I suppose I just wanted some real scenes for the upcoming 6x07. I'm that impatient ;D


Is there still a chance for us?

The moment their eyes met, he knew it was the moment he started breathing, existing again. And the only thing he wanted to do in that very moment, was to just... hug her tightly, press her close, to feel her, to just be with her.

But the look she gave him didn't mirror his...

"Well, I guess my theory of fireworks breaking off the compulsion didn't really work out," he started out lightly, a nervous breath escaping his lips. "Or you are just being unreasonably shy and not running into my arms like about... this moment would be good," he muttered in a lower voice, biting his lip.

Elena took a deep breath, biting on her lower lip.

"Guess not." He hoped he could hide the grave disappointment in his voice, but he couldn't. Coming on the sole note that their love alone could conquer the world, or, in this case, at the very least compulsion, would do that to a person.

"Sorry..." Her voice sounded apologetic but not wholeheartedly. It only added pain to his already crushed heart.

He gave her a weak smile. Not much to go by, but he would be damned if he gave up now. "Can I still come in though?"

Her eyes shot up to meet his, startled. Probably expecting him to give up from apparent failure. But if it's one thing this Elena Gilbert is gonna learn first, is that Damon is not giving up on them without a fight. Too much was done, said and lived to just stop now.

"Ah, yeh, sure. Come in." She hastily stepped aside to make room for him to pass.

He smiled gratefully at her, and stepped inside. "Gotta say, this place looks a lot more inviting. Now that you're here with me."

He could see from his peripheral vision her already making a face. "And I didn't say that to make you feel uncomfortable." He turned to look at her. "I'm just... so happy to finally be able to see you." He took a few small steps closer to her and brought his hand to cup her face. "God, Elena. You can't imagine how much I missed you." It felt like a heavy stone fell from his shoulders when he touched her. Only it didn't last. Before he could stop her, Elena took a step backwards, creating a definite distance between them.

She bent her head to the side, sighing. "Damon..." And, god, what it done to his body to hear her say his name. "I wish..." She took a breath. "I wish I could give you something to go by, but..." She looked at him and all he could see was pity. He blinked back the sudden rush of emotions he felt from that expression on her face. "I can't," she whispered.

He grimaced, trying to hide it beneath a small smile of understanding.

"I know what I'm supposed to feel-" Her voice rose with her own frustration, but then she collected herself. "I mean... I have like tons of evidence." She gestured around the room. "My journal, your stuff, Caroline, Ste-"

"You read it?" his voice interrupted her. She locked her gaze to his.

"Read what?"

"Your journal."

"Oh. Yeh, I did. I mean, not everything..."

"Isn't that evidence enough to give me a chance?" he asked her in an almost pleading voice. She felt somehow weak against his pleading eyes and soft voice which made chills run down her body when he said her name, but she couldn't get past the fact that the better, the a lot bigger part of her was full of hate for him.

"Yeh, but, Damon... I couldn't remember anything even after reading my journal, seeing things or seeing you... I don't think..." She timidly returned her gaze to his and as she feared, saw the utter desperation to not go down that road, to not say it. But she couldn't lie to him about what she truly felt.. It's not like she was ecstatic about this whole situation either. It felt like her choice was ripped away the moment Alaric became human. But it also made everything more real and permanent. So she could only give him the truth. "I think it's over, Damon."

He was prepared for it. No, screw that. He wasn't and never would be. But he tried to prepare himself for this possibility of hearing those words coming out of her mouth again. But he just could never be truly prepared enough. He closed his eyes as his brows furrowed in pain.

"I'm-" she tried to talk again, but he didn't let her.

"I'm gonna go now," he said, eyes looking straight at her. It made her breath catch in her throat of the intensity of emotions he displayed with his piercingly blue eyes alone. There was something about him that just... drew her in. She couldn't put her finger on it, but at the very least she could understand, that yes, her past self was attracted to him. And maybe more... But then she remembered what he said and nodded, drifting her eyes away. "Okay."

"But I'm coming back." His voice somehow sounded closer to her than before and she looked up to see him standing almost face to face with her. She could only gape at him.

"Didn't think it would be that easy to get rid of me, did you?" He smirked at her in a devilish way that she wondered if she only imagined his previous devastation.

