AN: What if Damon couldn't let Stefan go in the midseason finale? I love writing about the Salvatore brothers and their relationship. And the latest episodes have given me tons of inspiration. Please review.
Damon's POV
"I had him, Elena. I had Klaus; this could have all been over." I yell to Elena, "Stefan's gone and he's not coming back." I whisper. Not wanting to believe it. For the first time ever my little brother is really gone, and I don't know how to accept it.
"Then we'll let him go." Elena says, putting her hands on my face forcing me to look her in the eyes. Elena may be able to let him go, but I can't. I'm his big brother it's my job to make sure he is alright. And the only reason he's in this mess is because of me.
So I slowly take Elena's hands in mine and look in her eyes and say, "I can't. Elena, I can't let him go. He's my brother. He might be a jackass with no feelings, but he's my brother. He'll always be my brother, and I have to find him. Even Ripper Stefan wouldn't save Klaus without another reason." I start pacing as tiny pieces start to fall into place, but I'm still missing the biggest one. Why?
"You said he saved Klaus, to get his freedom." Elena says.
"Yea, that's what he said, but it doesn't make sense. I mean when we killed Klaus he would free, so why did he save him." I reply grabbing bourbon.
"Maybe he's just loyal to Klaus, like a hybrid is." Elena says, but I can tell she doesn't believe that.
"No, Stefan hates Klaus. That's one thing caring Stefan and Ripper Stefan has in common. What's another thing? What's one thing that hasn't changed?" I ask myself, when it suddenly clicks. " Me."
"What?" Elena says, and I realize I was whispering.
"Me." I say louder, "Whatever Stefan's done recently has something to with saving me: trading himself for my cure, killing that hybrid in the mountains, and the whole thing with Michael ripping my heart out. I have to go." I say not even waiting for a complaint about me leaving, which I know I'm going to hear if I stay any longer. My mind is swarming with thoughts, most of them centering on what a noble idiot my brother is. I mean isn't the whole point of not caring, to not care if your older brother is going to die. I decide that my brother sucks at not caring but, I can't blame him. When I turned the switch off, I still cared about him and I turned it off willingly. Suddenly I'm in front of the house where the witches died, and I see my brother walking out.
"Stefan, why save Klaus?" I yell, running towards him pissed that he ruined our only chance to kill the son of a bitch.
"Damon, go home." He says.
"No, Stefan. Not until you answer the question. You owe me that." I say.
"I don't owe you anything, Damon." He says as he starts walking away. And now I'm even more pissed off. So I break a branch and shove into his stomach, I start twisting it knowing it'll hurt and with every turn I yell.
"Why?" After a couple times he said.
"For you. To save you." Even though I already knew that, it still shocked me to hear from him. "Damon, Klaus told the hybrids to kill you if he died. After you killed him, you'd die to. But, don't worry I'm getting Klaus back. He tore apart my family, now I'm doing the same to his." He said getting up.
"What do you mean?" I ask curious.
"He carries his family around in coffins, everywhere he goes. They're his one weakness, and I stole them." He says proud of himself.
"I want in." I say.
"Damon-' Stefan starts, but I interrupt.
"No. We're brothers and we finish Klaus together." I say.
"Brothers." Stefan repeats, and I know I'm in.