Here's an update for you guys :) Glad ya'll liked the DE reunion last chapter and I think you'll like this one as well!

Enjoy!

"So the race is tonight?" Stefan asked that following morning.

He was sitting up in his hospital bed, looking a hell of a lot better than he had been all week.

Damon nodded, fidgeting in his chair, "Final stretch. Winner takes all. I have to come in first for the next few of them if I'm gonna qualify."

"But you have Katherine now," his brother reasoned, "Should put the odds in your favor."

Damon smirked, "It certainly won't hurt."

Stefan nodded, but then his eyes dropped down to his hands, "I really am sorry, you know? I never meant for you to have to do this."

"I know," Damon assured him, "But don't worry about that. You just get better, then we can-"

He was cut off by a quiet knock on the door.

Standing up from his chair, he was ready to face the intruder, but relaxed when Elena stepped inside the room.

Now donning her doctor scrubs, she was ever the image of professionalism, though a blush touched her cheek when her gaze met his.

"Hey."

Damon smirked, "Hey."

Elena had had to leave the house early for work, so he hadn't really gotten to talk to her about the night they'd spent together, but from the way she smiled over at him, he didn't think she had any lingering regrets.

She moved to stand next to him, and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her forehead.

She allowed this, before turning to address Stefan, "How are you today?"

"You're the doctor," he teased, straightening in the bed, "Aren't you supposed to tell me?"

Elena's brown eyes rolled, "You know what I meant. How are you feeling?"

"A little cooped up," he admitted, "But other than that, I'm good. The bruises don't really hurt anymore, though my side is still a bit tender."

She nodded and glanced down at some clipboard she held in her hands, "Well, your X-Rays look good. With any luck they should release you as early as tomorrow."

That perked him up, "Tomorrow? Really?"

"Looks like it. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't resting. You still have some healing to do."

"Noted," he said with a nod.

Damon ran his hand down her back then, pulling her attention to him, "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," she said, and the knowing grin that followed reminded him that they'd only gotten a few hours of sleep last night.

Man, it had been worth it though.

"But I'm good," she finished, "You?"

"Better than ever," he promised, leaning down to kiss her.

Like before, her lips were warm and inviting, washing all other thought from his mind as he lost himself to them.

Elena allowed him a brief second of this pleasure, then pulled away.

"I'm on the clock," she reminded him, though her eyes lingered on his face hungrily, "And I should probably go check on a few of my other patients."

He nodded, "Alright. When do you take lunch?"

"Hopefully at one," she told him, "I can meet you out front if you want?"

He nodded and she smiled, then turned to Stefan again, "I'm going to go ahead and write a prescription for you to take with you tomorrow. It'll help with the pain."

He thanked her, and she gave Damon a final kiss before disappearing from the room.

"Sooo," Stefan started, "That didn't take long. I'm guessing you guys worked things out?"

"Something like that," Damon muttered, recalling the rest of the night before; the more unpleasant bits, "Actually there was something else I needed to talk to you about...concerning Lily."

Stefan stared at him, waiting, and with a sigh he launched into the story of what had happened.

"Fuck, that's hot," Mason walked over to where Damon stood, a beer in his hand.

Damon smirked a little, following the guy's gaze to where Elena and Rebekah were dancing to the background music, pressing up against each other in ways that were hardly appropriate for public.

He took a swig of his own drink, eyes focusing on the sway of his girl's hips as she moved to the beat.

"Why do you think I let her have her fun?" he prompted.

Mason chuckled, "Because Rebekah doesn't have a dick."

Fair enough.

"She makes Elena happy," he said instead, "And I get quite the show in the process."

Mason shook his head, "Lucky man."

He clapped Damon on the shoulder, then looked off in the distance, where the sound of car engines revving could be heard across the partying crowd.

"Almost time for lineup," he said, "You're racing the finals, right? Qualifying for Valhalla?"

"That's the plan," Damon nodded, "Only a few more to go."

"Well good luck," he offered, bumping his fist against Damon's shoulder, "I'm gonna go find Will, see if he's lined up yet."

Damon nodded, but his eyes were still on Elena, "I'll catch up with you later."

Mason disappeared into the crowd, and Damon finished his beer while watching as Rebekah's hands slipped down to cup Elena's ass.

The two had began kissing and the pleasure on his girl's face had his dick hardening like diamond.

And they had a bit before his stretch started.

With a smirk, he made his way over to where the girls were dancing and brought his body up flush to Elena's.

He placed his hands on her hip, pulling her ass back against his erection, and she let go of Rebekah to whirl on him.

"Hey, watch it!" she shouted, then realized it was him and smirked, "Oh, hey baby."

