Ah, my long awaited chapter! Hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did!

"Bonnie, no." Elena finally managed to get out. "No...this isn't, this can't happen."

She stood, and Bonnie looked confused.

"Elena, it's okay, I told you, everything's normal now. Fine."

"NO!" Elena yelled, looking around, she was in her house. The Gilbert House. This wasn't right. She turned around, Alaric. He'd been on the couch before, it was now empty.

"Elena, you're scaring me." Bonnie admitted, following the girl as she walked out of the house.

"Where's Jeremy?" She asked, a little frantic,"And where- Damon. I need Damon."

She began walking down the road.

"Wait!" Bonnie called out. "I'll drive you!"

Elena consented, feeling completely dazed. This had to be a dream. She needed to find Damon. Immediately. They pulled up to the Boarding House and the familiar landscape of her home mellowed her some.

She all but ran from the car. "Elena!" Bonnie called out, but she ignored her.

She pulled the door open, and and barged inside.

"Damon? Damon?!" She cried, running around the foyer area to the living room.

Then he was there, standing in front of her. "Oh, don't start now Elena, I did what I ha-"

"Damon!" She interupted him, throwing her arms around him.

"Um." He froze, unsure what to do. Bonnie did too as she walked in on the scene.

"Elena?" He questioned, trying to pull her back, even more surprised when she grabbed his face and kissed him. Shock didn't allow him to return it, but she pulled away before she noticed.

"Damon, where's Jeremy?" She asked.

Now he was really confused. "Uh, he's your brother, how should I know?"

"No, was just here. Where is he?" She tried again, looking directly into his face. "We were...He was-" She felt the tears flood her eyes as the realization dawned on him. "No."

"Witch, what's going on?" Damon demanded at Bonnie, who just shook her head, confused.

"Some kind of time spell, Emily's. I don't know what's wrong though."

Damon stared at Elena again, who now had tears running down her face. "Elena...hey, it's okay," He pulled her back into his embrace, a little worried now. "What happened?"

She just shook her head, holding him tighter.

He and Bonnie shared a frightened look. Elena was acting like someone had just died. Gently he led her to a, going human speed, as not to frighten her. She refused to let go of him though, so sighing, he sat down, pulling her into his lap. She curled into his neck, and he stroked her hair. Bonnie joined them, sitting on the couch. There was another knock at the door then and Caroline walked in. "I got your text, Bonnie, is she-"

She stopped when she noticed Elena, covered in tears and clinging to Damon as though he was the air she needed to breathe.

"What happened?" She asked, and nobody could answer. So she joined Bonnie on the adjacent sofa, and waited until Elena calmed down.

Finally almost half an hour later, she seemed all cried out. "Damon," she whispered, and he looked down at her. "I want to turn in for the night. Make them leave."

He nodded at her, and then looked at the other two girls. He stood then, and tried to sit Elena back in the chair. She still didn't seem keen on letting him go. "I'm just going to walk them out." He assured her. "Wait here."

He motioned toward the other two girls to follow him outside.

Once out of Elena's hearing range, he turned to face them. "I'll figure out what's wrong with her. But if she doesn't want you two here, maybe you should go."

"Like hell!" Caroline protest. "We can't just leave her here with you!"

"Yes we can."

Caroline turned to face Bonnie. "Please tell me you didn't just say that!"

Bonnie continued to stare at Damon as she answered. "I did. It's just a feeling. I don't think we can do anything else for her. Whatever's wrong with her aside, it's obvious that she trust Damon. He might be the only one that can figure out what's going on with her."

Caroline still didn't seem happy about it. Letting the man who had previously tried to kill her father, be alone with her best friend, who he happened to like, and who might just like him back. It seemd wrong. But she trusted Bonnie, and could see the truth in her words.

"She'll be fine." Damon told them both, "I'll call you if something happens, okay? Then you can text Blondie the verdict."

Caroline rolled her eyes, but Bonnie agreed.

"Fine, but remember, she might be unstable right now."

He nodded, then turned away from the two girls, heading back inside.

He was worried when Elena wasn't where he'd left her, and after a quick sweep around he went upstairs. His bedroom door was opened.

He went inside and found Elena staring out the window, watching the fading lights of Bonnie's and Caroline's cars.

"Thank you." She said quietly.

He huffed, sitting on the bed as she turned to face him.

"What's going on Elena?" he asked.

"You wouldn't believe me, even if I told you." She assured him.

"Try me." He challenged, noticing that something seemed different about the girl.

She moved with grace and a flow that almost reminded him of Katherine, though he couldn't quite figure out why.

"Fine. Katherine had Emily create a time spell that took me back to 1864."

Damon looked at her skeptically.

"Your'e sure?"

