A/N – OK this is crack, as are almost all of my stories so really no surprise there. Um, slightly AU/AH set somewhere during season 4 but Elena is not all over Damon. This was seriously going to be a drabble. A 100 word drabble. Obviously that didn't happen so it'll probably be a one-shot, though I may continue with some more Daroline crack. Love it? Hate it? Let me know! Laters, T-

Asleep

Caroline leaned back in her desk chair and stretched her arms over her head as she cracked her neck. She had just spent the last six hours planted at her small desk in her bedroom cramming hard for her upcoming History final that included but was not limited to The Revolutionary War, the drafting of the Constitution, the always mind-boggling branches of US Government, and of course The Civil War. So yeah, it was a lot and Caroline was definitely in need of a potty break and a blood bag.

Without giving it a second thought, Caroline quickly stood and started walking. At about three steps in, Caroline quickly realized that something wasn't right. Her left leg was not moving like it was supposed to. Her whole leg was asleep. And now here she was, Caroline, BAMF vampire Barbie, tripping over her own two feet, trying to catch herself from falling flat on her face and failing miserably. Closing her eyes she braced for the fall, but it never comes, and instead she finds herself in a pair of very strong, very capable arms.

"Jesus Blondie! You are seriously the clumsiest vampire I have ever met. Ever." Caroline quickly opened her eyes and looked up at her savior and of course it had to be Damon freaking Salvatore. Damon firmly grabbed Caroline by the shoulders and straightened her upright, but Caroline's leg was still slumbering peacefully which forced her to hobble around on her one good leg awkwardly while Damon cautiously kept her at arm's length.

"My leg fell asleep," Caroline mumbled lamely as she continued to hop on one foot. Seriously? One of the most embarrassing moments ever and of course Damon had to be present to witness it.

"Clearly," Damon said as he eyed Caroline with amusement while she desperately resorted to punching her thigh. Maybe violence would wake it up so she could finally speed out of here and pretend like this never ever happened.

"What are you doing here Damon?" Caroline asked with annoyance. Damon shrugged as he smirked at the still hopping Caroline.

"You weren't answering your phone." Caroline's brow furrowed as she tested her weight on the bum leg and was rewarded with the sensation of pins and needles dancing up her thigh.

"Oooh God, I hate that," Caroline hissed as she kicked her leg, only increasing the sensation. "I was studying," she finished as she waved her arm towards her desk. "Is something wrong? Is Elena ok?" Caroline asked as she again tested her weight. Damon shrugged as he moved over to her bed and sat down. Picking up one of Caroline's history books he began to leaf through the pages.

"No, nothing's wrong. Elena's fine as far as I'm allowed to know. You just, you weren't answering your phone." Caroline stared at Damon curiously as she tentatively kept her weight on her now waking leg.

"Ok…well I'm fine. And just so we're clear. This…." Caroline said as she pointed at her leg. "does not leave this room." Damon laughed as he closed her history book and sat it back down on the bed beside him.

"Yeah OK Blondie."

"I'm serious Damon! It's bad enough you had to see it!" Caroline whined as her cheeks flushed red.

"If I wasn't here you would have landed on your face and would probably be dealing with a bloody nose right now."

"I'd rather have a bloody nose then have you come to my rescue," Caroline said sharply which she quickly regretted when she saw hurt flash over Damon's face. "Ohmygod, are you like vulnerable right now or something?" Caroline asked as she hopped from leg to leg cause hello….in desperate need of a potty break here.

"What? No. Maybe. I don't know." Damon stumbled as he mentally kicked himself in the ass. Of course Vampire Barbie would pick up on his current emotional state even if she didn't address it in the most tactful way. Why was he even here? He should be at The Grille drowning his sorrows in a bottle of bourbon with Ric by his side constantly nagging him to take the high road and be the better man. No wait, that's Elena. Maybe he could compel a pretty brunette to be his midnight snack, no not brunette, blonde. Yes definitely blonde. Oh wait, that's right. Ric's dead. That's why he's here. Cause where the hell else is he supposed to go right now? "Why are you still hopping around like a Mexican jumping bean Blondie? Is your leg seriously still asleep?" Damon asked as he watched Caroline hop up and down, trying to divert the attention back to her.

"I have to pee."

"Well go you psycho!" Damon said as he waved towards the door. In a flash Caroline was out of her bedroom and in the bathroom, finally getting the relief that she so desperately sought. Not two minutes later Caroline re-entered her bedroom only to find that Damon had left, through her window by the looks of it. Walking over to her window she scanned her yard before shutting it tightly. Picking up her phone she quickly typed a text and sent it to Damon.

I promise that next time I will answer my phone. – C

I'll hold you to that. - D