Thank you Yolanda for betaing this chapter.
Someone like you
Chapter 9
'There are rules I had to break'
"Damon."
His head turned to the side as the shaky voice called his name. His heart started beating faster in his chest as he saw the man approach, tears rolling down his cheeks, his eyes red and puffy, his whole body filled with stress.
"Grayson." He reached for the man's shoulder as he came to stand in front of him. "What happened?"
"It's Elena."
With those few words his world came crashing down on him. His blue eyes traveled over Grayson's tearstained face, his own heart starting to feel the same pain as he slowly began to understand what the words meant, what the hidden truth behind them was.
"Where is she?"
"They brought her to the emergency room."
His soul remembered the woman that had walked beside him just a few hours ago, her cheeks red and her brown doe eyes looking up at him. The warmth that had radiated from her and closed him in the bubble with her so he was finally home again after all those years. So his soul was finally whole again after a long time of being alone.
He didn't even take the time to give Grayson a second look before he started running, his feet going faster than he thought possible. His heart drummed in his chest as he ran down the stairs, almost counting them in his head to keep himself from thinking the worst possible scenario. The white doors slammed against the walls as he burst through them, his eyes looking for the body he knew better than his own between all the other figures in the room.
"Elena Gilbert." He grabbed the arm of a random nurse, boring his eyes into hers. "Where is she?"
"They're performing CPR on her, they don't know if she's going to make it."
He shook his head at her nonsense and walked through the haystack made of people, looking for the needle in it. A lump formed in his throat as a nurse pulled one of the green curtains open and revealed the girl on the bed, her chest naked, her lips closing around the tube that filled her lungs with oxygen. His breathing got heavier as he noticed the bruises on every inch of her skin, blood dripping down her face, her chestnut hair tangled together with dirt.
Her back arched from the bed as the young doctor placed two paddles on her chest and sent an electronic shock through her body, desperately trying to get her heart to beat. Tears welled up in his eyes as he saw the lifeless body in front of him, remembering the times when that same body would be squirming underneath him, her smile brightening the dark room, her brown doe eyes shimmering with joy, her hands reaching for him to wrap him in her arms and hold him there until the sun peeked through the curtains to announce the beginning of a new day.
"Salvatore." One of the doctors pulled him out of his trance. "We don't need you. Internal bleeding, a failing heart, her breathing stopped. She's lost."
"What?" His blue eyes went wide, staring into the young doctor's eyes.
"I'm sorry you came down here for nothing. They made a mistake because we didn't ask for you." He looked back at the lifeless girl on the bed. "We knew we couldn't save her."
"Just like you couldn't save her mother?" He clenched his teeth together and stepped forward, grabbing the paddles in his hands. "Recharge."
"Dr. Salvatore." The nurse shook her head, looking at him with desperate eyes. "We did everything we could."
"Recharge." His blue eyes went wide, placing the paddles back down on Elena's chest as the nurse recharged the defibrillator. "Clear."
Tears streamed down his cheeks as he gave Elena's body another shock, his heart praying for her to open her brown doe eyes and tell him she would never leave him behind. His soul aching in his chest, begging her to start breathing so he could see her smile again, roll her eyes while he was teasing her. His body started hurting as the thought of never waking up again next to her ripped through his mind. The chest he had once showered with kisses and coated with his own body lay now broken under him, covered with bruises and burns from the car wreck.
"Recharge."
"Dr. Salvatore. It's too late."
"You don't get it." His teeth clenched together, his eyes boring into hers, his face stained with tears. "I love her."
A look filled with remorse came over the nurse's face as she pushed to button to recharge the machine again. He wiped some of his tears away with his black sleeve and put the paddles back on her chest, looking at the face of the woman that would forever hold his heart.
"Don't you dare die, Elena." He waited for the machine to recharge. "Don't you dare."
"Don't you dare." Caroline's high pitched voice filled the quiet office. "I will kill you if you're not here in ten minutes."
"So I have another ten minutes?." Damon walked into the office, clapping his phone shut. "Because there was this blonde downstairs..."
