This is a co-write with the ever talented ispiltthemilk. The story is already complete and will be updated every Sunday. It will focus on Damon and Morgan (our OC) mainly. A few things have been changed from the show but not much and everything will get explained. Just as a warning the couple will have ups and downs but don't get discouraged this is a Damon/OC story so they will eventually be together. Flashbacks will be in italic.
We do not own the Vampire Diaries; only Morgan and Jack our OCs are ours. This is the only time I'll be posting the disclaimer.
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One Flew Over The Crow's Nest
Chapter 1
Walking up the stone driveway, Morgan took in the grounds. It was absolutely breathtaking; perfectly cut lawn, a few vines growing up the side of the house making it appear magical. She gasped as two men went flying out of one of the upstairs windows landing mere feet away from her in a pile of broken glass.
"Guess I have the right place," she made her presence known as the two brothers got to their feet. Damon handed Stefan's daylight ring back to him with a smirk and a wink in Morgan's direction.
"Morgan?" Stefan questioned, staring at her in disbelief because it was bad enough his brother was back but having her there only confused him more.
Damon threw his arm around her shoulder, guiding her toward the house. "I think we woke Zack up. Let me introduce you."
They walked through the front door and while Morgan had never been there before she felt like she was coming home. While the style was dark and rich with history it brought a comfort to those who came through the door, welcoming them without the occupants having to do so.
Stefan's sigh behind them caused her to turn and with a smile she stepped away from Damon giving the youngest brother a brief hug. He reciprocated and then held her at an arm's length, taking in her appearance. "You look so different."
Morgan chuckled before dropping her bag. "Well you did last see me in eighty-seven and while it's slow some of us still do age."
Stefan ran his gaze over her and while the clothes may have been the same style as she always wore there was something different about her; something he wasn't sure would bring trouble. Deciding to keep his opinions to himself for the time being, Stefan chose to keep the conversation light and about her outfit. "But still bohemian. That doesn't change."
"As it shouldn't," Morgan adjusted the belt she wore over her dress, the multiple bangles she wore on her wrists clanking together and echoing a bit in the empty hall.
Damon smirked, "Don't you think you're a little old to be a flower child anymore?"
"You're too old to prey on minors and girls in their twenties yet here we are."
Stefan crossed his arms over his chest, watching the two interact. "And why is it that you two are here again?"
"Clearly, you two still have issues to work out," Morgan rolled her eyes. "And please don't make this Zack person clean up all that glass outside it's not his fault you two can't control yourselves." Damon filled two tumblers with bourbon and Stefan watched her as if he was waiting for more of an explanation. "Don't think about it too hard. You have enough of those little frown lines on your forehead. I'm here because Damon called me."
"You did?" Stefan questioned his brother.
Damon passed a tumbler to Morgan before taking a sip from his own. "Don't act so surprised, Stef. You always wanted me to have more friends."
X-X-X
The next morning Morgan had meet Zack when he came down for breakfast and found her sitting on a stool savoring the cup of coffee in her hands. While Zack was clearly concerned on why Damon was in town he didn't seem to hold the same aversion towards Morgan. They chatted a bit and Zack welcomed her to whatever she needed during her stay to make sure she felt at home.
Hours later she was at the local eatery, Mystic Grill, day drinking with Damon when she saw Stefan walk in with a girl on his arm. Morgan stopped mid-sentence, suddenly tongue tied. "She…" Morgan whipped her gaze between the girl and Damon for some sort of explanation. "But how…" the words still stuck, unable to make a coherent sentence.
Damon chuckled a bit at her pure confusion, but before he could explain that it wasn't who she thought it was the couple appeared next to their booth. Morgan's mouth opened and closed a few times which caused Damon to smirk. Stefan greeted them and then asked if they could join.
Morgan only glanced in Damon's direction wondering what Stefan was up to as she slid over making room for the girl to sit next to her as Stefan took a seat next to Damon.