She nodded, walking over to him, and moving to stand between his legs.

"Yes. It was an idea she came up with to protect herself from Klaus. Only, she wasn't sure it would work, and having me around proved benificial for her."

He wasn't sure if this shocked him or not. It did sound like Katherine. But a spell that actually could take someone to the past?

"How so...?" he asked, and was surprised when Elena blushed.

"She had her reasons," She finally said, not elaborating.

"Elena, are you sure it wasn't just a dream or so-"

"It was not a dream." She cut him off, "Five years, Damon. I was there almost five years. It was real, I know it was. With you, and Jeremy. It had to be.

He sighed again as she cupped his face. The look in her eyes so tender, he could almost mistake it for love.

"You kissed me earlier," he reminded her, "Why?"

She blushed again.

"You were right." She told him.

"About.." he urged.

"About me," she explained, "About liking you in 1864. You weren't an ass then."

He blinked a little, letting that settle. "We met? In 1864? How is that possible, and why don't I remember."

"I don't know, Damon. I know the spell was suppose to change time back, Bonnie was able to do so, since Emily wrote the spell down in the past. Maybe Bonnie still remembers because it was her ancestor's spell."

"Okay, but still, we met?"

She giggled a little, tears still slightly in her eyes.

"Oh Damon, this isn't fair. You don't even know."

"Know what?" he demanded.

"We were married, Damon."

He was stunned silent for a moment before shaking his head. "That's impossible Elena, you love Stefan, remember, and I was in love with Katherine in 1864."

"I know." Elena explained calmly. "But you were also hurt by her. You were the one that found me, brought me back to your home. Your father allowed me to stay, and I was cared for. We actually became really good friends, you and I. The rest just sort of happened. It got to the point where I barely noticed Stefan, and you prefered my company over Katherine's. You asked to court me at the Founder's Ball. We loved each other Damon."

He was still finding that hard to accept. "And your sure you weren't dreaming."

"I told you you wouldn't believe me," She mumbled, tears filling her eyes again.

"Elena, no, it's just...it all seems too surreal. I want to believe you, I do..but how do you know it wasn't a dream. One that felt real?"

She contemplated this before deciding, "I can prove it."

He raised an eyebrow, offering for her to try. It was his surprise when she pushed him back, to lay down on the bed.

"Um Elena, what are you doing?" He asked, shocked even more when she climbed on top, stradling him.

She leaned forward, laying on him, bringing her lips to his ear. "This use to drive you crazy," she whispered, kissing down his neck until she found his sensitive spot above his colarbone. She sucked there, lightly, and Damon's body responded just as it always had.

"Elena!" he gasped, sitting up so quickly the movement was a blur. She was now sitting in his lap, their faces even.

She grinned. "I told you."

"You can't just do that Elena, we aren't, I mean, we-"

"It's okay," She assured him, leaning forward and claiming his lips again. On instinct he kissed her back, and she moaned in satisfaction.

Then he was gone, having used vampire speed to appear across the room.

"Elena, you have to stop that, this isn't you."

She sighed. "I know, Damon. I know this must seem strange, but I can't help it. I've lost everything that was my life for half a decade, everything but you."

"Elena, just because I like you kissing me doesn't prove it wasn't a dream. This may have felt real, but you don't love me, Elena, you love Stefan."

Elena shook her head, "No Damon, I love you. And you're still the same person you were back then, you've just changed, but that's okay, we all have to change. I want you, Damon, I want to be with you."

"Elena," he whispered her name in caution as she made her way to him and grabbed his hand.

"Trust me Damon, it was real."

He sighed, "Even if it was, like you said, I'm not the same. I'm not human, Elena, I can't be what I was then. And you didn't think I was enough before now, so in time, you'll see the same.

"I never thought that Damon," she told him, "I have always cared for you. It's just that the circumstances were never right. They were able to be in the past, and I fell even more in love with you. I love you, Damon, that isn't going to change just because your back to being a ass."

He groaned in frustration, hanging his head. Here was the girl he was in love with, proffesing her love to him, not his brother, telling him exactly what he'd wanted to hear for months, and it wasn't even him she loved. If this was even real. Maybe she'd dreamed up a version of him that she could love. But the neck thing was weird. It was a spot that always got him going when a girl was lucky enough to find it, or notice that it was sensitive, but it still could have been a lucky guess.

He sighed cupping her face. "Okay, fine, you know I love you Elena," she nodded, "So we are going to wait. In a month or so, if you still haven't changed your mind, I'm willing to try and work this out, but we still have Klaus to deal with, and Stefan. He's still my brother. So we focus on finding him and getting everything normal. But I'm not holding my breath for you to keep your mind made up."

She sighed this time, wrapping her arms around his waist. "You still think I dreamed it, don't you?"

