Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries, L.J. Smith does, I am just merely writing up a idea that popped into my head. All of The Vampire Diaries character's belong to her and not me.

Summary: What would happen if Elena lost her voice, would she be taken advantage of. How would Damon and Stefan react to this, How would everyone else react to this.

Author Comment: This is my first time writing a Vampire Diaries fanfiction I apologize if anyone seems out of character. This is just an idea that came to mind as currently I am feeling unwell and possibly might lose my own voice so I wondered what would happen if out of the many characters I like, how would deal with being sick and possibly losing their own voice. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors I will or have made, I currently don't have a beta reader so please bare with me! If you can or want to!

Please Review~

Dear diary, today hasn't been very good so far. Probably due to the fact that I feel horrible and weaker than usual, unfortunately it seems that I've been struck by some sort of cold bug. My symptoms I find are quite annoying: hoarse voice, stuffy nose, my throat feels like its on fire and scratchy/sand-papery (especially if I swallow) and I feel quite warm. This cold is also causing me to cough which hurts my throat and is reaching up through my ears and it also is causing me sneeze quite a bit.

I really don't like being sick, who does? I don't seem to get sick as much as others do; ever since three years ago, which I am grateful this means my immunity has been building up. You'd think that I really shouldn't worry about myself being sick and possibly losing my voice, but I should be worrying about me handling all things mythological and supernatural in Mystic Falls.

Well I'm not worried about that so much right now, I can't seem to focus on it plus I don't have the energy right now to do so. I sometimes get drowsy and have to shake myself out of my spacing out. All I wish for, is to get better…I hope very soon. This cold is annoying I want to be rid of it as soon as possible. Right now I am feeling drowsy, I think I'll just succumb to my desire to rest.

- Elena.

She closed her journal and placed both the pen and her journal on her night table and walked sluggishly, while sniffling towards the light, she shut it off and walked into her bed, climbed under the covers and wrapped them around herself as she curled into the fetal position and closed her eyes.

As Elena almost drifted off into sleep she felt the weight of the bed give under the weight of another. Elena opened one eye and then opened the other to be met with the grinning face of the blue eyed devious Damon.

Elena sighed and threw an expression that said 'What the hell do you want?' Seeming unfazed he kept on grinning with a devious glint in his eye. "Damon…" she mumbled in as much energy as she could muster. "Elena…" He replied in the same tone. "What do you want at…" Elena wearily looked at the clock and it read 1:35 AM, she continued "This time so early in the morning." he leaned in closer and his grin grew wider.

"Ouch" he simply said with a mock gesture of clutching his hand to his chest as if she had shot him there. Elena rolled onto her other side and tried her best to ignore him but she felt the weight of the bed give in again and she felt a body pressing against her and an arm lazily thrown across her waist.

Elena sighed and rolled onto the other side so that she was facing Damon and she raised an eyebrow tiredly. He just stared for minutes at a time and after some time she sleepily drawled out words. "Damon, seriously I'm tired and if there's something you want can you please tell me? I'd like to sleep." she asked her voice hoarse and cracking.

He reached out and placed the back of his palm onto her forehead and his expression became unreadable and blank. "You're burning up…" Elena sighed "That's what happens when you get sick." she said in a matter of fact tone. "No…but you're warmer than usual." He just stared intently.

"I just have a cold, Damon and all the regular symptoms of a cold, wanting to sneeze; my nose hurts and is runny and stuffy. Sore throat which feels like sandpaper and fiery, I feel hot and slightly congested, feeling a little weak, coughing, and my voice sounds hoarse and cracking." she ticked off the whole list.

He just stared and simply said "No, Elena…I think you have a fever or a small one; this isn't any ordinary cold...it's a fever." Elena raised an eyebrow and replied "Doesn't having a fever feel much worse?" He closed his eyes and then opened them and replied "No, not necessarily."

"So, what would you like me to do…its really early in the morning." Elena sighed getting annoyed and she was getting grumpy from lack of sleep and lack of energy, it had been a long day.

"You don't have to do anything…You're sick though, are you by yourself?" He asked with a sort of clipped tone.

Elena sighed "Yes, Damon I am home alone, so what? Really Damon I'm very tired what is it that you came here for?" She asked letting her grumpiness seep through into her tone.

He stiffened and iciness seeped into his own tone as his expression became his cool and stoic mask. "Nothing, I came for nothing Elena, I want nothing Elena."

"Damon…can I just go to sleep…that's all I want." she rolled over onto her other side. Elena heard a sigh and shuffling of feet as the bed gave in then a quiet voice.

"Fine, I'll let you sleep…" he said once again with the same clipped tone.

"Have sweet dreams Elena." he said quietly but a little of his previous iciness seeped through as she felt a small breeze and then quietness was all that was left.

As she drifted into sleep with the feeling of regret that she had hurt him after he was being or seeming to be so kind and attentive.

Author's Comment: I hoped everyone likes what I have written so far, please review as well~ ^^