A/N: Hiiiiii my lovely readers! I'm super, super sorry I haven't updated in like, 3 weeks. I know it's an excuse but.. my computer had a virus. :O So, I hope you enjoy the chapter! & if you have anything to say, please review, 'cause I'm not psychic! ;P

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Damon sat on the plush couch, rubbing it slowly with his thumb. It was soft to the touch, and comforting. It was this that he focused on as Stefan talked and talked. His voice calm, even in the hypothetical storm. But Damon didn't want calm. He didn't want to sit here and think about theories on why he was invisible. He wanted to drink, and get the whole damn thing out of the way. Cut to the chase.

"Call the witch." He interrupted Stefan's speech on another one of the hundreds of theories he'd gone through in the past half hour. "Now."

Stefan nodded. He pulled his phone out of his jeans and turned to Elena. "Do you think she'd be ok with it?"

Elena nodded slowly looking at her boyfriend for just a second before turning back around. It had been awkward between them, these thirty something minutes. They were all somewhat avoiding the 'why could she see him?' question. But it hung in the air, the elephant was in the room. And it was humongous.

"Bonnie, we're gonna need you to call back. It's important." Stefan put the phone down, his head falling in defeat. "Voice mail." He said as if they didn't already know.

Elena glanced at the clock in the kitchen, doing a double take. Jenna was going to be here in seconds, not to mention bringing Jeremy along. Her hair fell in front of her face as her head dropped to her knees.

"Jenna's going to be here soon. He needs to leave." She nodded her head towards Damon, who Stefan could only imagine was sitting on the couch.

"Why? She can't see me anyways." He sunk back in to the couch, lying across it.

"How do you know?" Elena picked her head up, an idea forming in her brain. "What if it's the Gilbert's that can see you?" Her eyes went back and forth from Stefan to Damon. "Wouldn't that make more sense?"

"Maybe." Damon said, looking up at the ceiling. "But that wouldn't be nearly as much fun, now would it?" He smirked, giving Elena a sideways glance, granting him a big long eye roll.

"No, that would make sense." Stefan said, surfacing from a deep thought. "Maybe, the, well, the whatever has something to do with the Gilbert family." He gave Elena a careful glance. "It just wouldn't make sense if Elena was the only one who could see you."

"Then lets wait until Jeremy and Jenna get back." Damon said, sitting up again. "This whole-"

"Elena- Hey." Jeremy walked through the door, smiled at his sister and nodded at Stefan. "Where's everybody else? I thought you were having a party or something."

Jeremy strode through the living room, not once looking at the 'empty' couch. He went straight to the fridge, grabbed a coke, and popped it open while leaning casually against the counter. He raised one shapely eyebrow at Elena.

"I dis-invited everyone." She said, avoiding his stare. Her gaze reverted toward the coffee in her cup that was held tightly in her small hands. "Where's Jenna"

"Grocery shopping- I think." His lips covered the opening of his soda as he tipped his head back, the liquid rolling down his throat and his adams apple bopping up and down. He swiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, wiping away the only evidence that he had ever drank anything.

Elena finally spoke, in a clipped voice, her hands clasped together as tightly as possible.

"You can't see him."

"See who?" Jeremy smiled awkwardly.

"Damon." Elena's mouth had formed a narrow, straight line, her eyes rid of feeling. "He's on the couch." Damon smirked in response, his own eyes wandering to Elena's glazed ones.

"He's on the-" Jeremy arched his neck to get a better view of the couch. "No he's not." His eyebrows came together, creasing the light skin between them. His chocolate eyes danced across the room, first to Elena, then the floor, then Stefan. It went like this for minutes, that dance. The air in the room grew thicker as Elena and Stefan avoided Jeremy's glances, having only eyes for each other. Thoughts were passed silently, and with a nod between the two, Elena finally spoke.

