Sorry I haven't updated in a while.

Even though this is a relatively short one, this is the scene that spawned this whole wedding tangent. These two always reminded me of a reluctant brother and sister on the show, after season one anyway.

Caroline

My head is resting on Stefan's shoulder when he approaches. I open my eyes to look at him but leave my head where it is. His hair has grown longer in the time since I've last seen him. A piece of it hangs in his eyes—his sad blue eyes. He's always been so cavalier with his feelings, insistent that he doesn't care or that nothing affects him. Now that I've grown brave enough to look him in the eye, I know that's not true. Everything affects him; he feels everything, and the fact that it hasn't driven him mad is a credit to the control no one thinks he has.

Of course, eternity is plenty of time to lose your mind.

"Mind if I cut in, Brother?" he smiles at me, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

Stefan lifts his chin from its resting place on the crown of my head and turns to his brother. He pulls apart from me, but his open palm still fills the small of my back.

"Only if you promise to giver her back," Stefan smiles.

With all of the love lost between these two over loving the same girl, I expect a level of snark in his reply, but all I can find is sincerity.

"I promise."

Stefan looks at me, and I nod, glad he didn't try to hand me over to his brother without asking my permission. His fingertips leave a trail on my waist as he leaves. Before I can exhale, Damon fills the void his brother left. He pulls me close, not as close as Stefan, but affectionately close. He leads me around the dance floor with the slightest pressure against my waist. I love Stefan, but there's no denying his brother is the better dancer. I would know; I was Miss Mystic Falls after all.

"Where've you been, Damon?"

"Around," he flashes his eyes at me, and the corner of his mouth twitches. He thinks he can get away with vague non-answers.

"Uh-huh, is that the same 'around' Bonnie is always disappearing off to?" He grimaces but he doesn't respond. "The two of you think you're so clever, but I sent both your wedding invitations to P.O. boxes in Manhattan, and then you both conveniently showed up together this afternoon."

He swings me out, and when he pulls me back in with a flourish, he's smiling. This time it reaches his eyes. There's a mischievous glint in them.

Damon dips me so low the breath flees my lungs, and a few of my golden curls whisper against the dance floor. I chuckle heartily, letting him distract me. He swiftly pulls me back up

"You look spectacular," he says to me with a smirk. He does know how to change a subject, "though if there's someone here who hasn't said so already, I'll have to eat them."

I roll my eyes.

"I had a hard time topping my prom dress. That's the last time I borrow from royalty for mediocre high school milestones."

"Ah, don't tell me an original hybrid stole this one for you, too." I make a disgusted face and shake my head.

"Uggh. No. Just a season in Paris and a lot of compulsion."

"Well it certainly paid off." He spins me, and the skirt of my dress expands by a few feet at least.

"Thanks," I smile before the music transitions, and I smile wider. Damon exhales pointedly and drops his chin against his chest. Heart of Glass fills the reception. I pull away to give us more room to dance to the faster tempo but hold onto his wrists.

"Of all the accumulated music from all the years my brother and I have been alive," he mutters.

"You can blame Stefan for Bon Jovi," I grin, "This was purely for your benefit."

"Sure it was, Blondie."

Damon dances enthusiastically through the first couple of verses, but I catch his gaze drift across the party more than once. I follow the direction of his glances knowing before I look what I'll find.

"All the magical walls you've built with compulsion won't come crumbling down if you ask her to dance."

His eyes narrow, "No, not those walls."

The way his face crumples breaks my heart.

"I was kinda looking forward to having a brother now too," I blurt out, making his eyebrows lift further into his hair. "You should come with us."

"What? On the honeymoon?" he laughs. "I don't think you and my brother are ready for that."

I shake my head, "No, I meant after we get back. Come stay with us. We'll make this whole dysfunctional vampire family thing work. You don't have to be alone, Damon."

"I'm not alone, Caroline," he deflects with a suggestive grin and a flash of his eyes.

"First of all, if that has anything at all to do with Bonnie—Eww, Gross. Secondly, I'm serious-"

He puts his hands on my shoulders to stop me. "I'm serious too, Bridezilla. Your newlywed bicycle doesn't need my third wheel." He smiles. I sigh before stepping forward and threading my arms around his waist.

He tenses for a moment with his arms still at his sides before he wraps one around my shoulders and sets his chin on the top of my head. "You're scandalizing your relations," he chuckles.

I pull back and smile at him, "You mean our relations."

"Oh, I definitely did not agree to take that on." He grabs my wrist with a grin and spins me out and into the arms of my husband. Stefan smiles at me lovingly.

"Don't be a stranger, Brother," I call to Damon's retreating form. He cocks his head back in our direction with a lopsided smirk.

"Sure thing, Little Sis," and he disappears into the crowd.

I love these two.

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