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Author's Note: Just to clear up some confusion, Katherine and Stefan didn't sleep together. I use transcripts sometimes when I'm writing and I guess I forgot to take that part out. But now it's out, so don't worry about it.

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"Juliet, wake up!" I heard, and someone was shaking my arm.

I swatted at them. "Matty, five more minutes!"

"What? Jules, get up!"

"You know that I only want two pancakes! I only ever want two pancakes!" I grumbled, not looking over.

Matt's fingers opened up my right eye lid, and I saw that it was Damon trying to wake me up, not Matt.

"Damon?" I asked, rolling over so that I could sit up. "What are you doing in my room? How did you even get in here?" I asked, pushing my hair away from my face.

He pointed at my window. "I climbed in through your window."

"What are you doing here?" My gaze fell on his blood stained clothes. "Oh God, are you okay?"

"Forget about me," He brushed aside. "Have you seen Elena?"

"Not since she went back to Whitmore," I answered. "Why?"

"Because I can't find her anywhere," He responded, leaning away from me. "I have no idea where she is."

"Wait, what do you mean, you can't find her?" I asked, scrambling out of bed. "What is going on?"

Damon moved for the window, and jumped right out. "Damon! Damon, wait!" I called out. I stuck my head out the open window. "Damon, hold up! Damon!"

I growled when I realized that he was already gone. Grumbling, I switched out my pajamas for a pink blouse and black shorts before running out the door after Damon. I borrowed Matt's truck to drive down to the Salvatore house.

"Damon!" I shouted as I pushed the front door of the Salvatore house open. "Damon! What the hell?"

I stormed upstairs, and found Damon in Stefan's room. I banged the door open. "You cannot just drop the news that my sister is missing and then just leave!"

"Sorry about that," Damon said quickly.

My heart stopped when I saw Stefan in the room. My face heated up as I remembered our almost kiss from the night before. Our two, almost kisses, actually.

Stefan must have felt the same way, because he was avoiding my gaze. I guess Damon either didn't notice or didn't care enough because he was too worried about Elena, and kept going. "She's not picking up her phone, she's not in her dorm, she's nowhere in this house, which leads me to believe that Dr. Creepy Ken-doll has her somewhere."

"Doctor Maxfield?" I questioned.

"Yeah, the one that operated on vampires during business hours, yeah, that one," Damon said, and my jaw dropped.

"What?" I asked. "Wes does what?" I kissed someone that operated on vampires?

"Later, Jules," Damon told me. He grabbed Stefan's jacket and tossed it to his brother. "Put your hero hair on, Stefan. Let's go get Elena," He said, and turned around to walk out the door.

"You told me that you didn't know where she was," I accused.

Damon spun on his heel. "I don't, which means we're gonna have to find us some leverage. So come on."

"Is this really necessary?" I asked the brothers as we walked inside the cafe on the Whitmore campus. Damon told me that this kid named Aaron that Elena had befriended was actually Aaron Whitmore, the heir to the Whitmore fortune. Technically, the kid was rich.

Now I see why Elena befriended him.

Either way, I didn't want to threaten or do any harm to this kid, as he didn't do anything wrong to me. I also didn't want to go through with Damon's plan.

"Just go over there!" Damon urged.

I groaned as I flipped my hair over, ruffling it around. I flipped my hair back up, so now it looked all frazzled and crazy. Then, I pulled the top of my shirt down so that it exposed my chest a little bit. I gave Damon and Stefan one final look, as if I was asking them if I looked all right.

"What are you doing?" Stefan asked, trying to keep his gaze above my chest.

"We're going to try things my way first," I said, grabbing my textbook and notebook out of my bag before walking over to where Aaron was sitting. As I got closer to him, I recognized him to be a guy in my psychology class. I 'tripped' on my feet, and my textbook and notebook sprawled all over Aaron's lap.

"I'm so sorry!" I gushed as I picked up the stray papers from the ground, and Aaron reached down to help me.

"It's okay," He said, grabbing my textbook and handing it back to me.

I flirtatiously smiled. "Thanks!" I pretended to study his face. "Hey, you're Aaron, right?"

"Yeah," He said, sitting back down. I took this as an opportunity to sit down next to him. I sat quite close, and crossed my legs.

