Hey there readers! New chapter is up for you. Don't be mad at me for the angst in the previous chapter. The feeling of it is so much worth it. This chapter is full of surprises.

When Damon got back to his living room, he saw Klaus sitting in the couch, fiddling through his phone. Once Klaus heard his footsteps, he shot up to look at him with a smug, which soon disappeared at the look on Damon's face. He poured himself a glass of bourbon and started drinking while sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

"Mate, I think you shouldn't be brooding now that you got the girl." He was trying to humor him, but failed miserably as Damon shot a deadly glare at him. He shook his head and curiously asked. "Ok now what happened?"

He took a long swing and then growled his reply, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Whatever you say, mate." He shot his hands up in surrender. He knew it was best if he remained quiet. In the end, after Damon finishes half of the bottle, he would open up on his own. He may have been away in Virginia but he knew this habit of Damon didn't fade away. So he sat there calmly scrolling down his Facebook page.

Just like Klaus anticipated, after having 7 or 8 shots, he started talking in his drunken haze. "Elena hates me."

Klaus laughed. "Man you really are a scatterbrained drunk."

"You should have seen her face downstairs." He said in a hard voice. He had a depressing scowl on his face that made Klaus feel concerned.

"What happened?" Klaus asked again.
"She was talking about how no strings attached doesn't quite work and always end up as more."

"So you two were actually discussing about me and Caroline?" He arched his eyebrows questioningly.

"Congratulations Klaus." He clapped his hand mockingly, before continuing. "I then swooped in and told her that it can. So obviously out of curiosity she asked how do I know? I told her 'been there done that'. That's when the mega question dropped about the name of the girl whom I was banging for years without feelings. All it took was these words, 'I don't want to talk about it and never ask me that'. Then I had to turn my face to not look at her, because her big doe eyes are too much for me. The next thing I know is her getting inside the car without another word." He slumped more into the couch thinking about it.

"And why would you say that?"

"You know how awkward it is to talk about your past with your current? I'm not ready for the ex talks yet. We barely started dating." He sat up straight to look straight at Klaus.

"I know. But you should've said it more gently other than being a douche. You should've made her feel like the current one by not hiding. Besides she probably knows that you were a man-whore, so might as well say it and ride off to the sunset with her." Klaus didn't know the point of not telling her. Everyone knew that he had so many girls in his life. But on the other hand, this girl carried so many meanings unlike others. But nonetheless Elena should know it sooner or later.

"Thanks Klaus." He said sarcastically. "It's too late now. She probably hates me." he looked away and downed another glass.

"No she doesn't. Go tell her why you were being a dick. She deserves the truth. I mean seriously mate, you are so meek."

"No I'm not meek. And I'm going; you better not touch the alcohol. Because there is 90% chance of me returning with a kicked ass." He stumbled out off the house, which made Klaus contemplate whether it was a good idea to send him drunk.

Meanwhile at Elena's place

"I don't get it. You were smiling ear-to-ear upstairs. But why are you so grumpy now?" Her saddened look didn't go unseen by Caroline.

"I don't want to talk about." She snapped.

"Okay snappy." She lifted her hands up in air. "Let's lighten the mood with juicy details of last night." At the mention of last night she became more emotional. The person who cherished her last night was the reason she was sad. He was still not comfortable with opening up. She knew that. But she still hoped that he might at least tell her the name now. Not turn away like that to avoid looking at her like she was some sort of trash. "So how did he pleasure…?"

"I said I don't want to talk about it!" she yelled and started to cry. Caroline was still shocked by her outburst. God she was so emotional these days. Where was the strong independent woman she used to be? Oh right she's been on a leave since her parents' death.

"What happened, Elena?" She said softly sitting next to Elena on the couch.

"I'm sorry. It's just I've became so emotional these days that even minor things makes me so sad." She sniffed.

"What did Damon tell you?" It didn't take her long to realize who was behind this. Elena explained everything that happened from her point of view.

