AN: Thanks for all the reviews! Here's chapter two!

Damon POV:

Damon groaned. He wondered what he was doing, lying on the forest floor. Then, it all came rushing back. Crap! Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! I should've listened to May! Damon had no clue what to do. He didn't even know what had happened yet. He hadn't even looked. The truth was, he was afraid to look. What was he going to find when he opened his eyes? Maybe he'd grown two heads or something!

Sighing dramatically, Damon cracked an eye open. It was dark. He waited a moment for his eyes to adjust. The first thing he saw was a small boy lying next to him. Oh hell, I guess I know what happened now… Frowning, he sat up and inspected himself. Sure enough, he was small. And, to top that all off, he was naked in the middle of the woods. Great! Now what?! Then, he remembered the backpack. It was lying on the ground near his head. He pulled it closer to him, not wanting to leave his warm-ish shirt. Unzipping it, Damon gasped. May was brilliant! She'd packed him little kid clothes! This shouldn't have made him happy, but compared to the alternative, it was wonderful!

He took out a black shirt, a pair of jeans, and some shoes. There was even a coat! He looked over at Stefan. He seemed to be smaller than Damon was. But, he would have to deal. Damon took out another shirt, this one grey, and another pair of jeans and threw them at his brother.

"Unnngh…" Stefan groaned. Damon just stared at him. It brought back creepy memories, seeing his brother like this. It reminded him of all the things he'd done wrong. Of course, this must have been the point. Make Damon feel terrible. Yes, Damon Salvatore, laughing stock of the universe!

"Wha's goin' on?" Stefan asked, attempting to sit up, but falling back onto the ground.

"Er, take a look, bro." Damon replied. He watched as Stefan looked down at himself, then at Damon, then back at himself. It was a bit funny, watching Stefan's head jerk back and forth. Eventually, he stopped and stared at Damon as if he were Satan himself.

"What day is it, Damon?"

"I don't know. You think I pay attention to dates? Put on some clothes!" Damon yelled. He was pretty angry now. He knew it was his fault and he knew that Stefan knew that it was his fault. Stefan didn't have to rub it in, though. He didn't have to go out of his way to make Damon feel like crap. He could do that himself. In fact, he could do it easily.

"Damon! Didn't May ever tell you that-"

"Yes, May warned me before I came over to your house. I didn't think it would actually happen!" Damon cut him off. It was so stupid. It wasn't his fault. Okay, so maybe it was a little bit his fault. What were they going to do? They were stuck in the middle of a forest halfway across the country. Not only that, but they were human and small. It was not the ideal situation. Nor was it the expected situation.

He turned away when Stefan began to change. First of all, he was angry and needed to look at something other than his brother. Plus, he really didn't want to look at his brother naked. It was just gross. Sure, Damon didn't care if people saw him naked, but that was because he was good looking. Stefan, on the other hand, hadn't inherited all of Damon's awesome genes.

"You can turn around now." Stefan told him when he was finished. Damon looked him over. The clothes fit well enough, Damon didn't like to admit it, but he and Stefan had always been close in height. Apparently, along with his "awesome genes", Damon had inherited the short genes.

"Now what? What do we do? How do we get out of here?" Stefan was beginning to panic. Tears were welling up in his little eyes. Damon sensed a disaster and worked hard to prevent it.

"Now," he said, "We call May." He dug into the pocket of his pants, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu. It was weird because the situation was totally different, yet he was doing the same thing. It brought him back to the "monster under the bed" experience. Oh, how he had hated that night. He found the phone and pressed speed dial 1. That was May. Damon had set her as #1 because he had decided it was the easiest to press. She had called him lazy, but he didn't mind. Labels were labels.

The phone rang and rang. Damon was losing hope. He knew May didn't always have her phone on her. If she didn't pick up, he'd be forced to call Elena. That would be embarrassing. Then he would have to tell her about Stefan. The whole thing would be a disaster. Then, a miracle happened, May picked up.

"Damon? How's the party?" May answered. He could practically hear her smiling.

"Bachelor party from hell." He replied. He heard May gasp. He knew that she knew that he knew that he'd messed up big time. Wow, what a convoluted sentence. My brain is fried.

"Damon! I told you to be careful! What happened? Tell me everything. Where are you?" Damon sighed. That was the question he'd been hoping to avoid. He didn't want her to know exactly how stupid he was. But, he needed her help. How the hell was he supposed to make it home? Especially with Stefan, who couldn't be older than two.

"Well, I was running with Stefan in the woods and I checked my watch. It was about the time I'd left that bar a year ago, so I figured I'd be okay. Then, I stopped being careful. When I pushed Stefan down, I had to help him up. But, when I grabbed his hand, there was a flash and then I felt like crap. I woke up small."

"Oh my gosh, Damon! You were touching Stefan when it happened? Does that mean…?"

"Yeah. I messed up, May," Damon was starting to cry. He wanted to stop, but he knew he couldn't. He was in a bad situation. He was far from home and without food or water. He was small and lonely, with Stefan as his only company. Could there be a worse situation?

"Hey, hey. Calm down, Damon. You have to get a handle on your emotions. Don't break down, okay? Now, where are you? I can come get you." Damon only cried harder. He knew she couldn't come get them. They were out in the middle of who-knows-where and it was very far away from home.

"Well, hic, we're really far away. I don't, hic, know!" Damon sobbed. He could feel Stefan looking at him, but he didn't care. He just wanted to go home and sleep.

"Okay, it's okay, Damon. You're far away. But, there's an easy fix to this. Elena is a vampire. She can follow your scent and I can follow Elena. Then, we can fix you both." At this, Damon relaxed a little. "You just need to find your way out of the forest. Get to the nearest edge, okay? Can you do that for me?" May finished. Damon nodded before realizing she couldn't see him.

"Yeah, I can try. What about Stefan? He's smaller than me!"

"How much smaller?"

"I don't know. He's, like, two. Oh no! That means I'm five! I don't want to be five, May! I'm getting married in a week!"

"Don't worry. We'll have you fixed by then. For now, work on getting to the edge of the trees. I don't care which edge, just an edge. I have to be able to drive there."

"Okay," Damon sniffled a little before continuing, "I'll do my best. I love you!"

"You too, Damon. See you as soon as I can." She hung up. Damon suddenly felt hopeless. The whole thing was ridiculous. How was he supposed to walk with Stefan, a toddling two-year-old, to the edge of the forest? How many miles would that be? Still, he was older, so that meant he was the leader.

"Okay, Stefan. May said to get to the edge of the forest. We'll have to walk because, well face it, we don't have any other options. We'll take turns carrying the backpack. Got it?"

Stefan nodded. Damon wiped his face on his shirt before heading in a random direction.

"Wait, don't you think we should go north?" Stefan asked.

"What? Why would we go north?"

"I don't know, aren't you always supposed to go north?"

"No! You go whatever way you want, but I'm going this way!"

"No! We should go north!"

"No! We should go this way!"

"We're going north!"

"We're going this way!"

"North!"

"This way!"

"North!" Stefan shouted, "Ow! Damon!" Damon had punched Stefan in the arm. He wanted to go in his direction. Who cares if they went stupid north? He gave Stefan an ultimatum.

"Well, I'm going this way. You can go north, but when you get eaten by a bear, nobody's going to save you." He saw Stefan stiffen and shake his head before heading in the direction Damon had chosen. Score one for Damon!