Disclaimer: This story is based on characters created by L.J. Smith, as portrayed in the TV series created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec. All rights to their respective owners. No copyright infringement intended.

Author's note: I can't stop writing stories! I was re-watching Gilmore Girls, season 5, Logan/Rory scenes, and I got an idea for a Delena story – nothing original, but I hope you'll enjoy it just the same : ) This is a VERY short first chapter…

LINE BY LINE

~ Introductions ~

Elena Gilbert was practically jumping from the excitement. It was her second year at the college newspaper and her editor, Elijah, had just given her the feature beat. She was just pitching her ideas to him when her eyes fell on a man in the doorway and she completely lost her train of thought. He had his arm wrapped around a busty blonde, who reluctantly left his side as he entered the newsroom.

"Damon Salvatore," Elijah greeted him. "Didn't expect you to show up this year."

"Well, what can I say, Elijah," he shrugged, "Daddy Dearest decided it was time I 'live up to my potential'," he said, using air quotes to emphasize how little he thought of his father's opinion.

"Sorry, I've already handed out the beats," Elijah said.

"Oh, that's fine. I'll share," he smirked, his blue eyes fixating on Elena.

The way he was looking her over sent chills down Elena's spine. She had heard of Damon Salvatore. He was notorious. Not to mention his family was one of the most influential families in the newspaper industry. Giuseppe Salvatore was feared among his competitors and revered by his subordinates. But from what she had heard about Damon, he was the black sheep of the family.

"I don't believe we've met," Damon flashed a brilliant smile at Elena, extending a hand. "I'm Damon."

"Elena," she shook his hand. She couldn't help noticing the spark of electricity that shot through her body as their skin touched.

"So what beat did you get?"

"Um… feature."

"Perfect!" Damon exclaimed. "We will make a great team."

"A… team?" Elena said, puzzled, looking to Elijah for back-up. He just shrugged.

"Don't worry," Damon whispered in her ear, "I'm just here for the byline. I won't interfere too much. In the writing department, at least," he added with a smirk.

Elena felt her cheeks burning as he walked back out of the newsroom and slung his arm around a petite redhead.