A/N: This is it guys! The FINAL part to the "One and Only" Series! Since so many of you asked for me to write this story, I decided that I would give it a try. Everyone is ALL HUMAN and it is totally AU. Now, Afire Love starts 6 years later from where "Begin Again" left off and the main parts of this story follow the lives of Sam & Olivia Salvatore, Hannah Lockwood, Abrielle Mikaelson, Zach Salvatore (Bonnie & Damon's son) and Aiden Salvatore as young adults. This story will have appearances from Stefan & Elena, Damon & Bonnie, Caroline & Tyler and Lexi & Kol. But, for the most part it will be about the lives of their children.

Sam and Olivia are 24 years old in this story. Abrielle, Hannah, Zach and Aiden are all 18 and 19 years old.

I hope you all enjoy it and come to love it as much as you guys did Before You Were Mine, One and Only and Begin Again.

Thanks so much for reading!

Afire Love- Prologue-

Six years later...

Olivia

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven.

Six. Five. Four.

Three. Two.

One…

Closing my eyes, I breathe in deep before I get to one. I wasn't supposed to be coming back, not for this. I was actually supposed to be enjoying my life in Los Angeles and my last year of college at UCLA as a journalist major. That was until I got the call about him, again. My brother, my twin was in a really bad work related accident. So, here I am. Back in New York City, my hometown. The place that I've tried so hard to forget and leave behind.

"Sam! Samuel!" I scream out my brother's name, rushing into the locker rooms and pushing past some of the guys at the firehouse. The same firehouse that holds memories of my childhood as if they're seeped into the walls of this old brick building. The firehouse that was a staple in our lives while growing up because my father was one of them. A brave New York City firemen named Stefan Salvatore. My father's a legend throughout these halls. It hasn't changed a bit, still the same old smell of fire and a tomato stew that aunt Bonnie used to make us whenever we'd come to visit uncle Damon or my dad when they'd be here over the long haul, usually more than four days.

"He's not here, Liva." A familiar voice calms my fears as I turn around and I'm met with dark blue eyes and a charming smile. "Uncle Damon!" I breath out, running over to him and hugging him tightly as I cling onto my dad's brother and allow the tears to fall against his white crisp t-shirt. He still looks the same, handsome as ever. But, just like my parents and everyone else, uncle Damon's age is starting to show with a few gray hairs spreading across his black locks.

"Please, tell me that he's okay. Please." I beg. Truth is, when I moved out to California, six years ago to start my new life. I never thought that I'd be coming back here because my brother would be in a terrible accident because of his job. Although, growing up a fireman's daughter and the sister of one, I should have known. At the young age of 24 years old, my brother has made a name for himself very quickly within the halls of the same firehouse that my uncles and my father used to roam. Firehouse 17.

"He's got a few burns. But, for the most part, he's fine. Now, your parents are on their way to the hospital at the moment and so, I told them that you'd be there soon too." Damon tells me as I nod my head and exhale deeply, taking a seat on one of the benches in the locker room. My mind is reeling back to all the memories I have of when my mom would come here, writing in her journal that every single time her heart would pound faster and faster each time she'd walk into the building while praying that the man she loved more than anyone was okay.

"I'm going to have one of the guys take you to see him." He explains to me as I rub my face with my hands and nod. I don't really have a choice since I'm unaware of the hospital that my brothers in and I know that it's probably better for one of my twin brother's colleagues to take me there. A few minutes' pass by as I wait in the locker room before Uncle Damon appears with a young blonde haired and blue eyed young man. He's buff and clearly works out. He also seems really arrogant with the way he instantly looks at me with a cocky looking smile on his face as he looks me up and down, licking his lips.

Ignoring him, I brush a few strands of my hair away from my face as he smirks at me. "Hello gorgeous." He comments, his blue eyes sparkling as I roll my eyes and scoff, still extending out my hand to introduce myself.

"Well, of course he'd find some random Casanova to take me to see Sam." I comment under my breath as the guy chuckles and lifts his eyebrows at me, waiting impatiently as his hand lingers in front of mine and I shake it lightly.

"Olivia Salvatore. In case you didn't realize, my father's name is in the hallways of this firehouse and my two uncles, Fire Chief Tyler Lockwood and your Battalion Chief, Damon Salvatore have their names on office doors in this station. So, I suggest you save the 'hello gorgeous.' For someone else that might need impressing." I watch his face turn from pale to red quickly as Damon walks up behind him and laughs a little, patting him on the shoulder.

