That morning (Y/N) woke up feeling more rested than ever before, her cold nearly forgotten. The only plus to drinking vampire blood was you healed really fast with no consequences - unless you died. And the taste, she cringed at the memory. She'll have to thank Klaus the next time they meet.

Speaking of Klaus. She didn't even hear him sneaking out, the spot where he'd been lying the night before was already cold when she woke up. His 'I know, love' kept replaying over and over in her head making her feel weird.

Shaking her head and turning over (Y/N) realised it was still early. She stretched and decided to hop in the shower and just get ready for the day, mentally listing everything she'd have to catch up on after missing a whole day because of the cold.

Stumbling down the stairs -this time just because she was a klutz and not because of dizziness- she remembered leaving her phone on the coffee table in the living room the day before. So grabbing it she turned towards the kitchen frowning at the 20+ messages and phone calls from Damon. But just as she was entering the kitchen the man himself started to fire questions at her:

"Have you lost your mind?! Did you honestly think we wouldn't figure it out?" He emphasized the 'we' with a gesture towards Stefan, who was sipping his coffee ignoring his brother.

Following suit (Y/N) passed the furious vampire, took her mug from the cabinet and poured herself a coffee. Taking her first sip of the hot beverage and savouring the taste, she took a deep breath before asking: "Figure what out!?"

"You slept with Klaus!"

(Y/N) spun around, sending everything on the counter flying including her mug and shattering it in the process. "WHAT!?" Rubbing her eyes and trying to 'wake up', she couldn't stop herself from laughing. Did her brother finally lose his mind? "I think, I would remember that."

Damon cringed, that was a mental image he would never ever be able to get rid of. "I called you yesterday, but you didn't answer. And then I come home to you sleeping and smelling like him."

"What are you? A dog?" (Y/N) joked leaning down to pick up the shards of what was once her favourite mug, cursing under her breath. Luckily she didn't get burned on the hot liquid, but the floor would stain if she didn't wipe it off fast enough. "And for not hearing you call, I left my phone in the living room."

Shaking his head Stefan pulled her up handing her a new mug -which she gratefully accepted- while shooing her away and cleaning up her mess. He was surprisingly relaxed about the whole scene. (Y/N) shot him a look over the mug and silently reminded herself to ask him later.

Meanwhile, Damon was pacing around the kitchen running his fingers through his hair in exasperation. "Why don't you see it: he's the bad guy. You can't sleep with the bad guy."

"Since when? I thought, you wanted me to be more like you?" Taking a sip (Y/N) sighed in content at the wonderful flavour, but looking up at Damon her expression turned sour. "And I don't think you get to judge me, since you- you know- were sleeping with Katherine, and Rebekah, and-"

"(Y/N)."

"You know, maybe I did sleep with him - maybe I didn't, it's none of your business."

"She has a point." (Y/N) shot Stefan a surprised look. Not only was he staying silent the whole time, but also siding with her on this? There was definitely something wrong with him.

"Come on, (Y/N). Why can't you see it? He's clearly manipulating you. You are seeing him behind our backs. Your old self would never do that."

"It's not really behind your backs, when you're not even here…" She muttered picking at a coffee stain on the counter Stefan missed. "And he's way nicer than you."

Throwing his hands up Damon groaned. Why couldn't she see reason and stop making his already complicated life worse? She was only human and he was trying keep her alive, in his own way at least.

In the meantime (Y/N) was pissed at her brother for constantly trying to mess with her live. She was an adult - even if she didn't look like it - and if she wanted to befriend one of the most dangerous (and beautiful, but shh) 'creatures' on earth, no one could stop her. Especially if he also wanted to be friends with her, at least she hoped so.

As Damon ignored her and just kept on mumbling about how he was going to kill the original, she decided to mess with him, and she knew exactly how. Leaning over to Stefan she gave him a conspiratorial look. "D'you know how much it costs to get an abortion, Stef?"

Damon whipped his head her way -she could nearly hear his neck cracking- his eyes burning holes through her skull, as she was inspecting her nails while leisurely leaning on the counter. Damon visibly swallowed a few times to calm down. "Are you pregnant?"

(Y/N) was taking her time with her answer. She knew she had his full attention and wanted to enjoy his unease to the fullest. Maintaining a neutral facial expression- though on the inside she was celebrating- she faked surprise. "Did I just say that out loud?"

"YES!"

"Good.", she grinned rolling her eyes at him. "No, you idiot! I'm not pregnant, 'cause I didn't sleep with Klaus."

Turning to place the empty mug in the sink, (Y/N) suddenly came face to face with Klaus himself. She shot Stefan a pouting look for not warning her, and feeling her cheeks grow hot, she greeted the original with a shy smile.

Raising his hand and placing it on her forehead, Klaus' eyes were soft. "Do you feel better?" The night before he could only stay long enough to make sure she wouldn't die. He felt weird leaving her behind and the moment the sun rose he wanted to check on her, but as always something came up and he could only come by now.

"Y-yes, thank you for that." The way her cheeks were heating up at his touch, made his smile widen, though as always the moment was cut short by Damon hissing and grabbing the original's hand.

"Ew, that's my little sister! Get your hands off her."

Frowning, Klaus turned his attention on the Salvatore. "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? As far as I know, the truce didn't involve you screwing my sister." He cringed at the word, Klaus' eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Damon. I had a cold yesterday and Klaus helped me-"

"Yeah, I can imagine-" Damon snapped, but hastily turned back to the hybrid to throw more accusations at him, who was just watching with amusement. It's not like Damon could seriously hurt him, right?

Meanwhile, (Y/N)'s frustration grew with every second. "No, it's cool. Keep going. It's not like I'm standing here or anything." Hearing Stefan chuckle she eyed him suspiciously. "What's wrong with you, btw?" At his questioning look she pointed at him. "It looks like you're enjoying this and wait for the drama to play out." She shook her hands for emphasis.

After the Mystic Falls Gang negotiated a truce with Klaus, and Stefan was released from the original's compulsion, he was plotting all kind of ways to piss off Klaus, without starting a new war. And pissing off Damon was probably the cherry on top.

"Maybe that's exactly my plan." Turning towards the fuming vampire, the younger Salvatore grinned, "Hey, Damon. Ask (Y/N) how Klaus 'healed' her.", starting to hum Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing. Hearing a roar from his brother, he chuckled.

"You're so not helping, Stef." When she realised she wasn't needed there, seeing as Damon wouldn't be able to hurt Klaus and Stefan wasn't trying to help or interfere either, she turned to leave. She took off with a wave at Klaus, a 'Call me when you've come to your senses, Damon.' and a 'See you later, traitor.' at Stefan.

Smiling after her, Klaus sighed and turned his full attention on the older Salvatore, wondering how he could talk some sense into him. Snapping his neck was a good start and (Y/N) would mind terribly, but he didn't want to make things more complicated. So, he opted to let Damon blow off steam and wait for a way out. He couldn't keep up forever, right?

Sipping a milkshake in the Grill, (Y/N) looked up when someone sat down in the booth across from her. With a grin she wanted to greet her friend, only to get interrupted. Not the first or the last time that day, she realised.

"So you and my brother!?" The smirk on the original's face made her shudder. "How come I'm the last to know? I thought we were friends…"

Hearing Stefan's snickering from somewhere- was he following her?- she shot Rebekah a pained look. "Et tu, Brute?"