N: Hey guys, sorry for the wait and for the tiny chapter you are about to read. The show is not helping with the inspiration and I do not have time to write and rewrite. It's not beta-ed so my sincere apologies for the mistakes.

Jeremy will be back next chapter, hope you'll enjoy. Don't forget to review as long as you're here.

Repercussions

Elena and Damon were back at the ranch and Elena was practically running towards the conference room. She knew Damon was in a meeting with Elijah and Stefan and some other guys that were running things at the headquarters, but she needed to speak to him. The fact was that she had no idea how he might react. Even since they slept together, they became even more distant instead of coming closer. When they woke up the following morning, they were holding each other, so they slowly pulled away from one another, apologizing, like one touching the other had been some mistake that was made. If they would touch accidently later on, they would both pretend it didn't happen and look away. Useless to say they had been avoiding each other ever since and Elena was tired of it. They were acting like children and she thought it needed to stop.

Taking in a deep breath, Elena knocked on the door and pushed it open without waiting for an answer. "Damon, I need to speak with you for a minute," she said in a determined voice. She couldn't show any hesitation or they would just throw her out of there closing the door in her face. It wasn't like it didn't happen before.

"Katherine, we're in the middle of something," Elijah was the first to say something. She hated the way everyone just jumped at the opportunity to talk in Damon's place. Especially when they would do that every time she wanted to talk to him and him only. It was as if Elijah and Stefan were his shadows, they were always there, ready to jump in and keep Damon away from her.

Damon was just staring at her. She was wearing a beautiful sunny dress that was showing her legs, but covering her cleavage. The dress didn't look trashy like Damon usually found Katherine's dresses. This time, she looked sexy without making it seem like she was trying too much. It was taking Damon all his strength to not think about the night they spent together at the hotel just a week ago. Her body in his arms… it felt so soft, so warm. Her perfume, that was now light and delicate compared to the spicy one she used to wear. When he asked about the change, Katherine told him that her skin was still sensitive and those perfumes were making her itchy. She asked him if she liked those better and he admitted to her that she smelled divine now. His dick twitched in his pants remembering the silk between her legs. She had been so wet for him; he didn't remember ever feeling that way before. It was as if she wanted him more than anything else in the world in that moment. He knew he hurt her at first because she was so tight, but she said nothing, she welcomed the pain and held him tightly with her legs.

"Is there something wrong with Anna?" Damon asked, just then realizing she asked to talk to him.

"No, it's not Anna, she's at still with Pearl shopping."

"Well then, whatever it is I am sure you can deal with it yourself Katherine," Stefan mumbled, getting up from his seat.

Elena felt like slapping Stefan in that moment. Actually, she felt like slapping everyone at the moment, including Damon; maybe Damon the most. She was mad at him. Her bad mood was of course justified, she thought. He just used her to get off and now he was barely talking to her. She felt like an unpaid prostitute. For him it didn't matter, it could've been any other woman that night. What bothered Elena the most was that she had wanted him to want her so badly. She wanted to love him and caress his perfect chest, his well-shaped abdomen, she wanted to explore and kiss every single line and every single grove on his body, but she knew the moment he touched her that he will not allow her that indulgence.

"On a second thought, never mind. I will deal with it myself," she shouted and slammed the door after her.

About five minutes later she was slamming another door, opening it this time. Rebekah was in the middle of her queen size bed with a cigarette between her lips and a magazine in her lap. Elena marched all the way to the stereo and turned it off, getting the blonde's attention.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rebekah snapped as Elena started to open and close drawers.

"This is mine, these earrings are mine, and this," Elena said taking a belt from the closet. "I thought I would just drop by and pick up my things from your room," Elena said turning towards Rebekah, who was now standing by the edge of the bed.

"I don't know how your things got here. Maybe –"

"Do not insult me, Rebekah. I am not stupid and you must be the worst thief I have ever met. If you would've asked, I would've given you anything you wanted," Elena said and placed the earrings back in the tiny red box.

"Ah, take them! I don't need your fucking pity or your stupid things!" Rebekah shouted.

"I know you don't. All you want is to get caught, to get my attention. Well, you got it, it worked."

"I thing you are losing it Aunt Katherine."

"It's so typical of you Rebekah. You do all these things you know you are not supposed to do just to get your parents' attention –"

"Like going after Elijah."

"Like going after Elijah, yes. He is way too old for you Rebekah."

"You say that just because you want him for yourself."

"You know that's not true."

Rebekah knew Katherine was right. Even since the accident, her Aunt changed. The way she looked at Damon, it was clear to every fool that she loved him. She was coming home at decent hours, she was taking care of the child and trying to be helpful for the campaign. Not once she looked at Elijah or anyone else with those doe brown eyes the way she looked at her husband. Rebekah didn't really take the time to think about what and why exactly her Aunt attitude changed so much, but she knew it changed and even she – who wasn't there most of the time – could tell. Also, Rebekah thought, that Damon was looking at her differently that before the accident. At first it was pity, surprise or just plain confusion, but the more attention she paid, the more the pity turned into admiration and the surprise into appreciation. For a long time, Rebekah could not understand how her Uncle still could love Katherine after everything she did to him, but maybe there was something left to love after all. All that was needed was a life-threatening accident to push that towards the surface.

"So are you going to go tell Uncle Damon about this?" she asked.

"Is that what you want me to do?"

"Hell no!" Rebekah just let herself fall back on the bed. "You know what, do whatever the hell you want and leave me alone."

"Next time you want something from me, Rebekah, just ask. I don't mind if you come to me with anything," Elena said as she slowly walked towards the door. "Be careful with this act so you won't lose yourself in it," she whispered, and then snuck out of the room, going back into hers.