Damon took in the sight of her in a cut off band T-shirt that showed most of her midriff, and those tight leather pants that made him want to get inside of her all that much more.

"We have a few minutes to spare before the race starts," he leaned down so she would hear him, wrapping an arm around her waist, "Feel like getting into a little trouble?"

Her grin was answer enough, and she turned around to say something to Rebekah.

The blonde nodded and Elena kissed her cheek before spinning back to him.

"Let's go," she said, taking his hand.

Not wanting to venture out too far, Damon pulled her into the nearest bathroom, and flipped the lock once they were inside.

As he turned, Elena threw herself at him, jumping into his arms while locking her own around his neck.

"Fuck me," she begged him, and he didn't have to be asked twice.

With a groan, he attacked her lips and pushed her back against the wall.

Their lips ravished each other, slipping from mouth to jaw, to neck, and back up, as they pulled at each other's clothes.

Elena undid his belt and popped his pant's button just as he was able to pull hers down her waist.

He sat her on the ground, turning her so that she was facing the wall, and with a few quick motions, slid into her from behind.

She moaned out her approval and he began thrusting in a quick, sporadic motion.

Fuck, Elena was dripping wet already, and his dick glided against her walls, being coated in her juices.

He gripped her hips and slipped a hand around to rub her clit in the way she liked.

"You feel so fucking good, babe," he purred into her ear, nipping her lobe with his teeth.

Her hands were bracing against the wall, her nails grading against the gritty concrete as she grew close to her climax.

"Scream for me," he commanded, "Make them hear it outside."

He increased his speed, and she did exactly as he'd said, his name echoing off the walls as she came hard.

A few pumps later and he followed, burying his face in her hair until the waves passed.

Elena fell against the wall, breathless.

"Thanks for that," he smirked into the skin of her neck.

She let out a short laugh, "Anytime."

He reached back and grabbed a paper towel, wiping her clean before helping her pull her clothes back up.

Then he slipped himself back inside his pants and donned his belt.

Elena came against him as he finished, searching for his mouth with her own.

He kissed her soundly, grabbing her head in both of his hands.

"Now go win," she told him, pulling away, "So we have an excuse to celebrate later."

Damon chuckled, "Sounds like a plan. We can grab a hotel. I'll pick up some drinks, you can invite Rebekah, and we'll have a fucking party."

"Mhmm," Elena's eyes flashed, "Those are my favorite kind."

Damon kissed her again, dragging her body against his for one final token of luck, "I'll see you at the finish line."

She ran a finger over his lips, her eyes flashing up to his, "I'll be wet and waiting."

He growled at the promise, feeling more motivated than ever to win.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Elena breathed against Damon's lips as he unhooked her bra.

He nipped at her tongue, "Oh come on, Hum, this is hardly the first time."

She kissed him hard, gripping his hair in her hands, "Mhmm, I know...but it's been...a while."

Damon's shirt was pulled over his head and as she went for his jeans, he chuckled, "Yeah, I know. And I'm sure Katherine's missed you just as much as I have."

Elena smiled affectionately at the car's interior, "Well she did always offer quite the comfortable seating for-"

She trailed off as Damon took a nipple into his mouth, and her head fell back in pleasure.

Sure, maybe fucking in the back of his car in the alleyway behind the restaurant they were supposed to be eating lunch at wasn't the smartest idea, but at the moment Elena couldn't care less.

All that mattered was Damon's hands on her, his mouth on her, and her's on him.

They stripped away the rest of their clothes and Damon pulled her back into his lap, so that her core brushed against his erection.

"Ride me," he instructed, and it wasn't as if she were going to deny him that request.

They both moaned as she sank down onto him, and his cock stretching her open reminded her of the number of times he'd taken her the night before.

God, if they weren't making up for lost time…

She gripped Damon's shoulders and rocked on him, back and forth.

His hands fell to her hips and his lips pressed against her chest, brushing the skin there lovingly.

"Just like that," he praised when she found a rhythm and rolled her hips, "Right there, baby."

She drank in the pleasure that filled his eyes when he leaned back and let her take control, trusting her to get them both where they needed to be.

After a moment, his hips were thrusting with her, adding to the build she felt coiling in her lower stomach.

"Fuck," she hissed, "Damon, I'm close."

His fingers spanned out on her waist then, his thumbs digging into her hips, grazing over one of her few hotspots as he leaned forward to her ear.

"Fall apart, baby. I've got you."

His words were the release she needed and her orgasm crashed through her, so strong that she lost track of her movement.

Fortunately, Damon took over, wrapping his arms around her tightly as he thrusted up faster, driving into her until he was cumming too.