"You're in my psychology class, aren't you?" I asked. "Dr. Connor's class?"

"Yeah," He said again, before going back to his textbook.

Going to have to try something else. "Do you know a girl named Elena Gilbert?"

Aaron diverted his eyes from me as he played with his pen. "Yeah. We're friends. Well, we used to be."

"What happened?" I asked, feigning interest.

He shrugged. "She's just not the person that I thought she was."

I turned my body so that I was facing Aaron. "Well, I'm her sister. I haven't seen her around since yesterday and I was wondering if you had seen her."

Aaron very clearly got uncomfortable as he stuck his earphones back in his ears as he opened his notebook. "Sorry, no."

Without warning, Damon plopped down next to Aaron. "Pop quiz," He started, and Aaron looked around him, a scared expression on his face. He turned to me, and I just lightly shrugged. Hey, we tried doing it my way. Now it was Damon and Stefan's way. "So your girlfriend's taken by a mad scientist. Now, do you: A, get a new girlfriend; B, call the police; or C, kill someone close to the mad scientist?"

Stupidly, Aaron tried to make a run for it. Damon didn't make a move to run, and I learned why when I heard Stefan's voice. I turned my head in his direction to see him standing directly in front of Aaron. He smiled sarcastically as he said, "Sit," And Damon patted the space beside him.

Aaron sat back down as he said, "I have no idea where Wes took her."

"Well, they're not at his lab, so where else could he hide a vampire?" Stefan asked.

Aaron turned his head in Stefan's direction, looking very confused. He'd clearly met Damon before, but he hadn't met Stefan yet. "I'm sorry. Am I supposed to know who you are?"

"That's my brother Stefan," Damon supplied.

Aaron suddenly blurted, "How are you not dead? I shot you."

"Wait," I said, putting a hand up. "He shot you?" I asked Damon.

"You really do miss a lot, don't you Juliet?" Damon asked me. I shrugged as he answered what Aaron said, "Well, because you went for the head. You got to go for the heart." He smacked the back of Aaron's head, as if he was scolding him. "Go for the heart next time. Now, where's Elena?"

"I have no idea," Aaron continued. "All that Wes told me was to go about my life as usual."

"We're gonna call Wes, and you're gonna tell him that if he doesn't give us Elena the next experiment that he conducts it's gonna be sewing your arms back on," Damon threatened.

"We don't have to go that far, Damon," I quickly stepped in.

"Yes, we do, Juliet," He retorted.

"No, we don't, Damon," I argued as Aaron called up Wes.

"Do you have Elena?" Aaron talked into the phone. "Uh, Stefan and Damon Salvatore are going to kill me unless you give them Elena." Aaron paused as he listened to Wes's end. I was kind of pissed that I didn't have vampire hearing like Damon and Stefan did, so I had to rely on Aaron's side of the conversation to find out what was happening. As he talked to Wes, I could feel Stefan's gaze on me. I purposefully avoided it, because I knew that if I caught sight of him, I'd jump his bones right here and now, and that was the last thing that we needed right now.

"Or he's in front of me imagining what my kidney would taste like," Aaron told Wes. Wes said something, and Aaron hung up. Then he explained that Wes told him to go into his classroom, where he would give us Elena and we would give him Aaron.

Aaron led us outside, and Stefan spoke up as we walked along the campus. "You want to give me a little back story as to how you know one another?"

"Aaron is Aaron Whitmore, and he comes from a very long line of vampire-probing, blood-testing, organ-removing freaks called Augustine," Damon told us.

"Hang on," I interrupted. "You know this, how?"

"Because I was their test subject in the '50s," Damon answered with a shrug.

"What do you mean, 'test subject'?" Stefan further inquired.

"Meaning, I donated my body to science except I was alive and it was against my will," Damon said with a noncommittal shrug.

"Wait. Hold on a minute." Stefan stopped in his tracks, prompting all of us to stop walking. "How do I not know about this?"

Damon scoffed. "Don't get all guilt-ridden, Stefan, on me. We were on the outs back then, and by the time it was over, you know, it was over." Damon urged us all on.

"Why don't you finish the rest of the story, Damon?" Aaron demanded, but he was stopped by Stefan.

