This is an edited version, I was really ashamed of how many words i left out. So here is the new version. A little scene set in "Smells like teen spirit between Damon and Elena.

28, 29, 30, 31. Elena Mentally counted as she lifted the bar or weights over her head and back down to her shoulders. She could have continued for a while longer, if it hadn't been for Damon's russet tone calling out to her from the doorway. 'Cute outfit.' He remarked. Elena peered over the bar, and she couldn't deny that her heart defiantly skipped a beat when she saw him casually leaning against the doorframe, his ever present smirk lighting up his face. 'What are you doing here?' She asked as she lowered the bar back onto its holder and sat up to face him.

'Well, Rick called me to tell me that Buffy was training in the school gym, through a lucky guess I assumed he meant you.' Damon strode over to table where Elena had set up a variety of anti-vampire weaponry, and started to fiddle with one of the stakes. 'So, what's your plan, oh warrior princess.' He playfully jabbed the stack in Elena's direction.

'I want to lock him up.' Elena blurted out. Damon froze. So she wanted to help Stefan through rehab, he should have guessed. He contemplated this, wondering how on earth she expected to accomplish this.

'What makes you think that it's going to work?' He finally asked.

'What makes you think it won't?' She challenged.

'Stefan's high on human blood,' Damon shrugged, a tone of reason entering his voice now. 'A lot of it, that makes him strong, stronger then last time.' Elena remembered the last time only to well. Stefan had actually begun to frighten her with how aggressive he became. She didn't want to remember that right now, so instead she turned her mind to the one thing that was guaranteed to keep her mind off Stefan, taunting Damon.

'Stronger then you?' She asked innocently.

Damon scoffed, 'I wouldn't go that far.' He defended himself, placing the stake back on its rightful place on the table. Elena stood up to her full height, making herself face to face with Damon, and forcing herself to look directly into his shockingly blue that she imagined he got from his mother, without getting lost in them . But that was easier said then done.

'Are you going to help me or not?' She demanded. Damon kept staring deep into her eyes, until he found the missing link he was looking for.

'You're afraid of him aren't you?' He asked.

Elena's eyes widened in horror, 'What? No! I mean…'

'You know all of this training isn't going to help you defend yourself against him.'

Elena's fear became even more pronounced as he said this, but Damon felt like she needed to be pushed, just to be sure she understood what he wanted to make her understand. Before she could even bat an eyelid, Damon had grabbed Elena's wrist and spun her around, pressing her close against his body. His hands, ever-so slowly crept their way around her waist. Damon could feel her shacking slightly in his arms. He was noticing her fear building every second he held, but he was also noticing, that she wasn't asking him to stop. He brought his jaw to the tight ponytail she had constructed at the base of her hairline, and set her hair free by ripping her hair band off with his teeth and spitting it down onto the ground, letting it fall freely down her spine and around her neck. Thump, thump, thump, Elena's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, but still she was not asking him to pull away. Damon trailed her lips along the right side of her neck, pushing strands of hair out of his way. His cool breath was icy and tickled her skin. Elena was almost ashamed to admit to herself, that she was actually…enjoying it. She hear Caroline's voice from weeks ago telling her, you are attracted to him,and all of his bad brother glory!What if she was right? Damon lips her pressing against the bare skin that was the only protection she had for her jugular vein as he whispered. 'It would be that easy for him, no matter what you do. But you don't need to be afraid of him.' He pulled away then, turning her slowly back away from him again. Elena was still having difficulty breathing as she stared back into his eyes. 'No one is going to hurt you, not even my brother.' He assured her, adding his promise. 'I'll help you.' He nodded reassuringly at Elena, who felt herself nodding back almost as if she was keeping compelled.