He managed to stumble inside the car he called using Uber. Even if he was drunk, he still was able to type her address with some letters missing. But the driver figured it out.

After 20 minutes of driving in the street of Manhattan he arrived at his destination. He stumbled through the door having the loss of memory of which floor she was in. The alcohol started it's magic after some time. He contemplated calling Caroline and asking her.

"Hey Barbie, which floor do you live in?" he said drunkenly.

"What the hell, Damon? Why are you asking me this now?" her chirpy voice rang through the phone, and boy she's angry.

"I got things up my sleeves, that includes proving you're fuck buddy that I'm a screw up. Now will you answer my question, Barbie?" He asked. He will surely not remember any of these.

"First, stop calling me Barbie. Second friends with benefit sounds a lot better. Third it's 9th floor, second to the left. And fourth are you drunk?"

"Just a little bit." With that he hanged up the phone.

Elena was still crying in the couch when Caroline left to answer a phone call. Not five minutes later, the doorbell rang. She wiped the tears rolling down the cheeks. She walked to the door and opened it, only to be met by the blue ones.

Everything Damon wanted to say went out of the window when he saw her puffy brown eyes.

"Damon, what are you doing here?" her voice was still thick. Seeing him standing there was making it a lot hard for her, but not as hard as he was taking it.

"Stupid! Idiot! Brain dead moron! Son of a bitch! Bastard! Mother-fucker!" He was cursing himself and practically ripping his hair out. He didn't know the affect of crying Elena until now. Knowing the fact that he was the reason why, he wanted to jump off the building.

"Damon…"

"No Elena. I really am a screw up. I should've just told you, instead of wearing my drama queen pants." He was ranting like a maniac.

"Damon, you're dr-" he again cut her off.

"No, Elena I've…"

"Damon, shut up! You're too drunk for the conversation." She put her palms around his face and urged him to stop. Damon was staring at her for a few seconds before crashing his lips with hers.

The way her body responds to him is beyond comparison. He had his arms tightly around her torso and was backing her against the wall opposite, not exactly caring that the main door just closed by the wind with a roar. He pressed her against the wall and his hard body. Elena pushed against him to separate herself enough for them to get a room.

On the other end of the hallway Caroline was standing there watching them walk inside the room. She was glad her best friend was happy, but she sure as hell was not ready to get scarred for life. So she left leaving the two lovebirds alone.

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She didn't know what she was doing? However she was insanely enjoying it. The rational part of her brain was telling her that she was the sober one. But the way he was sucking on her pulse point was making her drunk with him. He removed his shirt and worked on getting her out of her tank top. He found her bare under. He threw it somewhere near his shirt. He attached his lips with hers and picked her up and almost tipped over, as his balance was still hazy with alcohol. Thankfully the bed was just a few meters away.

When he stumbled backwards, he fell over the soft mattress with Elena exactly on top. He felt like he was floating with ecstasy. The alcohol was affecting and so was the beautiful brunette above him.

She pulled back from him to see his eyes. He stared at her eyes, and spotted tears glistening in the corner of her eyes.

He cupped her face and wiped the tear that rolled down.

"No-"

"Shhh…" She put her index finger in his lips, which she replaced by her lips. They were kissing tenderly. Damon flipped her on her back and made sure that her head had hit the soft pillow. He moved to her neck kissing his way to her collarbone. He placed open-mouth kisses between her breasts, tracing the sensitive area with his tongue. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, causing Elena to arch her back. He placed a light kiss in the delicate flesh before making his journey down to her stomach. Elena was unbuttoning his pants. He helped her get rid of his pants along with his boxers. He licked a trial up to her belly button. He got her out of her pajama. When she was completely bare he rubbed two fingers along her folds to test her wetness.

"Oh Damon please…" she moaned. He placed a soft kiss on her clit, before climbing backup and kissing her open-mouth. He pulled back to take his rock hard length and insert the tip first. In no time he was fully seated inside her. He started to dive inside her hard and deep touching unknown parts inside. "Damon!" she was screaming his name over and over. She wrapped her legs around his waist urging him to go faster. He made her realize how much she liked it rough.