Elena felt him get off, and his body went slack beneath her.

She smiled and dropped her head into the crook of his neck, "Damn babe."

"Better each time," he agreed, "I've fucking missed you."

"I've missed you too," she promised, "Especially this part of you."

Damon smirked, "Well, you can have as much as you want, Hum. I'm yours for the taking, always."

"As much as I appreciate the offer," she grinned, "We should probably get cleaned up and at least try to grab some food before I have to be back. I only get an hour break."

He nodded, "Yeah, you're right...what time do you get off tonight?"

"Around eight," she said, "Unless something drastic happens. Your race is at ten, right?"

He nodded and she placed a small kiss on his lips, "Then don't worry, I'll be there. Did you get ahold of Oscar yet?"

Damon nodded, "I got his number from Enzo. He was sure as shit surprised to hear from me, but agreed to take a look at Katherine this evening."

Elena smirked, "The sex smell should be gone by then."

He chuckled, "Hey, she was long over do for some christening anyway, and I was long over do to be inside of my gorgeous wife."

"Like we weren't literally fucking all last night," Elena teased.

Damon shrugged, "We could fuck for weeks and I'd still never get tired of you, Hum. We're too damn good together."

Elena smiled, "We always were...but unfortunately I have a real job now, one that I have to get back to soon."

"Yeah," he sighed, "We'll go get a quick lunch and I'll drive you back."

She nodded and they got dressed, opting for a drive-through meal that they could eat on the way back to the hospital.

"So, how did Stefan take the news about your Mom?" Elena asked, unwrapping her burger.

"About as well as could be expected," Damon said, reaching into the bag between her legs to steal a french fry, "He was surprised to hear about you having been pregnant. I guess Lily didn't bother to tell him either. You never mentioned it to him?"

Elena shook her head, "Lily and Bekah were the only ones I told back then."

Damon switched lanes easily as they passed a red Mazda, "Well our mother hasn't tried to contact Stefan yet. He was pretty pissed about what she'd done to us, but I'm not sure he's a hundred percent ready to write her off."

"That is his choice to make," she allowed and Damon grunted, "Yeah, I guess."

"And you're sure that's what you want?" Elena pressed, "I mean, she is your mother…"

Damon shook his head, "After what she did to you, Hummingbird, she could rot in hell for all I care. We don't need her."

Elena nodded, but didn't press the point any further.

She remembered the expression on Damon's face last night when she'd found him at Lily's.

There was no way he was going to be forgiving that woman any time soon, if ever, and that was his choice to make.

And as bad as Elena felt for being half of the reason for that drift, she couldn't deny that it also made her feel sort of relieved.

Lily was one of Damon's biggest ties to the circuit life, and without her there to encourage him otherwise, maybe it would easier for him to leave once this business with Klaus was over.

At least, that's what she hoped.

"You okay?" Damon asked with a frown, obviously having sensed that her mind had wandered off.

She forced a smile as she met his gaze, "Yeah, I'm okay."

He nodded, then reached for her hand, "You'd tell me if you weren't though, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Damon sighed, "Just that I know how you are. You're strong, and you like to deal with things in your own way, and you've had to do it alone for years now…"

He glanced over at her, "I just want to be sure that you understand that I'm here now, baby. And if you're ever not okay...I want you to be able to tell me."

She smiled genuinely now at his concern, and leaned over to kiss his cheek, "Don't worry. Right now, I'm happy here with you. But I'll let you know if anything changes."

He nodded and turned to kiss her, while skillfully still keeping an eye on the road ahead.

She laughed a little and pulled away, "I know how good you are, but let's not try multitasking while driving."

Damon smirked, "Later, then."

"Later," she agreed and took his hand in her own.

The rest of the day passed by fairly quickly, as Elena made her rounds and went in to check with Stefan as often as possible.

Caroline had returned a few hours back, and on Elena's final stop by the youngest Salvatore's room, she found the two of them in a heavy liplock.

With a smirk, she cleared her throat, announcing her presence.

They jumped apart faster than she would have thought was possible, but upon seeing her, Stefan only gave a sly grin.

Caroline, however, blushed scarlet, and cleared her throat as she straightened, "Elena...hey."

"Hey," Elena glanced over to Stefan, "I guess you're feeling pretty much all better."

"Pretty much," he smirked shamelessly.

Not that she could really blame him, with the number of times he'd walked in on her and Damon in compromising situations.

"Good," she nodded, "Everything's confirmed for you to be able to check out tomorrow, though I'm still recommending you get some major R and R. You got a ride?"

"I'll take him home," Caroline answered, reminding Elena that the two of them shared a place now.

