Sorry for all the line breaks further along in this chapter. I'm having a horrible time with formatting tonight and can't figure out a better way. Sorry to anyone who read this in all italics!

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Bonnie was worried she'd gotten in over her head. She'd only been trying to help her friend but she was dabbling with things she didn't completely understand. She'd been having visions involving Damon and Elena so she wasn't surprised when Elena told her she'd been having dreams. From the unease Bonnie sensed in Damon at the Founder's ball she suspected something was going on with him as well. The spell was simple, it was only meant to shed light on some of the things Elena was confused about, or in denial about, but somewhere along the way it had gone awry.

Hours earlier Bonnie had received a call from a distraught Elena. Supposedly, last night Damon had appeared in her shower. Elena had said she would bet her life it wasn't a dream, that it had been reality on some level and not reality at the same time. Once Bonnie believed that Elena hadn't nodded off in the shower or been entranced by a daydream, apprehension began to build in her gut. Somewhere she wondered if it had something to do with parallel universes or alternative universes or were those the same thing? Bonnie wasn't sure.

Bonnie wasn't ready yet to tell Elena she'd created a spell for her so she had made the decision to wait and see what happened in the next few days. She told Elena to keep her updated and she'd consult her Grams about any more of the details Elena could provide. That seemed to calm Elena down a bit. Elena liked when a plan was in place even if it were a loose one.

With a mug of coffee in hand, Bonnie plopped down amongst stacks of grimwars. She had a lot of research to do.

Elena was at the boarding house lounging around with Stefan. She'd acted pretty weird around him last night during their pancake dinner so when she received the call that morning about school being cancelled she had thought of a surprise. She was going to make him breakfast in bed. Of course he had heard her rummaging around in the kitchen and came down to inspect what was going on, but she bossed him back to bed commanding him to stay there until she returned. He'd laughed at her antics. Now, with bellies full of waffles, sausage links, and fruit they cat-napped in the parlor.

Damon was surprised to see the two of them when he came downstairs. Wasn't it a school day? He didn't think Elena was the type to skip. Yet again, he hadn't expected Elena to be such a sexual firecracker either. A twinge of jealousy nipped at him as he took the scene of the two intertwined on the couch together. Time for a blood bag—or maybe two. Damon smirked. It was non-sensible, but he swore this batch tasted better than the last. It must have been the extra risk involved when he stole it from the blood bank in the middle of the day.

Preoccupied with draining a bag into a mug and warming it up in the microwave, Stefan almost managed to sneak up on him. Damon turned in a flash. "What can I do for you Baby Brother?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to let you know I'm going to go out for a hunt. Elena's sleeping on the couch so try not to bother her, alright?"

"Oh, but I was planning on having a dance party. All the kids are coming." Damon rolled his eyes. "I won't bother her. Wouldn't want to overhear her calling my name in her sleep. That could make things awkward around here."

Stefan chose to ignore Damon's baiting. "I'll be back in a couple hours."

Once he heard the front door close, Damon entered the parlor. God, he wasn't expecting to have an emotional reaction to the sight of Elena, but she looked so peaceful; if he believed in angels he would have thought her to be one.

He, however, would never be a candidate. Images from last night were running through his mind. He moved closer to her and breathed her in. She smelled exactly how he'd imagined. But he hadn't imagined it, it had been real. He was still trying to figure that out. Actually, he wasn't trying to figure it out because he had no idea where to begin. He sat on the chair closest to her resting head, wanting so badly to reach out and touch her.

When had these feelings begun? Yes, he admitted to flirting with her but that didn't really mean much to a guy like himself. He'd been attracted to her from the first moment they met but he hadn't thought much of that with her being Katherine's doppelganger and all. He was happily surprised by the development of their usual banter and then even more so at the tentative friendship they had developed. However, a few weeks ago Elena had withdrawn from him a bit. He wondered if he'd begun to lay it on too thick. He was surprised by how much her distance bothered him and how much he missed her.

Elena stirred in her sleep, her hair falling in front of her face as a result. With the grace and agility of a feline, Damon leaned over to tuck the fallen hair behind her ear. With eyes closed, a faint smile graced Elena's face and she reached for his retreating hand. Damon swallowed but let her hold his hand in hers. He thumbed a figure eight pattern in her palm. Suddenly, Elena was getting to her feet. Had he woken her? "Elena?" There was no response. He flashed a few strides in front of her and could see she was still asleep. Did Elena sleep walk?

Elena was walking barefoot along the forest floor. She smelled the mixture of earth and plant matter; she could smell the water running in a nearby creek. Through a clearing, she saw a little cottage laid ahead, perched at the top of a steep, grassy hill. She wanted to see who lived there.

Damon was unsure what to do as Elena began ascending up the stairs. He had heard you shouldn't wake a person while they are sleep walking so he just followed closely behind her, ready to catch her if she should trip.

Stepping from circular stone to circular stone, Elena approached the cottage door. She stood for a moment then rapped her knuckles against the wooden door.

Damon's brow furrowed as he realized Elena was heading towards his bedroom. She stood at his door for a moment and he suppressed a laugh as she began knocking. What was he supposed to do?

Swinging open to reveal a man, Elena was happy to see Damon standing on the other side of the hearth. "Damon! I didn't know you lived here, how nice." She opened her arms for a hug.

