A/N Last Dance was amazing in some ways, I know that I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. I wrote this to fill in the gap between the talk on the stairs between Stefan and Damon and when Elena went to apologize to Damon for hitting him. (which he deserved in my opinion) On the other hand, the sense of dread for the final episodes is building and that is what inspired this fic.

Elena was wired. The adrenaline was still pumping through her veins from all that had happened earlier. Finding out Klaus was possessing Alaric's body and then thinking that her best friend had died for her, and ultimately finding out Bonnie was okay, (thanks to Damon) had left her with so many conflicting emotions that she needed an outlet. And right now talking seemed to be her way of expending her excess energy.

Stefan was leading the way down the hall towards his room, but hadn't spoken to her beyond a nod here and there in response to her lopsided conversation, mainly about Bonnie and Jeremy staying at the creepy witch house.

Elena knew that he was bothered by what Damon had done, even though it had worked out, he was still hurt that Damon hadn't trusted him enough to let him in on the plan and had basically accused him of being to moral to keep her alive.

She knew that while the brothers were so different in their approach to the current situation with Klaus, that Stefan would do whatever it took to keep her alive too. She was going to have to convince him to not give up his principles because of what Damon had said to him, that considering peoples feelings was a good thing and that she loved him for being so kind.

As they reached his room, Stefan entered first, pulling his tie off tossing it on his desk as he made his way towards his bed. Elena entered right behind him, but closed the door, as if that would keep their conversation from being overheard.

"We need to talk." she tells him, as she moves to stand in front of him.

"About how I let you down tonight or how Damon was the Savior of the night?" Stefan asks her sardonically.

"About what he said to you. About you caring too much and about collateral damage." Elena answers him, ignoring his question and his tone.

"Ah. Yes. How he shamed me and basically told me that he was the only one that could keep you alive. I'm surprised he didn't ask me to give you over to him completely."

"Look Stefan. I appreciate what Damon did tonight, and I know deep down you do too. He saved Bonnie. But I love the fact that you will always consider others. You try so hard not to hurt anyone and I love that about you. Don't ever lose that. I know that if it came down to choosing me and someone else, I know that you would choose me."

"Your right. I would. And I'm going to start proving that to you."

"Stefan. You don't have to do that, you're allowing your brother to control you with his words. You stay true to yourself and to what we know to be right, which is protecting those we love. And it will work out."

"Elena. That's a little Pollyannaish of you. But Damon is right about one thing. We are up against pure evil here, we have to be willing to do whatever it takes to win."

"No. Not whatever it takes. We will not lose our humanity in the process."

"The only problem with that is only one of us is human." Stefan looks her in the eye as he walks into the bathroom to finish changing out of his clothes and to take a shower.

Elena sat down on the bed, resigned to the fact that Stefan wasn't going to be reassured with her words tonight. She was going to have to try a different approach. She made up her mind what she needed to do to bring him out of this funk. She quickly undressed , pulling her hair up into a clip, she walked into the bathroom to join Stefan in the shower.

He seemed genuinely surprised to see her as he looked over his shoulder at her, stepping into the shower behind him. Elena wrapped her arms around his back as she whispered her love for him. "I love you so much. It's the end of the night and I'm telling you like you asked."

Her words have the affect that she needed from him, as he turns her in his arms and whispered back to her. "God. Elena. I love you too. So much. I'm sorry I was being such an ass, I just feel like I'm going to lose you. And it feels like there's nothing I can do about it." He admits to her, struggling to hold back tears.

"Hey. You are not going to lose me. Ever." kissing him to sooth him and to show him how much she loved him.

Suddenly, his tongue is in her mouth, her legs are around his waist and then he's inside her, making her complete. Making her feel his love. Between kisses his whispering to her, "Mine. Say it. Say you're mine." Because this feeling of dread that is consuming him is not about Klaus anymore, it's about someone else coming between them.

"I'm yours Stefan. I'm yours." she tells him over and over before crying out her release.

He carries her from the shower, not bothering to dry them off, they fall together on the bed, where he starts loving her all over again.

Afterwards, while she is laying sated in his arms, she was thinking about the days events and how she needs to tell Damon she's sorry for hitting him and for temporarily hating him. Elena turns in Stefan's arms, looking up at his face to tell him what she needed to go and do. He's asleep. Slowly, she disengaged herself from his arms and rolled out of bed, grabbing her clothes, she goes into the bathroom to get dressed to go and track down Damon.

She didn't know why but she felt this overwhelming need to explain to him that she understood his actions and to thank him for saving Bonnie.

A/N

Ok. So that was a little angsty, but if you've been reading spoilers, you are probably feeling the same as me. Klaus is airing tonight. I'm might get inspired afterwards and write another chapter but it would definitely have to be less doom and gloom than Last Dance, which I doubt.