Authors note: Rated K for this chapter
De is the ideal but I am beginning where I think Elena is at. A good timely evolve is my goal not just a random switch. I am not SE but good plot needs time and evolution to make sense. Bear with me the fun will start with the brothers, then focus on Elena and Family, friends and her choice over the distance. Yes it will play out. My terms, grammar and such may suck here and there, will take positive criticism, and or ideas. Anything you may want to see or not see as well. And I will point out many frustrations that people have, include spoilers when I can for season 4 ect.
Enjoy chapter 2 of my season 4
Title: "Just breathe"
And she does with a writhing gasp, her lungs fill with air. She chokes straining, eyes bulging as the pain escalates, then subsides. The million needles that are stinging her very pours itch as if she isn't within her own skin. Frantic and afraid, Elena calls out, "Stefan!"
A moment passes, and then he is there. Stefan looks at Elena pointedly, staring at her silhouette against the evening brush. The bridge is damaged, the car is still under the water, but she hasn't come full circle yet. It is that moment, the calm before the storm, before she will know. Oh Elena, he wonders at her. I'm so sorry. I didn't know. How could I...Stefan shakes back a wave of emotion, shivering down to his core.
Stefan can hear it all play out before him. He'd gone back down to get her, but she had already slipped away. His girl, floating in a sea of death, never further from him than now. He'd wasted no time rushing her to the surface, placing her still lifeless form on the ground. He'd begun to breath air into her lungs. Come on, he'd urged her. Don't leave me now. 1-2-3 breath! Again, his frantic and desperate moves seeking her chest, pushing, urging life into her form. Minutes pass.
Nothing.
It is only when Matt pulls him away from her body that he gives up. "She's gone," Matt utters pulling Stefan back. He tries to resume, and Matt pulls him away once more. Both boys fall to the cement. Stefan's face consumed by disbelief and horror, and Matt's with rage and disbelief. Elena...that last kiss was meant for her, not for him!
Stefan squeezed his eyes shut, trying to bear the pain, then the phone rang. It was Dr. Fell. "Stefan...I heard the ambulance call. What happened?" Her voice was seemingly small, contrite almost.
"She died," the last word hoarse and emphasized with longing and pain, remorse and guilt.
"Stefan." She begins.
"No I ha-I have to go." He pulls the phone from his ear ready to disconnect when he hears her.
"I-I helped her." She remains silent over the phone, no doubt giving him time to process.
"What do you mean?" He stands and shakes Matt's hands off his arm so he can stand over his beloved. He moves toward Elena once more. "Meredith-" his voice grows concerned and rises.
Her voice is sodden with pain when she manages, "I...helped her, Stefan." He could hear the tears, the hiccup like cries and breathing mixed with regret. Her voice came rushed, and whispered, "she had a severe brain injury earlier. She would have died."
"She is dead," he says simply, almost disbelieving.
"Not for long, Stefan." Meredith is trying to tell him something but all he can hear is the void of space that is threatening to subdue him. Matt's voice prompts him.
"What is it?" A few moments to not think about his long childhood friend-friends that have died tonight. He stares at the back of Stefan's rigid body and waits, but he gets nothing.
He can hear the shaking in the doctors voice, but he hangs up anyway. Once more he finds himself staring out into the abyss, on his knees, and the phone falls. Desperate, Stefan feels the well of emotion surface, consume him, and boil over. "Nooooooo." At her feet he sits on his legs rocking back and forth. His arms come to cover his face and pull at his hair. He was planning to meet the sun, but now...
...And he is back where he was a moment ago. He is still staring at Elena, who has come back to life.
Everything is so loud, the touch of his hand burns into hers, the night is so full of color..."What happened?" Elena says. "You revived me?" She looks around and observes the ambulance, the gurney, but the lack of EMT's. Confusion clouds her wet features. "Stefan?" she asks once more. His face looks ragged, like he has seen a ghost.
Her arms fray out to her sides, hands grip the gurney, and she vomits the last of the water. Stefan leans into help hold her wet hair from getting soiled. Patting her back gently, he wonders what he should say.
But that takes care of itself within moments. Stefan can hear the footsteps. He steps back just in time that his face meets the end of Damon's fist.