Hey guys! Didn't expect me to update so fast, did you? :)

I've been getting back into enjoying writing so here ya go! I was struggling a little bit to figure out what I wanted to happen with everything, but I think I've gotten everything down pat!

Quick question!

What do you think Chandra/Katherine should do to say "game on"?


Previously on Rebirth...

I swallowed thickly, glad that I didn't have the iron taste of Damon's blood in my mouth.

"Me too," I thought about what Stefan said to me, about Chandra and Katherine being back in town.

Although, Zach preferred to be on a need-to-know basis, I decided that this was something he definitely needed to know. The fact that my doppelganger had managed to fool Damon already - in some way – was proof enough.

So, I explained to Zach about how Katherine and Chandra were back in town, and that he shouldn't invite either of "us" in.

After I made sure he understood how similar they looked to us, we grabbed some bowls and ate dinner in peace.


Third Person POV

Stefan and Katherine walked the perimeter of the Lockwood property. They chitchatted about the Lockwood's land and vengeful vampires.

Stefan suddenly stopped walking. "You haven't changed at all, have you?"

Katherine smirked, crossing her arms. "But you have. You're stronger, meaner…it's sexy."

His brows lowered. "Don't flirt with me, Katherine. I'm not Damon and you aren't Chandra. I haven't spent the past 145 years obsessed with you."

She hummed quietly, eyeing her once lover. "Yeah, but based on you all's choice of women, I'd say otherwise. Although, it does bother me that you're falling in love with someone else."

Stefan stared blankly at the woman. He'd spent the last 145 years trying to come to terms with the fact that everything he thought was real was compelled by Katherine – and that he had no self-control when it came to human blood.

"I was never in love with you, Katherine. You compelled me, so none of my feelings were real."

Katherine's bottom lip jutted out as she gazed at the broody man. "Believe whatever you want, Stefan. But I know the truth and deep down, so do you."

She left her finger on his hard chest, having poked him when she said that he knew the truth as well.

He scoffed. "The truth? Well, the truth is that you and Chandra are both the same lying, manipulative and selfish bitches you've always been. So, for whatever reason you all decided to be here, why do you get it over with and then leave? Because if you don't, I will hunt you down and rip your hearts out."

Katherine stared hard at Stefan. "You want to know why I'm here Stefan? I can't speak for Chandra, but I can speak for myself. I came back…for you."

Stefan snorted. "Well, the problem, Katherine, is that I hate you."

Katherine turned to rip an iron stem from the ground and in a flash, she had stabbed it deep into Stefan's stomach.

Her hand still on the stem, she raised her eyes to meet Stefan's. "You hate me, huh? That sounds like the beginning of a love story, Stefan, not the end of one."

With one fluid movement, she tugged the rod from his stomach and disappeared.

~0~

Elena met Stefan at a bench near the lake on the Lockwood property as soon as she could. They were talking quietly when Damon arrived, having trailed Elena.

"So," he said standing in front of them, arms crossed. "Katherine's back?"

Stefan nodded, wincing as Elena dabbed at his wound.

"We got a crazy ex on the loose," he glanced at Elena, smirking. "You better watch out, looks like Kathrine is trying to steal your guy."

Elena frowned, meeting Damon's cocky gaze. "She's not the only one who's back, Damon."

Damon's brows narrowed and a crazy, kind of wounded look crossed over his face.

"Chandra's back too and I've think she's already messed with you, by the way Katherine was talking," Stefan said, studying his brother's reaction.

Damon cursed under his breath and mumbled what Stefan thought sounded like, so that's why she kissed me back.

Elena got to her feet. "I'm going to go check on Jenna and Jeremy. Let me know when you guys are done."

Stefan nodded.

"The blonde that was here today," Damon said slowly, thinking back to when who he thought was Caroline approached him, "Was that Chandra?"

Stefan pressed his lips together and nodded again.

Damon cursed again, beginning to pace.

"You kissed her, didn't you?" Stefan asked, getting to his feet. "Caroline, I mean."

"Yeah, I did," Damon angrily said, turning to glare at his brother. "You gonna fight me?"

Stefan snorted. "No."

"Why? I would fight me!" Damon continued, still pacing. "I kissed your little sister, basically…me!" he gestured to himself, as if he was some big, horrible person.

