Hey guys! Sorry for the lateness of the chapter, but I started classes again and of course on the first day of one of my classes my car decides to throw a fit. I've gotten a lot of questions about if Alex will be in The Originals. I don't really have an answer for that. I've never seen the show. I am really just watched The Vampire Diaries and making it up as I go along. So, as of now I would say her going to New Orleans is unlikely, but not impossible.

Season 3 Episode 16 1912

"Alex!"

I jumped, not expecting to hear anyone call for me that early, not expecting anyone at all really. I sat up in my bed, ready to fight off any attacker. I could hear the person's swift movement's move through the house. There was a loud thump, as if the person dropped something.

"Alex!" I heard my name again. "Where are you?"

I furrowed my brows. I knew that voice. But it couldn't be…

"Mom?" I called out when I reached the living room. She turned around, not smiling like I had planned when we were reunited. "What are you doing home?"

"Damon called me!" She yelled, pulling her rat's nest of hair up into a bun. "Alaric's been arrested!"

I stared at her for a long time, not even blinking. Not only was she not supposed to be home yet, but Damon was definitely not supposed to be calling her to bring her back. And then there was the biggest matter at hand. Alaric had been arrested, and I didn't know why.

"Come on, we've got to get down to the station." Mom said, grabbing my arm. She tugged me toward the door. But before we got to it, she stopped. She turned back to me and pulled me into a tight embrace. I sighed, putting my own arms around her. I missed her so much.

"I missed you." She whispered into my hair. I smiled holding her tightly. "Now, let's go get my boyfriend out of jail."

I scoffed, following her into the car.

We had been standing in the front of the station for a good twenty minutes. The deputy up front wouldn't let us see Alaric, and my mother was frantically trying to convince him to let her inside.

"Please." Mom said desperately. "I just got back from a trip to Europe and I have to see him."

"I'm sorry ma'am but he's not allowed any visitors." The deputy responded. Mom huffed. I was still pretty curious myself. Why would Alaric be arrested? He was a good guy, a history teacher. He was on the good side, why would he be in jail?

"Can we at least know what his charge is?" Mom asked. The deputy licked his lips. He wasn't supposed to tell, I could see that. However, my mother was a persuasive woman, and he knew that she wouldn't leave until she had some sort of answer.

"He's a suspect in our recent murder case." He said. "That's all I can say."

Mom didn't speak. I didn't even think she was breathing. I stepped up behind her and put my hand on her shoulder. She was staring at the deputy as if he had grown two heads.

"I don't understand." Mom said, looking down at the top of the counter. "He… he wouldn't…"

"No, he wouldn't." I tried to reassure her. "Why would he be a suspect when he was attacked himself?"

I felt mom tense beneath my hand and she looked at me sharply. Neither Alaric nor I had told her this information. We figured that we shouldn't worry her, and telling her that her boyfriend had been stabbed would not have made her trip any easier.

"I can't tell you anything else." The deputy replied, growing agitated with us. I huffed, taking mom's arm and leading her away from the counter. I had to see him. There had to be a reason that he was being charged with this.

"When was he attacked?" Mom snapped at me. "What the hell has been going on?"

"Nothing." I replied. She gave me a look. "It wasn't a big deal."

"Being attacked and charged for murder is definitely a big deal!" Mom almost shouted. "I'm never leaving you again."

I sighed. None of this would have been an issue if Damon would have kept his big mouth shut.

"Speak of the devil." I said when I saw Damon stroll through a door with the sheriff. I set a glare at him, crossing my arms over my chest. He set his eyes on me, but didn't look the least bit afraid.

"Sheriff!" Mom shouted, catching Sheriff Forbes' attention. "I have to see him."

"Ms. James." Sheriff Forbes said sadly. "I can't let you go down there."

"Yes you can." Mom replied. "You're the sheriff."

"He is a suspect in a very serious case." The sheriff said. "This is serious business."

"But he's my boyfriend!" Mom whined. "I have to talk to him!"

The sheriff opened her mouth, but I saw Damon nudge her. The sheriff looked up to him and he made a face. She then sighed, taking out her keys.

"Fine." Sheriff Forbes said. "But you only get five minutes."

Mom grinned widely.

"That's all I need." She said. The sheriff lead mom out of the front room and back towards where they kept the law breakers. It was weird to me, to be calling Alaric a law breaker. Once they were out of sight, I turned to Damon.