"You're staying here." Caroline punched her fist on the desk. "We have to leave now."
She swallowed back the lump in her throat as she saw the two bicker in front of her. Her eyes scanned over the body from the man, his black shirt hugging his muscled arms, the black jeans draped on the black leather boots, his hair messy, the blue eyes looking everywhere but at her. Three months ago that body had held her under its spell, possessed her and owned her like no man had done before him. She had found a missing part of her inside of him, only to lose it again when he pulled away from her, completely, in body and mind.
She went back to Stefan that night with the words he had spoken still in her mind. He went back to the life he led before she interrupted it. Their souls had been separated and their hearts had been pulled away from each other. For the past three months they had never gotten the chance to collide again because he kept his distance from her. She tried to squirm her way back in and to pull him back in her life but every time she tried, he would turn around and walk away so she eventually lost the courage to even look at him.
Now the days were filled with silence, he didn't call anymore in the morning or brought her coffee and she didn't buy him lunch anymore or jumped on his back just because she felt like it. They were complete strangers now, only the distant memory of them still lingered in the back of her mind, in the core of her heart.
"That blonde is going to be upset if I don't go back." He shrugged indifferently. "I gave her the look."
"What look?"
"The I-will-fuck-your-brains-out-look."
"Come on, Casanova." Caroline rolled her eyes and started walking to the door. "We're going to be late."
Damon shook his head at her and walked after her, passing her desk like he did every morning, not even glancing at her. It was those mornings she realized how much it hurt to not have him in her life anymore, how much she missed the flirty little comments and the way he could make her roll her eyes.
"Damon."
His back stiffened in the doorway as her voice called out for him, something it hadn't done in the past three months. He turned around slowly, like it pained him to look at her. Her eyes were fixed on him as his ocean blue eyes focused on her.
She felt the ground sink from under her as she remembered those blue eyes staring at her, shimmering in joy while they were laughing at something that was said. She could remember those blue eyes hovering above her, holding her captive while he discovered her body.
"Happy Birthday."
His blue eyes softened as they stared right into hers, a small smile coming across his lips. He nodded slowly, the features of his face softer than a minute ago. Her heart drummed loud in her chest as for the first time in three months his eyes were back on her, looking into her core, reading every thought in her mind, memorizing every pore in her face.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." She turned her chair back to the desk.
"So what's on your schedule for today?" His voice made her head snap up, the unexpected gesture making her nervous. "More paperwork?"
"It's going to be the death of me." She smiled and looked up at him, locking their eyes. "I'm going to bury myself in it."
"You're a tough one, Gilbert." He chuckled and rolled his eyes when Caroline called his name. "Don't give up."
"Don't give up." He pushed the paddles against her chest for another time, tears rolling over his cheeks. "Don't you dare leave me, Elena."
"Dr. Salvatore." The nurse placed her hand on his arm. "She's gone."
"Get me Mason Lockwood." He pressed the recharge button himself. "Someone will have to operate that internal bleeding once her heart beats again."
"We're going to declare her dead." The doctor placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry son."
"If there's anyone going to declare her dead, it will be me."
"Where am I?"
She looked around her, trying to see anything but the white fog that surrounded her. Her eyes adjusted to the bright light and noticed the white bench in front of her. With a sigh she got up from the floor, noticing that nothing hurt, that it felt like floating on air.
"Where do you think you are?"
She spun around with a gasp, her eyes looking for the man that had spoken to her. Her breathing got heavier once the man walked from between the fog, wearing a white cloak that covered the skin from his neck to his feet.
"Who are you?"
"Who do you think I am?"
There had been a time when she believed in going to heaven and meet God. But that had all changed when she met a heart surgeon that never believed in faith because he had seen too many things go wrong to believe there was someone out there who wanted the best for people and she had started believing with him. The world was too screwed up and she had seen too many things to believe that there was a God out there. But now she was here, and she saw the Morgan Freeman version that appeared in Bruce Almighty, she couldn't help but to wonder if they had been wrong.
