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AN: Writers block. 'Nuff said.

3rdPerson.

Deep in the woods outside of Mystic Falls was a house. A large white house, with columns and a nice front porch. Inside sat Elijah and Baltazar, discussing their plans.

"Where shall we go after we kill them? I was thinking Australia, we're both in desperate need of a tan." Baltazar says, sipping his wine.

"Can I trust you, brother?" Elijah asks, sharpening a stake.

"Of course you can, Elijah." Baltazar replies, looking at him confusedly.

"We going to do more than just kill them." Elijah says, smiling.

"We are?"

"Yes."

"And that involves sitting here sharpening wood?" Baltazar asks.

"I have another plan. One that will end this game once and for all." Elijah says.

"And are you planning on letting me know what this plan is? Or will I be forced to stay in the dark?" Baltazar asks, amused.

"We are going to kill all five of them." Elijah says simply.

"Wonderful. This is splendid news, brother." Baltazar says, clapping.

DPOV.

"Did you and Stefan ever fight?" Alex asks, sipping a blood bag and watching me clean off the table.

"Sometimes. Neither of us would ever apologize but we both knew we forgave each other." I tell him.

"Why didn't you and mom have any kids?" He asks curiously.

That catches me off guard. Why didn't me and Elena have any children of our own?

"You'd have to ask your mom that one." I settle for saying.

"Do you even want kids with mom?" He asks.

"Of course I do. Me and your mom just didn't want to bring another child into this world knowing their life would be in danger." I tell him.

"Oh. I never thought of that."

"Come on." I say, throwing the dish towel onto the counter and walking towards the front door.

"Where are we going?" Alex asks, following behind me.

"To see your dad." I say.

"Why do you keep this old thing?" Alex asks, climbing into the car.

"This car is the love of my existence,the best companion a man could ask for, and has stuck with me through everything. But don't tell your mom I said that. She tends to get jealous of the Chevy." I say proudly.

"Ok then." Alex mutters, smiling.

We climb out when we reach the graveyard. Alex walks beside me silently with his hands in his pockets. We pass the Gilbert family plot on the way there.

"Are those moms parents?" Alex asks.

"No, aunt and uncle." I tell him, without slowing my pace.

"Oh" He replies, and hurries to catch up with me.

We round the corner and I freeze, reaching my arm out to stop Alex.

"What are you..." He starts but quiets when he sees the body on his knees in front of Stefan's grave.

"Stay behind this gravestone. Don't come out unless I say so." I tell him.

I do my best to remain quiet and walk until I'm about two feet from the stranger. My eyes take in the intruder. He's clad in black shoes, dark jeans, and a loose white t-shirt. His light brown hair is brushed to the side, reaching his ears in some places.

I clear my throat but he doesn't make a move to stand. Instead his head turns around and I'm faced with bright green eyes. I stumble back and fall to the ground, without breaking eye contact. He forces a weak smile and points at something behind me. I turn my head around and find Alex standing there, looking confused.

"Dad, who's that?" He asks, walking towards me hesitantly. He'd only seen one picture briefly.

I turn back around and stare, open-mouthed.

"St.. st.. Stefan?" I choke out before the world fades to black.

"Dad. Dad? Wake up." Alex's voice echoes through my head. I open my eyes to a blurred world. I blink and it starts to clear up. Alex sits on the ground beside me, holding my shoulder.

"Finally. Are you ok?" He asks.

"Yea. I just..." I start, when suddenly the memories come flooding back.

"Stefan" I say, sitting up hurriedly.

"Yea that's what I thought you said. What were you talking about anyways?" Alex asks.

"Your father was probably just overwhelmed with seeing his brothers gravestone again." A familiar voice says. I turn around and see Stefan, he walks over and sits down beside Alex and me. His hair is just like it was in 1864 but his clothes are modern.

"Stefan" I whisper again. Forgetting all other words for a moment.

"I'm Ryan O'Keefe. I'm sorry if I startled you, I was just looking around." Stefan says.

"Huh?" I ask, confused. Then I decide I don't care. Stefan is here. Alive. In front of me.

"You're here." I whisper, throwing one arm around his back and the other holding his neck. Tears sting my eyes but I blink them away. Damon Salvatore doesn't cry.

"Thank god you're here. Your ok. Your ok." I mumble, holding him to me. He tries to pry me off of him but I hold on.

"Um...I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong guy. Like I said, my name's Ryan." Stefan says, pushing me away roughly.

"Cut the shit Stef. I mis..." I start, watching him. He shakes his head and sighs, turning to Alex.

"I have to go. I hope your father's ok. Sorry if I upset him." Stefan says, turning and disappearing into the woods.

"Stefan wait." I yell, standing up and running after him. I run into the woods, looking around frantically.

"Stefan" I yell, running deeper into the trees. I trip over a root and fall to my knees.

"Brother." The tears I had suppressed earlier fall freely down my cheeks.