A/N: Okay, I have a really really really good explanation for why I was late in updating. Like always, school is being a complete and total bitch, but I've had two new ideas for Delena stories and I had to write them down. Plus, my thinking process on how I should handle this thing with Stefan figuring it out has been slower than a turtle in sleep mode. But, since I probably made you guys wonder for a while, I'm just going to give it to you straight. This is sort of a filler chapter, but it is needed in the actual story.

~Here's Delena!~

"Well Stefan," Elena said, putting dismay in her voice as she said his name, "That makes two of us." Stefan stared at her, lucky enough to catch her gaze. Big doe eyes studied him curiously while his green eyes were sending him questions he was frustrated about. He wanted to know why she was acting so differently. To put it into words, she was practically seventy-five percent Elena, ten present Katherine, and fifteen percent who knows what. But that description, though somewhat accurate, hardly seemed to scratch the surface of what he was processing by looking at her. Elena—this Elena in front of him—was really hard to describe. Her voice startled him out of thought when she said, "It's impolite to stare, Stefan."

He didn't process her words before he asked, in a considerably alarming tone, "What's wrong with you?" and, as imaginable, Elena was taken aback by the comment and scowled.

"And it's also rude to ask someone questions like that." Elena turned away from him, and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "So I have only one conclusion and that is that you honestly don't care, and that is duly noted for future reference, might I add."

"Wait, what? No, look, Elena; I can tell that something is up. You know me. I can tell these things. Whatever it is, it's killing you inside. So tell me. What is it?"

"Like I keep telling you," she moaned furiously at him. "It's none of your business. Aren't I allowed to keep secrets?" she replied in a melodramatic voice.

But Stefan strictly replied with a "no" that made her frown from displeasure at him. It was a face that he saw a lot nowadays, and although he could control himself from showing it, he couldn't control the fact that he hated her being disappointed at him. It was true that he was "bad" now, but everyone knew that in a couple of moments in time, he'll be back to eating squirrels and birds and bunnies.

"Well, that sucks," she smiled, ending his thoughts to make him listen.

"It really does. But that's what you get when you get two vampire brothers to fall in love with you. You get a hell of an adventure, a lot of dead people, just a tiny bit of heartbreak, and absolutely no freedom whatsoever. It's hell, but it makes for a good story to tell the…wait, never mind. That's insensitive."

Elena sighed. "Stefan, I'm tired It's been a long day and I really don't need your crap on top of my crap right now."

"Come on, Elena! What's the big deal with this! You've told me everything else the past year and a half and suddenly you can't tell me anything besides 'it's none of your business.' What's up with that?"

"You really want to know?" Elena challenged. "Fine."


Elena was furious with him. Something was wrong; she couldn't have had her mood flip switched so easily. What he had said didn't even affect her the tiniest bit, yet there she was on the rim of explosion. She had this whole new feeling of unwanted but need emotion that was constantly bursting through her veins when she was near him. Her old self was used to his presence and could not tell whether to like or hate the same feeling her present self-had. Elena could tell this. These feelings she got were just as good as the images. The feelings were as clear as voices to her and helped her put pieces together, which was how she got that summery of her life put together. But this feeling, the feeling that was coursing through her veins at that moment, was completely unbearable. Something just exploded within her, and before she knew it, she was telling him everything.

"You really want to know? Fine." Elena took a deep breath, which took so long that Stefan had to gesture for her to continue. "I don't know you. I don't know Damon. I don't know Bonnie or Caroline. And I don't know who Elena is, the Elena you know."

"What?" he practically screamed. "You have got to be kidding, right?"

"Not at all. I don't remember a single thing before a truck hit me when crossing the road to my house. All I know is what your brother has told me, and that's practically nothing."

"A truck hit you? When?"

"A couple of days ago, I think. My recollection of time hasn't been a priority. Though, getting my memory back has, so says Damon. Anyway, now you know. This is what Damon and I have been keeping from you. Are you happy now?"

"Absolutely not. How have you been so much like yourself if you don't remember who you are? And if you know nothing, how could you react like you knew everything?"

"It's a little thing I like to call gut feeling. I'm just reacting the way my gut is telling me to. It's done good so far."

"I know this is crazy with me being a vampire and all, but my head hurts," Stefan said, right before leaving Damon's room.

Elena heard a slam of the front door and jumped in surprise, like always. She was feeling a little hazy herself, like the past a hundred-twenty second have been a complete blur. As her, memory cleared up, her eyes widened in realization. Damon was literally going to kill her.

A/N: I'm so so so so so so sorry because I know this chapter is complete and total crap. Anyway, does anybody think that this should be rated T? I ask because I'm looking back and I have a lot of bad language. And I'm also sorry that this chapter was soooooo short! Now I feel bad.

Love you all!

KSMCHICK1999