"Are you God?" She looked up at the man in wonder. "Am I in heaven?"
"Heaven is much more colorful than this." He looked around him. "They don't call it heaven without a reason."
"So what is this?"
"This is the place where I have a talk with you."
"About what?"
She grabbed her chest as a shock went through her heart, leaving it behind with an unbearable ache. Her eyes teared up as the pain slowly faded away again, her breathing started again after shaking from the hurt.
"Someone's getting impatient, huh?"
"Who?" She sat down on the white bench, hugging her chest. "What are you talking about?"
She looked up as a screen appeared in front of her, colors between the white fog. Her eyebrows knitted together as she found her own face in the images in front of her, bruised, burned, scratched. A voice screamed her name, begging her, pleading with her, his face stained with tears, new tears welling up in his blue eyes with every word he spoke to her.
"Damon."
"Damon."
His blue eyes snapped up as he turned around the corner, finding the key to his room in his pocket. He paused and let his eyes travel over her form on the ground, her legs stretched out in front of her, her arms hugging a carton box, her jacket discarded next to her on the carpet, her brown doe eyes filled with hope.
"What are you doing here, Elena?" He swallowed back the lump in his throat and walked to the door of his room. "You shouldn't be here this late."
"It's your birthday." She shrugged, her voice trembling. "I want to give you something."
"My birthday ended three hours ago." He leaned against the wall opposite from her, his face hard. "So whatever it is, you can take it with you again."
"I was here three hours ago." Her brown eyes looked up at him, her face looking more innocent than ever. "But you weren't here so I waited."
"Why are you here, Elena?"
"I miss you."
Her voice broke the second the words escaped her. Her eyes traveling from his feet to his face, finding the eyes she had missed so much during the past three months. His hard face softened as he noticed the desperate look on her face, the naive twenty-year-old girl that was looking for guidance.
"What do you have there?" He pointed his chin to the box in her lap. "Anything for me?"
"I baked you a cake." She opened the box, a small smile on her face. "I know how much you like desserts."
"Will I die if I eat it?" He smirked and walked slowly to the other side of the hallway, sitting down next to her. "I know you're not much of a cook."
"I've baked this cake about ten times, it's perfection by now."
"I didn't know you baked."
"I didn't." She shrugged, retrieving two forks from her bag. "But three weeks ago I started practicing so I could bake one for your birthday."
"You sure gave it a lot of thought." He rolled his eyes, smirking at her.
"I didn't want to give you food poisoning." She bumped his shoulder with hers. "So I let Stefan try it first."
The smile that rested on his lips disappeared suddenly as she mentioned her husband's name. His head turned away, hiding the expression that crossed his face. She swallowed back the lump in her throat as she realized her mistake, the memories that rested behind that mistake.
"Damon." She pulled his attention back to her, noticing the distant look in his eyes. "Are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be ma...?"
"You know why." She cut him off. "You act like nothing happened but you've been ignoring me for the past three months."
"I thought we could use some time apart."
"So you just pretended like you never knew me, like I never existed."
"Why don't we go inside and eat the cake?" He arched his eyebrow, ignoring her outburst. "They're broadcasting Grey's Anatomy reruns."
She nodded her head, knowing he didn't want to talk about the subject any further. And she would shut up about it if it meant she could stay with him for some time, that she could have her friend back, just for tonight.
He picked the box up from her lap and got up, retrieving the key from his pocket. She stood up and grabbed her jacket from the ground, her eyes studying everything he was doing. Her heart drummed in her chest as he unlocked the door and held it open for her, his blue eyes boring into hers.
"I still don't get why you live in a hotel." She put her bag down on one of the chairs and turned to him. "You could just rent an apartment."
"I like it when I come home in the middle of the night and just pick up the phone for food." He shrugged indifferently. "And I don't have to clean up my own room."
"You're such a boy." She stuck her tongue out, letting herself fall down on the bed. "You're thirty now, maybe it's time to grow up."
