Five Days Later

"Hey Roman".

Elena had just exited the bathroom, she was finished getting dressed after showering when she saw Roman walking toward her down the hallway, he slowed down a little when she greeted him. Elena grew concerned at his demeanor, it was a little dark in the hallway, so she couldn't really see his face, but she noticed as he walked toward her that he had a slight stagger to his walk.

"Roman, are you alright?".

Roman stopped just in front of her, she could make out a smile on his face, "Oh, I am just wonderful!".

Roman seemed so content and relaxed, it made Elena's eyebrows crease in confusion, it wasn't like it was a bad thing, but he sounded strange. A moment later, Roman reached and took Elena's hand in his and wrapped his other hand around her waist, she gasped he brought her a little closer to him.

"What are you doing?".

Roman hummed, "Dance with me Elena".

Roman began to sway back and forth. Elena's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but she did not stop him, she just let him sway with her around the hallway while he hummed music to dance to. A few seconds later Elena began to laugh at Roman's playfulness, wondering what had brought this on. Roman giggled with her as she laughed, but then Elena got a whiff of his breath, she smelled alcohol. Elena stopped suddenly, Roman let go of her and took a step back in confusion, her face had fallen, her voice full of disappointment.

"You're drunk!".

Roman was a bit stunned by Elena's reaction, she looked hurt, he scrambled for words "W...W...Well I'm a little tipsy".

Elena shook her head and walked past him, going only she knew where. Roman watched her walk away, he was dejected, he hadn't meant to do anything wrong.

About two hours later Roman walked down the stairs, he was hoping Elena had calmed by now, he ran almost smack dab into her when he reached the bottom of the steps, it seemed like she was about to go up them. Roman stepped aside to let her through, but Elena shook her head.

"No, I was actually coming to look for you...I wanted to apologize for earlier".

Roman nodded, "Yeah, me too. I mean if I was out of line".

Elena shook her head again, "No I don't think you were out of line, it's just that", Elena sighed, "Lately alcohol has meant fights and breakups, so when I smelled it on you, it just brought a bad feeling".

Roman nodded in understanding, luckily he had showered and brushed his teeth to get the smell off of him, he stepped down off the stairs and walked up to stand beside Elena.

"Look I know it's not really my business, but I'm guessing we're talking about your version of Damon when you say that.

Elena looked at him, sorrow written all over her face, she just nodded. Roman sighed, he seemed a bit miffed as he said his next words.

"The only reason I ask is because. I don't know how Damon is where you're from,

So when you say fights...he didn't lay his hands on you did he?".

Elena's head quickly shot up, she looked alarmed, "What?...no...no nothing like that, it was, Elena's voice softened, her head turned to the ground, she took a moment before speaking, "In my world, Stefan died and Damon... had trouble with it. I mean I did too, but after two years, he just seems to get worse and worse everyday and I mean don't get me wrong I get it. I burned my house down when my brother died, but they're only so many times I can write off the drunken bar fights and police calls as just mourning, so on the night I got taken here, just right before it happened. I went off and then he went off, it was so bad and I just don't know what to do".

Elena looked to Roman, who had empathy in his eyes, truth be told she had wanted to get that off her chest for a while, she liked the openness that she and Roman shared, how they just listened to each other and once even showed each other, he had shared a memory of his son with her and he even recreated memories of her parents for her, which sadly led to tears, which was the exact opposite of the reason he did it in the first place, but regardless after that they just talked for hours, he would tell her about places he had been, people he had met, more about his family and she did the same. Now Elena looked at him, just so glad that he was here, he made things so much, easier, hell even made her forget sometimes. Roman who had been lost in thought finally spoke up.

"Well Elena...I wish I could give some kind of advice, but I can tell you what to do or what to say or how to feel. I mean feelings can suck, but you already knew that. Hell I've been trying to get a hold of my emotions for over a hundred years and I'm still a ticking time bomb sometimes, so all I can say is...I hope that when you get back home, that you can figure out everything you need to...and tell me how so i can copy it".

Roman smirked at her and she smiled back at him, "Oh I'll do my best,trust me".

Just then there conversation was interrupted when Romans phone rang, he took it out of his pocket and tapped the touch screen, it didn't seem to do anything. Roman tapped the screen a few times harder before sighing in frustration.

"Damn it!".

Elena walked up to Roman curiously, "What's wrong?".

Roman continued trying to fiddle with the phone, which by now had stopped ringing, "mmmm,I dropped the damn thing earlier and it's just been stuck ever since. I can't get it to do anything".

Elena held her hand out, "Here let me try".

Roman shrugged and handed the phone to Elena, he watched as she went to work on it , but suddenly Elena stopped when she saw the screen the phone had gotten stuck on, her eyes widening. Roman grew concerned.

"Something wrong?".

Elena turned the phone toward him and pointed to the screen, her tone questioning, "Roman what is this?".

Roman got confused, "Umm...it's an old picture I had on there. I was going through them when I dropped it".

Elena shook her head, her voice growing more desperate, "Roman do you know who that is?".

Roman looked at the picture, he was a bit startled by Elena's reaction, the pic was of him and a beautiful blonde girl who was sitting on his lap, it had been taken at the Mystic grill about seven years before.

"Ummm...she's a vampire I met about a hundred years ago, I've dated her on and off, why?".

Elena's face dropped, she was distressed. Roman didn't seem to have a clue.

"Roman, that is".

At that moment the front door of the beach house flew open, hitting the wall with a loud bang, both Elena and Roman turned to the sound. Elena was shocked, Roman was ready to fight. However, Roman's face turned to complete surprise as he saw who the intruder was. Sure enough it was the very girl from the picture, she came barreling into the house, anger written all over her face and she yelled at him.

"WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE?".

Elena looked on, her mouth open, still shocked.

Roman spoke to the girl, he was astonished.

"Rebekah!".