Hey guys! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update. I really suck at completing things in a timely manner! But I feel really bad about it, especially with Anna's death (which made me yell and cry) and Vampire Diaries on hiatus. I just want you to know that I'm not going anywhere! I still have plenty of Janna inspiration! Anyway, I feel the need to explain what I'm going to be doing with this story in a bit more detail. Basically, it will be (mostly) unrelated one-shots about Anna/Jeremy clips from the series. If I ever do something that is completely AU, it will be posted as a separate one-shot. This will just be things that relate to the show. This particular chapter is Jeremy's POV when the device is activated in the season finale. I thought that was a devastating part, and I tried to capture Jeremy's fury and hysteria. I hope I did alright, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own Vampire Diaries, or Anna wouldn't have died. In fact, she would have killed John in a badass fight!

Looking Deeper (Anna/ Jeremy Drabbles)- A Rough Night

She moaned in pain, and he froze. What was happening? Just a moment ago, she had been whispering nonsensical fragments of an explanation. He hadn't understood what she was saying, and then the words had stopped: replaced by the sounds of her agony. She begged him to end her distress, and the words nearly killed him. He didn't know what to do.

Since his parents death, he'd told himself that if anyone, anyone at all, needed him, he'd help them. And now the girl he loved needed him, and he didn't fucking know what to do. He felt angry, and scared, but worst of all, helpless. And still she screamed. He tried in vain to fix her. He held her tight, and silently prayed to whatever forces may be out there. If he could just have this one thing, he'd be good forever. He'd never drink, or shout, or swear again, He'd be perfect, if he could just keep her.

But it seemed that he had done too much already, because Anna's cries still ricocheted through his mind, slicing into it. She clutched at his sweater, pulling hard. He could feel her weakness through the material, in the way she wasn't ripping it to shreds. His terror increased, and he felt as though blades were at his throat: her every scream a slow, aching drag of metal. Never before had he seen her so vulnerable, like a small child. Her hands pressed even tighter to her head, and he pulled her as close to him as he could. He tried to comfort her, to rub soft circles on her temple, but his hands were shaking so damn badly. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, and called his name, sending slivers of anguish through his body.

A man in a uniform entered the bathroom, and his first thoughts were relief. Someone was here to help her. But then he heard the words, "I got one." He should have known then, he should have held tighter. He would despise himself for it later, but at that moment, he didn't know. The man reached for Anna and pulled her away, slipping her from his grasp all too easily. He stared, his whole body numb. What are you doing? He could hear the hysterical edge to his voice, and he knew the question was pointless. It would not be answered, not by the man wrenching away his last link to sanity. However, despite his all-consuming desire to do so, he could not force his limbs to move.

Another officer rushed in, and plunged a needle into Anna's shoulder. He repeated his fruitless question, in between demanding them to leave her alone. He shouted for her, calling her name as they dragged her away. One of the officers held him back, ignoring the rising fury and panic in his tone. The door slammed shut behind her and he felt a sickening twist in his stomach. They were going to kill her. He continued to scream her name: calling for her, as if some unseen force would simply bring her back to him. The officer held him back, attempting to placate him. However, nothing would calm him down until he saw Anna again. He pulled away from the man, pounding against him with fists diminished by shock. He was furious at his own weakness. He couldn't lose someone else. That thought gave him a burst of strength, and he pushed the officer off him, just for a second, but that was all he needed. He ran out of the bathroom, bolting after Anna. He trusted his gut instincts, turning wherever it felt right to do so. This was a matter far too urgent for logic. He ran out of the building, onto the street. He didn't know how long it took, but eventually his gut-feeling changed. He was no longer running towards her: he was running from the truth. He was never going to see her again. Yet he still refused to stop. If he didn't let give up, didn't allow that news to sink it, maybe it wouldn't be true.

Eventually though, being as he was still human, he did have to stop. Only to give in to the urge to vomit. He emptied the contents of his stomach, unsuccessfully trying to banish his pain. What he really wanted was to empty his mind, and his heart. Breathing heavily, he turned and begun to walk back towards where he had just ran from. He knew that an officer would catch up with him eventually. That was the consequence of being part of a founding family: everyone knew your fucking name. He was right. Not even two minutes later, a large man rounded the corner ahead of him, shouting at him to stop moving. He did as he was asked, and the man grabbed his arms with a strong grip. The officer shouted into his radio, and soon police car drove up beside the two. He found himself being shoved into the backseat, and the car begun to move. He could hear the men in the front whispering about him. Fragments of sentences flew past his ears. "Jeremy Gilbert?" "Poor thing, he couldn't have known." "I wonder what he's thinking." Nothing. He was thinking of nothing. Then, eventually, home. He thought of this because that was where the car stopped.

He stepped out of the car as soon as the door beside him opened. The man who had stopped him on the street escorted him to his front door and knocked loudly. A moment later, Jenna stood in its place. She furrowed her brow and questioned the officer. The explanation given was cryptic. It was simply, "He's had a rough night." Jenna frowned for a moment before reaching out and ushering him inside. The officer walked back to the police car, which was gone in seconds. The whole exchange took so little time, it was as if it had never happened. The pain enveloping his entire body was the only reminder that tonight had not been an ordinary night. Tonight he had lost someone else. He couldn't handle caring about another person, only to have them ripped away from him. Anna would be last person he ever cared about.

Jenna led him up the stairs, kindly allowing silence to numb his brain. It was as though he was holding ice over a cut. The pain was still there, and the ice stung, but it was a hell of a lot better than an open wound. They stopped outside his bedroom door, Jenna looking into his eyes before seemingly deciding not to question him. She offered a slight, wavering smile before heading back down the stairs. He entered his room and begun to pace, before realizing that it would do nothing for him. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. He couldn't run, and he wouldn't cry. Not yet. He refused to give up hope. That was all he had left now. He sat down on his bed and fixed his eyes on his window. He banned all thoughts of the even from his mind and simply stared at the window. Waiting for someone who would never come.

So there you go! What did you think? Was it terrible? Did I write Jeremy right? Please review and let me know! Thanks for reading, and please review! They seriously make my world! And while we're on the topic, thank you to everyone who review last chapter! You guys are all amazing! Special shout-out to ashbail256, whose review brought tears to my eyes! I love it when people enjoy my writing, and I plan on having more of Anna's POV in upcoming chapters! REVIEW!