"Elena…" he grunted as he could feel his release getting closer.

"Damon I'm close," she said between panting and loud moans.

"Fuck Elena! Cum for me, baby." Just like that she came hard. Two thrusts later he came deep inside her. Thank god for birth controlling pills. Her legs unwounded from his waist and he slumped on top of her. His head laying on her chest and she was running her hand through his hair massaging his scalp. His eyes were slowly drooping close with all the combinations of alcohol, tiredness and her angelic hands.

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Not before placing a feather light kiss on her chest and whispering "I love you."

It was loud enough for her. She let the tear of happiness come. She smiled and kissed the top of his head before whispering back, "I love you too." However he was already asleep to register any of it.

Damon was confused when he woke up. At first he felt like the 7 dwarfs were digging his brain. Second he realized that he was drooling. Third he found that he was lying in a very soft, almost familiar human the pounding on his head he looked up to see no one other than Elena. What happened last night? The last thing he remembers was yelling at Klaus and drinking an alcohol he never had before. He attempted to move, but ended up letting a grunt as his brain was jumping. That causes Elena too finally open her eyes.

"Hey your awake." She spoke in her groggy voice.

"I wish I hadn't." Confusion crossed her face. She was almost at the verge of thinking he regretted last night or seeing her. "My head feels like it is going to explode." Upon hearing that, she sighed in relief. She completely forgot that he was hopelessly drunk last night.

"I'll get you Advil." She got off the bed and searched for the robe to cover her naked form. Seeing her like that made it completely obvious about what they did last night. She left the room to get him an Advil and glass of water. Suddenly like a ton of brick he remembered every single detail of last night, except the last part was a bit hazy. But he remembered that he said something before sleeping. Probably some sort of rubbish. Elena came back with exactly what he needed. She had a soft smile plastered in her face. As she sat beside him and played with the strands of hair in his face. After emptying the glass of water he looked up to her. They were just staring for a moment before Damon took her bottom lips into his mouth, kissing her softly but intensely. Elena pulled back first.

"What was that for?" she asked breathless.

"Nothing. I'm just glad to see you." She again gave her signature blush. Damon then remembered the purpose of his arrival. "Elena I'm really sorry about yesterday. I should've just told you instead of acting like a jerk." Elena was about to say something, but he cut her off, "No listen to me. I didn't tell not because I don't trust you or wasn't comfortable telling you. I didn't tell you because I'm disgusted with myself. I didn't want to tell about my past relationship with my present and who can possibly be my future. Saying her name would just revive everything." She looked at him curiously. "She was my wife, Rose." Elena's mouth was agape trying to say something. He was in friends with benefit relationship with his wife? "I know it's a lot to take in. I mean you're probably thinking why I married her if I didn't love her. The thing is that, our marriage wasn't based on love or something. It was based on business, partnership and work related. It was arranged marriage. At that point I wasn't exactly in a good shape. I thought my capability to love had gone. I lived with work and one night stands. Rose was my childhood friend and we kind of slept together a few times. That's when my father comes in and tells me to marry her in favor of work and save my reputation. Her father did the same. I wanted to please my father and she wanted to please her father. Since we didn't love each other like that, so we became sex buddies." He looked up at her for her judgment after hearing everything.

"Wow I didn't expect to hear that." She was still processing what he just said.

"I know I was pretty naïve back then." He let out a nervous laugh.

"So you didn't love her?" She raised her eyebrows.

"No, but she was like my best friend and I thought about a future with her just the way it was."

"Thanks for telling me." She leaned forward and gently kissed his forehead. He encircled her hips with his arms and held her there.

Once she came back to his level he asked, "Do you have to go to work?"

"Yes. I am leaving at 9." She looked at him.

"Okay when do you come home?"

"Around 3 and 4. Why are you asking?" she asked interrogatively.