"This one's a feisty little thing. Isn't she, chief?" He asks.

Uncle Damon smiles a little, glaring at me, almost as if he's telling me to behave myself while he adds in. "Sure is. She takes after her mother, Elena." Pivoting on his heels, Damon releases his shoulder as I shake my head and watch the young man lick his bottom lip again.

"Oliver Lawson. I'm a fireman and a paramedic. I work with your brother, Sam Salvatore. So, Olivia…." He pauses, patting me on the shoulder as I hear the keys in his hands jingle and he takes a few steps in front of me before he states for a bit of sting. "I'm his best friend behind these legendary firehouse walls that your uncles and father used to roam around in. So, I am very well aware of who you are. Now, let's go princess."

His eyes follow mine as I slide into the seat of his red F150 pickup truck and he turns on the radio to some god awful country music.

"I grew up on a farm in Montana, you know. My whole family are generations of farmers, ranch hands and competitive horseback riders." He comments as I look out the window, noticing how much has changed the last time that I was in town for Christmas, three years earlier.

"Sam says that you haven't been back here in three years. He also said you took a year or two off to work before you started school at UCLA. So, what happened? Family feud?" He asks as I nervously play with the ring that's attached to a golden chain around my neck. "Farm boy. Hm…That's interesting. It might explain your lack of manners. But, no. It wasn't a family feud."

"Ouch." Oliver says, acting hurt as I turn to notice that his hand is on his heart and I roll my eyes at him.

"I met a guy, I fell in love and I've been too busy with my studies to come back home for every family event. Honestly, I've been enjoying my life in Los Angeles a lot more than here." He hears me say as I glance up at him briefly and our eyes meet. I can't stand the arrogant look in his eyes as he smiles at me and then looks out towards the road again, the country music blaring loudly in the background- driving me a little crazy.

"Why aren't you a cowboy? What made you decide to fight fires?" I ask him, trying to make small talk and avoid the awkward silence as I speak loudly over the music that he's so insistent that we listen to.

"Your father did." He says, turning down the radio and giving me a sudden warm smile as his blue eyes glisten and his facial expression changes from silly to serious.

"Please tell me that you aren't another one of those guys at the firehouse who became obsessed with my father's story of bravery and heroism." I tell him, watching him shake his head as Oliver turns into the parking lot of the hospital and glances around for a parking spot.

"I think that your father is a fascinating man and my heart broke for what happened to him. I mean, your childhood with him was pretty much taken away by those two criminals that kidnapped him. His story made national headlines and it captivated a nation. However, it wasn't really your father's story or him at all that made me want to be a fireman. It was your brother. I met him at a diner, one that isn't too far from the fire station and I got to talking with him. At first, I had no idea who he was. Until, he pointed up at picture on the diner's wall and began telling me the story behind it. How this diner, named Rosie's had to be rebuilt after a fire that killed your mother's friends. He told me all about everyone in that picture, mostly about your parents and their undying love for one another. He also said that all he ever wanted to do was save people's lives like his dad and his uncles have done for years. Then he explained that they were firemen." Olivier turns the ignition of the car off as he twirls the keys in his hands and glances over at me with a smile. "Since then, I joined him and your brother and I have become really close friends at the station. I'd give my life for him."

I'm speechless, sitting there even more awkwardly than before as he opens the driver's side door and then I hear him close it as he walks over to my side and opens the passenger's side. "I know that we started off on the wrong foot entirely. But, hopefully I can make it up to you." He says as I jump out of the car and slam the door behind me, leaning against it while watching him walk towards the Emergency Room building.

"So, what? Are you saying we should be friends?" He asks as I smile at him, the first real smile since I was introduced to him, a few hours earlier.

"Sounds good enough to me." He comments, pointing out the smile on my face. "Is that real or fake?"

Confusion spreads across my lips as he sees it in my eyes too. "What's real or fake? The engagement ring?" I ask, causing him to give me an even more perplexed look as he repeats the words. "Engagement ring?"

"You're engaged?" He asks sounding surprised, watching me nod as I notice the spark in his eyes quickly seem to die.

"I meant the smile on your face. The real one you seemed to give me just now." He suddenly retreats, taking a step back from me even further.

