A/N: Kind of an alternative ending to 2x01. Damon bit his tongue and didn't ask any questions. D/K from Damon's POV. Slight D/E.

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Chapter 1 The Unsaid Truth

Sunlight was streaming through the curtains landing on Katherine's nude body. Damon ran his fingers from her shoulder down to her hip, taking in every detail of her olive skin. One kiss had been enough to fuck it all, to ignore the several lifetimes he had pointlessly fought for her and bury himself in her. His fingers played with the curls lying on her waist as he cursed himself for his lack of self-control. Her breathing became shallower and she shifted a little.

"You really aren't gonna let me sleep, are you?" she groaned as she grabbed a pillow and covered her face. She was there. The woman he had grown to love and hate equally was now by his side like he had dreamed for over a century. He nearly choked as he swallowed the three words that automatically came to his mouth like an old, bad, really, really bad habit. He wouldn't let them get out. She didn't deserve them. Unfortunately, that didn't make them go away.

"Enough with the sleeping," he protested as he threw her pillow across the room and crawled on top of her. He had avoided asking any questions he didn't want to hear the answer to and she didn't open Pandora's Box either. They were good at this. Pretending she loved him as much as he loved her. Pretending she hadn't ripped his heart out just to play with it for a while.

"Yeah, like we've had any of that! Not that I mind," she replied with a hand on his chest. "This improved version of you is pretty enjoyable, but I really need some sleep, Damon." He silenced her with one finger and she tried to push him away but he wouldn't let her.

"You have to earn your freedom, honey. You owe me big time," he whispered into her ear, making her shiver. They still had great chemistry, but sadly that was the only thing left. He chuckled as she pretended to fight him, but not putting any effort in it. He cupped her breast with one hand while he kissed her neck painfully slowly. A complaining moan escaped her lips when his teeth sank into her flesh. She wrapped her legs around him and shifted them both so that he was lying on his back. She leaned over but stopped when the sound of the front door opening reached her ears. Stefan and Elena. Talk about bad timing.

"Fuck," she groaned and got off the bed, looking for her clothes. "Fuck!" she cursed more loudly, staring at the rags that last night were her shirt and jeans. She opened a drawer and pulled out a black piece of clothing. "You won't miss this shirt, will you?" she said as she put the fabric over her head.

Damon took her by the waist and spoke into her neck, "This isn't over, Miss Katherine. Where can I find you?" Stefan wouldn't get much sleep if she stayed over. And he wasn't sure if he even wanted him to know about it.

"I'll call you," she replied. She turned and stopped him from complaining with a kiss. Of course she wouldn't tell him where she was staying. She had to be the one pulling the strings. But he wasn't the kid she had met in 1864 anymore. He may still be in love with her, but he wasn't that naïve anymore. There was a reason she was back in Mystic Falls and he would find out sooner or later.

She disappeared as Elena's panicked voice echoed through the house. "Damon!" He put some clothes on and blurred downstairs. She was staring wide-eyed at the nearly destroyed parlor. He remembered breaking a chair or two last night but he had obviously been more out of it than he thought. The floor was flooded with broken glass from the lamps and half the furniture had been heavily damaged.

"What the hell happened?" Stefan asked more irritated than surprised.

He took a deep breath and walked to his Scotch supply, which was miraculously intact. "Katherine came by last night," he explained. He'd stick to the truth as much as possible. He poured himself a drink and put his miserable face on. That would probably keep them from asking uncomfortable questions. He was a great actor, after all.

"Are you… ok?" Elena asked concerned. Their eyes met but he couldn't hold her gaze. An almost forgotten feeling emerged to the surface. Shame. His father had been the only one capable of making him feel ashamed. How did that little human girl manage to resuscitate feelings he thought he had left behind along with his humanity? That face would be the end of him. Now he was really feeling miserable.

"I'm fine," he muttered. "Any unwanted visits at the Gilberts'?" Stefan had spent the night with Elena in case Katherine showed up, but he couldn't tell him he had made sure she was busy all night. Since when did he hide anyway?

"No," answered Stefan. "What did Katherine say?" he demanded, either not buying or not caring about his half-true misery.

"We didn't talk much, as you can see," Damon replied pointing at the post-F4-tornado living room. He finished his drink and patted Stefan on the shoulder on his way upstairs. "You were right, Stef."

"About what?" his brother asked confused.

It hadn't been real. She may not have compelled his love, unlike Stefan's, but it hadn't been real either. She was just having fun. Could he really blame her? He had done the same thing more times than he could count… Great, now he was growing a conscience too. He just kept unlocking new levels of silliness.

"I'll call the cleaning lady," was the only answer Stefan received.