Starting from after the ending of The Vampire Diaries season 3, episode 8: Ordinary People

Chapter 1: The Return of Long Lost Memories

"I want you to remember everything, everything I made you forget," Mikael said, while looking strait into Damon's eyes. Mikael's pupils dilated, his compulsion slowly working on Damon. Damon's eyes started to wide, and he suddenly let out a high scream and slumped to the ground, holding his head in pain. Elena and Caroline hurried to Damon's side, kneeling on each of Damon's sides, holding him, while he screams, tears running down his cheeks.

"What did you do to him?" Elena screams at Mikael, looking horrified from Damon to Mikael, trying to figure out what Mikael had done to Damon. Mikael looks calmly at the three people huddling together on the ground. A small smirk slowly creeps onto his otherwise emotionless face.

"Relax. He is just getting all his long lost memories back. Nothing to be afraid of. He just needs a few minutes." Mikael went over to the small bar in the living room, and pours a glass of bourbon and took a small sip, nodding approving. "He finally learned to pick out the good stuff."

"How come he is screaming in pain, and I couldn't feel a thing when I got my memories back," Stefan said from the corner of the living room. He had been quiet ever since Mikael had appeared about an hour before, wanting to talk about finding Klaus. They had discussed a lot of ways, when Damon had suddenly decided that that was the right time to say that they didn't know if they could even trust Mikael. Mikael then ran at inhuman speed in front of Damon, looking him straight in the eye, telling him not to move. That's how Damon ended up on the ground in pain.

"That is the easy question to answer," Mikael says while turning back to the other people in the room. "That's because you lost less then a year of your memories. Damon however lost about thirty years of his." Everyone in the room look up, surprised at that information. At that moment Damon became quiet. Everyone's attention turned again to Damon, who was sitting on the floor, his head on Elena's shoulders, eyes closed. Slowly he straighten up, opens his eyes and focus them on Mikael. A small, tired smile slowly creeps onto his tearstained face.

"You know, trying to rip my heart out wasn't very sweet of you. You usually just slams my head into a nearby wall or thrust a stick into my stomach. Not trying to rip my freaking heart out!" Damon said standing up slowly, cracking his neck a couple of times. Then he walks over to Mikael, stopping right in front of him. Then out of nowhere, he throws both his arms around Mikael's neck, hugging him. Mikael laughs throwing both arms around Damon's waist, hugging him tightly to his body. They stayed like that for a while before separating from each other.

"Now let me take a really good look at you," Mikael said, turning Damon in every direction, giving him a good look over. "What the hell have you done with your hair?"

"Nothing!"

"Well, that might be the problem." Mikael laughs, padding Damon on his head. Damon tries to get away from the hand, but he knew he couldn't. Mikael had always loved playing with his hair. He had no idea why, but Damon always let him. In the beginning he thought that it was a pain in the ass, and had even shaved it all of at some point to make sure Mikael couldn't touch it. Mikael had been angry, saying he had some of the most fantastic hair, and he acted like a little child with his behaviour. Damon had seen the disappointed look in Mikael's eyes, and had let it grow out once again. After some time, he had gotten used to Mikael's head petting, and it would be weird if he suddenly stopped.

Everyone in the room was looking at the pair with interest and confusion. What was going on?

"You two know each other?" Caroline asks, looking from Damon to Mikael, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Oh yeah, you could say that," Damon replies, turning around to face the rest of the room. "We meet back in the 1890's - I think it was 1897 we meet the very first time."

"No, that's not truth," Mikael injects. "I had seen you in 1864, before you became a vampire." That statement made Stefan look up.

"But how. We never saw you in Mystic Falls back in the 1800's." Stefan was confused. He had never seen Mikael when he was still a human, he was sure of that. Mikael clucked softly.

"No of cause you didn't see me. I didn't walk around in the town. I was keeping an eye on Katrina. I knew Niklaus wanted her, so I stayed near her, and waited for him to come. That's when I saw you two. After you turned, I was going to approve Damon, but he had already left the town. It took some time before I found him again. In a little bar in California. And what a surprise it was to find him there." Mikael smiles over at Damon, who would have blushed, had there not been other people in the room.

"And we are not going to talk about that," Damon said sternly, making the other people in the room curious.

"Why? What happened?" Elena was feeling a little weird about the whole idea of Damon and Mikael being friends. She didn't like the idea of them having known each other and being as close as they are. They were too friendly, too used to being close. Too used to just being there for each other. It unnerved her that Damon had someone so close to him. Someone that wasn't her.

"Oh, Damon just really liked dancing in his younger days," Mikael said, smiling over at Damon.

"We aren't going to talk about it." Damon really didn't think that this information, that was going to be shared to so many people, was a good idea. Now that he remembered everything, he wasn't going to let his brother know what he had done.

"Come on Damon, it can't be that bad," Caroline whines. She really, really wanted to know.

"Yeah, Damon. It can't be that bad," Mikael said, smirking. "You all really wanna know?" Everyone nodded. "Alright. Damon was a stripper." Damon had jumped on Mikael, trying to make him stay quiet, but it was to late. Everyone in the room was silent…until Stefan burst out laughing. It was the funniest thing in the world, he thought. Damon…dancing, or more like stripping. No, he couldn't see that, no way.

"Oh, shut up, Stefan." Damon was standing with his arms crossed, looking pissed. Who did Mikael think he was? So just because he was like the father he never felt he had, or like an annoying uncle, didn't give him the right to say that about him. Damon looked around the room. Everyone had started laughing. And he couldn't help it, but a small smile creeps onto his face. He looks at Mikael, and he couldn't deny that deep down, he was actually very happy that Mikael was back in his life.