A/N: I know that its been a while and I know I am an awful person to let such good episodes pass by without writing them but let me assure you, I am currently writing Isobel as we speak and Founders Day will be not far behind. I just wanna make sure I write them right. Oh, and how bout that Season finale?

Thank you (once again) to Zoe because without her help, i would have miss spelled every word in this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Damon or Elena or Stefan or anyone on this amazing show/book. If I did, I would write myself in to get married to Damon =)

It was the most unusual thing to happen in a very long time. But Elena had called me. Me. She wasn't drunk dialing, nor was she trying to reach Stefan. I picked up the phone and she had asked me to come over. And of course, being the gentlemen that I am, I decided I would do her the honor.

When she opened the door and saw me, she seemed really relieved and I was really curious as to why. I mean, she had Stefan, her knight in shinning armor, why did she need me? Well maybe she was ready to confess her deep passionate love for me. Or not.

"Oh good, you're here."

"You ask I come. I'm easy like that." I walked in without being invited and smiled at her. But she was in no mood for jokes apparently. She put her finger to her lips and motioned to her brother who was sitting in the kitchen eating some cereal. Elena then made her way up the stairs, expecting me to follow. But I smiled to myself. Her bedroom.

"No Elena I will not…go to your bedroom with you!" I laughed, but she just pulled me by the arm up the stairs. I probably got her no dessert for a week with Aunt Jenna.

I beat her up the stairs and opened to door to her room. I took a good long look, seeing as I probably wouldn't get to enjoy this again anytime soon.

"Ah, just how I remember it." She rolled her eyes at my comment.

"Stop messing around." But it wasn't funny to me because I was serious. I had been in this room before. I had come when I knew she was sleeping. Not to be a creeper or anything, but to make sure she was alright. And maybe to see if I would catch her changing.

I grabbed her teddy bear on her bed and lay down. I hoped that this wouldn't be the last time I was ever on her bed.

"You know, did you know that your uncle has been kicking it with the founder's council?" I said, but this seemed like news to Elena.

"What?" she looked really surprised.

"Yep."

"Perfect!" She said sarcastically. But I wasn't paying attention about what she said next. I was starring at the wall where apparently something broke and there was a dent in the wall. My eyes narrowed.

"What happened there?" I asked her.

"Nothing." She looked embarrassed. But she knew I wasn't buying it so she started with her story. "Look Damon, I'm worried about Stefan. He says he's ok but he's clearly struggling." I nodded, knowing the feeling. "How long is it gonna take before he's back to normal?"

"A few days, give or take." She wasn't convinced.

"It's been a few days."

"Give then. What's the big deal?" I go up from her bed and handed her her teddy bear. I made my way to her dresser.

"He's not himself Damon!" I looked at the top of her dresser where she had diaries stacked high. But it wasn't what was on the drawers that brought me over there.
"Maybe it's because he's spent too long not being himself." I opened up the top one where I saw all of these cute bras only Elena would wear. I bet even Stefan hadn't been in here. It all made me smile. She grabbed one of the stripped bras from my hands.

"Please don't make me sorry for asking you."

"It is what it is Elena." I glanced at myself in the mirror before taking one of the pictures hanging on the frame. It was of her and her fake parents. She tried to reach over me to take it, but I was intrigued. How was it that she could go so long without knowing that they weren't her real parents? But I knew she didn't want to talk about that right now. She wanted to talk about her beloved.

"The Stefan you know is good behavior Stefan." I turned and faced her; she seemed interested in what I was going to say. "Reign-it-in Stefan, fight-against-his-nature-to-an-annoyingly-obsessive-level…Stefan." I rolled my eyes. He made all the rest of us look so bad. Elena crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me with curiosity in her eyes. I knew she couldn't believe that the Stefan she knew was this guy.

"If you don't think there's another part to this then you, have not been paying attention." She came very close to me as I sucked on the back of my teeth. Turns out, she just wanted the picture.

"He's not you." She said walking away again. "Not even close."

"Well he doesn't wanna be me." I can't see why though. My good looks, charm…I have too much to list. I looked Elena up and down, and then slowly walked towards her. "That doesn't mean deep down that he's not." I did that thing where I got so close to Elena that our body's just graze each other. And her eyes get really big and nervous at the thought of two Damon's. I half smiled at her reaction and then let my last sentence marinate for a second, then I walked away. No one could be me, but I was sure as hell it was scary to Elena to even have Stefan become even remotely close.

I needed a drink. Story of my life. I ordered one when Elena came up to me. No doubt something about Stefan.

"Have you noticed what your brother has been up to?" She took an olive from the trey.

"Nope. I've been too preoccupied with yours." I turned my body towards her and she looked at me confused.

"Jeremy has been asking questions about Vicky Donavan's death."

"He knows her death was ruled an overdose."

"Really? 'Oh but Sheriff, someone buried her, who would do that?'" I imitated Jeremy's tortured voice and emo personality. Elena was less then pleased. "I know! I know! Me!" I joked around at a probably non-joking problem. "I mean I could compel him but he's wearing vervain."

"No!" Elena freaking shit her pants. "I don't want you to compel him."

"If he keeps asking questions…" I raised my eyebrows at her.

"No Damon I'm serious. I'm not gonna do that to him again." I turned away from her as she assured me that she would "handle it." But I wasn't so sure. No matter. Tonight was all about family and fun. We would deal with the reality of vampire problems tomorrow.

"Ok." I looked at the bouquet of flowers next to me and picked out a rose. It smelled sweet, but it did have thorns. I offered it to Elena. "Don't say I didn't warn you." She took the rose as she starred into my eyes. I knew she felt like I was gonna yank it back and be like "psyche!" but I wasn't going to. I just half smiled and walked away.

Elena was like…crack. Or something like that. Only taken in small doses, but the moment your done…you always wanna go back for more.

I know its short and im SO sorry. I just needed to get these scenes out of the way. Stay tuned for Isobel and Founders Day coming soon. Plus, i do have the rest of the summer to write the ENTIRE first season.