I stood at the door of the hospital room. There was another cop outside of the door; the police never got the chance to tell us the full story in Florida. They said that when they had found Jenna and Alaric at the 'accident', Alaric was screaming about needing protection before he went under. The police were still looking into the suspicious circumstances, but knowing our luck nothing would be found out.

Damon squeezed both of my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek.

"You're okay," He said calmly. I was glad he thought so, because I didn't.

I reached for the doorknob then pulled away.

"Damon I can't." I stated turning around to walk away. His broad hard chest stopped me.

"But you will Elena. This isn't about you, it isn't about me. It's not even about Jenna. This is Alaric, he is your uncle, and he is my best friend. We need to be there for him."

I was trying to think of another protest when Damon spun me around and forcibly pushed me into the room.

Alaric's eyes were closed, there was a steady beat coming from the heart monitor, the tubes connected to his mouth were gone. He need a shave, I hadn't done it in the weeks he had been back for fear of cutting him. Damon hadn't because he wouldn't be able to not give him a chinstrap, or handle bars.

"I thought they said he was awake." I said loudly. "Damon why would they lie about something like that,"

The constant worrying was making me a person I didn't like, it was frustrating for me, I could only imagine how patient Damon was being. We hadn't even been talked about our wedding in weeks, if I still had Karl we wouldn't have had to push anything back. Ugh, Karl – Butterflies, why the hell did he grab Damon's junk. He ruined everything.

"They didn't" The sound was gravelly as though he was parched.

"You sound thirsty Ric, something wrong with the refreshments I got you?" Damon said pointing to the bouquet of mini bourbons.

"Only you Damon would give me a bouquet of bourbon over flowers."

"Well what good will flowers do?" He joked, sitting down and pulling me into his lap.

We were in there long past visiting hours ended; we kept the conversation light and fluffy. Nothing too serious, Alaric didn't once ask about Jenna. I found it odd, but neither Damon nor I were going to bring it up. We finally decided to go when Alaric kept nodding off.

As I was hugging him goodbye he said to me. "Tell Jenna to come by tomorrow, I didn't want her to see me like this."

I closed my eyes as I pulled away to make sure that he wouldn't see me cry. But it was pointless, he was already asleep and Damon pulled me close to him as we walked out.

I wanted to know what happened on that trip, I wanted to know why none of his nurses had the non-heart to tell him his wife was dead. I had a billion questions that were all dashed by Damon's lips once we got to the car.

"He doesn't know," I said after the kiss had melted away.

"Then we will tell him."

"I can't"

"I know you can't, but we can." He said emphasizing the plural. I nodded.

He picked up my left hand and kissed my ring.

"I love you, you know that right?" His eyes searched mine for something that I sure he found.

"Probably not as much as I love you." I admitted.

"Care to put your money where your mouth is Gilbert?"

"I rather have another part of you where my mouth is." He threw me up against the side of the car and we fell into the familiarity of each other.

We had the common sense to move from the hospital parking lot; I never knew Damon's car could go so fast.

We got to the house, and I almost ripped the seat belt trying to get it off.

We were all over each other, as we were trying to get inside. At this point I would've used the porch instead.

Damon pulled at my hair, and that nearly sent me over the edge. We somehow made it inside and to the bedroom.

We had no time for clothing removal; he hitched my skirt, and ripped my shirt. His pants only needed to be unbuckled and his shirt stayed on. His lips were everywhere.

He threw me on the bed and fucked me so well that I forgot my own name.

Only after our breathing returned to normal levels did I notice the uncomfortable object digging into my back.

I reached for it and saw it was a small ring box, I raised my eyebrows. I already had an engagement ring, why on earth was he giving me another one.

Damon lazily turned his head to stare at me. "What's that?"

"Good one," I said, shaking my head as I opened it. I would have to give him credit though he was very good at pretending to be clueless.

I opened to see a tied off used condom.

"EEWW! What the Fuck Damon?" I yelled, tossing it away from me.

We rarely used condoms; it just didn't make sense to waste money like that. I took the pill. So why the hell would he give that to me in such a weird way?

"What?" Damon said surprised by my outburst. He sat up, and looked over the bed to where I tossed the atrocious thing.

His eyes widen in shocked. "Is that?" He left the question open. I nodded my head.

"Why would you give me that?"

"Elena I didn't give you-" his denial stopped as he looked at something behind my back.

Stone face he said "This might explain it," handing me a card with my name on it.

I read it out loud: "Elena, if you want more where that came from come back to sleeping in my bed- or not sleeping. You can stop faking with Damon. I love you. P.S. I miss those nights; you hardly even knew I was there."

My jaw dropped. I felt the bile rising up in my throat. I ran to the bathroom, making it to the toilet just in time.

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