"That ring on your finger doesn't say you're a grownup, you know?"
A few months ago she would have said that the ring on her finger was a proof of love, the proof that you had found the one that was made for you and bound yourself to him because you couldn't imagine anyone else beside you. But then he came into her life and he made her feel things she never thought possible, she craved him like her lungs craved air, she needed him like a turtle needed its shell to keep it safe, to keep it hidden from the world, to hide in when she didn't want to be found.
"Then what does it say?"
"That you were too scared to find your own path in life." He shrugged out of his jacket and placed it on the chair. "So you let someone else choose it for you."
"Why don't you just say that you have a problem with Stefan?"
"I don't have a problem with him." He threw his arms in the air. "He's a nice guy and he takes care of you."
"Then what's the problem?"
"He's not the guy for you." His blue eyes bored into hers. "A husband is supposed to make his wife stronger but he didn't even have the balls to put his father in his place when he was talking shit about you."
"It's not Stefan's fault." She shook her head at him. "That's the way Giuseppe is."
"But he lets him treat you like that." His teeth clenched together. "He should defend you, you're his wife for Christ's sake."
"It's not that easy to stand up against your own father."
"You stand up for your girl, it's rule number one in loving someone. You've got their back." He shook his head. "Even if you have to put your own father in his place."
"How can you know?" She got up from the bed, her eyes wide open. "Your father didn't want you."
She clasped both of her hands over her mouth as the realization of her words hit her. His face went from hard to hurt, his eyes losing the shimmer that had been there just a few seconds ago. She shook her head slowly, stammering his name as he stared at her, his breathing heavy, his whole body defeated. He closed his eyes for a second, like he wanted to erase the words from his mind, his hands balled into fists next to him. Tears welled up in her eyes as his blue eyes opened again, the hard face back in place, the strong body stiffening. She tried to open her mouth, trying to voice how sorry she was but he shook his head, keeping her from talking. Her eyes followed him as he opened the door to the bathroom and walked through it, slamming it shut behind him.
Her breathing was shaky as she slowly walked around the bed and placed her forehead against the cold wood of the bathroom door. Her ears detected the sounds inside, the water running in the sink, the toilet flushing, clothes being thrown in the laundry basket. She placed her hand on the handle, slowly pushing it down. The door squeaked as she opened it gently, revealing more of the bathroom to her eyes.
Her brown eyes focused on his form as the door completely opened. His body was bent over the sink, his hands grabbing the counter on the sides, all the muscles in his arm stiff, his chest bare, breathing heavily in and out. She was an idiot, just like Giuseppe was an idiot. Anybody who didn't want him was an idiot. He was more than any man ever would be but he would never acknowledge it because he thought he was worthless. The father that left him behind had made him feel like he was worthless because he didn't want him, he didn't want to see him grow up and admire the man he had become, the person he became.
"I'm sorry."
"No. You're right." His grip on the counter increased. "I don't know anything about having a relationship with your father."
"I shouldn't have said that." She leaned against the door frame, keeping her eyes on him. "It's not your fault that he's an idiot."
"No. He's the smart one." He looked up in the mirror in front of him, seeing something he didn't like. "Who would want a son like me. I'm not the son a father dreams about, I'm the exact opposite."
"You're a surgeon, Damon." She shook her head at him, her eyes filling with remorse. "A father couldn't be more proud of you, I know my father would be if you were his son."
"I might have it all together professionally but personally I'm still the guy I was ten years ago." He pushed himself away from the counter like it had burned him. "Women like me for one night, but after that they just want my number for a booty call. They don't want to go on a date with me, I'm only good enough to be arm candy so they can brag to their family members that they brought a surgeon."
"No one has the chance to get to know you. You push them all away." She pushed herself from the door frame and approached him. "Maybe if you let someone in then she would get to know you and see what a wonderful person you are."
"I let you in, didn't I?" His face went hard, his blue eyes boring into hers. "You still married another guy."
"Damon..."
"Don't."
