N: This is going to be a two partfic (since they're both too short to be on their own) the first part's a 'missing' scene from the 3th episode where Damon gets back in the car after 'distracting' Klaus and the second part is a scene, i dream of happening in the 6th episode and most certainly never will. I hope you'll enjoy them.

N2: I didn't bother my beta with this soooo short story, so if you find any mistakes (witch I'm sure you will) they're all mine and I hope you can forgive me. Not my best piece of art – actually can't even call it 'art' just some random scenes; they wouldn't leave me alone so I wrote them. Feel free to criticise it!

I'm sorry….

She got in the car and slammed the door closed. There was silence…so much silence; and it scared her, it reminded her of death. She started breathing only when she heard his steps approaching the car.

Damon got in the driver seat and for some odd reason Elena's fingers curled around her necklace.

"Are you ok?" Damon asked and that was all it took for her stubborn tear to escape in the corner of her eye.

"I'm sorry, Damon…I'm so sorry…" she mumbled and Damon looked at her with a confused expression on his face, but Elena didn't turn to face him. "…how could I be so stupid and…he could've killed you…"

"Klaus? Apparently, he promised my brother he wouldn't kill me,' Damon said.

"He promised me that if I don't run, he wouldn't hurt the people I love; that didn't work now, did it? I can't lose…not you too…" her voice was breaking; she couldn't hold the tears back anymore. Only when she got in the car and the car was empty it hit her. Just then she realized the danger she put Damon through. She realized she could've lost him too.

At her words, Damon reached over and caressed her check, pulling slightly, forcing her to look at him.

"Hey, I'm right here, ok? Nothing happened to me…"

"But he could've…he could've killed you!" the word 'killed' was just a whisper; if it weren't for his sensitive hearing Damon would've missed it.

"He didn't."

"I just…lost so many people and giving up on Stefan would mean losing him too," Elena said and Damon growled slightly. He still though all this could've been avoided if Stefan would've just let him die.

"You won't lose him, Elena. I'll bring him back to you; whatever it takes…I promise, I'll find a way," he said determined.

Elena raised her hand and covered his. Damon reacted immediately by taking her small and slightly cold hand into his.

"Can it be safe…if you find a way to bring him back, can it be safe?"

"I'll be careful, I promise," Elena nodded.

"Would you please take me home?"

"Sure…"

***shooting star***

You can't, because I want you to…

Elena was on the floor in front of the dungeon door when Damon got there. She was curled up against the dirty wall, her arms wrapped around her knees…she looked so fragile.

"Is baby bro still plating dead?" Damon asked and Elena turned her head and looked at him.

"Damon…" she whispered ignoring his question.

"You should go get some rest, maybe eat something; I haven't seen you eat in three days."

"I'm not hungry," came her short answer.

"You've been here for hours. Alaric used a lot of vervain, it could take a while before he wakes up," Damon said taking a few steps closer to Elena.

"I want to be here when he wakes up."

"Elena…you know it might not work…" he didn't want to say that, he didn't really know why he said it, but it felt like she should know that there's a possibility for Stefan to be too far gone.

"I know…but I had to do something. I can't just let…" Elena stopped in the middle of her sentence and there was a moment of silence. She was lost in what it looked like a trip to the moon and Damon was just watching her, patiently waiting for Elena to find her words and go on. "…he fought you know? He fought compulsion…for me; it's the least I can do…try to help him."

"I know…I get it; I get it."

Damon looked at her and she let her head fall backwards a few centimetres to return the favour. And there it was…they didn't need words; they had something…an understanding, a connection beyond simple words.

"Can I get you anything?" Damon asked.

"No; I'm good. But you could help me get up…I think I'm stuck and I can't feel my right leg," she said with a shy smile in the corner of her lips.

Damon nodded and stretched his hand to help her get up. As soon as she was standing on her two feet, her vision got all blurry, her knees felt like they were made of rubber and she felt so…light…like a feather.

In a split second Damon's arms were around her and his voice brought her back to reality.

"Elena…are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm ok…just…head-rush,' she answered. From reflex she placed her hands on his shoulders and her eyes found his mesmerizing blue ones.

Damon's hand slide on her arm, all the way to her neck and he brushed the tip of his fingers over her new bite-mark.

"I should've been there…" he murmured.

"If you would've been, Klaus would've probably still be here, draining my blood and more people would've been dead."

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a surprisingly gentile voice that made Elena heart ache.

"Not anymore…" she answered sincerely.

His fingers continued their path on her cheek, her jaw…he was barely touching her but his touch burned. He got to her lips and she let out a short breath.

"Damon, don't…" she begged.

"Don't want?"

"Kiss…you can't do that…"

"Why?"

"Because I want you to; because I won't stop you…" she said, her eyes following the outline of his mouth.

"That's the worst reason I've ever heard…" he said.

"I know," she smiled.

"I think you should just go for it," a third voice came from behind the dungeon door.

N:That's it, hope it wasn't too bad. Let me know by leaving a review, it would mean a lot to me!