"He's invisible." Elena said simply, her gaze once again dropping to her fingers. She had a sudden fascination with her knuckles, as she cracked them one at a time. Why did they have wrinkles on them? Why did they crack like that? Was she going to get arthritis?

"What? Damon?" Jeremy's hand froze halfway in the air, his eyes glued to Elena.

"Yeah." Stefan spoke up for Elena.

"Howdy." Damon said nonchalantly, picking an invisible hand up to wave. Jeremy's eyes shot to the couch.

"Wait, that wasn't-"

"Damon? Oh no, of course not." Damon rolled his eyes, sinking deeper into the couch. His eyes flitted, finally closing and opening him to a world of darkness. Maybe I should stay invisible, it could be interesting.

"So, how'd he get, well, like that? Invisible?" Jeremy strained to get the word out, absentmindedly pulling out a much to long arm hair.

"We don't know." Stefan sighed slightly, his optimism faltering. "Elena is the only one who can see him. So far."

Elena looked up slightly at the mention of her name, but soon returned to her stare.

"Elena?" Jeremy glanced at his sister. "That's interesting to say the-"

"Hey guys!" Jenna walked into the living room, her arms heaped with overflowing grocery bags. "Jer? A little help?"

As Jeremy jumped to help Jenna, Elena's head swung to the once open door, which had slammed just seconds ago.

"Wow, that wind's getting bad." Jenna chuckled, pulling some lettuce out of the big brown paper bag. "Salad with dinner?"

Elena nodded but didn't speak, the words Damon had whispered in her ear were consuming her thoughts.

I'll be back.

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"Elena."

Her eye's flitted slightly as her body shook from his push.

"Elena wake up."

He pushed her shoulder again, gentler this time.

"Listen, Elena, we need to talk."

"Jer I don't care about your-"

She finally opened her eyes only to close them again. His hand covered her mouth, stifling the scream.

"Damon what're you doing here?"

She sat up, peeking out at him from under her lashes. It was still dark, and even making out his face was straining.

" I said I'd be back."

He shrugged, sitting down at the end of the bed. .

"You should go." Elena sighed, crossing her arms defiantly.

"I know but… We should talk." Damon slid a hand through his hair, taking a quick glance at her.

She sighed again, giving in to her drowsy thoughts.

"Can you at least turn on the light?"

In a split second the light was on, and Damon was back in his spot on her bed. The pair didn't speak for a couple minutes until Elena finally broke the deafening silence.

"So?"

Damon looked at her, his gaze lingering just a moment too long.

"I think, Well I think this has to mean something. You know, that you're the only one who can see me."

Elena's eyes widened slightly, but she kept her mouth flat.

"How do you know I'm the only one who can see you?"

"Don't avoid the meaning, Elena."

He looked at her harshly, his eyes silently scolding her.

"It's just some spell, some kind of a mistake a witch made."

Elena said in a reassuring tone. She repeated it again in her head, liking the simplicity of it.

It's just some spell, some kind of mistake a witch made.

"Come on Elena," He rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. That this has something to do with- us."

His hand fell on to her feet, massaging them lightly from on top of the blanket.

"Damon." Elena said, warning in her tone, pulling her feet up quickly.

"Elena." He mimicked, a ghost of a smile appearing on his perfect lips. Her arms wrapped tighter around her body, and she fought the urge to smile back at him.

Suddenly, she was overcome with an anger towards him for changing things up on her, for making her feet tingle at his touch, for making that tingle rush through her body, for making her want to smile at him.

"I haven't thought about it, Damon. Not at all. There'd be no need to because there is no 'us'. You're nothing but my boyfriend's brother to me."

That ghost of a smile swept off his mouth as if her words had carried it into the cold air. He stood up abruptly, walking towards her window.

"And you're nothing but my brother's girlfriend to me." He lied, jumping off the window.

Elena lied back down, but she no longer intent on sleeping. She swiped at her eyes once, and then got up to turn off the light. She was once again left in the darkness, but this time, her mind was full of it, too.

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