Title: Used to be Fun
Author: VampyrBarbie
Summary: While looking for ways to find Stefan, Caroline comes across a spell that she thinks will help Elena find 'Fun Elena' again.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries; I'm just borrowing it for a little while.
A/N: So, I write all of my fics at work, I have the world's most boring job (trust me), I write them out by hand then come home and type them up, most of them are two or three installments ahead of what I post based on the amount of time I have to type. So I vowed to update all my fics today, and realized that the only one that I had worked on this week was this one. So, enjoy and leave lots of reviews!
Last time: "Deal," Elena swung her legs off the couch and hopped up, pulling the shocked vampire with her. "Come on, old man, I've got a serious need to kick your ass at pool."
"Who are you and what have you done with Elena?" Damon let her pull him into the Library, hearing the others follow.
"This, my vampire friend, is the old Elena," Tyler told him. "Don't put any money on the game, man, she's a shark."
"I already signed my house over to her, what else could she possibly take?" Damon set about racking the balls while Elena selected a cue, weighing each one then checking the balance.
"The shirt off your back, your car for a week," Tyler ticked off on his hand.
"Personal butler service for a week, my Gucci shoes, my phone when hers was confiscated," Bonnie smiled remembering all the trouble they used to get into, the non-supernatural, life or death, normal teen trouble.
"Snuck into the back of the Sheriff's office to make fake IDs, my favorite hair clip, I think I still owe her like a hundred bucks," Caroline said absently.
"A hundred and fifty," Elena said distractedly, finally choosing a cue. "But I'll give it a pass on account of you dying and everything." She grinned at her friend and went to line up the cue ball for the break. "So, what's the wager, Demon-boy?" Elena winked at Damon, who was struck dumb for a moment before he decided to just go with it.
"I don't know," Damon said, coming right up behind her, leaning in so she was trapped against the pool table. "Didn't your friends just finish telling me not to make bets with you?"
"But that's no fun," Elena pushed her hips back into him, trying to get some room to turn around. Knowing he was probably pushing her too far, Damon stepped back, he was a bit surprised when instead of running away; Elena turned and sat on the edge of the table. "We always make a wager, and you have a hundred and fifty years of experience over me, don't you think you can beat little old me?"
"Fine, what do you suggest?" Damon asked, interested my flirty Elena.
"The shirt off your back, I like it," Elena eyed him in a way he felt distinctly familiar with; it was the way he looked at her when she wasn't looking. "I bet it'll be super comfy to sleep in."
"What do I get if I win?" Damon asked, wondering how determined to win he should be, since the thought of Elena sleeping in his clothes was a definite turn on.
"My shirt," she said, rolling her eyes. "Is it a bet?" Damon just nodded. "Then can you move so that I can break, or are you going to shadow me the whole game, because either way, I'll still win."
Elena slung Damon's shirt over her shoulder, enjoying the view and the rush of victory. "Who's next?"
Damon used his magnificent skills at dialing the phone to procure dinner later that night. Elena had managed to not only divest him of his shirt, and refused to let him get another, stating that those were the rules, everyone backed her up; but also won a weekend at the Lockwood family ski cabin, three free excuses from Ric, who joined them midway through the third game, any spell she wanted from Bonnie, and use of Caroline's super speed for a week to get whatever. She had already taken advantage of the last one to secure a few bottles of tequila for after dinner.
"Can I put on a shirt for dinner," Damon whined as soon as he got off the phone. "I'm cold."
Elena just rolled her eyes. "You're a vampire, you don't get cold." She ran her hand down his chest and enjoyed how his muscles jumped under her touch. "You'll just have to tough it out; it'll teach you not to lose your shirt so early on in the day."
"I don't know," Damon said, enjoying the feeling of her warm hands on his hips. "I'm kind of liking the attention, what do you say we ditch your friends and take this party up stairs?"
Elena just giggled and skipped over to the couch where Caroline was sitting with a deck of playing cards trying to determine if they had a full deck.
"Just wait until they have some of that tequila in them, Elena used to be quite the party girl," Tyler said to Damon. "I remember how much of a handful she was for Matt." Tyler leaned back against the railing watching the Blonde count cards. "Just be ready for strip poker, dancing on the pool table, and carrying her to bed at the end of the evening."
"I got a taste of fun Elena when we went to Atlanta, but it was more joking around and tequila shots, and less sticking her hands in my jeans." Damon said, sounding a little worried. "What did you guys do to her?"
"Nothing she'll regret," Tyler said cryptically.
"What on earth does that mean," Damon snapped at the wolf.
"It means she'll wake up on Monday morning feeling like she had a fun weekend," Tyler shifted to look at Damon. "Look, you'll have to talk to Bonnie about the particulars, but the way I understand it, the spell is designed to lift a burden temporarily to help jump start a person's healing process."
"She's dealing pretty well with my brother leaving," Damon said, knowing this would all end Monday, even if she wouldn't regret what she did, gave him pause.
Caroline abandoned the cards to Elena and joined the boys on the pool table level. "She's not mourning the loss of Stefan," Caroline leaned against the rail watching Elena talk animatedly to her brother and Bonnie, her laugh ringing throughout the room. "She never had time to mourn her parents, never got past their death like Jeremy did. Instead she took the weight of the world on her shoulders, and unless we do something, she'll do it again, now that Jenna and John are gone." Caroline turned to Damon, who for all intense and purposes she should hate, he used her and spit her out when it was convenient for him, he was the last guy she should ever wish on her best friend, but the bottom line was, Damon was in love with Elena, and she was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. Not to mention that Damon had grown into a good man, whether he wanted to admit it or not. "Elena won't get bent out of shape about Stefan; she's just not that girl. I think she clung to him because in this crazy reality, he was the safe choice, but he wasn't the Elena choice, at least not what she would have chosen before."
"Elena almost took over Matt, but he was used to her fire, Stefan was too good to really hold her long," Tyler said, scooting closer to Caroline, finding it encouraging when she didn't back away. "You said she went a little wild in Atlanta, was it wild in a way Stefan could have handled?"
"He couldn't have fit in that scene," Damon really thought about it. "She was throwing back shots like a pro, dancing around the bar, hustling bikers at pool; my little brother would have been very uncomfortable."
"And you?" Caroline asked, raising her perfectly manicured eyebrow, waiting for him to catch on.
"I brought her there, a friend of mine owned the bar," Damon told them, he shrugged. "It is without a doubt my scene."