N: Ok, I just want to tell you guys that Elijah, Klaus and Rebecca are in no way related to each other; neither are Elena and Jeremy. That said, enjoy this!

Thank you Dez2sweet, you are sweet for doing this so fast!

It must be done

"I don't get your anger, you knew this would happen," Elijah said taking a step closer to Damon.

"Elijah, for Christ's sake, my wife just came out of a day long surgery."

"I understand that…"

"I don't think you do. Let me spell it out for you. I. Am. Not. In. The. Mood. For. A. Press. Conference!"

"Ok, they were out of line…"

"Out of line? They were waiting in the halls. If they go near my wife or my daughter I'm suing, I swear."

Damon was definitely not in the mood to give interviews about Katherine's surgery or the recovery of his daughter. All he wanted was to have some pace to look after them.

"You got 50 seconds of airtime on three different channels. People relate to that. Your reaction was as human as it gets and that means a lot to them…to see you as one of them, unlike Klaus."

"You're just as bad as Stefan," Damon mumbled.

"Have a beer."

"No thanks."

"And, what did the doctors say about Katherine?"

"Sulez was as proud as a peacock; I really hope he was right and not just doctor talk. You can't see anything now; she's still all covered in bandages. They say it will take a few weeks before you can see the results."

"I'm sure it will go alright," Elijah commented carefully.

"One of the survivors died today. He was healing well, no internal bleeding… until he got an infection. Do you imagine surviving a terrible plane crash just to die from an infection! He was my age…a man with a wife and kinds…"

"How's Anna?" He asked, trying to distract his friend.

"Physically, she's fine… I gave her that poster signed by everyone at the office and the giant teddy-bear; it put a smile on her face for a few seconds. Would you thank everyone for me?"

"Sure, Anna's a sweet kid; she's the princess of this election, everyone loves her at the office."

"She'll recover completely; she'll be able to run, dance and everything else she'd want to do… I'm not sure about her emotional scars though," Damon said sadly.

"Give the kid some credit, she's been through hell, even adults have trouble after such a shock," Elijah said strategically.

"I know…I know. But mom says she's crying in her sleep and wakes up screaming almost every night. I look at my little girl and she just stares like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. This isn't normal for a three-year-old."

"Neither is surviving such a plane crash. What does the psychologist say?"

"That we should give her time…"

"I say ditto."

"I just…I don't know if I can be there for Katherine and Anna and for the public at the same time."

"Do you remember our last year in college; we played fraternity tennis and won that year?"

"Vaguely."

"The reason you barely remember the game is because the previous night you spent it drinking and banging a Delta Gamma…"

"I don't even remember her name," Damon interrupted.

"Andie; her name was Andie Star she'd won a popularity contest a week before our game. Well, the day of the game, I had to drag you out of her bed, get you into a cold shower and onto the court. You were our only chance of winning that game."

"Does this have a point?"

"The point is, you went out there and gave your best even if you were still high and puking your guts out every ten minutes."

"This is not a silly tennis tournament."

"No, but you are the same person. Even since I know you, you never gave up, you take it as it is and do your best. You never failed to be a fucking hero to anyone who needed one."

"I don't want to be a hero; I just want to be a good congressman for the people of Texas."

"And you will be, as long as you don't give up."

"Oh God!" Damon shouted at the reflection of himself in the big, square mirror on the wall. "Who would vote for that? Why didn't you tell me I look like that?"

"I didn't have the heart. All you need is a good sleep and a shave…oh and a shower wouldn't hurt either."

"I need to be at the hospital early tomorrow, they're moving Katherine to a private chamber, I want to be here."

"You better go to sleep then," Elijah said putting his jacket on.

"Stefan tells me you put Rebecca to work."

"Yes, I have her stuffing envelopes by day. By night, God only knows who's stuffing her."

***lucky 13***

Rebecca Angela Salvatore passed the Wolves bar doing seventy-five miles per hour. Since she didn't believe in seatbelts, she was pushed forward a few inches as the car's wheels touched the ground. She giggled.

Driving fast in the night was one of Rebecca's passions. Another one was Elijah Smith.

Her desire for him was recent and so far unfulfilled. She'll get him…she always gets what she wants. In the meantime, she was prepared to endure stuffing envelopes just to be around him.

A few minutes later she was in the kitchen at the Salvatore mansion, emptying a soda can.

"Who's that?"

"It's me Grandpa."

"Rebecca," he bent over to kiss her cheek. She knew it was his way to check if she'd been drinking. She was prepared for that. She chewed three packs of gum before getting inside to mask the smell of alcohol and pot.

"Where did you go tonight?"

"To see a movie. How's Aunt Katherine?"

"The doctors say the surgery went fine and she'll recover with time."

"That's good," she murmured, batting her long lashes over her big blue eyes, which made her look quiet angelic. "I hope everything turns out okay."

"I'm sure it will."

"Well, I'm going to bed. The movie was boring, I almost fell asleep right there. 'Night Grandpa." She placed a soft kiss on his cheek; he would horsewhip her if he knew what her lips had been doing just an hour ago.

"Hi daddy," she whispered seeing that her father had just got out of the room as she tried passing her parents' bedroom without getting caught.

"How was the movie?" Stefan asked.

"Sorry?"

"The movie, how was it?"

"Oh, boring… how's mom?" she asked glancing over her father's shoulder inside the room.

"She's sleeping."

Rebecca knew her mother wasn't just 'sleeping', she was sleeping it off. She could hear the soft snores coming out of the room.

"How's everything at the headquarters?"

"Fine."

"Do you like the work?"

"It's not bad, something to do…"

"You could go back to college," Stefan suggested.

"Fuck that."

"Well, good night Rebecca."

"'Night dad."

N: So, Elena's operation went well, she now looks like Katherine Salvatore (Nina Dobrev) She will start talking soon, promise…but what will she say? Don't forget to leave me a review.