N: What is this? An update? Yep, I updated fast, because your lovely reviews made it impossible not to. Really, you guys were so kind and really helped me go on with this. Thank you!

Again, this is not beta-ed, so, I am terribly sorry for all the mistakes you might find and I hope you'll still enjoy it.

In the next chapter, we'll have some Rebekah and Elijah.

The cheering of your name

Both Damon and Elena were a pack of nerves. They have been waiting for almost an hour for the psychologist to finish with Anna. They were seated on a bench in front of the doctor's office. Elena grabbed Damon's hand, giving it a firm squeeze. "I am glad you're here," she said softly.

"I wanted to be here. I told them before the campaign started that my priority is my family," Damon said.

"How long do you think Elijah's going to be mad at me for?"

"Nah, he's not even mad anymore. I guess mom and dad calmed him down. He stopped by this morning while you were in the shower to wish us luck. He never gets mad anyway, not his type."

"Really…? It's odd."

"What?"

"Nothing," she mumbled, but the thing was, she wanted to know, she needed to know. Elijah didn't live with them, he was hard to read and she had little to no time with him. The best bet way to learn about him was through his friend; through Damon.

"What about women?" she asked and Damon raised an eyebrow at her.

"Elijah's women?" Elena nodded. "I don't now, he doesn't discuss them with me."

"You guys don't talk about your sex life? You're best friends."

"And we're also men. Maybe boys discuss it in the locker room after their physical education class, but men don't."

"Oh, I understand. But, are you sure he's heterosexual?"

"Why? Did he refuse you, Katherine?"

"Go to hell!" Elena snapped and before Damon had the chance to respond, the doctor's assistant was already in front of them.

"He is just finishing up with Anna, he'll be right with you," she said and they both thanked her.

"The reason I'm asking is because your niece is all over him," she said between her teeth once the doctor's assistant reached her desk.

"Rebekah?"

"Yes, she told me so herself one night. She came home with a purple eye after picking up some guy in a bar. The man wasn't able to perform so he took it out on her."

"I didn't –"

"Notice? Nobody did. When it comes to Rebekah it's like she's nothing more but an object. No one actually notices her until she does something crazy. Do you think Elijah might…"

"No, he won't. He wouldn't do that, not with a girl twenty years younger than him. Plus, I know he is going out with someone from the headquarters."

"I hope you're right, Damon. And not because I want Elijah for myself."

***Lucky 13***

"Oh God," Elena whispered to herself. Doctor Fell was explaining to her and Damon that Anna was a traumatized child because of her. Well, not her really, it was Katherine, but this was yet another thing she was going to take responsibility for.

"I'm afraid your daughter doesn't consider herself worthy."

"What can we do?" Damon asked.

"Well, when I talked with her, she insisted on telling me things that happened after the accident. How she played Games of hide and sick with her mommy and how you're reading her stories as she goes to bed. That shows that your behaviour with the child had improved Mrs. Salvatore. You must not beat yourself up for this, you made mistakes, and all parents do. Just keep playing with her, encourage her every time she does something good, rewords are fine as well. Also, make her choose, I have a feeling she hasn't been able to up until recently. She is confused on who she is and what she likes because she was never asked to choose all the choices had been made for her."

"What about the nightmares?" Elena asked in a shaky voice.

"My opinion is that the child is repressing the memories of the accident. How did she react on this flight?"

"We had trouble attaching her seatbelt, but through the flight, she had been calm, even fell asleep for about half an hour," Damon answered.

"Just as I suspected. You see, Mrs. Salvatore, your daughter remembers you taking her on the plane and attaching the seatbelt, but she doesn't recall anything else. She doesn't remember the part where you rescued her from the fire. I am afraid she needs to remember it in order to move past it."

"But how?"

"Well, hypnosis is one way, but I won't recommend it on such a young mind. It will be better if it happens naturally. Next time she has a nightmare, don't wake her up."

Elena was terrified for Anna. She remembered the last time the poor child had a nightmare: her tiny body, sweating and shaking, her screams and her fear. How would they be able to just stay and watch their daughter go through that?

"For Christ's sake," she heard Damon course between his teeth.

"I know it must sound like torture to you Mr. Salvatore to allow your child to go through that but I am afraid is quite necessary for a full recovery."