The younger brother shrugged. "You only kissed her because you feel something for her, because you actually care. I'm not gonna let either of them come in and destroy that part of you that is finally, after all these years, willing to feel something!"

Damon stared blankly at his brother.

Though he would never admit it, Stefan was right. He did feel something for Caroline, something more real and more intense then he had for Chandra. He knew it was real feelings, not compelled feelings. He knew he felt something and that scared him more than anything or anyone ever could.

By the time Damon had stopped pacing and thinking, Stefan was gone.

~0~

A few days had passed, and I'd mentally cleared myself to go train with Alaric again. I didn't want to get out of the habit or let myself get lazy and stop training entirely. So, since it was a Saturday morning, I woke up at seven and tromped up the stairs to the next floor and knocked on Alaric's door.

Alaric opened the door, his hair a mess.

"Caroline," he greeted me, looking a bit confused. "What can I do for you?"

I smiled and gestured to my workout pants and top. "I was hoping we could start training again."

He eyed my body warily. "Are you sure you've recuperated enough? You were in a car accident like three days ago, Care."

I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Damon helped me remember?" I mocked bit my arm and his eyes widened.

"I figured as much since you got out of there so quickly," he sighed, running his hand through his brown hair. "Okay. Give me like ten minutes. I'll meet you at the fountain? We can run around town today."

I smiled and nodded. "That works…well, I'll see you there."

Alaric shut the door and I began my short walk to the fountain.

~0~

When I arrived at the fountain, I noticed Damon and the sheriff across the street, walking and talking. I hadn't heard from Damon since I saw him at the hospital. Whenever I was at the Salvatores, he seemed to avoid me.

"Damon! Sheriff Bennett!" I called, waving to them.

I glanced across the street before briefly jogging across to them.

"Sheriff Bennett, would you mind if I stole Damon from you for a minute?"

Bonnie's father smiled warmly at me. "Of course Caroline, go right ahead! We just finished talking anyways."

Damon clenched his jaw and eyed me irritatedly. Nonetheless, he followed me away from the sheriff and back to the fountain.

"What Blondie?"

"I'm just seeing how you're doing is all," I explained. "Because by now you know that Chandra's back in town."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm great, Blondie. Walking on the sunshine, thanks so much for asking."

I sighed, staring at my friend. "Damon."

What could Chandra have possibly done? I could tell he was being weird about something…

"Caroline," He stated, expressionless.

"What did Chandra do to make you avoid me?"

He snorted. "Psh, me? Avoid you? Nahh."

I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest. "We should be able to talk about whatever this is, Damon!"

The man turned to look at my face as the frustration met my voice.

"We're close enough now, aren't we? I really wanna know how you're doing."

Damon didn't say anything, so I stepped closer to him, only a few feet between us.

"You don't know what I'm not avoiding you means do you?"

I growled, beginning to get angry.

Damon was one of my good friends and I hated not knowing what the hell was going on with him.

"Damon!" I said, exasperatedly.

He pressed his lips together and didn't look at me.

Maybe it was the time or the cold, or maybe it was the accident knocking my head around. Or maybe it was just me…but I found myself reaching out and gently touching Damon's shoulder, wanting him to look at me.

"Damon," I said again, gently. "Tell me what she did to you."

He flared his nostrils, getting angry, though I didn't know if it was at me.

"I kissed you, Caroline!" he finally exclaimed. "I thought you kissed me back and doppelganger confusion ensued. How do you think I'm doing?"

My eyes widened and I unconsciously stepped back, the cold wind biting at my face.

The thought of Damon's lips on mine caused blood to rush to my face. I didn't know how I felt about the thought of him kissing me. My brain didn't seem to know what to think about it. Part of me would be mad, admittedly, but another part….that part might have enjoyed it.

"You…kissed me?" I whispered, knowing he could hear me.

A strangely vulnerable, un-Damon like look was on his face.

"It was Chandra, but you thought it was me?" I murmured.

His jaw clenched as the vulnerability was locked away and he stared at the fountain.

"Oh, Damon," I continued, quietly. I imagined he was hurt, confused, and probably felt a bit led on. "I'm so sorry she did that."

I touched his arm again and he flinched away.

"I don't need your pity. I know it was Chandra and now I'm prepared."

