The Departed (2nd revised version)

Summary: What if Rebekah never ran Matt and Elena off the road? What if Elena had chosen Damon, and not Stefan? What if Alaric had never killed Klaus? What will happen? Read to find out.

As Damon, Rebekah, and Alaric faced one another, Damon told Bonnie to go, Klaus in his coffin in the back of the vehicle. And she did.

Damon and Ric locked gazes with one another, Damon in front of Rebekah a little, protecting her from Ric. Ric was going after Originals first. And Rebekah was Klaus' sister. An Original. Plus, Damon loved her a bit. But now like he did Elena.

"What are you going to do now, Ric?" Damon taunted him. "Klaus is on his way home."
"I'll kill him after her, once you're out of the way."

"No can do, Ric. If you want her, you have to kill me first. But that's right. You don't want to yet."

Ric lunged forward and Damon did likewise, ramming into him. Both rolled on the floor in a tussle of enemies, while the blond Original watched the fight, unsure what to do. She wasn't sure if she should help Damon, stay where she was, or go home.

Elena and Matt were almost to the bridge, when she suddenly had a change of mind.

"Turn back around," she said to her friend who was also her ex-boyfriend. But that had been years ago when they had broken up.

He looked at her.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
And with that, he turned his old truck around towards Damon Salvatore.

Once outside the place, she looked at Matt.
"Go home and be careful. Damon will take me home."
She got out and he drove away, as she ran inside.

She stopped in the room to see the scene. Alaric and Damon were fighting, Rebekah on her side hurt. It looked like Damon was handling okay, so she went to kneel at the blonde's side.

As she lay on her side, she watched the fight. Then Elena was at her side. She felt nauseous and disoriented. There was blood on her right hand from trying to stop the bleeding; her blood. And she felt more of her blood running down the right side of her head. She also knew that she had a dislocated collarbone, fractured left rib, and a possible concussion. Her vision was blurry, and her stomach, gut, and right side were still bleeding. She found it hard to stay awake. And her own blood was a pool in front of her, bloodying her left hand and arm.

This is what I get for stupidly trying to help fight Alaric. Death is my reward, she thought.

"Rebekah. Oh, God. Hang in there, Rebekah. I'm right here. I'm here to help," Elena informed her, though she knew she was badly injured. She could see that she was barely conscious now. She had to do something. So, she gently rolled her onto her back. She then put her arms under hers, gently pulling her towards and against her, until her head was against her shoulder. She knew it was possibly a mistake, but it was all she could do. She rolled up her left sleeve and put her wrist to her lips.

"Drink, Rebekah."

With those two words spoken, the Original did drink. First, very weakly. But as her strength began to be restored, her drinking became stronger and she opened her eyes, as her wounds healed.
Once healed, she stopped and got to her feet, Elena doing likewise. Rebekah then bit her wrist and held it out to her.

"Thanks. Now you have to heal. So, here. Drink."

Elena warily did so.

"Don't worry. I won't kill you or anything," she promised the human, sensing her unease.

Elena let go, she and Rebekah's wrists healed.

They saw that Damon was losing, Ric on top of him, Damon on his back, them fighting over a stake.

"You should go home," Elena told Rebecca, whom obeyed, vanishing at vamp speed.

Elena saw a knife and picked it up, putting it against one of her wrists, stepping towards them to stand a foot away.

"No, Ric!" she yelled.

He had a tight hold on Damon's throat, as he turned his head to look at her, stake raised to strike.

"You wouldn't. You're bluffing."
"Am I? Do it and see if I am," she challenged.
"No," Damon said, knowing what would come.
"Then do it," Ric said, and turned his attention to Damon again.

She looked at Damon, telling him with her eyes to trust her. That everything would be fine. Ric started to bring the stake down, but dropped it when she cut her wrist. And then Damon plunged Ric's White Oak stake into his former friend.

As he pushed Ric off, he heard the clatter of the knife and a small noise. He knew she was dying, eyes closed, lying on her back.

At vamp speed, he knelt at her side and gently pulled her into his arms. He bit his wrist, positioning her head gently back, and put it to her lips, making it go down her throat.

Once her wrist was healed and she wasn't dying anymore, he gently picked her up in his arms, as he got to his feet. Something he was all too familiar with.