"I was actually thinking about taking you out on a date." He smirked when he saw the smile that crept over her mouth.

"Sounds good to me." She breathed out.

"So I'll pick you up at 8?" He asked.

"8 it is." She nodded.

He couldn't stop whistling with happiness. All the employees were eyeing him with disbelief. It was a pretty unusual sight to see. He always had the hard-ass persona. He practically jumped in his seat, still whistling a song him and his brother once wrote.

"Wow someone seems happy." Said the familiar voice of his best friend.

"Hey Ric." He smiled awkwardly at him. Ric nodded, but then his face started to turn serious. Yep it's happening now.

"Listen Damon, I'm sorry for what I did. I know…"

"It's okay, Ric. I was acting like a dick. Maybe we should meet up and talk about everything." He smiled and never in his life did he feel this relieved.
"Okay so today-"

"Not today. I have a date." He felt awfully giddy while saying it.

Ric's eyes almost fell out of his sockets. "Damon Salvatore is going out on a date? I can't even picture that."

"Well everything has a correct time." He said shrugging, but still grinning.

"Or shall I say a correct girl. So whose that lucky girl?"

Now Damon knew Ric was like a father figure for Elena and he actually wasn't sure if he wanted to deal with Ric showing his disapproval about screwing anything up. "Elena." He said nervously.

"Wow, I saw that coming." Damon's eye shot up to him in surprise. "What? It was pretty obvious." Ric shrugged and turned to leave, but just before he reached for the door he turned back. "Little tip. Don't sleep with her on the first date."

"Too late, grandma." Damon tried to say it nonchalantly.

"You slept with her!"

Elena didn't mention his confession to him. He was too drunk and sleepy to remember it. What she didn't know was that why did she have to say it back? Maybe I was in some sort of haze after the sex or am I really… She shook her head at the thought. The feeling was unlike any other feelings she had but all she knew it was intense. Every thought about him was interrupted as soon as she entered the school.

Just like Damon told her the fact about them seeing each other was now on newspaper and magazines. Caroline called her the minute she saw it, but all the teachers asking and teenage girls whispering confirmed it. As Caroline said it, the title was, 'Is the 25 year old really letting his guards down and starting a relationship? Or is he back to his daily routine of one-night-stands?'. Don't they have anything better to do? She knew it was better if she ignored all this and get ready for her date.

Exactly by 8, her doorbell rang. She checked her appearance for one last time. She was wearing a sleeveless Monaco colored shadowy stripe fit and flare knee-length dress. The satiny shadow strips give the dress a boost of rich texture. It also had a tie belt, which was tied on the front to enlighten the waist and a bateau neck. She applied very light make up and rocked a messy braid that hang off her shoulder. She had matched her whole appearance with a pair of simple black heels.

She grabbed her cell phone and walked to open the door and hopefully impress the person behind it.

If anybody had told him that Damon Salvatore was going to take somebody on a date and be this sappy, he would have laughed at his face. But here he was holding a bouquet of wildflowers and lavender, dressed in tux.

"Aw. Thank you." Elena accepted the bouquet of flowers and kissed him softly. She had once mentioned that she was allergic to roses and she loved wildflowers. Also she loves the smell of lavender.

"So Elena Gilbert, will you do the honor of joining me to the date I've planned?" he asked playfully.

"I'd love to.''

Damon drove her to his apartment. At first Elena thought he planned a romantic dinner in his penthouse. However Damon took her to the rooftop of the building. He was holding her hand guiding her to the beautifully decorated table. There were chocolate covered strawberries assembled and red wine in a bucket of ice.

"How romantic." She observed.

"You're going to see more of it in the future." He said smiling so beautifully. He almost got lost in his thoughts regarding the gorgeous angel in front of him.

"What are you thinking about?" Elena asked. She stopped him before he could reply. "Are you thinking about our second date?"