He walked past her, his bare skin touching her arm for a moment. Her heart drummed in her chest while his words danced in her mind, the same that were echoing through her heart. Need, need for him. Want, wanting him. Lust, to have her body against his again. Longing, to share every thought with him. Trust, because her every secret was his. Hurt, because she couldn't imagine a life without him anymore. Dreams, those she saw with the both of them. Future, the one where he was still beside her in twenty years.
She turned around, her eyes finding him in front of the closet. Her feet started moving, carrying her to where she wanted to be. Her eyes traveled over his back as she stood behind him, her hand moving over his skin, feeling his warmth underneath her palm. He shivered underneath her touch and extended his arm to grab a shirt. She reached for his hand and stopped him, their fingers intertwining as she let her palm rest on the back of his hand, placing a kiss on his bare shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
"I want you."
She whispered against his skin, her warm breath on his shoulder. And as he turned around she couldn't imagine that someone wouldn't want him. He had flaws, probably more than other people but he'd sell his soul to the devil for the ones he loved. Her eyes locked with his the same moment she realized that she wanted to be loved by him, that her heart was begging for it and her soul was praying for it.
"No." He whispered, his blue eyes pulling away from hers. "You're married."
She shook her head, smiling softly. She pulled her hand away from his back and held it in the air so he would see it, slowly she closed her fingers around the ring and pulled it off. Her eyes held his as she removed the thing that bound her to another man, the one she swore to love forever, to cherish and carry in her heart. But tonight she wouldn't be anyone else's, she wouldn't carry some other man's name or his ring. Her heart would be free and it would beat for the one it was meant to beat for.
"I'm not married tonight."
"Then what are you?"
"I'm the girl who wants to be with you."
Her brown eyes stayed locked with his blue ones as she closed the distance between them, pushing herself on tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. He followed her lead and wrapped his own arms around her back, his mouth hungry moving with hers. Her hands traveled up his neck to his black raven hair, her fingers tangling in it, keeping his lips against hers.
She pushed her body against his, her feet and legs pushing against his to move him. He chuckled softly, not breaking their connection. She nibbled on his bottom lip as he let her push him to the bed, his body fell against the mattress, the sheets wrinkling underneath him.
His ocean blue eyes looked up at her as she stood in front of him between his legs. A soft smile came across her lips when she reached for the hem of her shirt and started pulling it over her head, letting it fall beside her on the ground. His eyes darkened as he noticed the black bra covered with lace and the flat stomach underneath it. He got up, sitting on the bed, his hands pulled her to him, his lips covered her stomach with kisses. The small gesture made her mind go blank, her need for him only increasing.
She had never known how it felt to really want someone and to explore their body with yours, to see their reaction to your touch. But now her body was on fire, reacting to his every touch, how small it may be. She placed a kiss on his black raven hair as he unclasped her bra and let the straps slide over her arms. Her hand found the way to his chest and pushed him back down against the covers. She crawled on top of him, straddling him, her body draped itself over his.
As soon as her lips found his again, he flipped them over, his hips grounded in hers as he hovered above her, his blue eyes remembering the moment three months ago when they had been like this. Hungry, desperately, needy for each other.
"Condom."
He reached for the night table next to the bed, the bulge in his pants visible through the black jeans. She pulled him back to her, kissing his lips as he tried to squirm away to get to the night table. She cupped his face in her hands, their eyes locked.
"If we're going to do this, nothing is going to be between us."
"You sure?"
"I want you."
Her lips found his again, more desperate with every movement. Their clothes were quickly off their bodies, revealing every pore of their body to the other one. Her hands wandered over his bottom as he kissed her neck, letting his lips travel over her shoulder and collarbone. She arched into his touch as one of his fingers plunged into her center, her damp walls closing around him as he started thrusting in and out, gently teasing her.
"Damon."
He silenced her with his lips and positioned himself in front of her entrance, slowly slipping inside of her, welcoming the heat that closed around him. A moan escaped him once he was completely buried in her, her walls squeezing him gently like they hugged him after coming home.