"I know you are going to lecture me." Damon said before I could speak. "But she needed to know, and he needed to see her. And since you are linked to the Originals-"

I cut him off by wrapping my arms around him. As mad as I was at him for messing up the plan and bringing her back when there was danger around every corner, he wasn't wrong. I needed my mom, now more than ever. Sending her away was hard, and for my sanity it probably wasn't the best decision. And now, she was back.

"So, you're not mad?" He asked, putting his own arms around me.

"Oh, yes I am." I told him, pulling back just enough to see his face. "But I did miss her."

"I know you did." He replied, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I smiled leaning into him. "Now, this whole thing with Rick…"

My eyes burst open. I almost forgot about Rick. I pulled back, why was Rick in jail?

"What happened?" I asked.

"Meredith Fell is setting him up." Damon explained. "He found the murder weapon in her apartment and she shot him."

I felt my jaw drop. How many times could that man cheat death? If it wasn't the ring, it was vampire blood, and from what I had seen, the ring wasn't working like it used to. Could things run out of magic? Was that even possible?

"So, Meredith's the murderer then right?" I asked. "So why isn't she in jail?"

"Because the serial killing doctor has a solid case against him." Damon replied with a sigh. "There is only so much the sheriff can do. It's her word against his."

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. I was hating this Meredith more and more every day. How could she do something like that to Rick? He was so nice and such a good person. Who would want to set him up?

"So, what are we going to do?" I asked. Damon shrugged, making me furrow my brows. "You don't have a plan?"

"Sheriff told me to stay out of it." Damon said. "So, I'm staying out of it."

I gave him an incredulous look, and even scoffed for emphasis.

"When have you ever stayed out of things?" I asked. "Your best friend is in jail."

"What do you want me to do? I guess I could rip out Dr. False Accusation's throat." Damon suggested "Maybe her tongue. You know, I could chew it up into little tiny pieces and feed it to the squirrels."

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest and giving him a look. Killing Meredith wouldn't get Rick out of jail. We had to find evidence and put her psycho ass in jail.

"Don't worry, I'm really going to stay out of it." Damon replied. "I was thinking about hanging out with Stefan."

"Wow." I said with a smirk. "You're not going to get your ass in trouble and you're going to bond with your brother. How sweet."

He gagged.

"I'm an evil vampire." Damon replied. "I'm terrifying, not sweet."

I rolled my eyes, putting my hands on his shoulders. His fell onto my hips, like that's where they belonged. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him full on the lips. He kissed me back, as if on instinct. But I didn't let the kiss go too long. Mom would be back any second, and I had to figure something out. If Damon wasn't going to get involved, I would.

And I knew just who to call to help me.

"Rick was arrested?!"

I winced at Elena's frantic screaming. Granted, my partner in crime was not ideal, considering that I had not fully forgiven her yet. However, if there was anyone I knew who would throw herself into danger in a very quick second, I knew it would be her.

"Meredith is framing him." I explained. "And Damon's staying out of it."

"That doesn't sound like him." She said. I shrugged. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Get involved." I replied simply. "Go to her apartment, scope the place out."

If there was any evidence to convict Meredith, or to prove Alaric's innocence, I was betting that it would be in her apartment.

"Are you sure that's smart?" She asked. "I mean, we could get into big trouble."

"When did that ever stop you?" I asked. She smirked. "We will be in and out before she even has a clue."

Elena pursed her lips, as if she was thinking about it. I figured she would be totally on board, considering Alaric had been acting as her guardian ever since Jenna died. But it looked like she was skeptical of my plan. What was with everyone growing a conscious lately?

"Fine." She said finally. "Let's go."

I smirked, standing from my chair in her kitchen and leading the way out the door. We piled into her car and made our way to Meredith's.

"What would she get out of framing Rick?" Elena asked. I shrugged.

"Maybe to get the police off her back." I replied. "She killed two people, and tried to kill Rick, twice. She's a psycho."

"But why Alaric?" Elena asked. "He was attacked. Wouldn't she pick someone more motivated?"

"She's saying those wounds could have been self-inflicted." I said with a scoff. "Bitch is good."

"You sound like Damon." Elena said fondly. I tensed in my seat. "Sorry."