It was hard to believe, considering Stefan was practically still in school when she'd known him last.

"Alright, then I guess that's everything for tonight. The nurse will be by to check on you in a few hours, and you have the push button if you need anything in the meantime."

Stefan nodded, "You about to head out?"

"Yeah, shift ended," she told him, checking her watch, "And from the address Damon sent me it's gonna be a good minute drive to get to the meet up, so I should probably go."

Caroline glanced over at her then, "You're going to the race?"

Elena nodded, "Damon's stretch is at ten."

Stefan's expression dropped then, and his eyebrows drew together, "This is his first one?"

"Since being back," she confirmed, "He won't admit it, but I think he's a little nervous. Not that he needs to be. I mean, he still drives as good as ever."

The frown didn't leave Stefan's face, "Any clue what Klaus wants from him? Other than Valhalla obviously?"

Elena shook her head and answered with a sigh, "No idea. But the King will have to play his hand eventually. All that can be done until then is for Damon to compete and hopefully win."

Stefan nodded, "Yeah...I guess you best get going then. He never did as well without his good luck charm."

She rolled her eyes, but silently agreed with him.

Damon needed her there with him for this race, and that's where she intended to be.

"I'll text you when he reaches the finish line," she promised, and said goodbye before stepping out of the room.

It didn't take long for her to find her car out in the parking lot, or to get to her house so she could grab a change of clothes that wouldn't make her stick out like a sore thumb.

Then she followed the directions that Damon had sent her until she found what had to be the place.

Cars with revving engines, loud music and chatter, cheers from the crowd...yep, this was it.

She took a moment to find safe parking, then she pulled out her phone and dialed Damon's number.

When voicemail picked it up, she tried Rebekah's instead.

This time she got an answer, "Hey Hum! You're missing the party."

Elena couldn't help but laugh, "I'm at the party, actually, but I figured I'd get your 20 before bracing the crowd. Is Damon with you?"

"He was," Rebekah answered, sounding as if she were moving, "But he went off with Enzo a minute ago. I'm by the line up, but it might be easier for me to come find you. Are you by entry drive?"

"A little down actually, parked on the street behind the hord. I'll start heading toward the line up though."

"Okay," Rebekah said, "Stick to the edge of the crowd and I'll find you."

"Sounds good."

Elena hung up and took a deep breath before stepping out of her car.

No matter that she'd been back around for a couple weeks now, the idea of the circuit, after so long away, was intimidating.

It also didn't help that with each and every meet, the stakes were going to raise and the intensity would only increase until they finally hit the big one.

But it was for the only family she'd ever had, so she would just have to deal with it.

With that decided, she pushed herself forward, towards the sound of engines.

Rebekah found Elena only a few minutes after their phone call ended, though she spotted the woman before the brunette saw her, and had to pause.

Five years, and Elena was still a walking fantasy.

Even more so tonight, in dark skinny jeans that showcased those long legs of hers and an off-the-shoulder shirt that Rebekah would bet showed off Damon's tattoo any time Elena lifted her hands.

Simple, dark, sexy...

This was the Hummingbird she remembered.

"Elena!" she called, after one final appreciative roam over the girl's figure, and the brunette spun toward the sound of her name.

A smile turned her lips when their gazes locked, and like so many times before, it sent a shiver through Rebekah's body.

"I never realized how many blondes there were," Elena joked, walking over.

Rebekah laughed, moving in to hug her, "Well, you know what they say about blondes and fun…"

"To each their own," Elena smiled, pulling back after a moment, "Everything going good for the set up?"

Rebekah nodded, "As far as I've heard. Katherine's prepped and ready to go. The boys were talking strategy or some bull before deciding to grab a beer."

"Great," Elena sighed, "Alcohol and cars."

The blonde chuckled, "I suppose you have to be slightly inebriated, to do what we do."

"Then I'm a shot or two behind," Elena said, "Let's go find the guys."

Rebekah nodded and reached for her hand, which Elena squeezed habitually, and led them through the crowd.

It didn't take too long to find the guys, who were huddled around the Crow's camaro like it was the holy grail.

Even Oscar was there, talking upgrade possibilities with Damon.

Damon, who's entire attention was diverted as the girls walked up.

A grin crossed his face and he paused whatever the others were saying to hurry over to Elena and pull her into his arms.

Rebekah watched as he lifted the woman by her waist and planted a hard kiss on her lips.

Her brow rose at the gesture, wondering when the two of them had reconciled and figured it was probably soon after Damon's last fight.

Which would explain why he'd been in a much better mood this evening.

"I wasn't sure you were going to make it," he was saying, holding Elena against him.