"I'm sorry. My name's Elena," the girl introduced, but Morgan didn't look convinced until she saw Stefan give a slight nod. "How do you know Damon?"
Damon walked past the stand draped in psychedelic, tie-dye scarves, forcing a sarcastic smile and nod to the long haired guy behind the table. Facing forward he rolled his eyes. Continuing to walk down the dirt path through the woods he stopped at another stand. Picking up a trinket from its surface he inspected it and then dropped it without a care, becoming annoyed and irritated with what he considered to be ridiculousness.
He was suddenly caught off guard by a smell of fresh clean water with a hint of lemon; it was laced with fresh herbs and had a warm sensation that he just couldn't shake. Turning his head he followed the scent with an air of interest. Walking down the path a ways he came to find a booth covered in fresh herbs, teas, and multiple sized stone carvings. He glanced over everything and picked up a small white carving of a crow. Picking it up, he inspected it before being caught off guard by a healthy laugh.
A girl stepped past him, into the small area created behind the table and dodged an incoming hacky-sac. As she threw the small bag back at a boy who was running by, laughing, her waist long braid swung over her shoulder and landed against her back. She faced Damon and greeted him kindly with a bright smile. "Hi! Can I help you with something?" she asked indicating to the stone in his hand with her large eyes.
"Just looking," he assured her, placing it back onto the table though he couldn't help but stare; her bright red locks such a contrast to her porcelain skin.
Morgan eyed him while he looked at her things and picked up the crow. "You sure?" she questioned. "I could see this fitting you," she confirmed, smirking at him.
Stepping behind the table and looking down at it in her hands he breathed, "And why is that?" He picked up her thick braid and brought it to rest against her chest.
The girl looked at her braid in his hand and then into his eyes as one of his fingers ran up and down her cheek. She knew what he was the minute he touched her skin. Widening her smirk and bringing the statue in front of his eyes, breaking his stare she declared, "Call it a sixth sense."
Dropping his hand from her cheek, his face dropped. "No money," he informed suddenly.
"It's free."
"No, I couldn't," he bit playfully raising his eyebrows.
Grabbing his hand in hers, she placed the statue in it. "I won't take no for an answer," she insisted.
Holding it in his hand he eyed her, "Why?"
"Why not! It is the age of peace, right?" she chuckled, pulling more tea from a box near them, and placing them on the display table. She watched as his fingers wrapped around the crow. "It will give me peace if you take it," she joked.
Smirking he replied, "I'm not really into the whole 'just give peace a chance' thing."
Assisting someone at the table who was rummaging through the herbs and teas, she finished her transaction and turned back to face Damon. "Well, I am not really against it. Why don't you come to the bonfire tonight and be the ying to my yang; maybe I can show you peace isn't so bad."
Placing the crow carving into his jacket pocket he wiggled his eyebrows. "I'll see you later…?" he trailed off.
"Morgan," she informed, watching him step around the table and back onto the path once more.
"Morgan," he repeated before dropping two dollars onto the table and walking away.
Shaking her head she picked up the dollar bills and observed him walking away, father down the trail.
Morgan drank some of the alcohol sitting in front of her, "We go back a long time."
"So you're a vampire?" Elena's whisper came out like an accusation.
Morgan about choked on her drink while Damon rolled his eyes. "She's not a vampire. She just has a thing for them."
"I do not have a thing for them," Morgan argued, glaring at Damon and ready to give him a swift kick under the table if he didn't shut up.
"Well, we'll just give you two some time to catch up," Elena gathered her belongings and motioned to Stefan to head to an open pool table.
Morgan took another swig of her drink, "She's really not Katherine?"
"Nope."
They sat in silence a few moments, Damon giving her time to wrap her head around the Katherine look-a-like. He ordered them each a refill which Morgan gratefully accepted.
"Who is the preppy dude? He kept staring at us when Stef and Elena were sitting with us," Morgan motioned to the guy busing a nearby table.