"I don't recall saying that you could talk," Stefan snapped to Aaron. He turned his head to me, which is probably the first time I'd properly looked at him today. My eyes immediately landed on his lips, but I forced them to travel back up to his eyes. "Did I say that he could talk?"

I shrugged slightly. "Not that I recall."

"I don't remember anything," Damon threw in.

"I didn't think so," Stefan confirmed, and we all started walking again. I could feel Stefan's gaze on me every so often, and I had to fight the urge to hold his hand. I even went as far as crossing my arms.

We finally make our way to the science building, and walked down the familiar hallway to Wes's classroom.

"Which one is it?" Damon asked.

"It's right here," Aaron answered as we walked inside the classroom. It looked empty, but apparently it wasn't. There was a guy with his hair slicked back sitting in a chair in the back.

"21051," The man said in a crisp British accent.

I saw the colour drain from Damon's face as he said in disbelief, "Enzo?"

This Enzo guy stood up, his eyes still firmly locked on Damon. "It's been a while, mate."

The tension between the two of them was so thick that I could probably cut through it with a knife. Enzo walked down from where he was sitting to the front of the room where we were. Damon obviously sensed that Enzo was danger, because he pushed me behind him and towards Stefan.

"Who the hell are you?" Stefan asked.

"Lorenzo, but my friends call me Enzo," Enzo said. "Ah. Kidding. I don't have any friends." Enzo offered Stefan his hand, but Stefan didn't shake it. He offered it to me, but I didn't take it either. To be honest, his hair was kind of weirding me out. Go easy on the gel, next time.

"Enzo's another Augustine vampire. Our cells were next to each other," Damon said to Aaron, Stefan and I. To Enzo, he said, "So we're here to meet somebody - Wes Maxfield. You know him?"

Enzo scoffed. "That's your first question for me? Not 'How are you? How'd you survive in that fire I left you to die in?'" He mocked.

My jaw dropped. Why did I miss all the important stuff?

Stefan and I exchanged confused glances, so obviously he didn't know about this either. "You what?"

"Uh, does somebody want to tell me what the hell is going on here?" Aaron asked, just as confused as Stefan and I were.

"I'd love to," Enzo smirked. "Have a seat. Been waiting 70 years to tell my story." He gestured for us to sit on the chairs in the classroom as he walked over to the teacher's desk. I looked over at Stefan, who was giving me a questioning look. I lifted a shoulder before walking over to the classroom chairs, sitting down on one closest to Enzo. Hey, if he was going to tell a long, boring story, I might as well be in the position to fall asleep.

"Whatever," Stefan grumbled, and asked Aaron for his phone. Aaron gave it to him, and he walked out of the classroom.

"Damon and I had been locked in those cells for years, tortured, beaten, humiliated, but we weren't gonna let them break us, no," Enzo said. "We decided if were going to escape, we needed to work together," He continued, putting sarcastic emphasis on the word "together". "We needed each other."

Stefan came back into the classroom, interrupting Enzo. "He's not sending her."

"What?" I blurted, stepping up and out of the chair, walking over to Stefan.

"Tragic," Enzo commented. "Can I continue my story now, please?"

Damon ignored Enzo as he asked Stefan, "Doesn't he know we have Aaron?"

"He doesn't care," Stefan answered. "He's willing to risk it."

Ooh, that was cold.

"What?" Aaron asked in disbelief. "Let me to talk to him! He'll listen to me."

"What part of 'he doesn't care' are you not registering?" Damon snapped.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a grunt and a chair is ripped out of the ground. We all watched as Enzo threw the chair out of the window, gaining our attention. Satisfied, Enzo said, "Where were we? Uh, ah, right. I was telling my story, and you were all politely listening. Huh?" He walked back over to the front of the classroom as Stefan's fingers wrapped around my arm, jerking me behind him. My heart warmed in appreciation.

"So I'd given Damon all of my blood ration so he'd have the strength to escape and save me in the process," Enzo continued. "Our plan began perfectly, didn't it? I was waiting in the cage for him to release me, waiting for my friend, my cellmate, the only soul with whom I'd connected with in all those years of captivity. Then a fire starts, burns out of control, but Damon just can't get the damn cage open. He looks me in the eye as if he doesn't even recognize me, turns around, saves himself, leaving me to die."

