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Stefan sat quietly in the car with Otto.

"So what now?" He asked her. She looked at him blankly.

"What now?" she repeated back to him like it was just now occurring to her that this was kind of a bad situation. "Well, nothing has changed except I have to play the part of the devoted girlfriend."

"Can you do that?" He asked her. It was a simple enough question and Otto wished that she had an answer. Her feelings washed back and forth like she was a teenage girl. She hated Silas. She didn't hate him. She cared for Stefan. She didn't care for him. After all the years she had lived and she still couldn't get her thoughts straight. She had saved him. Well that had been something. She must care about what happens to some degree if she threw herself in front of Silas to save him. She could have waited fifty years like Silas had said and found the other doppelganger. Now Silas knew she was alive and what the hell was she going to do now? But despite how she knew she was supposed to feel she wasn't sorry she had saved him. In fact, it made her feel like she needed to make sure he was okay.

"What are you thinking over there Eight?" He asked looking worried.

"I'm thinking that I have no idea what the hell I'm thinking." She paused and gripped the wheel tighter. "I'm thinking I need to get my shit together and decide what I'm going to do and sort out everything in my brain. You would think it would all be clear to me? That I would have it figured out right? After all we are supposed to be better than humans. I keep going back and forth like a child who can't make their mind up." She said irritated with the situation but mostly with herself.

"Why did you save me?" He asked her which only added to her mental distress.

"Oh look. We're here."

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Stefan sat up in his bed flipping aimlessly through one of the magazines they kept on the bed side in the hotel. He wasn't even looking at the words or the pictures just flipping through. He realized that he was in a bad position with Otto knowing everything about turning Silas human. And now Silas was here and somehow the plan was supposed to work exactly the same. There was something that she wasn't telling them that they needed to know. He would just have to get her to trust him enough to where she would tell him. She had saved his life but he wasn't under any illusion that it was because she was having second thoughts about opening up. She had an agenda and if she saved him there must have been something in it for her.

When they had pulled up to the hotel she hopped out of the car quickly and watched as Katarina got out of the car Silas was driving. He had taken the form of a tall man mid-thirties with salt and pepper hair. Otto walked up to the checkout and got an extra room with two queen beds and convinced Silas that he should keep an eye on Katharine since she had left once before. Stefan could see the tension lift off her shoulders as e accepted this. He guessed she had been sleeping alone for a long time and she wasn't anywhere close to ready to be close to him. Stefan also caught the look that Silas gave Otto. It was as if Silas knew that Otto belonged to him. It upset Stefan a little that he thought he was entitled to her. But that wasn't all that was in Silas' gaze. Distrust lingered as he stared at Otto walking into her room. Stefan knew that sooner or later this was going to blow up in someone's face.

A light knock came on the door. Stefan barely heard it and almost ignored it but then he heard it again. Barely anything at all but Stefan got up and opened the door. Otto stood there in the open doorway staring up at him. He took a minute to take her all in. She was wearing an emerald green nightgown with thin straps. The lace of her bra was showing and Stefan directed his gaze back to her face but just as he was about to invite her in she put her finger to her lips and held up a bag she was holding. She slipped by him and went to sit on his bed. He closed the door and watched her pull stuff out of her bag. She held a pad of paper to him. He sat down and eyed her as she rummaged through the bag again and retracted her hand that held a pen with a triumphant grin. He took it as she started writing.

He may be listening. I can't tell. I haven't known him for awhile

He nodded and started writing

So this is the best option? What are you doing here? It's weird to see you without your boots.

He watched as he smiled. He thought maybe he liked to make her smile more than anything he could remember.

Couldn't sleep. Are you making fun of my boots?

I wouldn't dare.

She smiled and lay back on the bed. He thought this would be as good a time as any to implement his 'trust Stefan ' plan. So he picked up his paper and wrote. He tapped her on the leg. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. She read the note he had written.

So why save me?

She rolled her eyes and sat up. She got her paper and just stared at it for awhile. She picked the pen up and began to write. When she turned it to him she almost looked irritated. But it was irritated in a good way like she was going to smirk at him and call him a bad name.

It would have been a pain to have to wait another fifty years. It wasn't a big deal just a minor complication.

You have been running from him for a thousand year . Saving me put everything in jeopardy. A slight complication?

You sure ask a lot of questions kid.

She smacked him with the pad of paper. He grabbed her wrist and noticed that she was wearing the bracelet that he had gotten her. His thumb skimmed her wrist and he fingered the silver wing clasp that held it together.

"You know…" his voice sounded weird against the silence "This reminded me of you because of the wings. When I first saw you I thought you were an angel. Like maybe I had done something to deserve that. I thought you were there to save me. Imagine my surprise when you turned out to be nothing but trouble." When he looked up at her she had leaned closer to him. Her eyes were wide and looked at him like he had just punched her. His gazed traveled down to her mouth and his heart sped up. She bit the corner of her lip her mouth was a perfect heart shape. He reached up and she pulled away a little but he still put his hand in her hair

"How much does your shampoo cost?" He asked her but instead of answering she leaned in and kissed him. A light press of her mouth on his and before he could react she pulled back and covered her mouth.

"Oh." She sounded as surprised as he was. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Well I guess we had better fix that." He leaned pulled her wrist and caught the back of her head and kissed her. He kissed her like he needed to be kissed. Like he needed to take care of someone. She sat for a moment pressed against him doing nothing. Then she reached her hand around his neck and kissed him back. She pushed him up against the head board and put sat on her knees on either side of his legs. She kissed his nose and his eyes she bent down and kissed her neck. She pulled away and grabbed his shirtfront. She breathed quickly and scrambled back from him picking up a pad of paper.

No Stefan.

"No huh?" He ran his finger down his back as she shivered. He lowered his mouth to her shoulder and kissed it. Her eyes closed. "Still no?" he asked as she smiled but shook her head. He kissed across her collarbone. He wasn't sure exactly what he was thinking but he felt like he needed this even if it meant nothing. She shook her head again but cupped his face in her hands.

"No." she kissed him. "Nope." She kissed the tip of his nose. "Absolutly not."

He slid one of the hands on his face and kissed her palm.

"You are trouble." She whispered trying to pull her hands away but he caught them.

"I'm trouble? The only trouble here is you Eight." He kissed both her hands. "and after all the trouble you dragged me into I think that you owe me." He kissed her neck again.

"Is that so?" She kissed him one more time lingering a little longer than she should have before she gathered all of her things and put them in a bag.

"Do you want some coffee?" Stefan said straightening up. She looked at him and then dropped into a chair.

"Just Coffee. And stop talking so loud." She shook her head as he walked to the Coffee pot on the counter.

"And how exactly do you take your coffee Eight?"