She locked her eyes with his as he started thrusting inside of her, keeping his eyes on her, his lips finding hers every few seconds. Her heart drowned in the ocean of blue, feeling things it had never felt before, giving him things she had never shared with anyone, her body reacting to his touch like it was used to it and knew the dance they were practicing.
She had never been owned by someone, her thoughts had never been aimed at pleasing someone else, not like this, not like his needs would come first and she would drive around the world to give him anything he wanted. She wanted to be possessed by him, feel the power he had over her and live in it.
"Elena."
He sighed her name like she was his last hope, his hands admiring her body like he was a newborn that for the first time touched his mother's skin, feeling how precious it was, how it had carried him all those months he had been lonely in her womb.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the pool build in her stomach, tingling to find her release. She had never known that feeling in her stomach to want someone closer to you and to crave him even after you found that release but now she almost reached that point and could see that he was getting there too, she couldn't imagine that she would let him outside of her, that she would ever let him out of her arms again because he seemed to belong in them, like a prisoner belonged in a cage and found his home there.
Her body shivered underneath his, her back arching as the waves of pleasure took over her. A growl left him as he felt her walls squeeze him tightly, pulling him with her to the edge. Sweat drops ran down their skins as their eyes locked while they both found the ultimate pleasure in each other. She had never thought that she would find art in sex but here she was, staring at the blue-eyed man's face, finding nothing more beautiful in the world than the expression on his face he carried when he found his release, pumping it inside of her and marking her with it, claiming her as his own.
He collapsed on top of her, his body draped over hers, his face resting next to hers, his legs entangled with hers. She cocked her head to the side so she could look at him, his blue eyes wide open, staring at her, his lips pulled up into a smile, the hard face from half an hour ago gone. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to her, claiming his lips as her own again.
"Can I say something cheesy?" She caressed his cheek with her fingers, seeing him smile. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."
"You're still young." He kissed her lips gently. "You haven't seen beautiful yet."
"You could have just accepted my compliment, old guy."
"The night isn't over yet." He kissed her cheek, chuckling. "We'll see if you can keep up with this old guy."
"I have youth on my side, Salvatore." She squeezed him with her lower muscles, making him growl. "Let's see how many rounds you're good for."
"Elena." His blue eyes bored into hers, his expression serious. "Are you on the pill?"
"That's a smart question to ask after you came inside of me." She rolled her eyes at him. "But yes, I'm on the pill."
"Good." He snuggled his nose into the crook of her neck. "Because I think I'm out of condoms."
"But you..."
"Yeah I was." He shrugged, rolling his eyes. "But then I realized I might be out of them."
"Shouldn't you check for the next girl that comes along?" She patted his bare buttock. "You're thirty, you should be the responsible one."
He sighed and reached for the drawer, feeling in it as soon as it opened. A smirk came across his face as he retrieved a condom, holding it in front of her face.
"Hey, this is a flavored one." She took it from him, admiring it. "I never had one like that."
"You're such a snob." He grabbed it and opened the package. "Here."
"Oh my god." Her eyes went wide. "It's orange."
"Which planet are you from?" His eyebrow arched. "You're like a kid on Christmas morning."
"What size are you?" She turned the package around, reading the small letters. "It's not on here, where's the box?"
"I threw it away." His eyes went wide. "Why would you want to know my size?"
"Just curious." She shrugged indifferently. "I can just look at the real thing and guess."
"The real thing is still hidden." He smirked as he looked between their bodies, still buried inside of her. "And he's not coming out."
"Why is he still in there?"
"So you can't see him."
"But I need him to taste the condom." She pouted. "Can't he come out?"
"I think he's going to be out of service for another thirty minutes." He stroked her hair back, an amused expression on his face. "But I'll take you up on that offer for a blow job."
"I never gave one before." She cocked her head to the side, biting on her bottom-lip. "I probably suck at it."
"You never..?"
"Nope."
"And did anyone ever...with you?"
"Nope."
"You're an oral virgin." A dangerous shimmer crossed his eyes. "Don't worry, we'll change that."