"I'm not pitying you. I think that you're hurt so you're covering it up with all the anger you have towards her," my arm fell lifelessly back to my side.

"You're scared. You think she's gonna send me off the deep end, huh?"

I didn't say anything and he turned to finally face me. Damon grabbed my arm, a bit tight and stared into my blue eyes intensely.

"Why- why is it such a shock that I would kiss you?"

My lips parted and my hand went up to hold Damon's forearm.

"I-I-" I started to say, when someone cleared their throat.

Our heads whipped around to see Alaric in some workout clothes, standing by the fountain a bit awkwardly.

Blood rushed to my cold face and Damon's hand snapped away from me, lightning fast.

"Damon… Caroline," Alaric said, slowly. He eyed the both of us, a bit curiously, but didn't say anything.

It made me wonder how much he actually saw.

"You ready?" Alaric said to me and I glanced at Damon's face.

"Uh- yeah."

Deep down, I knew the conversation between Damon and I needed to be finished, but I honestly didn't know how I felt about him. Did I have feelings for him? Did I just like the attention?

"We'll finish this later, Blondie," Damon said roughly. He quickly turned and headed to the liquor store, where I assumed he was going to buy a bottle of bourbon to drink.

When he was out of human earshot, Alaric frowned. "What was that all about?"

~0~

Third Person POV

Damon's emotions whirled through his head as he replayed the kiss and the conversation that had just happened. Caroline's reaction wasn't what he'd expected – he honestly didn't know how she'd react, once he figured out it wasn't her – but surprise wasn't it. He'd heard her heart rate increase and he noticed her face flush, but she didn't seem disgusted or mad.

Going into the living room, he walked over to the bar cart and poured himself a drink, still in a daze, he went to walk out when he noticed her.

"Very brave of you to come here," he murmured, pausing in the doorway. "Stupid, but brave."

Chandra crossed her legs and smiled innocently from her place on the couch. She was wondering how long it would take for him to notice her.

"I simply came to say goodbye, Damon," she practically purred, sipping from her own cup of bourbon she'd swiped before he arrived.

"You?" Damon scoffed, throwing up a façade of emotionlessness. "Leave so soon? Puh-lease. You and Katherine are just getting started, I'm sure."

Chandra stood up and Damon walked over to her, stealing the cup of bourbon and taking a long swig.

"I know where I'm not wanted," Chandra said, batting her eyelashes. "Katherine's not really feeling Mystic Falls much either."

Scowling, Damon set the glass down on the coffee table. "Don't pout. It's not attractive on a woman your age."

Chandra chuckled and picked up her black leather jacket, draping it across her arm. It was then Damon noticed what she was wearing, a pair of tight army green jeans and a lace-up, skin tight charcoal gray top. He swallowed thickly and forced himself to walk away.

In the blink of an eye, Chandra was in front of him.

"What, no goodbye kiss?" She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "C'mon Damon, you liked kissing me a few nights ago, I'm sure you'll love it now."

She paused a beat, watching his scowl deepen. "I'll let you pretend I'm Caroline if you want."

Her expression changed to one that was more like Caroline, kinder and more human. For a moment it reminded him of when he was human and in love with Chandra. Then, anger washed over him like a tsunami. He'd had enough of being toyed with for tonight. He wasn't thinking clearly, he'd lost count of how many drinks he'd had and she was too…beautiful for his own good.

"Why don't I kill you instead?" he retorted, glaring at her.

The vampiric expression snapped back.

"What are you really doing here, Chandra?"

She smirked and twirled a strand of her wavy blonde hair. "Nostalgia, curiosity, et cetera."

Damon growled, rolling his eyes. "I'm better at the one liners, you're sounding like Katherine. What are you two up to?"

"Trust me, Damon, when I'm up to something, you'll know," she stepped closer, now just an arm's length away. "Come on. Kiss me…or kill me. Which one, Damon? I know you're capable of choosing."

The blonde stepped even closer, moving her face close to his. Their lips were so close he could feel her breath on his lips. The urge deep inside him fought to break free, but he managed to keep it down. This was the woman who killed him, indirectly. She had ruined his life. Played him. Hurt him. Compelled him.

Yet he still felt for her.