"Well, you didn't die," Stefan commented.

I lifted my arms up, gesturing to Enzo. "Obviously."

"No. Unfortunately I lived," Enzo grumbled. "I was spared by one of the scientists so I could spend another 50 years on a table being opened and closed." He was quiet for a second before he spoke up again. "Now that we've all been acquainted, I'm gonna find something to wet my whistle." He got up, leaving the classroom.

Stefan immediately bombared Damon. "You didn't tell me about him."

"It was the 1950s. I'm supposed to remember every moment of my life?" Damon told Stefan, before changing the subject. "Do you want to kill Aaron, or should I?"

Stefan wouldn't let him, though. "This guy was your cellmate for 5 years, you left him to die, he comes back, and you're completely unfazed?"

Damon ignored what Stefan said, and walked towards Aaron. "Fine. I will."

I immediately stood in front of Aaron. "Hold up!"

"What?" Damon asked in an exasperated tone.

"We can't just kill him!" I protested. "What if he still has any information?" I whipped around so that I was facing Aaron. "Do you?"

He started speaking really fast. "Wes gave me a bunch of files on my family history. They're in my dorm. Maybe there's something in there you need, a name, I mean, another lab."

"That's a timely revelation," Damon commented.

"Yeah. Well, you know, he's not gonna help me, why should I help him?" Aaron asked us.

Damon pushed me out of the way, and I gritted my teeth as he did so. But I stood down. He started walking towards Aaron, and with every step Damon took towards him, Aaron took one back. "I don't like you, I don't like your family, I don't like you messing up my relationship. If you're lying, I'm gonna take my thumbs, and I'm gonna gouge out your sad little eyes out of your sad little head!

Enzo walked in, two bottles of alcohol in his hands. "Ah. It's frightening what you can find on campus these days."

"Knock yourself out," Stefan told him before gesturing to all of us. "We're going with plan 'b.'"

"Damon's not," Enzo declared, pouring himself a drink. "Damon's staying right here. He knows all my secrets, so he knows how ornery I can get when I don't get my way."

Damon sighed before turning to Stefan and I . "Call me if you find anything, kill him if you don't."

Stefan and I looked to each other (miraculously, I didn't blush) and then he turned to Aaron. "Let's go."

It was a quiet walk to Aaron Whitmore's dorm room, but when we got there, Aaron said, "All the files of my family history are in here." And he looked under his bed.

I tapped my foot anxiously. "Come on. My sister doesn't have all day." For some reason, the whole idea of vampires being cut up by Wes made me a) want to throw up at the thought of me even being attracted to him, let alone kiss him and b) want to rip Wes apart at the thought of what he could possibly be doing to Elena.

Quietly, Stefan grabbed my arm and pushed me to the other side of the room, before he dashed at Aaron and grabbed his throat. I was about to yell at Stefan, but then I saw Aaron dropping a gun, and was suddenly glad that he had done that. "Is this all a lie, huh?" Stefan growled. "If you want me to kill you, I will kill you. Do not test me."

"Do it," Aaron choked out. "I'm dead already. Damon's been planning my death since before I was born."

What the hell?

"Stefan, let him go," I told him. "Aaron, what on earth are you talking about?"

"Damon left out the best part of the Augustine story, the part after he escaped," He gasped.

I made my way over to Stefan, and gently touched his shoulder. After looking at me for a few seconds, he looked back to Aaron before letting go of his neck. Aaron started coughing, trying to regain his breathing.

"Talk," Stefan demanded.

Aaron took a deep breath before he started. "It wasn't enough for Damon to kill the doctors who tortured him. He had to torture their families and their future families. He spent the last 60 years killing every one of my relatives," Aaron revealed, and my face contorted into one of disbelief as he kept going. "Except he's a psychopath. He leaves one alive so that they can continue the family line so that he can destroy future generations of innocent people. So go ahead and do it, kill me because I don't want to give Damon the satisfaction, so do it," Aaron closed his eyes, waiting for his death. "Do it!"

I looked over at Stefan, who had no emotion on his face. Then, he said to Aaron, "You know, not all of us are like my brother."