"I understand," Damon whispered. "Thank you for everything Doctor," he stood up and Dr. Fell did the same. They shook hands and the doctor turned towards Elena.

"I must apologize for staring at you Mrs. Salvatore. It's just that, a few years ago, a young woman did a television interview with me. She could be your twin sister; I don't know if you ever heard of her, her name was Elena Gilbert."

Elena could feel the Oxygen leave her brain. It felt like she would never be able to take a full breath again. It felt like someone was strangling her. Her head was pounding and she could hear a million voices calling her name: Elena Gilbert! Elena Gilbert! She was aware that Damon's hand was on the small of her back, guying her towards the exit, then towards the car. Once inside, she grabbed his hand. The crowd was still cheering her real name: Elena Gilbert! We know who you are. You are Elena Gilbert, not Katherine Salvatore! She was so scared; the only thing keeping her somewhat sane was Damon hand, holding her own.

"Damon," she murmured his name. She just wanted to tell him that she didn't mean to hurt him.

"Katherine," he whispered her name, but not her real name. She opened her eyes. They were back in the hotel room. It was semi-dark and Damon was seated on the edge of the bed, looking at her. On a second glance Elena noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt. "You fell asleep about an hour ago and I put you to bed," he explained seeing her puzzlement. "What happened Katherine? Even since that doctor mentioned the reporter's name, you've been acting strange."

"Damon, would you please hold me?" she asked shyly. She just needed to know he was there, he was real. "…just for a minute," she went on, noticing Damon was hesitating. He finally closed the space between them, wrapping his arms around her. He could feel her heart beating chaotically against her chest and his.

"The doctor didn't know she was in the same plane crush. He apologized a few times for upsetting you."

"I'm sorry; I must've behaved like a fool. I don't even remember how we got home."

"Like a fool? No, but you certainly were shocked. You almost fainted. You got me worried," he said and Elena smiled. He worried for her that was all that mattered. "I can't believe no one mentioned that Gilbert girl's name before. People used to mistake you for her all the time, remember?" Elena just nodded subtly. "You're still shaking," he pulled away from her and Elena wrapped her own arms around her body. She hadn't noticed she was shaking until he pointed out. "I'll make you a tea, with a drop of rum. It will help you relax a bit; the nightmare must've tensed you up even more."

He made his way towards the tiny kitchen. Elena barely noticed for how long he was gone, to her it seemed like hours but in reality he was back in just a few minutes, handing her a cup of tea. She noticed that he poured himself a glass of – what she guessed was – bourbon, and took a seat beside her on the bed.

It just now occurred to Elena that they were alone. They decided to send Anna back with Damon's parents, agreeing that she would follow in a few days. She was determined to stay and help Damon as much as she could with the campaign. Damon was not in the other room on the small bed; he was there, in the same bed with her. It was the middle of the night and she was wearing just a thin camisole. He was just in his pajama pants and no t-shirt. They were so close, closer than they had been in a while and there was no child between them this time to keep them in place.

She drank her tea in silence, she was afraid to say anything not to scare him away. Elena knew they were still miles away from acting like a real married couple. They shared all the responsibilities and the problem, but not the intimate ones.

Damon turned around to place her cup and his glass on the small night stand and he also switched off the lamp.

"Damon," she breathed.

"Don't say anything to change my mind," he said and she nodded. He cupped her face and moved to bring her closer to him. Elena pushed the cover off her body with her feet to get the blanket away from between them. "I want you," he whispered in her ear and Elena's body responded with a light shiver. His right hand made its way on her leg, going up on her thighs. She moaned softly once his fingers fund her heated triangle between her legs and Damon let out a growl. "You're wet. Who are you so wet for?"

"You told me not to say anything," she murmured.

"Are you wet for me?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, I'm wet for you," she moaned more than spoke. She was feeling each touch, each growl that came out of his throat and each whisper. When his lips finally crushed her, it wasn't like those other times he kissed her, this time he wasn't holding back. His tongue slipped inside her warm mouth, stroking her own. It was as of her mouth was a pot of honey and he was about to collect everything inside.

The first time the phone rang; they both ignored it, but the second time, Damon rose to his feet and answered. Elena knew that whatever was happening between them came to an end the moment Damon's mouth left hers.

"Yes. Yes, Stefan, I'm awake, what's up?"

Elena pulled the covers over her burning body and let out a sight turning her back on Damon.

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