I looked over my shoulder at her. She had that distant, sad look on her face. Whenever she mentioned Damon, I always got upset. But why? Why was I so insecure about my relationship? Nothing had happened since the kiss, and Elena had been doing everything to make it up to me.

"You don't have to be." I said. She looked over at me surprised. "You and Damon are friends. I can't be mad about that."

"But I thought…" She trailed off. I swallowed. "Alex, I know that I can never really make it up to you."

I set my jaw. I don't think I could ever fully trust her again, but I was trying. I was trying so hard.

"But I love Stefan." She said. "You know that."

I nodded. I remember her crying in my arms, repeating it over and over again. That was after he threatened to drive her car over the bridge. No one else was there to see her break down, no one but me.

"And Damon… I can't explain it." She said. "We have this… weird connection."

I licked my lips.

"It's not really romantic." Elena continued. "But… we understand one another."

I looked out the window, trying not to let it show that I was slightly bothered by this. She was saying that she had a connection with my boyfriend, and the way it sounded made my skin crawl.

"But I would never stand a chance." She said. I looked over at her with furrowed brows.

"Why?" I asked. She gave me the same confused look, with her eyebrows furrowed. Then she started to laugh. She was laughing at me. In my vulnerable state, she was laughing at me. I felt my blood boil.

"What?" I snapped. She let out another laugh or two before she calmed herself down. I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm glad you find this amusing."

"I'm sorry." She said through her laughter. "I just… you don't get it do you?"

I gestured for her to explain further.

"Doesn't matter what kind of connection I have with Damon." Elena explained. "It doesn't matter how many times I kiss him."

I bristled at the thought.

"He's in love with you." She said, looking at me. "He will always choose you."

I let her words sink in. I knew Damon loved me, he told me almost every day. But to actually hear someone else say it, to hear that they noticed, it was something completely different. Elena, the person who had betrayed my trust, had made me go absolutely crazy… she was telling me that she didn't stand a chance against me. Beautiful Elena, who has a heart of gold and always wants to help… she was telling me that I was better than her.

That I won.

"Here we are." Elena said, pulling up to Meredith's apartment building. "We should hurry. Don't know how long she will be in surgery."

I watched her in amazement as she opened her door and started heading toward the front. I blinked a few times before a smile formed on my face. I then scrambled out of the car and following her to the door.

Alaric was glaring at his hands. How could he have been arrested? Meredith attacked him! She shot him! He remembered it very clearly. He found the knife, the murder weapon that was one of his own weapons, he turned around and she shot him dead.

And it didn't look like anyone believed him.

"Rick?"

He looked up, recognizing the voice. And then he saw her. Her blonde hair in a messy knot on the top of her head. Her make up smeared and clothes wrinkled. And still she was beautiful.

"Lauren?" Alaric said, standing and going toward the bars. "What are you doing here?"

She was supposed to be in Europe until further notice. Damon compelled her that she had to stay away no matter what. How could she be here?

"Damon called me." She explained. "What happened?"

Of course Damon called. Not that Rick was complaining. Being able to see Lauren in this tough time was the best thing to happen to him.

"It's a really long story." He said taking her hand through the bars. "I'm so happy to see you."

She smiled, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. Alaric hadn't had much luck with women. His wife, whom he loved, was dead, having left him for the supernatural world. Jenna, whom he also loved, was also gone. But Lauren, she was still alive, and he planned to keep it that way.

"I'm happy to see you too." She said. "I'm going to get you out of here."

"I don't know if that's going to happen." Alaric said. "They have a pretty strong case against me."

"Well, whatever happened we are in this together." She said. Alaric smiled. She then got as close as she could to the bars and placed a kiss to his lips.

Alaric had been in love, but the way he felt about Lauren were feelings like no other.

"I love you." He said, the words slipping by him before he could even stop himself. Lauren pulled back from him, looking at him in surprise. Alaric's mouth fell open and he stared at her, waiting for what she would say or do. He half expected her to run for the hills. But she stayed put.

"You don't have to say anything." Alaric said, although he really wished she would. "I just… had to say it."

Lauren smiled, kissing him again. Oddly, Alaric didn't really mind being in jail.

I was knelt in front of Meredith's front door, using a bobby pin to jiggle open the locked door. Elena was keeping watch, very nervously I might add.

"How do you even know how to do this?" Elena asked me. I shrugged.