Aaron didn't respond. Stefan just looked over at me, and I shrugged slightly. Aaron wasn't going to be of any help. I jerked my head towards the door. Might as well leave.

Stefan nodded in agreement, and I turned to leave. But before I could move, I felt Stefan slipping his hand into my own. I looked from my hand to Stefan, who let a smile grow on his face. A nervous smile covered mine, and my heart hammered as he begins to lead us out of Aaron's dorm.

We were just outside the door before Aaron's voice stopped us. "Stefan?"

We turned around, and walked back inside. Aaron went back under his bed, and this time, pulled out files and papers. "This is everything Wes gave me on Augustine. I saw Elena's and Juliet's last name on a few pages. Maybe it will help."

I gave Aaron a smile as Stefan took the files out of his hands. "Thank you, Aaron."

Stefan looked through the files, and his expression dropped. He looked over to me. "I know where Elena is."

"What? Where?" I asked him, grabbing the file out of his hands.

"She's at your dad's old office. If I run I can get there," He said, but then hesitated.

"What? Go save my sister!" I urged, grabbing his hands and giving them a squeeze. He still looked unsure. I rolled my eyes. "Look, you have to go. I'll get there on my own. Save Elena, and take her back to your house. I'll meet you there." My heart about to explode, I stood on my tip toes and gave Stefan a quick peck on the cheek. It was sort of a kiss of motivation.

That was all that he needed to give me a quick kiss on the cheek, and then he ran right out of the room with his vampire speed. I handed Aaron back his files, before running out of the room after him, my hands tracing the spot that Stefan had kissed me the whole way.

One very expensive taxi ride later, I ran up to the Salvatore house, barging inside. Elena was sitting on the couch, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I ran over to her.

"Thank God," I breathed, leaning over her and grabbing her in a hug. I didn't realize today how much I cared about her until she was taken from me. And now I felt like a real bitch for being a bitch to her.

"Jules," Elena choked. I pulled back, and studied her face. She still looked a bit groggy, but was looking okay.

"You're okay, aren't you?" I asked her, brushing her hair back. "You're not hurt?"

"I'm fine," She assured me. "Just a little tired."

"Well, you just rest up," I said to her. "And if you need me for anything, you just have to shout." I stood up, running my hand through my hair. Now, on to different matters. "Do you know where Stefan is?" I asked her.

"Yeah, he's upstairs in his room, I think," She answered, before opening up a diary that she had in her hands.

"Thanks," I said, before turning to go upstairs. I walked past Damon, who had this sort of conflicted look on his face. Shaking it off, I went up the stairs. I'd been mentally preparing myself to face Stefan since I got into the taxi. I made my way into Stefan's room, where he was fiddling with something on his dresser.

I tapped lightly on his door, and he turned to face me. His previous normal expression was quickly masked by an expressionless one. "Hey," He said.

"Hi," I replied, walking into his room.

The air was tight before I spoke up again. "So, we clearly have a few things to talk about."

"Yeah, I guess we do," He said, shifting his weight.

I didn't like this. Stefan and I had never felt uncomfortable around each other, at least not like this. The air around us was no longer the playful, happy go lucky sense that it usually was. It was a 'make it or break it' sort of sense.

And that kind of scared me.

"Do you wanna sit down?" Stefan asked, gesturing to the bed he had in his room.

I crossed my arms. "I'd rather stand, if you don't mind." I rocked back and forth on my heels. "So..." I drawled.

"So," Stefan said in the same tone.

I huffed. Might as well just spit it out. "Are we going to talk about how we almost kissed?"

Stefan chuckled. "Always one to get to the point, aren't you, Jules?"

I lifted a shoulder. "Well, yeah. I don't know what our almost kisses meant to you. It could have been heat of the moment, it could have been a long time coming." Was I really going to do this? "All I know is that I have feelings for you, Stefan Salvatore. I've had feelings for you for the longest time."

Turned out I was.

Stefan just stood in silence as I continued to rant. "I don't know what the near kisses meant to you. It could have meant nothing. But they meant something to me. A lot, actually. And I don't know how we're supposed to move on from here since we are best friends and we almost kissed-twice-but you are still my best friend, Stefan. And a person that's very important to me and I don't want to lose you."