She opened her mouth to speak, but was left with a breeze of a wind.

"See you around, Elena."

That night Elena fell asleep with her mind filled with love, passion and piercing blue eyes.


When she woke up it was like a shot of adrenaline. Like coming out of a nightmare, only it wasn't. A nightmare. It wasn't even a dream. It was a longing for a specific kind of emotions she never really knew she could have felt before. Much less miss it. It felt like everything in her life was possible she just... didn't take it. She nearly gave in to those temptations but then a rush of murder and grief hit her mind and she let out a frustrated groan. She couldn't help it but the more she tried to accept him, to feel something positive about Damon, the more strongly she felt hate.

She gripped the top of her PJs where her vampire heart was beating fiercely inside her chest. Just as she was calming down, a sound of text message disturbed her thoughts. Her eyes flew open and she rushed to fetch her cell.

"What'd you say we meet in an hour? Good enough, or should I give you more time? ;)"

Liam. She smiled at her phone. That's right. Liam was in her life now. And suddenly she felt that she really needed to see him.


Kissing Liam was like trying a new flavor. It wasn't exactly good or bad, just new. She supposed she liked him. He was funny, handsome, heroic. Everything she could ever want in a perfect boyfriend. And, in fact, if Damon had never came back, she would have probably spent some good years with getting to know Liam, being with him.

Damon.

And suddenly her thoughts were back again on him. She gritted her teeth, trying to calm herself down. She was with Liam now. She was going on a party with Liam. Not with Damon. Because Damon and her? They were over. It's sad that she could move on and he couldn't, not yet at least. But he will. She had to believe he would, because if he didn't...

But I'll come back.

She came to an abrupt stop, at the top of the stairs near the entrance. She was going to do this, and if she was going to do this, it will be without Damon. Without any mention of him this whole evening. It's an evening about her and Liam.

With a little bit confidence gathered she opened the doors to come inside. Piano was playing in the background and she could immediately feel herself relax more. The place looked cosy and warm, just what she needed for a romantic evening with Liam. And speak of the devil, the guy himself just joined to stand near her.

"Can I be your escort tonight, miss?" He offered her his hand with a soft smirk on his face. Elena smiled back at him and extended her arm to him but then stiffened when her body somehow rejected the contact and reminded of something similar.

"Elena?"

She blinked herself out of the trance and looked back at Liam. She better get a grip on herself. "Yeh, let's go inside."

And in that moment, she still truly believed that her evening would go Liam-friendly. Until the words reached her ears.

"Hi, Elena. How nice to see you here."

Yep, she was standing face to face with the devil itself. And with a date on her left arm no less. Which was starting to burn.

"Damon?"


She could only gape at him for a few moments. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know, Ric just couldn't imagine this evening going without me and invited me to come by." He twisted around to make a toast towards Alaric who just rolled his eyes. Elena sighed.

"Seriously, Damon, what are you doing here?" She brought her eyes to his and he only looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Damon? The Damon?" Liam had a big frown on his forehead.

"Well, well. So glad you've heard of me." Damon shrugged his eyebrows and took a sip of his glass, afterwards putting it somewhere on the nearest table.

"I thought you said he was dead," Liam cast a questioning glance at Elena. While she avoided eye contact with him and only looked like would rather be swallowed by the Earth itself. He was probably digging his own grave, passing this kind of opportunity for ruining them completely, but Damon was weak against all Elena's discomfort. So he went for a self-destruction button.

"Ah, well, you see, there's an interesting story to that... um, I'm sorry, I don't believe I've ever heard of you before. What was your name again?"

Liam immediately stood up straighter. "Liam."

Damon smirked at him in a way that made Liam uncomfortable. "So the ex meets the new guy."

"I think I can take you."

"Confident, pff, sexy," he commented on Liam like he was a prize to be valuated.

"Damon, leave him alone," Elena added in.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Elena, I'm just trying to clear up the misunderstanding of how the dead love of your life is not so dead anymore."

Elena bit her lip in frustration. Why did it have to keep happening to her? Couldn't he just leave her alone? "I don't think he needs to know, Damon." She looked at him pointedly. She understood that it must have been still hard for him to let go, but it didn't mean he could go and ruin her date as he pleased.