"Jace taught me." I replied, hearing the lock finally click. "That's what you get when your best friend is a misunderstood foster kid."

Elena chuckled before she stepped inside. I followed behind her, closing the door when we were both inside. Meredith's apartment didn't look any different than any normal apartment. It didn't look to be the home of a serial killer who was framing my mother's boyfriend. However, I knew better.

"Come on." Elena urged. "I don't know how long she will be."

I nodded and the two of us started rifling through her stuff. To be quite honest, I couldn't really find much of anything. It was hard to even know what we were looking for. We knew that the police had been here, that they had scoped the place out.

"If I were a murderer…" I said in a quiet voice. "Where would I hide incriminating evidence?"

Elena looked up from the paper's she was looking at. Her gaze shifted over to the hall closet. She then went to the door and pulled it open. I furrowed my brows, walking over to her.

"Meredith's a founding family." Elena said, going toward the back of the closet. She knocked a couple times against it, getting a hollow sound. "Help me with this."

I scooted into the closet with her, and the two of us pulled the panel off of it. Inside was a hollow space, where a box sat.

"Skeletons in the closet." Elena said. "Just like a true founder."

I smirked, grabbing the cardboard box and setting it onto the floor. The two of us sat cross legged on either side and started looking through it. There were all kinds of things in here, but the most incriminating were the medical folders.

"Brian Walters." Elena said looking through the folders. "Bill Forbes."

I grabbed a rather large one, overflowing with papers. The name written on it made my blood run cold.

"Alaric Saltzman." I said, flipping it over for her to see. Her eyes winded. We got the psychotic bitch.

"She's got everything on him: medical records, old court documents…" Elena trailed off looking through the folder.

It was true. Meredith had everything on each of the victims. She had the most on Alaric though. I continued to look through the box. There were other things in there, stuff that was not of importance to the situation at hand. At the bottom of the box, I found an old, leather bound book. I pulled it out, examining it.

"Is this a journal?" I asked, looking it over. It was old, a little tattered from age. I opened it up to see who it belonged to. "Samantha Gilbert?"

Elena's head shot up and she took the book from me. She tuned a couple pages with furrowed eyebrows.

"Why would an old Gilbert journal be in her closet?" I asked.

"I don't know…" Elena replied, looking through the journal some more. I picked up Brian Walter's folder, trying to see if we missed anything.

"Have you talked to Bonnie?" I asked, trying to make conversation. Elena tensed, then she shook her head. "I'm starting to get the feeling she's avoiding us."

"Us?" Elena asked. I nodded.

"Matt told me that Abby is in transition." I said, referring to Bonnie's mother. "And well… she wouldn't be if you didn't need saving and I didn't come up with the idea…"

Elena stared at me for a long time. They weren't just trying to save Elena that night. They were also trying to save me. And by doing that, Damon turned Abby. I knew that Damon would do anything to protect me, so I shouldn't have put it past him to do something like that.

When Elena didn't say anything, I looked over the coroner's office sheet in Brian's folder. My eyes scanned over the paper, until something caught my eye.

"Didn't you say the medical examiners time of death was between one and three a.m.?" I asked. Elena looked up at me again.

"Yeah, why?" Elena asked. I turned the sheet over so that she could see it.

"Because the county coroner's office says that's wrong." I told her. She dropped the journal and took the paper from me. We caught her. We had enough evidence to prove that Meredith was a psycho and they would let Alaric go.

However, my little celebration didn't last too long. The sound of the unlocking of the front door alerted me that Meredith was home. Elena and I shared a panicked look before we grabbed the box and bolted for the closet. I closed it behind us silently, so that she wouldn't be able to hear us.

The adrenaline was pumping through my veins, and even the slightest sound could alert Meredith to our intrusion. I barely breathed, just listening for any sign that she was leaving. Elena looked to be doing the same, both of us staying quiet. I looked down, grabbing the Gilbert journal and shoving it in my back pocket.

There was the sound of the front door opening and then it shut. I let out a breath of relief. She was gone, and we hadn't been caught. Elena and I shared a triumphant smile before I turned and opened the door. What I did not expect to find was Meredith standing right in front of us.

I let out a gasp, and out of my shock, I decked her right in the face. Meredith let out a shriek as she held her nose. I could feel Elena tense next to me, and I knew that I had just made this whole situation worse.

