A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter! I've had this idea in my head, quite a crazy one. After someone asked for some Delena loving, I whipped up this idea. It may make some of you do a double-take, but trust me; it will all pull together in the end. Pretty please R&R, thanks!


His eyes were forced shut as he rested his head against the wall, imagining a future without his wife. Nor a son to raise and watch grow up. He wouldn't be able to see him ride his bike for the first time, board the bus for school, get in trouble. He wouldn't be able to high-five him for getting sent to the principal's office for the umpteenth time behind Elena's back.

Elena.


Damon snapped his eyes open, almost gasping as he glanced around. He suddenly felt light-headed, looking towards the window.

What had just happened?

The curtains flowed along with the breeze, but upon further inspection, Damon could see that the windows were shut. He stopped dead in his tracks as he came upon this revelation. Each ticking second grew even weirder than the one before.

He shut his eyes, trying to remember the very peculiar vision that had overcame him just minutes before. He breathed in heavily as he recalled the last bit where he saw the pale face of Elena upside down in her car. He snapped his eyes open before speeding to the window. Her car was still parked in front of the home, the front door still closed, her bedroom light now flicked on, meaning she was preparing to head out.

Without hesitation, Damon sped to the home, not even bothering to knock as he rushed up to the bedroom where he had seen the light on. Luckily, he couldn't hear or see any signs of his brother or Katherine at the moment. Even if he did, there was a good chance that he would have just ignored him. He was a determined man with a goal set in mind.

His eyes softened as he silently nudged the door open, seeing the half-naked figure of Elena as she worked to find an appropriate shirt for the day. Her entire body tensed when she felt the icy fingers glide against her shoulders, drawing her to a still. Damon watched as his fingers grazed her soft, olive skin.

The breath was hitched in both of their throats as Elena shut her eyes when his fingers began to trace up to her neck. Truthfully, she wanted to run out of the room as fast as she could, another part of her was hoping that it was a dream, while the largest bit just wanted to enjoy the peaceful moment.

His fingers had made their way up to her cheeks before dropping down to her shoulders. Her eyes were still shut as he spun her around.

The warm breath brushed against her ear as he hoarsely whispered, "Forgive me, my dark princess."

Reality seemed to crash down on her head, snapping her eyes open, only to be drowned in the deep ocean that was his eyes. The lump in her throat grew as her heart dropped to her stomach. She had no clue what to say, being torn in half. Forgive him, the angel would scream while the devil would yell, let him suffer. She bit her lip, staring deeply into his eyes, "You have to give me time, Damon." And with that, she plucked the shirt from her dresser and walked out of the room, brushing her shoulder against his. The small amount of friction was enough to drive both of them crazy, just wanting to tear each other's clothing off and relieve the already climaxing sexual tension.

Damon sighed, knowing she would keep her word of having to think it over. He wanted to hear the words from her lips, wanted to feel the closure. It was killing him knowing that she still could not forgive him for his selfish actions. Thinking back to the vision, he realized she never would have crashed if it wasn't for him jumping onto the hood of the car, so he knew that she would be alright driving without him having to worry that she would be seriously hurt.


After finally making it to the town square, she pulled up to the nearest payphone and inserted the correct amount of coins.

She waited a good ten seconds before the person finally picked up, "Hello?"

Elena smiled inwardly, "Care, it's Elena. Sor-"

Caroline immediately cut her off, "Do you know how worried I was about you, missy?" Elena opened her mouth to reply, but she was cut off, "Are you alright? No one has heard from or seen you and Damon in God knows how long."

Elena sighed lightly, "I just needed a break," She clearly lied through her teeth, "So I went to Katherine's-"

"You went to Katherine!" Elena had to hold the phone away from her ear in fear of losing her hearing.

"Yes, Care, I did."

"And you still didn't call me? Don't they have phones there?"

Elena thought about her cellphone in which she had carelessly left at the boarding house, "I don't have my cell, plus the fact that there is no home phone. I'm sorry; I should've called you earlier."

Caroline paused, making it seem like she was thinking, "Just tell me one thing."

"What?"

"Do you want to talk about it?" Caroline asked after making sure Tyler was nowhere in ear-range.

Elena grabbed some more quarters from her pocketbook, checking on the still-sleeping Drake in the car which was parked directly next to the payphone before inserting them into the slot, "Talk about what?"

Caroline sighed, "You know what, Elena," Elena bit her lip, knowing the answer about to spew from Caroline's lips, "Damon." She cringed at the name, remembering their little encounter that morning.

Elena glanced in to Drake before replying, "Yes, I really need someone to talk to right now."


"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Caroline asked suddenly.

Elena thought for a moment, "Emotionally, yes. Physically, no."

"I wish I was there for you more often."

"Don't beat yourself up about it. Nothing you could've done to stop him."

Caroline inhaled sharply, biting back the tears, "Everyone in this town knows that I've always disliked Damon, especially because of what he had done to me. But the truth is, Elena, I can't help but be grateful that he's kept you safe, alive, and has fallen deeply in love you. Every time I see him, he has a look of pure love in his eyes when he looks to you. True love never dies," There was a clearing of the throat before she spewed out, "Call me with the details." Then, she hung up.

Elena's eyes were like saucers as she tried to comprehend the words that came from her mouth. Like a puzzle, the words all came together to form the big picture. Even the person whom she believed disliked Damon the most knows that they're meant to be together. Her heart swelled just at the thought. Rushing to her car, she glanced back to Drake, taking his tiny hand in hers.

"Hey, big boy. We're going to go see Daddy."


Damon sat by the fireplace of the apartment he had rented, not daring to look towards the window. Each time he did, his patience would grow thinner, needing to know her answer. It was killing him.

The emptiness of his hand felt foreign since he almost always had a glass of bourbon wedged into his hand. His eyes darted to the clock, seeing the little hand on the one. The urge for alcohol was becoming overwhelming, so he bound to his feet and quietly walked to the door, grabbing his leather jacket off of the coat hanger before turning the doorknob to open the door.

The beating of three hearts stopped him immediately as he looked up from the ground, leather jacket clutched in his hand. Elena gasped as Damon's eyes grew wide with nothing but pure love. Before Damon could get a single word out, Elena placed the baby carrier on the ground and lunged towards Damon, planting several, passionate kisses on his lips.

She looked into his eyes after pulling back and whispered, "I forgive you."


A/N: Yay for Delena! If you liked, loved, or hated this idea tell me in a review. Anything, including flames, are welcomed.