AN: This will be a series of missing moments from the Isobel episodes in season 2 (2.16 "The House Guest" and 2.17 "Know Thy Enemy")- updates should be fairly fast! As always, I own nothing, though I wish I did.

Although Elena's message was short, her panic was obvious: it read, "Isabel's here. Jenna's freaked. Help." Stefan pulled on a jacket and raced out the door, not bothering to get his car; tonight was no night to see if the Mystic Falls police were laying traps for speeders besides trying to fight vampires.

He found Elena curled in a ball by Jenna's room, crying and trying to plead with Jenna through the door. By now her throat was hoarse and she was visibly trembling. Stefan quietly sat next to her and she instantly collapsed against him, clutching his shirt and tucking her head against his chest; he could hear Jenna crying and throwing things and his heart ached for both of them.

"I just... I'm trying to explain," she whispered and Stefan pulled her closer. "I don't know what to say, because there's no way I can tell her the truth because I'm pretty sure the truth would give her a heart attack and I cannot lose Jenna, I cannot."

Stefan murmured softly to her, whatever comforting things he could think of. Elena began to sob loudly, hiccuping and gasping for breath, and Stefan quickly carried her to her bedroom.

"Elena, love, breath," he held her face and stared at her. "Breath, love, in and out," he instructed over and over while Elena continued to hyperventilate.

Eventually she calmed down, though her body still convulsed and tears continued to stain her face. She allowed Stefan to pull her shoes off and lean her back against the mattress, accepted her bear when he placed it in her arms. Stefan stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, trying to sooth her as much as possible.

"I hate her, Stefan," Elena mumbled. "She's my mother and I hate her."

"She's not your mom," Stefan countered. "You don't have to-"

"I wish she would just disappear," Elena rushed on. "Vanish and never talk to me again, ever."

Stefan wished that too. "What can I do, Lena?" he asked, his voice broken and hopeless.

Closing her eyes, Elena brushed her lips against his and moved closer to him, sliding her hands underneath his shirt. She felt her heart steady as she touched his skin, moving along his chest slowly. Stefan's arms tightened around her, crushing her body against his chest.

"Just what you're doing now," Elena sighed, pulling one hand away from his chest and running it through his hair, grasping the thick locks between her fingers. "Hold me and never let me go."

Stefan breathed into her ear, "I could never."

The sun was barely beginning to peak through the curtains when Elena stirred, automatically hooking her leg over Stefan's and arching her back. Neither of these movements surprised Stefan (on the contrary, by now they were part of her sleeping routine); he smiled and rubbed the small of her back, watched as her eyes fluttered open. Although she smiled back at him, it lacked its usual brilliance- the smile was a wane shadow of its normal self. So was her kiss- clearly her thoughts were elsewhere.

"You okay?" Stefan asked, tracing the path tears had left on her face.

"Not really," Elena confessed. "I... I think you should go. Jenna will be up soon, and I need to talk to her."

"All right," Stefan kissed her forehead. "You sure you don't want me to, um, help?"

Elena sighed and seized his hand, lacing her fingers together tightly with his. "I think I should do this alone. Or try to, anyways."

Stefan nodded and kissed her again. "Good luck. Call me for anything and I'll be here, okay?"

"Thank you," Elena breathed and hugged him tightly.

Stefan was opening the front door when he heard her footsteps thundering down the stairs. He turned to ask what was wrong when he was thrown backwards by the force of Elena throwing her body against his. She pressed her lips firmly against his, kissing him fiercely, holding him tightly, plunging her tongue into his mouth. Stefan gladly reciprocated, his hands roaming her body.

When she drew back both of their eyes have a glazed look in them.

"See you later," Elena whispered and then raced up the stairs again.