"Will we?" She smirked, her eyes reflecting that same shimmer. "So you think we're going to have more nights like this?"
"I guess that depends on you." His face hardened, the shimmer leaving his eyes. "You're the one that's married."
"Shh." She caressed his cheek, smoothing the worried wrinkles away. "We'll think about that in the morning."
"You're going to feel guilty." He swallowed back the lump in his throat. "And you're going to hate me."
"No." She shook her head, holding his face in her hands. "I want you and you have to remember that, even if I'm a bitch in the morning."
"How about we save round two for when you've figured this all out."
He slipped out of her, leaving the warmth of her walls. She couldn't help but to notice how empty she felt, not just physically but emotionally it seemed like there was some part missing, the part that had been there when he had connected their bodies and made them one.
"Damon?" She snuggled closer to his body, draping her arm around his waist. "I'm sorry.."
"Shh." He placed a kiss on her forehead, pulling her closer against him. "We'll deal with it in the morning."
"We'll figure it out." She pushed her lips against his. "Everything's going to be okay."
"Everything's going to be okay."
She whispered the words more to herself than to the man next to her. She whispered them as a comfort for the man she could see in front of her on the screen, tears rolling down his cheeks as he begged her to wake up, the desperation that came through his voice ripped her heart apart because he wasn't supposed to suffer, he wasn't supposed to be hurt, she would never let anyone hurt him.
"He was the one thing that kept you going, wasn't he?" The man in the white cloak turned his head to the side, boring his eyes right into hers. "When everything fell down on you, he was the one that kept you up."
"Why are you doing this to him?" She got up, staring at the man on the screen. "Just let me die so he can mourn me and move on."
"The second he gives up, you are dead." The man she called God got up, standing next to her in front of the screen. "But he won't give up and you know it."
"But what if he does?" Her eyes welled up with tears while she slammed her fists against the screen. "If I die I can't tell him about Liam. I can't tell him that he has a son. He needs to take care of Liam when I die."
"You walked out on him but yet it seems like he never really went away."
"I left him and it was the most painful and horrible day of my life." She shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks as the screams of the blue-eyed man became louder. "I should have never left him."
"Then why did you?"
"Because I was young and naive, I didn't know what was good for me." She rested her forehead against the screen, curling up in front of it. "I was too stubborn to realize how lucky I was to have him. I was too stubborn to forgive him."
"And what would you tell him now?"
"I'd tell him that we have a son." She cringed as she felt another shock in her chest, letting her heart squeeze together. "I would beg him to take me back and marry me so I can have his children."
"And do you think he would do it?"
"He would." She let her fingers travel over the screen, stroking the black raven hair. "I never believed in the one until he came along. And he knows it too, he knows we're meant to be."
"Would you die for him, Elena?"
"If I knew it would save him? Yes." She turned her head over her shoulder, locking her eyes with his. "But you have to sent me back first. I need to tell him about Liam and I need to tell him that I love him and that I was an idiot for walking away from him five years ago."
She hugged her chest as another shock went through her heart, leaving it behind aching and teared apart. Her eyes looked up to the screen, locking with the blue eyes that held her world, his face stained with tears, sobs leaving his throat, his eyes looking down at her body, his voice begging her to wake up.
"I can't die." She shook her head. "I can't leave him behind. Or Liam." She gasped, her eyes locking with the man behind her. "Liam. He was in the car with me."
"I wouldn't worry too much about Liam." The Morgan Freeman version of God held his hand out to her. "He's strong. Just like his parents."
"So he'll be fine?" She grabbed his hand and pulled herself up. "He isn't in a place like this?"
"Even if he was, I'm sure he would talk himself out of it."
"He got that from his father." She rolled her eyes. "Smooth talkers."
"He sure is something." The man chuckled softly. "Just like his father."
"Can I go back to them?" She whispered, her eyes filling up with new tears. "I just want to tell them how much I love them."
"You won't remember this conversation, Elena." Morgan Freeman shook his head. "Your subconscious will know but you won't actually remember this."
