Disclaimer… no it's really just a rant: Elena is a stupid bitch, I don't have ANY thing to with her. This is for team damon. Excuse the language. AND I KNEW! She met Damon first, I've been saying that for three seasons, and everyone thought I was crazy. Such a cute first meeting, so utterly delena, before there even was a delena and Elena you are a retarded cunt for not seeing what I see. My friends make me happy to be alive and that doesn't mean I should be romantically involved with any of them. You're an emotional-cripple and I really really really really am starting to hate you. Like really. Gawd. I don't even care what happens to you, if you choose not to transition or Bonnie finds a new soul for you great. I hope Damon leaves your sorry ass in that soul crushing town and finds someone who's actually capable of distinguishing first love (baby steps) to real love (marathon running) You know the disney movies for toddlers to the classic pen to parchment type stuff. A walk to remember, gone with the wind. GONE WITH THE WIND! The scarlet letter, pride and prejudice, oh my god read some Hemmingway. Four months until September, do the world a favor and either get it together or die. Thank you.

Moving on,

Title: The Price of Your Mistake

Rating: T

Pairing: Stefan/Elena, Damon/Elena

Set: 3x22 AU. Imagine if the 3x22 had ended with the delena phone call.


"I told you Elena, we talked about this. We… Damon and I, agreed it was best. He's fine." He can't even look her in the eye anymore. No matter how many times he's repeated himself, no matter how sincerely he pleaded with her to understand she just looked at him as if he wasn't speaking English anymore. Klaus was gone, their line was somehow safe.

It was over, for now.

Alaric was off chasing originals and they were safe and it seemed Elena had made a choice. He wanted nothing more to get lost in her. And she'd let him. He'd met her at the house, met her with hands and lips and eyes ready to consume her. He'd been happy, happier than he had been in a year. Happiness for a night.

Then the morning came. The dawn of a new day, the first ray of light breaking through the dark of night and all that. And with it, as the clichés would have it, came the consequences of actions made in the dark room of an empty home. He pretended to be asleep, wanted to know how exactly she would react to finding in him her bed. She hadn't disappointed.

A faint kiss to his shoulder, lovingly bidding him good morning. And he'd almost opened his eyes, almost returned the gesture until he had felt her pull away. Stretching to reach for her phone. He would have thought nothing of it if not for the heavy sigh. The no messages sigh. The 'Damon hasn't tried to reach me' sigh. He tried to comfort himself that she'd thought of him first, kissed him first.

Similar to the way she had met him first.

He got out of bed while she showered, made breakfast and tried to act as if this was all he'd ever wanted. She felt for him. Stefan knew that. It would take time. The first time she asks him what's taken Damon so long he almost doesn't have the heart to answer her. Except they were all about honesty now

He would not repeat the mistakes of the past.

The look on her face was one he will never be able to erase from his mind. The blankness of her stare, as if the earth had stopped rotating and everything that meant anything to her was gone. It only lasts a minute. Maybe even less than that, but it was enough.

"It's been a week Stefan…" She can't help the desperation that pours out of her voice, pools in her eyes, seeps through her pores and suffocates her lungs. She almost expects to find herself standing in a pool of blood from these words that cut like daggers.

But silence was not an option. These words, this conversation, it was all she had.

This had been her reality for six days, thirteen hours and 46mins. This conversation that started the minute Damon hadn't come home on time. The one they've been having every minute thereafter. Elena was of the belief that they needed to look for him, because obviously he was lost, obviously he needed help. Somehow Stefan was under the delusional opinion that he had left.

She's hurting him. She knows that Stefan is reading regret in her words. She just can't bring herself to care. Elena refused to believe that Damon would leave her. He had never… how could, why would… she can't wrap her head around it to properly question what was happening.

So maybe he didn't, maybe he didn't leave her. Maybe she left him. Maybe she told him he wasn't good enough anymore, maybe she told him there was nothing left to fight for. Maybe she told him this wasn't his home anymore, she couldn't be his home. Maybe, not maybe.

She did do all that and more.

Elena lets Stefan steer the conversation in a new direction. She pretends it's less than what it is, the way she always has with Damon. Only now she can finally see the truth. "You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure. Maybe even a little danger"