I swear to God this is based on a dream I had (the first part was); it's only a one-shot because it's an AU/Alternate Chapter to Stop and Stare, but it may turn into a two-shot. I had it last night and all today I've been thinking about it so I have to write it now or I will go crazy. I woke up after I had it with a lump in my throat; I really wanted to cry afterwards so it must be a good idea.

Here we go; it's basically a continuation of Chapter 2, 'Finding Out', ignoring all the other chapters. By the name of the story I think you'll get the idea of what is going to happen.

I don't own TVD

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Stefan drove me home, and spent the night in my room. We kept quiet whenever we spoke of the baby, I was glad he'd accepted it. I was leaning against his chest, our hands on my stomach, "What would you want, a boy or a girl?" He asked.

"It's a bit early for that, isn't it?"

"Not really." He smiled.

"Uh... a girl I guess, what about you?" I asked.

"I wouldn't mind either way, a daughter would be lovely but a boy would be better," He smiled. "I could teach him football."

I chuckled, "Well if we do remind me never to leave him alone with Damon."

"Hmm you have a point there." He smiled.

"Well we have a long time." I sighed, looking at him with adoration.

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"Any name ideas?" Stefan asked.

"First you're asking about whether I want a boy or a girl, and now its names?" I questioned with a smile.

He raised his hands in defence. "I'm curious."

I sighed, "Well in answer to your question… I honestly have no idea." I grinned as I sat up.

"Oh come you must some ideas?"

"I have an idea," His eyes lit up. "How about you think up some names whist I go to the bathroom?" I jumped off the bed, grinned and kissed him.

"I love you." He said.

"That's not a name." I joked, before he stuck his tongue out at me, making me giggle.

I went and locked my bathroom door, glancing in the mirror as I entered. My hands fell to my stomach. I smiled; my baby was underneath my very hands, our baby. It was so strange knowing there was a little life inside me, but I couldn't help but ask myself: was I cut out to be a mother?

"What about Ethan?" Stefan shouted through.

"Why Ethan?" I called back.

"Well for starters it's Hebrew."

"What about… Poppy?" I suggested, immediately falling in love with the idea of a daughter. My hands began stroking my flat stomach.

"My daughter is not being named after a flower."

"Well I like it." I grinned.

"You would." I heard him mutter.

I rolled my eyes and looked at my stomach. "What name do you like?" I said to my stomach, there was no kick which made me sigh, "Right, you can't kick yet." I chuckled at myself then sighed, "I just wish you'd do something to let me know you're in there." I rubbed my stomach again just as I felt a bad cramping sensation under my hand. "Ow, when I said something…" I felt it again. I looked in the mirror and saw a patch of blood forming on my jeans. Tears formed in my eyes and a few leaked from my eyes. I knew this was all too good to be true.

"Elena?" Stefan called.

I tried swallowing the tears but I couldn't, they just fell and fell. With my hands still on my stomach I left the bathroom.

"Hey," He smiled. "What's wrong?" He hadn't noticed or smelt the blood.

"I've lost him." I whispered.

His smiled vanished. "What?"

I didn't want to say it again, "I've lost the baby."

He stood up, that's when he saw the blood on my jeans. "Are you sure I mean you- How do you know?"

"I just know."

"We need to get you to a doctor." He was speaking fast now; his eyes were filling up as well.

"No." I whispered. He took me in his arms, I cried heavily into his chest. "We've lost him Stefan." I cried, gripping onto his shirt tightly.

"It's okay." His voice cracked, he was crying too.

"Our baby's dead!" I was hysterical now, my tears just wouldn't stop.

"I know." He whispered again.

"I'm a bad person." I whispered to Stefan, my voice was only able to manage a whisper now.

"No you're not." He whispered back, stroking my hair.

"I knew this was all too good to be true," I sobbed, repeating what I thought. "Damon said that vampires couldn't procreate, and then I get… pregnant, I just knew that it would…" I burst into tears again.

"We can get through this." He cupped my face. "I know we can, we're strong."

"We never even got to meet him; we never saw it on a scan or anything..." I sobbed.

"Elena," He caught my attention. His eyes were now leaking with tears now. "Things like this happen all the time."

"I know but…" I sat on my bed and cried again. I felt Stefan's arm slip around me, my head leant on his shoulder. "One minute he was there and next he wasn't." My voice was croaky now. I didn't care.

"Let's go to a doctor first." He whispered.

I nodded to let him help me up and down the stairs. We made it down, but I forgot Jenna and Jeremy were in the kitchen. "Where are you guys going?" Jenna asked.

"The hospital." Stefan answered without looking at them.

"Why what's happened?"

There was a silence, probably waiting for me to speak. But I couldn't. "She had a miscarriage." Stefan answered for me.

"A miscarriage? But… to have a miscarriage you need to be-" She realised. "Elena?"

"I was." Was all I was able to say.

"Oh my God." She whispered.

Stefan continued to help me to the car. The drive to the hospital was quiet; my hands were permanently on my stomach, which was now empty. When we arrived he helped me into the entrance. I sat down on a chair whilst he went to the reception.

"Can a doctor see my girlfriend please?" I heard him ask.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"She's had a… miscarriage." He said, that word stung to hear.

"Okay, I'll get someone to see you as soon as possible." Her voice was apologetic. Stefan was now at my side, his arm around me.

"You're going to be okay." He whispered, stroking my hair. My eyes stung now, they were still full of tears though.

Soon a doctor called us through. We entered the ultrasound room, my heart was pounding now. He told me to sit up on the ultrasound chair. I lifted my shirt to show my flat stomach. As he put the gel on my grip on Stefan's hand tightened. The doctor put the wand on my stomach and room went into instant silent. The machine beeped, but nothing else happened.

The doctor looked at us, "I'm sorry, there's no heartbeat." My eyes shut, tears falling as I did. "I'm so sorry."

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The next morning Stefan drove us home; Jenna and Jeremy were sat in the living room as we got in, along with Bonnie, Matt, Caroline and Damon. Damon stood up,

"Is it true?" He asked, even he had worry in his voice.

I couldn't answer, I just ran upstairs crying. The bedroom door slammed as I fell onto my bed, I began crying into a pillow.

The door opened again, "Elena," It was Stefan. He shut the door and I felt him sit on the bed beside me. His hand began stroking my back. "We'll get through this."

I turned over, "Eventually."

He laid down next to me, "We will do, I know we can… and when we're ready we can… try again."

"Try again?"

"If that's what you want."

"It is… I just can't help but think that what if that was our only chance."

"If it was our only chance, then we know that the baby we lost was… special and unique." He looked at me.

"It does." I said. "I miss him."

"Why do you keep saying 'him'?" He asked.

"I just had a feeling he was a boy." I answered. "...Mother's instinct." I said hesitantly.

"I love you." He whispered as he cupped my face again. His eyes were red raw, and judging by how much they stung so were mine.

"I love you, too." I answered, leaning in to kiss him.

Some lyrics I found for this:

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places
~Running Up That Hill, Placebo (I heard it on Vampire Diaries)

Do you want it to be a two-shot? I'm not making it a full story because... well, there's no point really. But if you review I'll probably make it a two-shot. After writing this, eveytime I see Stefan and Elena I burst into tears.

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