Turning on his heel, he walked the other direction, only to be shoved to the ground a split second later.

Chandra straddled his hips and laid herself on top of him, gently kissing up his neck. She rubbed his shoulder slowly.

"My sweet, innocent Damon."

Damon forcefully flipped them over and grabbed her by the throat, staring down into her blue eyes.

They aren't as gray as Caroline's. He found himself thinking.

Before he could stop himself, he kissed her passionately.

"That's more like it," Chandra gasped between kisses.

They fought for dominance, their makeout session tearing throughout the living room.

"Okay, wait, pause," Damon said, quickly putting about six feet of distance between them.

The blonde stood there, staring at him, an uninterested look on her face.

"I have one question," he explained. "Answer this question right and I'll forget the last 145 years. I'll forget all the compelled feelings, the love, the longing. We can start over. We have the time, Chan."

Her face changed when he used the nickname he'd given her when they first met. It softened, if only for a brief moment.

He went back over to her, cupping her soft face in his hands. "I need the truth, just this once."

She stepped back, adjusting her ripped shirt. "Stop, Damon. You already know the truth. I never loved you like that. Maybe if Klaus hadn't come before you…" She sighed. "It's always been Klaus."

~0~

Caroline's POV

Today was going by so fast! I thought as I glanced at the clock. It's already 8.

Zach wasn't home yet and I was tired of sitting around doing absolutely nothing but trying to not think about Damon.

I felt around for my cellphone on the couch. I'd spent the last three hours binge-watching Gilmore Girls, and I was starting to get hungry.

Once I found it wedged between cushions, I picked it up and called Stefan.

"Hello?"

"Hey, is Zach over there?" I asked Stefan. "Zach left a note saying he was going to swing by the boarding house to pick up some stuff after he got off at 7."

"Sorry, Care, I'm not there right now. Are you going to swing by? There's some food in the kitchen that Elena and I left last night; you two are more then welcome to eat it."

I shrugged, forgetting he couldn't see me. "Yeah, I probably will. I'm tired of being cooped up in here."

I got to my feet and slipped on my ankle boots. "I need to talk to you at some point, Damon told me what happened with him and Chandra, and I want your advice on it."

"Alright," Stefan said, pausing to say something to Elena, I assumed. "Hey, I'm going to let you go, let me know if you need me."

"Okay, bye Stefan!"

~0~

I arrived at the boarding house about fifteen minutes later. After calling Zach, who was already here, I had him look to see what food Stefan was talking about.

I went inside the kitchen and pulled out the leftover container of grilled chicken and vegetables.

"Zach?" I called, looking around and into the small, unused dining room. "Are you here?"

"Yeah, I'm coming!" he called back from wherever.

A few moments later he came through the doorway into the dining room. "There's only a few couple of slices left. I'm still boxing up my work stuff, did you want to eat that and I can grab something on the way home?"

Zach had a broken down box shoved under his arm and looked a bit tired.

"Are you sure you aren't hungry?" I asked uncertainly. "I could run to the store and grab something to make with it…"

He shook his head. "No, it's okay, I had a late lunch."

"Okay…" I trailed off. "I'll eat this then. See you at home?"

He bobbed his head. "Sounds good. You going to stick around and eat here?"

"Yeah, I might hang out in the living room or head up to my room."

He flashed me a thumbs up before exiting the kitchen.

After heating up the chicken and vegetables, I made my way into the living room to eat.

The house was too quiet, I decided halfway through my meal. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pulled up my Netflix app, deciding to watch some more Gilmore Girls.

I had just finished the episode when my phone's screen went black.

Aw man, did it die? I smashed down the power button only to see a small battery with a charger outline underneath it.

Yep, dead.

Sighing, I decided to go up to my old room to hangout for a bit more. I was feeling a bit nostalgic.

After going up the stairs and slipping into my room, I fished out a pair of yoga pants I'd left in my chest of drawers. I went into the bathroom to put them on. When I got back, Damon was sitting on my old bed, much to my surprise.

"Damon," I said, surprised. "You scared me."

He didn't move, staring out my window, his back to me.

"Just doing my part in the good ole neighborhood watch," he said, his voice monotone.

I frowned, wondering why he was so uncharacteristically somber. I walked around him, my folded up pair of black jeans in my hand. I went over to my drawers beside the window and placed the jeans inside the middle drawer.

