For future apologies, I'm sorry if my chapters (including this one) are too short for anyone's liking, but it's how I write :)
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Chapter Seven (Damon's POV):
Sitting in the kitchen, Damon drummed his fingers on the table, trying to figure out a way to approach the subject.
How the hell should he start?
How was he going to explain to Stefan that he'd heard the mumbling - more like shrieking - in his sleep?
That would imply Damon had been in his room, which would imply that Damon actually cared enough to go and find out Stefan's problem, which was not what Damon would initially do.
If Elena hadn't told him anything, he would have left Stefan alone for a few days, even weeks, to see if the problem was serious.
Then, after admitting to himself that his brother couldn't cope by himself, he would become the saviour and right all that was wrong.
Well...it didn't always work that way...but Damon could fantasise. He really wasn't going to show his epic big brotherly emotions over nothing!
Hearing his brother come clattering down the stairs, Damon quickly put the kettle on and settled back in his seat.
Stefan came into view looking like hell with black shadows under his eyes and his hair sticking up, looking very much like mini devil horns.
He didn't even seem to notice Damon as he got a bottle of animal blood from the fridge (Damon constantly stocked up in case his brother would arrive unexpectedly).
"Morning Stefan!"
Stefan dropped the bottle but quickly caught it before it hit the ground as he faced Damon. "Hey Damon, um...how was your sleep?"
Perfect opening - Thank you, Stefan!
"Well, now you mention it, mine was excellent. But yours wasn't, was it..."
Stefan's posture straightened and he looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights "What - Yes it was!"
"It was?" Damon had expected it to come easily. Okay, maybe a bit stupidly, because this was Stefan but he was still unprepared.
"What makes you think I had trouble sleeping?" For some reason, Damon could see Stefan becoming a little agitated, but he hid it well under a façade of calm defined throughout the centuries.
Oh, I don't know...maybe because YOU WOKE ME UP?
But of course Damon didn't mention that. Instead he racked his brains for an answer.
"Well, err, nothing. I just...err..." Come on Damon, where's your usual smooth witty recovery!
"Right...well I have to go...phone Elena, bye." Stefan swiftly stood up and backed out the room.
"WAIT,I made some coffee for you!"
There was no answer...
"Does dead flesh good!"
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By the way, I wrote a Stefan/Damon one-shot for Season 2 Episode 1 - It's called 'Always Stefan' if you wanna read it :) - Thank you to Jess for reading and reviewing it :D
ALSO, my updating for this story might be a little slower in the following couple of weeks, because I think I'm coming to writer's block :O
But don't worry, this happened for 'Tough Love' and I still finished it in less than a year didn't I? ;)