"No, I would like to know," Liam protested, putting a gentle hand on Elena's arm to which Damon immediately frowned at.

"It's one tragic story, actually," Damon rushed to start. "It was a car accident. Others may say a suicide mission but it couldn't be, right?" He locked his eyes with Elena, trying desperately to find something, anything in her expression but after a while she cast her gaze away. He swallowed the lump away and continued. "There was an explosion. Many people got hurt. Some dead, some not. Elena went out nearly unscratched, alive, and thank god for that." His expression softened momentary, making her eyes search his again. "But then me, yeh, I kind of got stuck on the other side. With no way back." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"You mean you were in a coma?" Liam looked at him sceptically.

"Ten points for you." Damon smirked at him. Elena tried to even out her breathing as she found herself mesmerized by his voice and apparently, even if altered, some real story of them being together. Even if a tragic one. "So, yeh, nobody really thought I would ever make it back... But, hey, I'm back." He smirked at Liam. "And you know how I said that she escaped nearly unscratched? Well, here's the thing. She got memory loss. I mean, it's pretty much selective, but..."

Liam spun around to face Elena. "Why you never told me this?" he asked softly. Not accusing but more curious if anything. Elena tried to focus back on the person she should have been paying attention most right now. "I-I don't know... I didn't think it matter."

"Well, I suppose not-" Liam started to say.

"Only it does," Damon bit out more forcefully, his expression strict. Liam sighed at him with...he didn't dare name the emotion in his mind because he was sure the new guy wouldn't be left living for long if he registered it.

"I'm sorry it happened to you, man. But I think Elena has the right to move on now."

Damon gritted his teeth inside his mouth. And it didn't help that he saw Elena casting nervous glances at his direction. Did she really think so low of him? That he would rip this tiny-thing in front of everyone, watching? Ah. Yeh, she did think so lowly of him now. Somehow the rage he had felt immediately diminished by half, disappointment taking over.

"You know what? I'll be the judge of that. I let myself tolerate your presence way too long." He grabbed Liam on the shoulders, his pupils dilating. "I need to speak to my girl right now, so you stay put right here and don't interrupt us until we're finished, okay? Thank you." He patted him on the shoulder with a casual smile on his face and spun around to face Elena.

She had a momentary disbelief written on her face but then just as quickly replaced by resignation and acceptance.

"I'm not going to say I'm sorry I came with him, Damon."

Damon furrowed his brows. "I didn't expect you to. I get it. You only had him after I was gone. And some part of you was seeking out love. I get that. But it doesn't have to be that way anymore, baby." He took a step closer to her, brushing a loose string of hair from her face.

Elena tried to discreetly put some space between them, but before she could do that, Damon took the hint and retreated his hand, letting it fall to his side. He looked like he was hurting more and more by each minute, and she just couldn't understand why would he try so hard. What could possibly be there? Of them? The things she didn't remember...

"Why are you still trying?" she asked before her brain could catch up with her. "I don't remember us, Damon. I probably never will. So why're you still trying?"

He looked at her like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But I do!" And there it was again, his intensity, his passion that it was sometimes too much overwhelming to even be near him. "I remember everything! From the very moment I first laid my eyes on you as you, to the moment I had to tell you goodbye while being hopeless to help with you grieving me."

It that moment, she felt like he consumed her. Like her whole existence was becoming not hers but his passion alone. She exhaled a shuddering breath.

"What we have..." He locked his gaze with Elena's uncertain, nervous one. "Had," he corrected himself. "It's worth fighting for," he breathed out. "So, I'm not giving up on us." He forced a small smile to come on his face. Taking a step forward, he leaning in and kissed her gently on the forehead before she could properly react. The contact made her suddenly feel immobile, just standing still. The things he did to her body. He was dangerous. If for anything, it was her sanity. That she was certain of. Because when she came out of the trance, Damon was already gone.

And she was left standing in the middle of a crowd filled with questioning gazes and a still rotten to the spot Liam. Whom she hadn't thought about at all in the past minutes.

She was not sure her life was in her hands anymore.


the end/to be continued...(?) I suppose it could go both ways.

Would be grateful to know what you thought of this ^^