Damon turned to see who she was talking about and then rolled his eyes. "Matt Donovan. Gossip has it that he's Elena's ex and is all whiney and boy band-ish about her being with Stefan now." He took another swig of his drink. "Oh, and did I forget to mention we are going to a small get together later tonight at the Lockwood Mansion."
"We are?"
X-X-X
Morgan glanced around the room taking in the large chandelier hanging in the hall. Everyone was dressed to the nines and she knew she was drawing more than a few eyes in her direction not only because she was wearing a simple cotton dress and white flats but her vibrant red hair causing her stand out. She forced a smile to those who got caught staring and cursed Damon for talking her into going in the first place.
"Keep drinking, it helps." Damon placed a champagne flute in her hand and she gratefully accepted, taking a small sip.
She watched as Elena laughed, placing her hand on Stefan's chest. Morgan tried to understand how Stefan could see past the physical appearance of Katherine but she wondered if that was part of the appeal. Technically, he got the best of both worlds; Katherine by looks and Elena by heart. Damon seemed less fazed by the brunette. She didn't doubt that if there was trouble he would be there to protect her, the sight of Katherine getting hurt too much for him to handle but who was she to judge. Sheriff Forbes walked past, nodding in Morgan's direction, stopping briefly to introduce herself to the new face in the room before going in search of her daughter.
"Is the whole town here?" Morgan asked, eyes still scanning over the massive amount of people. This wasn't exactly the small gathering she had been told she was going to.
Damon placed their now empty glasses on a server's tray as he passed. "No. Just the founding families, people with money and therefore power, and Matt Donovan."
"Preppy kid from the Grill?" Morgan asked, still trying to keep everyone's name straight.
Damon nodded, extending his hand to her as the band began to play another song. She stared at it for a moment, weighing her options, but accepted his invitation. They kept a respectable space between them until Damon's hand on the small of her back pulled her in closer. It was easy to be in his company because it was in the moments that it was just the two of them that she knew what complete happiness was.
"Am I getting a death glare or is that directed to you?" Morgan questioned and as they swayed to the music Damon craned his neck to see a blonde watching them. "I mean, you're kind of a dick so I would understand if it was for you but she doesn't know me. And I'm awesome."
"Caroline," Damon rolled his eyes, spinning Morgan away from him before pulling her back with more force than necessary causing her to stumble but erupt in laughter at the same time.
He caught her easily and they finished the song ignoring the whispers around them. She dramatically curtsied at the end of the song causing him to let out a childish laugh, bowing to her. A genuine smile spread across her face, remembering how things used to be. Back before life got complicated and there were lines drawn that only occasionally got crossed.
They were quickly brought back to reality by a sharp clearing of someone's throat. Sheriff Forbes stood there motioning for Damon to come with her.
"Time for the adults to meet and talk about the monsters in the shadows," Damon whispered in her ear, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before following the sheriff.
X-X-X
Morgan picked at the fruit platter, placing a few strawberries on the petite ceramic plate. Everything was so pristine she was almost tempted to drop the plate just on principle alone. She moved around the edge of the table, bumping into a girl who hadn't been watching where she was going.
Her whole body froze, the energy she felt flow through her was startling. Looking the girl in the eye, Morgan wasn't sure if she had felt it as well but if she did, she didn't let on.
"I'm so sorry," the girl apologized. "Guess I wasn't really paying attention."
Morgan nodded, still trying to figure out why Damon hadn't told her there was another witch in town. "No harm done."
"You came with Damon, right?" When Morgan didn't answer right away the girl continued. "Just be careful."
Morgan took a bite of one of her strawberries, ready to hear all about the so called bad boy of the town. "Oh? Why's that?"
"He's not a good person," the blonde from before joined the two of them and Morgan did her best not to tear into the two of them for judging him. She knew all too well what Damon was capable of. "He doesn't care about anyone but himself. He's dangerous."
"Caroline, right?" Morgan questioned and when the blonde nodded she looked to the other girl.
"Bonnie," she introduced herself.
"Right. Well, thanks for the heads up but a little danger never hurt anyone."