"Thanks," I hesitantly said. "For, uh, looking out for me…and Zach." I turned around to lean on the dresser and look at him.

"That's me," he still gazed out into the dark night. "Your trusty bodyguard. Calm in crisis."

I took a deep breath and frowned, suddenly smelling alcohol.

"You've been drinking."
It wasn't a question, I knew he had been. And it wasn't because of the pungent smell radiating from him - or because I saw him headed to the liquor store this morning. I knew because it was Damon.

He finally turned to gaze up at me, eyebrows rising a little. He held his thumb and index finger closely together, indicating 'a little'.

I sighed, wondering if anything else had happened since I'd last seen him. "And you're upset. That's not a good combination, Damon." I gently said. I went over beside him, crouching down to remove a box from under my bed.

Damon's gaze went to the window again.

"No, I'm not upset," he said. "Upset is an emotion specific to those who care."

I pulled the box out and set it on top of my bed, a couple of feet from his side. Fishing out a charger, I frowned.

"C'mon Damon," I turned around to plug in my phone. "Stop lying to me. We're friends. I know you care."

When I turned around and went back over to lean against the dresser across from him, he was looking at me.

I could see him toying with some idea in his head, and it made me nervous. I knew our conversation from this morning was nowhere near finished, but I honestly wasn't ready to finish it just quite yet. I hadn't made myself sit down and write in my journal – write out my feelings. I knew after I did that and was honest with myself, I would know how I felt.

"Why were you so surprised that I thought you would kiss me back?"

His voice tore through my thoughts and I turned my gaze to meet his steely one.

"You can't imagine that I believed that you would want to?"

I blinked rapidly, nibbling on my lip. "Damon…"

He continued, getting up. "That what we've been doing here means something? You're the liar, Caroline."

He took a step closer, now almost in arm's reach. "There is something going on between us and you know it."

My breath caught in my throat.

He's right. A tiny voice inside me said. He healed you, he cares about you. You felt something during the dance for Miss Mystic. You care about him too, you're just too afraid.

"And you're lying to me. You're avoiding your feelings and most importantly, you're lying to yourself." He stepped closer. "I can prove it."

I heard my breath quiver and I shook my head.

I'm not ready, I'm not ready, I'm not ready, I thought, butterflies fluttering, heart racing.

Damon grabbed my face in his hands and smashed his lips against mine. I tensed, not expecting him to kiss me, yet expecting him to at the same time. My hands went up and wrapped around his wrists.

Still tense, I gently took a step back, pulling my face out of his hands. My butt bumped against the dresser.

"Damon," I said, gulping nervously when he stepped closer, cupping my face again. "Don't, please, not like this."

My words seemed to go over his head and his eyes searched my face. "Lie about this."

His face got closer to mine and I pulled my head back, straining. I felt pinned between him and the dresser.

"Stop it," I cried out, beginning to panic. "You're better than this, Damon."

He backed away for a moment and I relaxed briefly.

His gaze was still hungry and his hands move to hold my shoulders.

"That's where you're wrong."

He moved forward, quickly. This time I was expecting it, so I pushed him back, but had no luck.

The dresser thudded against the wall as my weight went back against it.

"No, no, no, Damon!" I pushed again, fighting him. "I care about you, okay? Listen to me!"

He grabbed my wrists, staring deeply into my eyes.

"I care about you, I do…but I'm not… I don't…" I struggled to find the words to explain.

Damon's lip curled, but he was interrupted by someone at my bedroom door.

"Caroline?" a British accent cut through and my bedroom door swung open. "Love? What's going on?"

Damon turned around and I gazed over his shoulder to look at my rescuer, Klaus.

"Nothing, Klaus," I ripped my arms out of Damon's grasp and stepped to the left, towards the window. "What are you doing here?"

Klaus looked curiously at me and then glared at Damon. "Clearly it's not nothing." He moved quickly to Damon. "What's going on, mate?"

"It's none of your business," Damon growled. "Go away."

"No," he retorted, crossing his arms. "I'm here to talk to Caroline, not you."

Damon turned around, crossing his arms, yet not budging.

"What about?" I asked, ignoring Damon.

"Yesterday, at the Lockwood's." He explained. "We kissed."

