was complete. But that was still a ways off and right now, she couldn't let things like that distract her.

"What about you?"

Les was glad that he was in town for a little bit and they'd get a chance to hang out again. She had missed her friend over the years. By the time their meeting time came up, she'd rolled her eyes at the teasing from Abby and the over protective comments from the guys at the shop - especially Don and Ricky.

"Alright, guys. I'm out. Heading home for a quick shower. I'll call you later," she called, heading out of the shop when she receives the text.

Yeah, I'm heading home to shower and then I'll be free. You know, I know it's a little further away but there's a great place called Roy's Station & Coffee and Tea in Japantown in San Jose.

They have great pastries. I can meet you at your hotel and we can drive out together?

Ricky poured Don another drink then one for himself and Tyler before setting the bottle down onto the desk. He listened closely as the hybrid spoke and once he was done, downed his drink in one. "Fuck."

Don watched Tyler closely and tried his hardest to keep his anger from getting the best of him. He agreed with Ricky's assessment at the end and exhaled. "So," he finally said after a moment of silence. "I assume, like all crazy and off the rails bastards like him, it's either join or death. How can I protect my pack." Because he would be damned if they joined this bastard. "By the way you spoke, you're here to help so there must be a way."

From the way Tyler spoke, Don felt for the young man. He'd gone through so much and that pain was unimaginable.

Maybe it's a petty use for her powers --okay, fine, it is-- but that's not going to stop her doing it. She wants to see the face of the bitch who had the nerve to buy up the very last stick of her favorite lipstick from Sephora. It's a very specific shade of Fuscia and it should have been Piper's!

She lady at the shop said it had only sold ten minutes or so ago, that's not even that far into the past. It will be easy to pick up the trail. She will hunt it down and steal it back!

Piper sits herself behind a tree in the nearby park. With her back up against the rough bark. It will appear to anyone passing by as if she's just taking a quick nap. But, though her eyes are closed, she is not sleeping.

With a whisper of will, her spirit steps out of her body and into the past. About nine minutes ago. She is still next to the tree, but her body is no longer visible. Time is playing out just as it did. Just as it must and will. Piper, unseen by all (or so she thinks) makes her way back to the Sephora.

She is immaterial, incorporeal. So, when she gets to the door of the shop, she doesn't even slow down. She keeps walking right through the closed doors as if she were a ghost.

Alessandra De Luca, or Piper Allison as she was once (and still) known as, couldn't remember the last time she'd actually been to Sephora. These days, it wasn't exactly a place she regularly frequented since the last thing she was really focused on was makeup or skincare. Still, she'd a little time to waste before she met a contact down the street about a particular grimoire she'd had her sights on.

Les was looking at the different perfume options when she could sense something that wasn't there before. She lifted her head from a bottle of Versace perfume when she noticed a young woman walking straight through the doors of Sephora. Not opening them, as you do, but straight through them like a ghost would. Only, she didn't sense this young woman was a ghost. She was much more focused than your normal spirit.

Well, that's fun.

She'd wait to see what the other girl did before making a move. Just because she had once been some sort of "chosen one" with Jordan, didn't mean she needed to make everyone's problems her own. Not when she had bigger fish to fry these days.

Les tucked a package of the perfume into her basket before drifting toward the makeup section, only looking and not intending to buy anything at all. Which lead her closer to the young woman who'd entered the store. She tried to get a sense of exactly what she was - perhaps some form of astral projection? It wouldn't be the first time she'd seen something like it - it has been a while though.

"You always hear about Parisian ones and people forget how could they can be in Prague, and in Russia," he says, thinking about the last time he was in St Petersburg he knows they were amazing, but he's not been back in a while.

"Since I've been here?" He pauses, thinking about it and how long it's really been. "I haven't been out this way in nearly five years. I miss it though."

Even if he's realizing they're heading into a historic district and he doesn't know what he's going to do if something approaches him.

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continuing from bakerstreet!

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googling places is my favorite thing. :)

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