"More like five year anniversary." She blushed deeply making Damon lean to kiss her soft cheeks. She blushed deeper with adoration in her eyes. "Now how about some wine?" He poured the wine on both of their glasses before settling down. They both cheered before sipping. Elena's eyes diverted to the amazing view of New York.

"It's beautiful from up here."

"It is. But sometimes I wish I could go somewhere peaceful and not all congested." He sighed as he continued to look at the view.

"Like our town?" Elena asked. She knew that deep inside he was a townie just like her.

"Like our town." He agreed. "I think it's time for dinner." He said as he clapped and a waiter holding two trays came into view. He placed the two plates in front of them.

"Well that was dramatic." She remarked.

"What? I thought it would be romantic."

"Everything about this date is already romantic." With that she dived into her food. Who could wait when there is Chicken Parmesan with mashed potatoes in front of you?

Through out the dinner they kept having light conversations. Elena mentioned about the magazine to him, while he also told her about Ric. Suddenly Damon's phone rang out.

"It's from Klaus."

"Hey Klaus-" he was abruptly cut off by Klaus.

"Damon, where are you?" His usual husky voice was quivering from the other side.

"I'm at my rooftop. What happened Klaus?" Elena was looking at him with curiosity and worry.

"It's about Stefan." Just then the sound of the ambulance rang out from the road. Elena grew more anxious and Damon's skin grew paler. "I called the ambulance, you need to come downstairs now." He didn't have to hear it twice. He ran for the elevator with Elena trailing behind. They got inside the elevator as quickly as possible.

"Damon, what happened?" she was really worried about Damon. She had never seen him this pale. He didn't say anything. He was completely deaf to everything. Even after he barged inside his house, where paramedics, Klaus and the servants were making so much noise. Suddenly he saw the paramedics carry his brother's body. He felt like his body was hitting the floor.

"Stefan…" this word fell from his mouth. "STEFAN!" he screamed loudly as they were carrying him to the ambulance.

Five years ago

"Damon are you ready to try out the song?" Stefan asked getting ready with his guitar.

"No I forgot about it."

"Are you kidding me, Damon? Okay I get that you are busy right now with all the work, but you need to live a little." He said frustrated. He wrote the song and all Damon had to do was read/ and prepare the music with his piano. He knew how Damon busied himself with work after the Katherine incident. He wanted to break him free out of all the work. And was trying to make Damon live life again.

"Relax Stefan, I was kidding. Did you really think I'd forget this time after the huge lecture you gave me?"

He sighed in relief. "Good now shall we start?" He asked with the shake of his head.

"We shall." Damon replied back before concentrating on the opening tone with his piano. Stefan took his guitar and started singing the first note.

We do it all

Everything

On our own.

After finishing he looked at Damon expectantly.

We don't need

Anything

Or anyone.

The relief was evident in his face. Damon smirk before they both sang the chorus together.

If I lay here,

If I just lay here,

Would you lay with me and,

Just forget the world?

The same sequence went on as both the brothers engaged themselves deep into the song.

(Stefan)

I don't quite know,

How to say,

How I feel.

(Damon)

Those three words

Are said too much

They're not enough.

(Together)

If I lay here,

If I just lay here,

Would you lay with me and,

Just forget the world.

Forget what we're told,

Before we get too old,

Show me a garden that's

Bursting into life.

(Stefan)

Let's waste time

Chasing cars,

Around our head.

(Damon)

I need your grace

To remind me,

To find my own.

(Together)

If I lay here,

If I just lay here,

Would you lay with me and,

Just forget the world?

Forget what we're told

Before we get too old.

Show me a garden that's

Bursting into life

All that I am,

All that I ever was,

Are here in your perfect eyes that's

All that I could see.

I don't know where

Confused about how as well.

Just know that these things will never

Change between us at all.

They slowed down the music as the last part of song approached.

(Damon)

If I lay here,

(Stefan)

If I just lay here,

(Together)

Would you lay with me and

Just forget the world?

"Wow that turned out a lot better than I thought." Damon said with a laugh. Stefan was smiling, but said nothing.