"What the hell?!" Meredith yelled at me, holding her bloodied nose.

"Sorry?" I offered with a shrug. Elena elbowed me, effectively shutting me up.

"I'm calling the sheriff." Meredith said, going to her phone. Neither Elena nor I tried to stop her.

"What were you thinking?" The sheriff asked us. Elena and I sat in front of her judging gaze, feeling like children being scolded.

"I know we had no right-"

"No right?" The sheriff asked Elena. "You broke the law. You assaulted someone!"

"In my defense…" I said holding up a finger. "She surprised me."

The sheriff shook her head.

"You're lucky that Meredith isn't pressing charges." The sheriff said. "Neither of you should have been there."

I knew she was right. We shouldn't have broken the law, and I shouldn't have broken Meredith's nose. However, we had no other choice. All evidence pointed to Alaric being guilty, but we all knew he wasn't.

"But, we found something that clears Alaric." Elena said. "It gives him an alibi in the Brian Walters murder."

"You mean this?" The sheriff asked, holding up a piece of paper. I squinted at it.

"What is it?" Elena asked.

"A letter from the county coroner's office correcting the error in the time of death of Brian Walters." The sheriff said. "Meredith Fell received it today. She brought it to me several hours ago, full of apologies for accusing an innocent man."

Shit.

"Both of you… just go home." The sheriff said. "Alaric will be released as soon as the letter is authenticated."

Elena and I nodded, going out of her office with our heads hanging low. There was no way that Meredith got that lucky. How could she get that lucky?

"Thanks… for everything." Elena told me with a smile. I looked up at her in surprise. All I did was punch a doctor in the face. But I couldn't help but smile as well. I then reached back to where the journal had remained hidden from the sheriff, and I extended it to her.

"Here."

She took the journal, gingerly, in her hands. She then met my gaze in shock.

"You took it?" She asked. I shrugged.

"I already punched her in the face." I replied. "Figured it was yours anyway."

Elena grinned, looking down at it.

"We make a good team." Elena said, looking back up at me. I scoffed. "Come on."

The two of us piled into her car and we drove. We didn't really talk, and honestly we didn't have to. Something had changed between the two of us. Something was different, but a good different. It was closer to what it would have been like if the kiss had never happened.

"Are Damon and Stefan still at the Grill?" Elena asked. We passed by the restaurant, Damon's blue Camaro sitting in the parking lot. "Want to go tell them the good news?"

"Sure." I replied with a shrug. I would have to tell him anyway. And I knew that Damon would get excited over the fact that Elena and I were talking and plotting together again.

We walked toward the Grill, coming toward the dark alley next to it. However, I hadn't realized Elena stopped dead in her tracks until I ran into her. I blinked a few times, unable to understand what had happened.

"What are you doing?" Elena asked out loud. She wasn't talking to me. Her face was pointed toward the dark street. I turned to where she was looking and found that we weren't alone.

The first thing I noticed was Stefan. He was hunched over his eyes dark, veins protruding from his face, the vampire fangs exposed and covered in dark blood. Then I noticed the victim, her clothes stained with blood, but the wound on her neck healing like magic. Then I noticed Damon.

"What the hell is going on?" I barked, looking at the brothers. "Turning the Grill into your own little buffet?"

"Elena." Stefan said in a husky voice. "I can explain."

Elena let out a whimper of sorts, and I knew that the scene in front of us was upsetting her. I was upset myself, but where Elena felt like crying, I felt more like screaming.

"Relax, Alex." Damon said. "Just a little experiment. There's no need to make this more dramatic than it needs to be."

"Dramatic?" I repeated. "You want to see dramatic?"

Damon scoffed, as if what he had been doing, whatever it was, was perfectly ok. I could handle that Damon was a vampire, and that the way he had to live was by taking the blood from others, however, there were alternatives to killing someone.

"Let's go." Elena said, turning on her heel. But I didn't follow. "Alex."

"What kind of experiment was this?" I asked, stepping forward. Stefan was wiping the blood off of his mouth guiltily. "See who could finish her first?"

"Alex, please." Elena begged. But I didn't listen.

"Or was it to see if you two would get caught?" I continued. Damon sighed.

"I'm leaving." Elena said, and I heard her stomping toward her car. Stefan looked like he was going to follow, but the look I gave him made him turn the other way. That left only me and Damon, and Stefan's newest victim.

