A/N: Jenna Sommers is learning each day to be a better parent. She deals with many challenges and this week's challenge is the flu. Will Jenna successfully survive the week?

Chapter 3

Previously…

"Thank you. Can you be here in a half an hour?"

"Yes. See you later."

Xoxo

Elena was tired of being so tired all the time. She wished she could breath through her nose again and she wished her head would stop hurting. The only thing better was not feeling nauseas anymore, which pleased her.

She awoke suddenly to find Damon sitting at the edge of her feet, reading a book.

"Damon?" She croaked very confused.

He looked into her chocolate brown eyes, "Hey princess I hear you and sponge bob became friends."

Elena groaned and rubbed her hand across her face.

Damon chuckled, "Jenna had to leave. I was a last resort. She would of left you alone if your brother hadn't insisted he was in love with a lamp who happened to be a vampire."

Elena sat up and reached towards the red cup of water and took a large sip, "How's Jeremy now?"

"According to him I'm changing him into a vampire so he and the lamp can runaway together."

Elena replied with a weak smile and Damon smiled in return.

For two whole seconds she forgot she felt like complete crap. She still had a fever of course and she began to shiver. When her father was still around he would give her one of his sweatshirts every time she was sick. The warmth of it and the comfort always made her feel better.

"I need to get something upstairs. I'll be right back." Elena croaked as she stood.

Damon nodded as he turned on the TV, he didn't seem to care. That was fine by her.

Elena scurried up the stairs and went to Jenna's room. She looked in the back of the closest but none of her parent's clothes were there. She must have been searching for a while because Damon came looking for her.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"I can't find." Elena said, "It's fine I'll just keep looking."

"No way you look like your going to keel over any second. How bout you go back downstairs?"

"Not until I find it."

"Elena what are you looking for I can help." Damon offered. He stepped slowly towards her letting the back of his hand touch her forehead. It was hot and he figured this.

She winced, "Don't pretend to care."

"Oh here we go." Damon said his voice growing more angry, "I'm here Elena that proves I care otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"No Damon that's not what I meant." Elena said frustrated, "You're my friend and I get you care I just don't think you care about what I'm looking for."

"Maybe if you tell me what you're looking for than I'll care, what the hell are you looking for?"

Elena was quiet for a long time.

"Elena…"

"There used a box in the closest, several. This used to be my parents room after all and after everything Jenna moved their clothes in boxes and put them in the back of the closest. Last time I checked they were there, now there not."

"Why do you need these boxes now?"

"It's silly but my dads sweatshirt, one of them. He'd always let me wear one when I was sick and I haven't been sick since before…I just really wanted it…"

Damon gripped her shoulders, "I'll make you a deal, I'll find the sweatshirt and you should go take a bath, relax. I'll have the sweatshirt by the time you're done okay?"

"Okay."

Xoxo

Meanwhile…

Jeremy awoke to Lady Gagas Born this Way music video playing on TV. He took this time to grab the lamp and start dancing. Then he began to quarrel with the lamp, his love, and for some odd reason the lamp and had ticked him off and he threw it on the floor.

He sat back down on the couch, took an Advil, and went back to sleep.

Xoxo

When Damon heard the bath water running he made a call to Jenna.

"Hello?"

"Now my number is in you're phone, if it's not in there already."

"Hey how are they?"

"There fine. I just wanted to ask a question. Elena is looking for one of her dads sweatshirts and she said there used to be a box of them in the back of the closest."

"They were there. I was going to donate the clothes to good will but I never got around to it. I put them in the attic and they are clearly labeled."

"Got it. Over and out."

Xoxo

Damon found the boxes and retrieved a dark blue sweatshirt with the Yankees logo on it. His curiosity was peeked at the clutter of things in the attic. He made a mental note to sneak up here and check out the other stuff another time.

Damon brought the sweatshirt to her room and put it on her bed. He heard the water still running and eventually turned off. He then made his way downstairs where he found Jeremy passed out on the couch and the lamp completely shattered on the floor.

"Well I guess they broke up." He chuckled to himself as he went to get a broom.

Xoxo

Damon was right Elena did feel much better after the bath. When she walked into the room she beamed a large smile. The sweatshirt on the bed happened to be her favorite of her dads. She picked it up and inhaled the musty scent and could make out traces of her dad's cologne.

The young girl got changed into a pair of black yoga pants and a dark blue tank top. She grabbed the sweatshirt and made her way downstairs. Her smile then disappeared when she saw Damon kneeled over shattered glass.

"Damon!" She shrieked.

"Shush you'll wake him up and then I'll have to hear the break up story and I don't want that. At all. I'd rather stab myself with a pencil."

"Lovely." Elena grunted as she put the sweatshirt over her head. She then watched Damon pick up the last of the lamp.

"Get back on the couch, Jenna will have my head if you don't rest."

"I've already been resting for the past few days."

Damon speeded up to her, his face inches from hers. He then placed his hand on her forehead and she squirmed but he forced her still.

"Fever. Not as high as before but fever."

"I hate you. So much."

"Me too."

Elena sighed and lay on the coach and shut her eyes. She wasn't that tired right? Her body slowly grew more and more relaxed until she fell into a deep sleep.