Morgan excused herself out to the patio, needing a little fresh air to help center herself again. She knew Damon was no saint but she could never just stand by while someone tore him down without knowing all the facts. The night was clear and she gazed at the stars for a few moments before noticing she wasn't alone.
"Can I ask you a question?" Morgan moved to lean against the pillar next to the preppy boy from the Grill. The boy shrugged, taking a sip from the red solo cup that was supposed to be soda since there were too many parental units around but Morgan knew better. "What's your connection to this whole thing? You're not one of the founding families and I'm sorry but if you had money you wouldn't be busing tables at the Grill. So where do you fit in?"
"That's a good question," he finished off his drink, "Guess I'm still trying to figure that out."
"Aren't we all," Morgan mumbled in agreement as she sat next to him on the wooden bench.
The two sat in silence for a moment before he turned to her. "What about you? How do you fit in? All I've heard around town is that you're the girl staying at the Salvatore boarding house. And going off your dance earlier…I'm assuming you aren't renting a room."
Morgan took a sip of her own drink and shook her head slightly, "Good to know the town talks."
"Quicker than you think," he replied rolling his now empty cup between his hands. "It's Morgan, right? Damon's girlfriend?"
Morgan laughed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, "Damon's…friend, yes. And you, Matthew Donovan, the preppy kid from the Grill."
"I'm not preppy."
Morgan shrugged, "I like the nickname. I think that one is going to stick."
"Great," Matt sighed as he started to stand from the bench. "I need another drink."
Morgan quickly glanced around to make sure they were alone, keeping him in his seat with a hand on his arm. When he looked to her to see what she was doing he noticed the cup in his hand was now full. Morgan winked in response but the expression on his face only showed that it might not have been the brightest idea. The last thing she needed was for him to go screaming witch especially at a party that was a cover for a vampire hunting council.
Matt stood up, almost tossing the cup in the process as if it was possessed. "No I've had too much that didn't just happen."
"Oh yeah?" She smirked, wanting to have a little fun, and hopefully show him she meant no harm. It would be nice to have a friend in this town other than Damon. She raised her hand, palm side up and he jumped as the leaves started to dance around him. "Calm down, Preppy. It's not like I'm the wicked witch of the west." He continued to stare at her and she rose from her seat, allowing the leaves to settle, she patted his cheek lightly. "You're cute. This was fun."
"Uh huh."
"I'm like Glenda, the good witch," she tried to assure him although he still looked skeptical. She thought back to Bonnie who she met earlier and questioned, "You don't know any witches?"
Matt shook his head, "Witches aren't real."
"Do you know how many times I've heard that over the years?" She asked rhetorically. She heard another song begin to play by the band and she sighed, "God, no one listens to anything good anymore. I know it's supposed to be classy or whatever but how about some Jimi Hendrix or something?"
Matt raised an eyebrow, "Jimi Hendrix?"
"This is awesome!" Morgan screamed over the music. Her grin and vibe seemed to be infectious to everyone around her. Damon grinned.
He lifted her up, giving her a better advantage to see over the crowd. She squealed in delight and Damon couldn't help but laugh.
"You should have seen him in concert," Morgan closed her eyes for a moment remembering the night and a smile pulled across her lips until Matt broke her out of her memory.
"That's impossible."
"No, I was definitely there. Trust me, pretty sure I went deaf for a week afterwards."
"But that would make you -" Matt stopped short, confusion washing over his face. "Hendrix died in the seventies."
"Watch it, Preppy. It's not nice to comment on a lady's age."
"How is that possible?" Matt gaped, mouth hanging open. He took a large sip of the cup that he had forgotten about until that moment, glancing back at Morgan when he tasted the hint of alcohol.
"Witch, remember?"
A dramatic sigh brought their attention to Damon who had been standing in the archway, "Really?"
"He's won't tell anyone," Morgan mumbled before staring Matt in the eye. "Right?"
Matt looked between the two, "I'm still not sure I'm sober and this is all real."