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Damon's POV

(Present Day)

My dream was currently on the back burner, I was concerned about what I was going to tell Elena about wanting to meet her. Of course she would be baffled to see me given our "history" or should I say "recent history".

First there was the accident when she said that I seemed familiar to me. Then Caroline's little slip when I mentioned the accident and Elena's name. The brown haired girl in my dream who may or may not have been Elena, then Elena herself in the weird lake dream that my body got rather excited about, the feeling I got yesterday when I called her and it coincidentally was Elena's parent's death anniversary, conveniently bumping into her at the bar last night and then that vision or whatever it was that we both had, it was very very weird if you ask me. The cherry on this entire surreal drama that I seemed to starring in was that she worked in the same ad agency that I was in, she was in copy but whatever it's the same company and that I didn't remember her!

"She's right here. You're all going to be just fine"

"I think I've seen you before."

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment. I love you so much."

A love so strong that it kept them together in life and in death.

"Tell me, oh all-knowing-all-seeing-oracle. What is it that I want?"

"Blue IS my favorite color"

"Meet me at our place?"

"Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time."

"I don't care what you've done in your life or who screwed you up so bad that you go around judging every person you meet on the street but you have no right to say anything to me"

"That tickles!"

The world was moving too fast, too fast for me to be able to hold onto it, my sanity was slipping through my fingers and my head was pounding. A whirlpool of all these fragmented memories and the ones I had made after my accident, they were all building up inside my head like a tornado, much too volatile for me to be able to control it.

Someone was shouting 'Elena' over and over again. Shut up. It's all her fault. She's been messing with my brain. Why would someone else be shouting out her name? Who knows her besides me!

Someone was calling me; I could hear 'Damon'.

I went limp and my knees hit the ground. I couldn't breathe, couldn't see clearly the person who was standing right in front of me and didn't realize that it was me who was shouting out her name.

Then everything went black.

Elena's POV

(Present Day)

I parked my car outside the café and started walking towards the main entrance when someone called my name. I turned around to see who it was when I heard it again. It was coming from inside the café. I rushed inside and saw him. The too beautiful to be true, dark haired, blue eyed, gorgeoooous man kneeling in front of me clutching his forehead like it was a ticking time bomb. The others were crowding around him and wondering what must've happened when I came back to reality and rushed to him.

"Damon", I said.

"Damon! I'm here!" I said again when he didn't reply.

'Oh my God!" I heard some woman gasp as he fell into my arms and lost consciousness. I looked up at the crowd and motioned for two guys to lift him so that I could take him to the hospital.

The owner of the café who knew me from before motioned for me to sit with him in the back seat and she drove us to the hospital. Call me skeptical or whatever but the looks she gave me or rather us, weren't 'I hope this stranger is fine' but more like 'what a poor couple, so sad'. How do I know this? I've been living with the latter ever since my accident.

I looked down at him and really saw him, without all the sexual innuendoes, the smirk, the sexy eye thing that he did to me, his eyes were shut and his face looked peaceful like he didn't have a care in the world. He was beautiful. It saddened me more than it should have, to see him in such a fragile state. I moved a few stray strands of hair that had fallen onto his forehead, and wiped off the few drops of perspiration that had accumulated there. The car jerked a little, and I pulled him harder against my body; his head was now in m lap and the rest of his body curled up on the seat, one of my hands nicely tucked into his larger hand.

The animosity that I felt for him after he behaved rather rudely with me the day we met had been completely washed away because of the alcohol induced vision that both of us had, at the bar last night. We got to the hospital in record time and two orderlies escorted us inside, him on a gurney and me by his side holding his hand.

Being in a hospital again, brought back very depressing feelings of loneliness from the days after the accident. I wanted to run away from there but the man on the gurney next to me and his hand in mine seemed perfect for now, like this was where I was supposed to be, it was like coming home. It felt natural.

Some doctor dressed differently from the orderlies informed me that he was incharge of the ER today and asked me what exactly happened. Obviously I told him the truth, I knew nothing. Months and months of obsessing over Grey's Anatomy had taught me that I was soon going to be asked about my relationship with said 'John Doe' and how I found him and what the hell was I doing with 'Johnny boy' if I was a stranger. I filled out whatever I could, basically made up the rest and put down myself as his wife or else they would've asked me to leave. They took Damon into an examination room and I was left alone in the waiting area.

The doctor that I spoke with earlier came back and told me that we just needed to wait for him to wake up, he assured me that it was just stress and nothing serious. I let out a breath that I didn't know I had been holding. And he patted me on the back and let me into his room.

There he was in clean white clothes, not the usual Goth black. And a machine on his right that showed his heartbeat. I ran to his bed and kissed him on the forehead. I took his hand into mine again and put my head down onto the side of the bed; waiting… waiting for him to get up and explain to me what the hell just happened.

Damon's POV

(A couple of hours later)

I groaned as I woke up with one name on my lips-Elena.

Elena Salvatore.

Everything finally made sense.