"So I'll go back to ignoring Damon?" She looked up at him. "I'll be too stubborn to admit I love him."
"There is one thing you should know, Elena." He locked his eyes with hers. "There is no path planned out for you, everything you do in your life is your choice."
"Thank you."
Before she could speak another word he disappeared in front of her between the white fog. Another shock went through her chest, the man on the screen calling her name, his voice coming closer as her mind went blank.
Xxx
"She's back."
His voice broke as the tears continued to stream down his cheeks, happiness feeding them. A sigh of relieve escaped him as he saw her heart beat appear on the monitor. His own heart drummed in joy as the heart that fed his finally lived again, the soul that held his finally in his reach.
"I'll call Dr. Lockwood." The nurse sped to the phone.
"Good girl." He stroked her hair back, whispering soothing words in her ear. "Just keep your heart beating and we'll get you through this."
"Damon." Mason Lockwood pulled the green curtain open. "We're ready to operate."
"I'm coming with you." He grabbed Elena's hand as the nurses started moving her.
"Damon." Mason grabbed his arm. "I know what she means to you but you can't be in the theater."
"Mason." He grabbed his friend's shoulder. "You have to let me in."
"Do you remember what you said when my mother had that heart attack and I wanted to come with you?"
"When it comes to your loved ones you're not the surgeon but the one that sits in the waiting room."
"And I sat in the waiting room and you saved my mother." He squeezed his shoulder. "You belong in the waiting room this time."
"But what if her heart fails?" His blue eyes went wide. "You can't let Miller operate on her."
"Then I'll call you." He started walking away. "But we don't need a heart surgeon now so you're going to grab a coffee and sit in the waiting room."
"I know how to kill without leaving a trace, Mason."
His hands balled into fists on his sides, the anger left his body and was replaced by despair, helplessness. Because he couldn't be the one to save her right now, he was the one that would have to stand on the side line and feel what every family member in that waiting room felt.
"Damon." Grayson stood up as soon as he entered the waiting room. "How is she?"
"I don't know." He shrugged. "Her heart was failing and now they're going to operate on her."
"She'll get through this." Grayson grabbed his shoulder and wrapped him in an embrace. "She has to."
"What's he doing here?"
His head snapped up as he heard the harsh voice behind him, he unwrapped himself from Grayson's embrace and turned around, facing the green-eyed man. His green eyes were boring right into his, his whole body stiff, filled with anger.
"Hello brother."
"Why are you here?" His teeth clenched together. "She never wanted to see you again."
"I got that five years ago." He smirked, rolling his eyes. "But hey, the months she lived with me she said the same about you and she came back, didn't she?"
"Asshole." The green eyes bored into his. "Get out of here."
"I can't." He shrugged. "I'm still on call."
"This day is already bad enough without you being here." Stefan shook his head. "So just go, please. We don't want you in our lives anymore."
"Your son seemed to like me." He clacked his tongue, looking around in the waiting room. "How is he? Was he okay?"
"He's staying over at Bonnie's." Stefan crossed his arms over his chest. "And what do you know about my son?"
"Stefan." Damon shook his head, his blue eyes darkening. "Liam was in the car with her, she picked him up at Bonnie's."
"What?"
"They found her in town, right?" He searched for Grayson's confirmation. "That means they were on their way home from Bonnie's. He was in the car with her."
"Then where is he now?" Stefan started running to the bar. "Did they treat him?"
Damon ran after him, searching the papers behind the bar.
"Can I help you?" The nurse came walking down the hall, sipping her coffee. "Why are you behind my desk, Dr. Salvatore?"
"The Gilbert accident, was there a little boy brought in?"
"No, sir." She shook her head in confusion. "Only the young woman and she's now in theater."
His eyes looked for Stefan's, seeing the shock in them. Grayson came running down the hallway, finding the shock on both their faces. They all stared at each other as the truth slipped in their minds. All their breaths were shaky, one question torturing their mind.
"Where is Liam?"
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