"It took me a minute to find you," she admitted, "Is your phone off? I tried to call."

Damon frowned, then checked the thing, "Sorry Hum, I guess I didn't hear it."

Elena waved off the apology and kissed him again, this time a little longer than before.

"It's fine," she assured him, brushing the disarrayed strands of hair behind his ear, "Bekah found me."

Rebekah smiled as Damon smirked over at her, "Trying to steal her away before I even get to see her? That's cold, Barbie."

She laughed, "Then I guess you can Ice Queen to your list of nicknames."

"Hmm," he pondered, "Does have a nice ring to it."

Elena smacked his shoulder good naturedly, and scolded, "You have bigger things to worry about than picking on her, you know."

He nodded, a more serious look returning to his face, "Right. Well, we've done about all we can for now. Wanna look?"

Elena nodded with excitement, as fast cars never failed to fire up her personal transmission, so to speak, and followed Damon over to Katherine.

"You placing a bet on this one?" Tyler leaned over to ask Rebekah, as Oscar and the others greeted Elena, "Three down on the Crow to win."

"I'd be an idiot to bet against that," she smirked, and dug for her wallet, "And if I'm putting money on you, I expect you to win, Salvatore."

Damon laughed, "I'll do what I can, babe, but that's all I can promise."

"You've got this," Elena assured him, and he smiled down at her, the same look on his face that was always there when he stared at Elena.

Oh they were totally fucking again.

Rebekah smiled and shook her head, happy for her friends, and also a little selfishly happy for herself.

Maybe being with Damon again would bring Elena back.

This life was practically made for her, even if she wanted to deny it, and not that Rebekah didn't completely understand why she'd needed some distance, but time had passed and things had changed, and the Hummingbird needed to come home.

And as long as Damon was here, Rebekah doubted Elena would leave.

An announcer came overhead then, calling attention to the final line up, and a new excitement buzzed out of the group.

"It's time," Enzo called to Damon, who nodded, then looked down at Elena.

They held each other's gazes for a moment, and the brunette smiled, "Baby you've got this. I'll see you at the finish line."

Damon smiled a little and leaned down to kiss her for a final time, first on the lips, then on the forehead, before turning to Oscar, "Alright. Let's see what she can do."

As he climbed behind the wheel, Elena walked around the car to stand at Rebekah's side.

A turmoil of emotion played in those brown eyes, and when Katherine drove for the starting line, Elena took her hand.

"I'm so fucking nervous, Bekah."

Rebekah felt a surge of emotion that Elena still felt comfortable being honest with her, and she squeezed her hand, "Damon's the best, Hum. He'll win."

"I know," Elena assured her, "But I haven't watched him race since Valhalla, and we both know how that ended. What if he gets hurt? Or there's another bust, and-"

"Don't worry about that," Rebekah told her, "Damon knows what he's doing, Elena...and this is for Stefan. He's not going to let anything jeopardize his win. And as for the police...my brother finally got smart with one thing and paid off a guy to help in that department."

Elena frowned, "What do you mean? The police are in Klaus's pocket now?"

"Hardly," she scoffed, "But he has a guy on the force that keeps him updated. So we'll know if anyone's closing in on our location."

Elena seemed to muse over that, "And it works?"

"It has so far," Rebekah nodded, "So like I said, try not to worry."

The woman smiled, "I'm always going to worry. But we should head over, so we don't miss it."

"Good idea," she said, "And while we wait, you can tell me what's going on with you and your man."

A slight blush rose on Elena's cheek, but she simply shrugged, "I love him. He loves me. And now that we know the truth-"

"That Lily's a lying bitch," Rebekah recalled, still a little pissed about what the woman had done to Elena.

It was so fucked up.

To her surprise, Elena smiled a little, "Yeah, well, Damon took care of that. I don't think she'll be too much of an issue anymore."

"Yeah?"

Elena nodded and as they walked, she gave a quick down run of what had transpired between Damon and his mother.

"Holy shit," Rebekah gasped, "Damon actually could have killed her. And for you, he would have."

"Don't I know it," Elena sighed, "But that's basically where it all stands right now, so we're just kind of going with it...we'll figure it out along the way."

She nodded, "I hope you guys do. I've kind of missed you being around."

Elena smiled, "I've missed you too, Bekah. I really have. I'm sorry that I never kept in touch. Just with everything that happened-"

"You don't have to explain," Rebekah assured her, "I understand. But you're here now, right? So let's relive some old times and cheer the Crow on to the finish line."

Elena nodded with a smirk, "Viva la Valhalla."

Vroom Vroom! lol The Crow is racing again!

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And shout out to Kim! Thanks for all the venting and bouncing, hun!