Something which just came into my head.. Set between the middle and late Season 2. Please read and review etc... Reviews would help, especially with constructive criticism, so I can improve! Anyway, enjoy!

(Damon POV)

Lying in bed, I feel a sense of contentment inside me as I feel the warm body lying on top of me and the smooth hair which is currently running through my fingers. I long for this to be enough to fill the aching void inside my chest but it just doesn't feel right. As I open my eyes I realise why. The strands of hair gliding through my fingers are not the long, dark tresses I yearned for but the shorter, strawberry blonde ones that I had come to somewhat recognise.

As my mind finally began to move from my musings back into reality I realise that the warm body lying on top of mine just doesn't fit quite right with mine. The reason why is because this is my distraction and not the woman who has captured my heart. Elena.

I hear the constant hum of a heartbeat that I have become so attuned to but I feel the void in my chest expand as I realise the origin of the perfect melody that is her heartbeat. My brother's room. Just the thought of her in his arms makes my chest constrict. God, I need a drink, but first to get rid of my distraction.

I quickly detach myself from Andie and compel her to leave. It's easier than to have to deal with her trying to use every weapon at her disposal to persuade me to allow her to stay. It would just be harder for me. Sleeping with a woman is supposed to be intimate and there is only one woman I would want to share that with but currently she is sharing that intimacy with my younger brother.

As I hear the door close with Andie's departure, my eyes fall upon the only thing that will put my mind to rest so I can collapse into a dreamless slumber. Bourbon. However, as I retrieve it from the corner of my room, my vampire hearing picks up on a slight variation in the melody I love. As I hear the almost soundless pads of her delicate feet, I turn to my door to see the face which haunts my dreams in the most beautiful way. The face which provides images of what our life could be together and I know that no amount of alcohol could ever make me forget her for one second.

(Elena POV)

As the noises from next door finally cease I think that maybe I might actually be able to fall asleep. However, my brain has other things in mind such as constant thoughts and questions about Damon and I think that I'll be lucky if I can catch even a wink of sleep. Why am I thinking about Damon? I'm lying in bed with his brother, I shouldn't be thinking about him. However, as my mind tries to conjure up thoughts about Stefan, the only thought that comes to mind is about the arm which is wrapped tightly around my waist. This gesture used to give me comfort and used to make me feel safe. The key words being used to. Instead the gesture now makes me feel trapped and I can't help but think that I fit better into Damon's arms at the Miss Mystic Falls dance than I have ever fit into Stefan's arms.

As I lie in Stefan's bed I can't help but think that it doesn't feel right. I'm supposed to lie in his arms and feel the sheer intimacy of such a simple interaction but all I can feel is the need to escape, more specifically into the arms of the raven haired, blue-eyed man in the next room. Right, I really need to stop thinking, but what can I do? Water, water should help and if not, there is always Damon's very expensive alcohol collection.

I slowly detach myself from Stefan's arms as I hear the front door close, rather loudly, which I can only assume was Andie leaving after fulfilling her duties to Damon. Okay, I might just skip the water and head straight for the alcohol because I really do not like the jealous feelings which are bubbling up inside of me at the thought of her hands all over him. I creep out of Stefan's room and tip-toe down the hall but I pause slightly at Damon's slightly ajar door. As I see his flawless face turn towards me, I am overcome by all of the memories from my dreams of what our future would be like and I can't help but yearn for them all to be true.

(Third Person POV)

The piercing gaze between chocolate brown and ocean blue eyes would be enough to start a fire. The desire for each other and longing for the future they could have together is written all over their faces and for one shinning moment, all of the barriers between the two are demolished. They are facing each other, hearts laid bare and the connection between the two is unlike anything ever encountered. However, the spell is broken as they both turn to carry on with their duties and as they both let themselves drown in the thoughtless slumber of alcohol, the longing becomes clear.

They each long to be in each other's arms and to be able to live happily ever after but some stories will never have the fairytale ending. Their ending is undetermined because it all comes down to one question. Will love be able to conquer all?

Thank you for reading :) amygerrard x