"Oh, that." I laugh, tilting my head to the side as I play with the ring on the chain around my neck again.

"Yeah." Oliver says, waving me along as he starts walking in front of me without mentioning my ring or the new information that he's just learned. "I think you and I will be good friends, Olivia." He states, allowing me to walk in front of him as I glance back at him, getting a little lost in the ocean blue color of his eyes before I say softly. "Yea, I guess we will be. Olivier, I guess we will be."

Sam

"How could he have been so stupid!" I overhear my mother complain as my dad holds her back, inhaling sharply. "Elena, he's alive and he wasn't stupid. He was doing what he was trained to do!" He tells her, allowing her to lean against his shoulder as she wraps her arms around him, softly whispering that she's just pissed off because I got myself injured, again.

"Sam," My dad calls my name in a small voice, running his hands through his thinning gray hair. He retired just a year ago from the firehouse and now spends his days traveling to places that my mom had always wanted to visit when they were younger. My injury had cut their vacation to Paris short by a few days.

"Let me guess, mom's just mad because she hasn't seen the Eiffel Tower yet." Jokingly I cough out as my mother gives me a stern look, smacking my shoulder that isn't wrapped up in a bandage from my burns. "You're lucky that your good shoulder." She comments, shaking her head at me.

"Paris isn't as important as my son! Now, my little smart ass. I want you to call your sister and tell her to come out he-." The door opening to my hospital room cuts my mom's lecture off as Olivia bursts in and charges towards me, she completely ignores my parents as she lays half of her upper body over mine and says how thankful she is that I'm alive and well.

"You are a fucking idiot, Sam!" She stammers out, adjusting her gray colored t-shirt and pushing her dark brown chocolate covered hair back behind her ears as she turns around to greet our parents with her beaming brown gaze.

"Mom. Dad. Hi." She says with a sweet smile, my parents embrace her tightly and kiss her cheeks as I glance over my sister's shoulder and hear a laugh escape out from behind my family.

"You scared the shit of your sister, man!" Oliver exclaims, nodding at my father and my mother as we watch them exit the room with Olivia and leave myself and Oliver alone for a little while.

"She looks fine to me." I comment, watching Oliver take seat beside my bedside while glancing over the white dressings of my bandages. "You never told me how hot she was." He winks, leaning in and whispering it as I pat his shoulder, inhaling deeply in pain.

"Olivier, she's engaged. To a very nice young man named James Miller, his parents are fairly wealthy and my parents couldn't be happier for her. So, she's off limits." I tell him, watching as he leans back into his seat, playing around with the toothpick in his mouth. "I know, she mentioned it a little bit ago. He might be rich bro. But, that engagement ring looks like it was bought at a Walmart." He teases, giving me his usual cocky attitude as he whistles out.

"Nothing has ever been off limits to me, Sam. You know that." Oliver adds in, his blue eyes shining as I lean forward and grab his arm, digging my nails into his skin to get my point across. "Well, my sister is. Oliver, go find another play thing to occupy your time with. Because, Olivia isn't it." My warning tone makes him smile as he gets up from his seat and pushes the chair back, shrugging his shoulders. "Relax, little brother. I'm not saying I want to sleep with her. I just think it would fascinating to get to know her while she's in town for a bit until you recover. I mean, the girl looks like she could use some fun."

"Oliver!" I shout out at him, glaring at him while he walks over to the door of my hospital room as he glances over his shoulder with a smirk just as he says. "I'm not going to do anything stupid, Sam. I'm just going to keep her company if she needs it." He winks, leaving the room without another word and leaving me regretting ever allowing my best friend to get anywhere near Olivia.

Leaning back, I close my eyes as my left hand finally unclutches the locket that I'd been holding onto for the last three hours. I didn't want the nurses or doctors to take it away from me when I was wheeled in here, so I hid it the best I could. I carefully open it up and smile at the picture inside of it. The image of her green eyes and red hair still make my heart beat a bit faster as I stare down at it and I feel the tears returning to my face. It's been three years since she's been gone and I'm still struggling to accept it. "I miss you so much babe. I wish you were here with me." I comment quietly as the tears trickle down my face and I slowly turn to the side, the memories of her flooding my mind. My sweet, young and beautiful Bailey Salvatore…..My dead wife.

A/N: So, what do you all think...Should I continue?