Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries and Teen Wolf don't belong to me, they belong to CW Network and MTV.

Also, Derek will make an appearance later in the story ;)

Salvatore Boarding House,

Early in the morning.

"Adiuva me locus Stefan"

"Adiuva me locus Stefan"

"Help me locate Stefan!"

Purple sparkles ignited on the map laying on the table, thus damaging it. A strong smell of sulfur was present in the air.

"Still not working?" Caroline asked.

"No," Bonnie sighed, folding the map. "Klaus doesn't want him and Stefan to be found.''

"How are on earth are we going to save Stefan?" Caroline asked frustrated, sitting down next to a pile of old books.

"It seems that Klaus has a witch on his side since none of my spells work," Bonnie frowned. "Nothing, nothing, nothing," she continued flipping the grimoirs, hopeful she might find a useful spell.

"Damon, care to join us?" the blonde vampire turned to a man standing by the window, upset by the fact that the man took no whatsoever participation in their desperate search for his younger brother.

"Hmm." Damon moaned, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey. His eyes were transfixed on the window, watching the sun's rays making their way through the darkness.

"You know we'd really need an extra hand," the young witch scowled, trying to get the vampire's attention.

"Damon!" Caroline shouted.

"Shush it Blondie," Damon snapped, turning his head to Caroline. Massaging his temples, he put his glass of whiskey down on a nearby table. "What do you want me to do? Search the globe for Stefan?" he slowly advanced towards them. He abruptly stopped in front of Bonnie "We have nothing on us, okay? No hocus pocus, mystical potions or any magical rocks," he kicked some random books laying on the floor. "Right now, the only person's safety I care about is Elena's," he finished in a softer voice, his blue eyes showing sincerity.

He slumped in a leather chair. "Stefan sacrificed everything for me, and the least I owe him is to keep Elena safe. How am I supposed to do that if I'm not here?" he asked.

Bonnie and Caroline stayed quiet, Damon was right. Even though the ritual was over, It didn't mean that Elena was safe; She needed someone to keep an eye on her, and the only person who could do that was Damon.

Mystic Falls High School,

Later that day.

"Elena."

"Elena!"

"Yes Mr. Saltzman?" Elena answered, her thoughts having been interrupted by the history teacher.

"You seemed very distant from the lesson. Are you sure you're okay?" Concern could be detected in his eyes.

"I'm fine, I just have some stuff going on in my life," Elena looked in to Alaric's eyes. He nodded, understanding the hidden message behind the girl's words.

He turned his head away towards the class, "Okay class, as you know, we have two new students due to the exchange program-"

Elena's attention turned away from the teacher, and continued analyzing her own life. How did it all come to this? Her aunt was dead. John was dead. Her boyfriend was God knows where somewhere in the world with a psycho thousand-year-old hybrid werewolf/vampire. And she might have some hidden feelings for the older Salvatore brother. Why couldn't she just have normal problems like any normal teenage girl? Was this her destiny? To be surrounded by death and grief?

"Stilinsky Sa-"

Elena realized how caught in her thoughts she was because she hadn't noticed the two strangers sitting by the teacher's desk.

"Stiles. It's Stiles," the boy corrected the teacher. Alaric gave him an uneasy look, "Stiles," he warily repeated and noted down the name in his book.

"And McCall, Scott." The teacher presented the boy standing next to 'Stiles'."Hi," he awkwardly waved to the class.

"Well boys make yourselves comfortable" Alaric pointed to the empty seats as a sign for them to sit down.

Elena observed that the boy named Scott took the seat behind her while the boy called "Stiles" took the seat between Bonnie and Caroline.

"Hey," she heard a whisper. Tracing the source she saw that it came from the new student behind her. She turned around, meeting the boy's brown eyes.

"Can I borrow a pen?" he whispered desperately.

"Sure," Elena politely smiled while searching in her bag for an extra writing instrument. With a triumphing 'aha' she found the object she was looking for.

"Here you go," she handed the pen to Scott.

"Thanks," he gratefully replied with a big smile, "You're a lifesaver."

Elena unwillingly grinned. Maybe life wasn't that gloomy.

As always, thoughts and suggestions are welcomed.