Disclaimer/Author's Note: I do not own any of these characters or this particular snippet. It's more of a recap of a moment between Damon and Elena from episode 18. I loved watching it and thought it would be fun to read and write in what might be going on in her mind...

Update: I had so much fun writing this that I decided to write some more. I'll do my best to make most of them original but I'll warn you now that some will probably still come from the show because there are a few moments that are too juicy to not write in the details! Enjoy!

A Rose at the Bar

Elena watched as Stefan quickly gulped down another glass of scotch before heading back to the dance floor. She wrinkled her brow and looked away, scanning the crowd around her. Spotting Damon at the bar, she made her way over to him.

As she reached him, she heard Damon order, "Bourbon. Thank you." His voice was smooth as glass, oozing with confidence and suavity.

Elena sighed. "Have you noticed what your brother has been up to?" she asked, leaning on the bar counter next to him.

"Nope. I've been too preoccupied with yours," replied Damon. Elena looked at him, wrinkling her brow again, clearly confused.

"Jeremy's been asking questions about Vicky Donovan's death," he stated, dissatisfied.

"He knows that her death was ruled an overdose," Elena replied popping another peanut into her mouth.

"Really," Damon sarcastically answered. His faced changed into an expression of false concern as he continued speaking, clearly imitating Jeremy's questions. "Oh! But Sheriff! Someone buried her. Who would do that?!"

Damon continued, waving his hand in the air as Elena looked away, picking at the bar snacks in front of her. "Oh I know! I know!" he raised his eyebrows, his voice getting higher, half whispering as he spoke. "Me!" His tone was urgent for only a moment before he matter-of-factly offered a solution to the problem. "I mean I could compel him but he's wearing vervain."

Elena quickly turned to look at the blue-eyed vampire next to her, raising a finger. "No. I don't want you to compel him."

Damon looked down at her seriously. "Yeah but if he keeps asking questions..." he trailed off, raising one eyebrow and the corner of his mouth.

"Damon, no. I'm serious." Damon turned away from her, pressing his lips together in submission. "I'm not going to do that to him again. I'll handle it," Elena insisted. She turned her head away from him, chewing the peanuts she had in her hand. She didn't see him reach for the flower arrangement on the counter beside him.

Damon sighed, fiddling with the red rose he pulled out of the bouquet. "Okay," he said, sniffing the rose before holding it in front of Elena's gaze, catching her attention. She looked down at the rose. Elena glanced to the side at Damon finding his face only a few inches away. She could feel her heart stutter in surprise but kept it hidden from her face. Elena looked at him her mind racing at how close he was to her. It lasted only for an instant but it seemed longer as she traced the lines of his sharp nose with her eyes before taking in the clear blue of his.

Damon held the rose up to her. "Don't say I didn't warn you." His tone was serious. Elena looked away briefly and hesitantly took the rose. When she looked back at him, he was still staring, his eyebrow raised. There was no smirk in his expression; no hint of humour. Damon was concerned. Elena looked back at him, not changing her own expression. He got quickly looked down at the rose and left, disappearing into the crowd around them and leaving Elena with her thoughts at the bar.

Thoughts? Writing tips? Love it? Hate it? I know its not anything new but its interesting to guess what could be going on in Elena's mind.