Damon waited until Elena fell asleep before jotting down a quick note of where he was going and that he wouldn't be long. He covered the hole with a manhole cover and headed towards the nearest bus stop. Once he reached the campus, he walked with a quick pace, checking behind him every once and a while. He didn't know if Stefan knew what he looked like or not. He unlocked the door to his dorm and headed inside. It looked like no one had been there since the night before. Ric must've listened. He grabbed his backpack that he had left on his bed, checking to make sure her robe was still inside. He then grabbed his phone charger, food from the mini fridge (including the two six packs of miller light), and a few changes of clothes. He relocked the door and made sure to make it look like he hadn't been there and rounded the corner. He saw a group of four men headed towards him, all in black trench coats and sunglasses. He could only assume that it was Stefan and his helpers. He didn't know what Stefan looked like but he was more than sure it was the one leading the group. He had a hero hair cut which was ironic considering he seemed to prefer the villainy type of attitude.

Damon went the other way, taking notice to the fact that he was right; this would be the first place they checked. He returned to the bus stop in record timing, running as fast as he ever had. He needed to get back to Elena. He stopped at the food store, buying a bag's worth of food and made his way back to the cove. He slid the cover aside and dropped down. Elena was glaring at him. He recovered the hole and placed his things to the side. "What?" he asked. "You shouldn't have gone alone." She said, pouting. Damon shrugged, "There was no way I would have let you come with me." He paused, "I saw Stefan and his Hench men." He knew this wasn't a superhero movie but it was the only way for him to keep his cool.

Elena raised a brow, "What are you talking about?" Damon froze, "Elena, what does Stefan do for a living?" "He's a stockbroker." "Is that what he told you? Elena have you ever been to his work?" he asked. "No, he never wanted me to come up, said I would distract him." She crossed her arms across her chest, "What are you trying to say?" Damon sighed; he didn't know how to tell her that her deranged husband killed people for a living. "Stefan is a part of the mob." She bunched her brows together, "What? There's no such thing." "That's what I thought too but it's true, I saw them. They looked like they were part of Sherlock Holmes, the sketchy version." Elena giggled before shaking her head, "You're joking right, because it's not funny." Damon shook his head, stepping towards her, "I wouldn't lie to you, ever." Elena begun to cry then as she fell into Damon's arms, he held her tight whispering promises into her ear he knew he couldn't keep and she soon calmed down. She pulled away from him and sat back down on the pile of pillows in the corner.

"So what'd you get?" She asked. Damon reached into his bag and pulled out her purple robe, "I brought you something. You left it behind the day you wore it." He held it out to her as she took it from him. "This is how you knew." She mumbled. "I'm sorry?" Damon asked. "My name, this is how you knew my name. I had asked you but you said it was a long story." Damon nodded before sitting down beside her. "Look Elena, I'm sorry, for everything. For leading you on, for making you uncomfortable, all of it. There was something someone had told me once that all good things come with time. I believe that one day you'll be happy, that you'll find the right guy and settle down and he'll treat you with such respect it'll make you cry. I really believe that we all deserve to be happy, and with time we will be." Elena took this all in, his words, his eyes, his lips, and she couldn't get enough of him. He was too sweet, and too kind. She kissed him then, on the cheek. Through tears she smiled, "Thank you. No guy has ever been this nice to me just to be nice. Not since Matt." Damon watched her face; she bit her lip as if she was holding something back. She then said in a broken voice, "I have done some terrible things in the past. I probably deserve what he's doing. Maybe I should just fess up, go to him. Let him do with me what he will, but then there's you. Everything you have done for me would be a big giant waste. You deserve to know the truth before you hear it from someone else." She twiddled with her thumbs for a second.

"I'm not very proud of what I did in college. I did some pretty stupid things; it's funny that they even let me work there, what with my reputation and all." This was it; she was going to tell him it was true, that everything that Mr. Rogers said was true. Suddenly he didn't want to hear, he didn't want her to have to relive it just to tell him something he already knew. He pushed her hair behind her ear as he whispered, "Hey, hey it's ok. You don't have to tell me, I already know and it's ok. It's in the past; you're not the same person you were before. As people we are always changing, we are never the same person." She began to cry again, staining his shirt with her waterworks. "How'd you get to be so smart and nice?" she asked. Damon smiled sadly, "I guess between my mother and father I got pretty lucky." Elena saw how his face fell and cradled his jaw in her palm. She kissed him then, a real kiss that held every emotion she had ever felt as she waited for him to allow her to enter his mouth before deepening the kiss. She pushed him back onto the pillows as he helped her lift his shirt over his head. "Are you sure?" he asked. She nodded, kissing him again before he could ask another question.

Damon rolled off of her, his breath ragged. Their bodies were sheens of sweat as they both stared at the ceiling, both caught up in their own thoughts. They both smiled lightly, they had finally found each other, no matter what, they could finally be happy.