"A little," he admitted, hating the disappointment in her eyes.

"How can I get you to believe that it was real?"

"Souveniers?" He smirked jokingly.

"Oh very funny Damon," She rolled her eyes.

"Well you asked," He reminded her.

She rested her head against his chest before remembering something.

"Elena?" Damon pulled back to look at her, feeling her freeze. Her eyes snapped to his.

"Your mother's ring."

He looked at her in confusion. "What about it?"

"It was silver, three dimonds, the middle one bigger, sharp cut, and rose off the band in an angle." She smiled as she remembered. "You gave it too me when you proposed."

Damon tried to say something, but Elena was still going. "The head servant that attended to me, her name was Maria, she was dark and short, but sweet as could be, she cared for you and Stefan when your mother passed. And you liked your mother more. You said you enjoyed learning from her more than your father, and it was her horse, Pride, that you claimed after she passed. You also wore white then, and suspenders. You liked tradition, and we had a lovely wedding with most of the town in attendance at the church on the square. Your father gave us this house as a wedding gift, and we shared this room. Only the designs were simpler, and there wasn't a shower."

She stopped to take a breath, and Damon was utterly shocked.

"Do you believe me now?" He could only nod. There was no other way she could know all of these things. She really had been in the past.

"Well this tops the 'weirdest things that's ever happened to me' meter," He told her, still letting it all sink in.

"Tell me about it," she sighed, letting him go, and moving to lay on the bed, wiggling out of her jacket and pants as she did so.

He did have the decency to look away, still not use to Elena being this comfortable around him.

She laughed when she noticed his averted gaze. "It's not like you haven't seen it before." She told him.

"Well, technically, I haven't," He reminded her, and her eyebrows furrowed.

"Will you still lay with me?"

Her face looked so fragile at the moment, he couldn't find it in him to refuse her.

So as weird as it seemed, he himself stripped down to his briefs, fished a pair of night pants out of his drawer, and layed down on the bed next to her. He wasn't prepared for her to worm her way between his arms and snuggle into his chest as though she'd done this a million times, but he had to admitt that it was a nice feeling.

He placed his lips on her forehead, choosing to enjoy the moment, and she sighed contently.
"I love you." She told him again, and he closed his eyes, reveling in her words, wishing more than anything that they were true.

It was quiet for a moment as he rubbed circles on her back, then Elena began to hum. The tune was quiet at first, then more detectable. And his hand stopped when he realized he knew it.

"Where did you hear that?" he asked her, a little shocked.

She smiled up at him. "You taught it to me. You said it was the lullaby your mother sang to you, and you sang it to Jeremy. You had to teach it to me, because it got to where he wouldn't go to sleep without it."

"Jeremy?" Damon questioned, though a tight feeling in his stomache already knew.

"Our son," She said, studying his face.

"Son?" Damon could barely get the word out. He'd had a son, with Elena..."Jeremy? That's who you were asking about earlier?"

She nodded and to his shock, began tearing up again. "He's gone, Damon. When Bonnie turned back the clock, it..it changed everything."

He couldn't fathom the look of pain that now layered her features, so he just held her close and let her get it out. "He was perfect, Damon, and he looked like you, so much like you. His hair, his eyes, everything. And he loved you, so much. God, this isn't fair! You were going to teach him how to shoot, he wanted to hunt with you so badly. He was everything to us, Damon, I...I cant...He's just gone. I'll never see him again." She wrapped her arms around his neck and Damon felt a prick at his own eyes, for the child he'd never get to meet.

"I'm so sorry, Elena. I wish I could change everything for you, but..." he let his sentence die off, as she cried into his shoulder once more.

All he could do was hold her until her sobs subsided.

She pulled away, wiping her eyes. "I just feel so lost," She admitted.

"I mean, this is suppose to be my life, but that was my home, our family. I just want to go home, Damon."

"I know," he told her, his eyes full of hurt for her.

"Look, I'll talk to Bonnie, see if she can do anything."

Elena blinked for a minute, "You'd do that?"

"I'd do it for you." He told her, and she smiled.

"Thank you, Damon."

He placed another small kiss on her forehead. "No problem, just get some sleep."

She nodded, snuggling back into his chest and he closed his eyes.

If this worked, and Bonnie could do something, he was going to lose her again, this time, to himself. It was almost ironic. Sighing, he looked down at her peaceful face.

Whatever made her happy...at whatever cost. He'd pay it.

Long chapter to write! lol. I loveeeed this one. I've been dying to get to the vamp Damon/Elena love, and I feel like this turned out the way I wanted.

So will Bonnie be able to help?

Will Elena go back, and how would that affect the future? Will Damon lose her, just as he's finally starting to get her?