"I'm trying to help Stefan control his thirst." Damon explained. "If he learns to control it, he won't have to kill."

"Or if he goes back to animal blood this would never be an issue." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "You're using people."

"Is she dead?" Damon asked, his tone firm. "No, she's fine. She won't even remember this in the morning."

"Is that what made drinking from me ok?" I asked. Damon stiffened. "You healed me and then wiped my memory, so that makes it ok?"

I didn't remember what it felt like when Damon drank from me, but I knew it happened. I had forgiven him for that long ago, but seeing him doing it to someone else… it made my stomach sink.

"That was different." Damon mumbled.

"How?" I asked. "She's a daughter, a girlfriend, a sister… what makes her any different?"

"I love you." Damon said, taking my shoulders in his hands. "And I wouldn't hurt you."

I shook my head. He wasn't getting it. This wasn't the Damon I knew. This wasn't the Damon I loved. This was the Damon before, who hurt people, who used them. This wasn't my Damon.

"I can handle the blood bags." I said. "But this… using people as your brother's little test subjects… I'm not ok with that."

"We are vampires." Damon said, as if I didn't know. "This is what we do."

"Well, I don't like it!" I yelled. "This is not ok Damon!"

"Stop yelling at me." He ordered, but I didn't stop. How was this girl any different then me? She looked around my age, maybe older. Why should she be hurt, used, all just because Stefan couldn't control himself and Damon pushed him? It wasn't fair.

"I'm leaving." I said, then I pointed to him. "Don't you dare follow me."

He didn't.

Elena and I sat in the car for a very long time. Neither of us spoke. We just sat in complete silence, thinking to ourselves. How could he do this? I thought he was doing better… that he was being good.

But Damon was a vampire, he had made that very clear. His value of human life was the bare minimum, and I believed that was only because I was still human. What would it be like if I were ever to turn? Would he go back to thinking that humans were disposable? That they were just a tasty snack?

Did I even want to become a vampire? I saw what it did to Stefan, how his hunger takes over and completely changes him. Would I be the same way? Would I cease to value human life like they did?

"I'm sorry." Elena said suddenly. "About Damon."

I shrugged.

"I should be used to this." I said sadly. "It wouldn't be the first time…"

She nodded slowly and the two of us fell into silence again for a few minutes.

"Do you ever wonder if it's worth it?" She asked. I looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. "Loving them… going through all of this pain. Changing everything we believe in?"

I swallowed. Was it worth it? I loved Damon. I believed I always would. But everything I had been through… was it worth it just to keep him?

"I don't know." I answered honestly. "I really don't."

"Me either." She said. She shifted uncomfortably. "Hey… um… I'm really sorry."

I furrowed my brows.

"About what?" I asked. She swallowed visibly.

"About the whole… linking you to the Original's thing." Elena said. "It's my fault."

I stared at her. Esther had used Elena's blood to bind the spell. However, she hadn't known what she was doing at the time. Once it was done, there wasn't much she could have done. No one could know that the spell would have linked me as well. I sighed.

"You didn't know." I told her. Elena swallowed visibly as the two of us fell into silence. It was silent, but not awkward. It wasn't tense either. It was just… silence.

"Well, Alaric will be back soon." She continued. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure." I replied, opening the door and hopping out. She waited until I was inside before she drove away. I sighed, closing the door behind me.

I flipped on the light, and practically jumped out of my skin when I saw my mother sitting there.

"God!" I yelled, holding my hand over my heart. "Why the hell are you sitting in the dark?"

"I wanted to scare you." She said with a smirk. "I'm supposed to be lecturing you. That's what the sheriff told me to do."

My blood ran cold. The sheriff told me that she was going to call my mom. I should have seen this coming. But she didn't look mad, not even a little disappointed.

"But I'm too tired to lecture you." She said. "And I know you were just trying to help."

I nodded, moving to sut next to her on the couch. I leaned my head onto her shoulder and she put her arm around me. She placed her cheek and the top of my head.

"I missed you." I told her. She chuckled. "I missed you a lot."

"I missed you too." She said, kissing my forehead.

Neither of us spoke, just sat there in silence. I closed my eyes. Even after what had happened to day, with breaking into Meredith's apartment, getting taken to the sheriff's department, and with Damon's little experiment, I was glad to have her there.

I was glad to have her home.