I took a deep breath after my rant. But Stefan just stood there, still not saying anything. I made a noise of exasperation as I put my hands on my hips. "Well? Don't you have anything to say?"

Stefan just studied his hands for a second while I impatiently tapped my foot. And before I knew it, he was taking three large strides towards me. Before I could ask what he was doing, he gently cupped my face, and pressed his lips to mine.

I was so surprised that I actually almost pulled away from his kiss. His lips were sweeter than I could ever imagine, and I began moving my lips against his with a deep urgency.

He responded enthusiastically, letting his hands get tangled up in my hair. I ran my hands up his arms before grabbing his face, deepening our kiss.

It was...even better than I could have ever imagine. If you had told me a few months ago that I would be kissing Stefan Salvatore, I would have a) ask who Stefan Salvatore actually was and then b) call you crazy.

But here we were, making out in his bedroom. My hands had moved from his cheeks and I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he had moved his hands to the small of my back, bringing me closer to him.

After what felt like forever (but was probably only a couple of minutes) Stefan brought his hands back to my face before gently pulling away. The look on my face must have been complete awe, because Stefan smiled before pressing another quick kiss to my lips.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, very out of breath. How long were we kissing?

Stefan traced the line of my cheekbones as he said. "I don't know. All I know is that I want this." He lifted his shoulders. "You were right. I am ready to move on. And right now, I'm not sure about how I feel about you. Yesterday you were my best friend, but something has definitely changed. I don't know if these feelings are new or if they've been a long time coming." He leaned in slightly, touching his forehead to mine. He closed his eyes, but I kept mine open, not wanting to miss any second of this. "All I know is that I want this right now." He opened his eyes again. "I want you, Capulet."

I couldn't help the few tears that escaped me. Hey, I'd waited a long time to hear those words, okay? Stefan wiped them away before kissing the spots where they were as I said, "I don't know what to say. I really don't."

Wasn't I perfect?

Stefan's lips made their way to my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin and sending me into hyper drive. "You don't have to say anything."

My heart beat picked up double time as he placed his lips firmly back on mine. I had to keep myself from squealing with delight, so instead, I wrapped my arms back around his neck, standing on my tip toes as I tried to cover as much of his mouth with my own as I could.

Just to make this moment a little more romantic, I did the thing that Anne Hathaway did when she was in the Princess Diaries. I slowly brought my left leg up, 'popping' it. I smiled into the kiss at my own little joke.

Suddenly, Stefan pulled back, but didn't move his arms from my waist. He turned his head this way and that.

"What's wrong?" I asked, catching my breath. Though I was slightly (okay more than slightly) disappointed that our kissing session had been interrupted.

"Did you hear that?" He asked, turning to face me. He finally let go of my waist, so I was forced to let go of his neck.

"What?" I asked, crossing my arms. Whatever it was, it was dead.

"It sounded like a thud," He answered. "From downstairs."

"But it's just Damon and Elena downstairs," I told him.

He shook his head. "I heard Elena and Damon both leave the house."

"Who else would be here?" I asked.

"Well, Katherine was here earlier," He remarked, gently pushing me aside as he made his way down the stairs.

Then Katherine was the one who I was killing.

Trying not to grumble, I followed him, but he was down the stairs before me. And then he shouted up the stairs, "Juliet! Call 911!"

"Why?" I questioned, speeding down the stairs. I got my answer as I saw Katherine lying down at the foot of the stairs, seemingly unresponsive. Stefan was applying CPR as he urgently pressed me to call 911.

Stepping over Katherine, I ran over and grabbed the house phone before calling in and saying that we needed an ambulance. I hung up, before going back over to Stefan. I knelt down next to him as he kept doing compressions. "What happened?"

"I think she had a heart attack," He replied.

Oh yeah. Just leave it to Katherine to ruin my moment.

TBC...

SO WE FINALLY GOT THE JEFAN KISS! WHO ELSE CHEERED?

But don't expect things to go too smoothly. There's something coming up in the next couple of chapters that is going to make a real mess of things.

I'm so sorry.

Also, DO YOU GUYS KNOW HOW EXCITED I AM FOR KLAUS TO COME BACK NEXT CHAPTER? WRITING HIM AND JULES IS GONNA BE SO MUCH FUN!

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