In the brief seconds between Klaus saying that and Damon tackling him, I wondered how much of the conversation Klaus had heard.

I wondered if he knew that Chandra was back and I wondered if he was trying to make him snap. I wondered if he knew that I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

Either way, he said it and this incited Damon to try and tackle him, shoving him against the wall.

"That's no way to treat a lady, mate," Klaus snarled, easily flipping them around and keeping Damon pinned against the wall.

Damon's wild gaze snapped to me.

"You- you kissed him?" he was clearly baffled and hurt from this. "You'll kiss him, but not me?"

Klaus smirked devilishly. "Oh yeah mate, she kissed me. It was quite fiery if I do say so myself."

My mouth dropped open. Chandra.

"That wasn't me," I quickly explained. "Chandra is back in town, it was her."

Damon suddenly reached over to my desk and ripped the lamp from the wall and smashed it over Klaus' head. This quick movement gave him the upper hand. That, and the fact that Klaus was gawking at me like I had just suggested that the sky was not blue. With a quick twist of his hands, he snapped Klaus' neck, temporarily incapacitating him.

Klaus fell to the floor and Damon disappeared, only to reappear a moment later, Zach in his grasp.

"Lie to me again, Caroline," Damon spat as Zach stared around, clearly equal parts confused and terrified. "Lie to me again. Give me a reason to kill your godfather."

Zach clawed at Damon's hands around his neck.

"Caroline," Zach gasped out.

I rushed over to Damon, tears flowing freely from my eyes.

"Damon, please, please," I pleaded, hands reaching out to him. "Please don't kill my godfather. He's all I have left."

He didn't move, still stared at me with that wild look in his eyes.

"If you ever want to have any chance with me, you won't kill him," my voice trembled as I watched the color drain from Zach's face.

He must be holding him too tightly.

I glanced quickly at Klaus, who was still not moving.

"Damon," I said again, getting closer. "You're hurting him."

Zach crumpled in his arms and Damon looked at me once last time before fleeing.

I let out a big breath of relief and ran to his side, kneeling down.

My fingers felt for a pulse and I let out a sob when I felt one.

Pulling his body into my lap, I cried.

~0~

Klaus was the first to come to, awaking with a low groan.

I was still in tears when he awoke.

"Caroline?" Klaus mumbled, sitting up. "Is he all right?"

I sniffled and nodded. "I-I think so."

Klaus got to his feet and he walked over to me. "Let me move him to the bed, love."

I gently set Zach's head onto the carpeted floor and allowed Klaus to pick his limp body up and move him to the bed.

"He should be awake soon," he murmured, laying him down.

Tears continued to stream down my face and I quickly tried to wipe them away.

Klaus turned to me and his expression softened. "Come here, love."

Although Klaus was usually the last person I would go to for comfort, I allowed him to wrap his arms around me. I hugged him back, knowing my tears were staining his shirt.

"D-do you still want to talk?" I asked. "You said Chandra kissed you?"

He chuckled wryly and I pulled away. We sat on the edge of my old bed.

"She approached me at the Lockwood wake and said she wanted to talk…" Klaus continued to explain what happened.

"And so, you kissed her- thinking it was me?" I asked quietly, not looking at him.

He didn't say anything so I glanced over at him, and I saw that he was nodding.

I scoffed, mumbling under my breath, "What is it with so many men suddenly trying to kiss me?"

Klaus laughed, and I looked curiously at him. He was smirking, as usual.

"History, it repeats itself," He simply said, suddenly turning to glance at Zach. "He's waking up."

Klaus and I got to our feet and I went over to Zach's side.

I turned around to thank Klaus, but he was already gone.

"Zach?" I murmured.

My godfather groaned and started to sit up.

"No, no, no, stay laying down." I chastised, gently pushing him down.

"What happened?" he rasped, rubbing his jugular.

I explained to him the whole situation about Chandra and Damon and Klaus.

Zach frowned deeply and gave me a serious look. "Care, this is why I moved us away from here. Damon is bad news."

Despite Damon's actions, I felt the need to defend him. "He was drunk and hurt. I think Klaus and Chandra have more history and hearing Klaus say that we kissed set him off completely."

"It doesn't excuse his actions."

I took a deep breath. "I know."


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