After finishing assembling the instruments in the garage, they went back inside the house. That's when Stefan spoke. "Damon, can you promise me something?" Damon looked at him and nodded.

"Whenever any one of us is in trouble or not in the world anymore, promise me you'll remember this song." He looked so determined in that moment that Damon would've freaked out if he hadn't known the fact that life can give and take very easily.

"I promise."

End of flashback.

Elena could feel Damon's grip get stronger on her arm and she could hear him sniffle. He cried himself to sleep with his head on Elena's shoulder. It's been 3 hours since they brought Stefan in. Damon had insisted her to go back home, but she wasn't leaving him alone. He ended up talking to her about his and Stefan's childhood. Then about an hour ago he fell asleep. Now he was sniffling and wriggling, obviously because of a dream.

"Damon? Damon, wake up. Wake up, baby." She felt him stir before opening the puffy blue eyes.

"Elena? You're still here?" he said groggily getting up.

"Yes, I'm still here."

"Where is Klaus?"

"He went to the cafeteria. You were having a bad dream I suppose?" she said holding his face in her palm.

"It was hardly a bad dream. Just another memory of me and Stefan playing music together." He said before letting a tear roll down his cheeks. "I can't lose him Elena. All this time he was in coma; I still had hope that he'll get up. But if he…"

"It'll be okay. Believe that it'll be okay." She kissed his forehead softly before running her hand through his hair. Seeing him so vulnerable also filled her eyes up.

"Sorry about our date. It didn't at all go as I planned." He tried to chuckle but it came out as a snort.

"We have a lot of time to go on dates. It really doesn't matter as long as I'm with you." Elena said.

"You don't have to be here although."

"I have no where else better to be." She said kissing his forehead again.

"But…" Just when he was about to say something the doctor came in making Damon pale all over again.

"Mister Salvatore, I believe you need to follow me." He said. All Damon could was nod. He followed the doctor to Stefan's room. All the surgeons were putting all the messes together. That wasn't anywhere near what Damon was so dedicated to. His eyes were locked with no one other than Stefan Salvatore sitting up in the bed.

"Damon." He asked. Damon didn't say anything other than rushing towards Stefan and hugging him tightly. In such a long time he finally felt joy that lifted him up.

"Stefan, you finally woke up. You have no idea how happy I am."

"Who are you?" Stefan asked. Damon pulled away from Stefan and followed his eyes to see Elena standing in the doorway.

"Stefan that's my girlfriend, Elena." He said and looked at Elena with a smile making her heart flutter with happiness for him.

"No. You were still going through Katherine and withdrawal. How can you have a girlfriend?" Damon looked up at him confused. "And where is mom and dad, Damon? Why am I in New York? What happened to me that I'm in the hospital?" the doctor came rushing in to look at him.

"Stefan, what's your age?" the doctor asked.

"17."

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Writing on my journal about my day before going to sleep. Will somebody tell me what's going on?" he yelled.

"Stefan we are now in 2016, you are 23 years old. And you were a victim of a car accident, which caused you to be on coma for 2 years. And due to that hit on your head, you are going through temporary memory lose." The doctor explained quietly.

"Damon? Is it true?" He asked panicked. All Damon could do was nod. "Where are mom and dad?" He asked again looking around. Damon knew there was no point of hiding anymore, but he couldn't build up the courage to tell him.

"They're dead." Finally Klaus told from the doorway. The bewildered look on his brother's face broke his heart.

So here is the surprise I was talking about. I love Stefan so much that I felt bad for not involving him yet. I wanted to leave the chapter after the paramedics carrying Stefan away. But since I didn't want to be evil I extended it to here. So how do you feel about the memory-loss? It is quite common in the case of TBI. And what about the DE makeup sex and funny drunk Damon? What about the confession? Review it all. The song, which we have to imagine that Stefan and Damon made, is 'Chasing Cars' by Snow Patrol. And the title is from the same song. If you heard the song before, you should know by now that it is a Defan style cover.