At Elena's voice Damon jumped a little, "Damon! I didn't know you lived here, how nice." Damon was sure a human wouldn't have been able to make out Elena's sleep talk and this was one of those times he was thankful for his astute hearing. Elena reached out to hug him and he stood there baffled. Leaning in to the hug she began falling forward and Damon flashed over to catch her.

"Oh, silly me. I must have tripped over the hearth." With adoration, she looked up into her capturer's eyes. "Thank you for catching me." She ran her hands over his arms, "My, you sure are strong!" she giggled.

Elena's caressing was making Damon very uncomfortable. He was trying his hardest not to think of last night. "Thank you, Elena." He replied to her compliment of his strength and released his hold on her. Where was this going? He wondered.

"Do you have any tea? My walk in the woods has left me a bit chilly. It is a damp day." She began walking the perimeter of the cabin, picking things up here and there to inspect.

Damon watched as Elena slept-walked around his room. Flipping through the pages of a book from his dresser she asked, "You like to read?" When he didn't respond she continued on until reaching his window. An instant later, she threw the curtains apart and her hands flew to her mouth. "It is absolutely breathtaking! I had no idea there was such beautiful countryside in this region."

The view from the cabin's window was incredible. It was pastoral yet hilly as far as the eye could see with hundreds of small lakes all glittering in the sun. Magnificent Arabians grazed, tossing their manes from time to time. Beautiful birds of all colors, birds Elena had never seen before, were singing the most delightful melodies. She threw the windows open to hear their songs more clearly.

"My word, is that not the most angelic sound you've ever heard? We must go outside to hear them better; I know the perfect place!" She turned from the window and walked towards Damon, he let her yank him in zig-zags across his room. He couldn't resist any longer, he was too curious where her dream was heading.

Tugging Damon round the side of the house, Elena headed towards the clearing and set off for one of the grassy patches atop a hill she'd been admiring from inside. She stopped to pick a wildflower, admire a mare and fawn a hundred yards away, run her fingers through a cool stream. Splashing water in Damon's unsuspecting face made her burst with giggles and she began running towards the hill. Frowning, she realized Damon wasn't chasing her. She called out to him.

"You are no fun Damon Salvatore." He wasn't sure what he'd neglected to do in her dream but he was unhappy with his dream self. If nothing besides evil, Damon was fun. "No fun?"

Meandering back in Damon's direction, Elena asked, "Am I so undesirable that you cannot even humor me by chasing after me for one afternoon?"

She wanted him to chase her? So be it. He crossed the 10-foot distance between them and scooped her up in his arms bridal-style. "I've got you, now what?" Damon smirked as Elena burst into a fit of silly shrieks. She struggled in his arms, like prey. The thought hit too close to reality and Damon placed Elena back on her feet. With eyes still shut, she stood chest to chest with him for a moment looking confused and then tugged on his hand again.

Wild violets covered the base of the hill and Elena breathed them in. She led Damon and began ascending, "Isn't it magnificent? The sunshine makes the lakes look like bowls of diamonds." Eyes panning the glorious countryside, Elena walked straight in to a tree fallen over the path. "Foolish me", she blushed and stood a moment accessing whether to duck below or climb over the barrier.

Elena walked straight into the side of Damon's bed. Damon's held his breath as she stood still. Elena had never even been in his room before today and now she looked as if she might climb onto his bed. Momentarily, he considered stopping her or waking her up, but curiosity got the better of him again as he noticed she'd decided to climb up after all.

Waving Damon up, she called, "Come on! The view is incredible." She had recovered from the embarrassment of her clumsy moment and wanted him to join her. She stood perplexed when he didn't move.

He didn't know what to do, having Elena in his bed was not something he was prepared for and the fact she was asleep made it all the more confusing. He scanned where she was sitting. He'd been pleasuring himself, fantasizing about her in that very spot less than twelve hours ago. The memory of their time together in the shower made him groan.

Beginning to feel silly and unwanted, Elena scoffed. Why was he just standing there? She couldn't let him know she cared. She would go on enjoying this beautiful place with or without him. She made an exaggerated show of lying down from her sitting position, fanning her hair over the blanket of green grass. She patted the ground next to her, "Come watch the clouds with me," she said with an air of ease. He wouldn't know whether she cared if he took her up on the offer or not.

His resolve waned as Elena laid down between his pillows. The contrast of her rich brown hair on his stark white pillows was a sight he never could have conjured up in a fantasy of his own. Then the scent hit him. He recognized the smell of her shampoo from last night. An image from last night—the one of her hips bucking against him—flashed before his eyes. Her hands had been all over him, tracing patterns through the beads of water running over his skin. Her mouth, she tasted so good. His lips at her pulse, God he had wanted to bite her, to taste the blood that smelled beyond better than any he could imagine. In his daze of memories, Damon noticed Elena patting the bed beside her. He was climbing up before her hand landed from the final pat.

Smiling, Elena felt victorious once Damon settled beside her. Getting comfortable and shifting around a bit his hand brushed hers and she twitched slightly from the spark. Had he felt that too?

"I see a rabbit…with a cotton tail," she pronounced, "Do you see it too?"

Damon's eyes searched the sky, squinting now and then. He held his hand up, looking as if he were blacking out half of a cloud. "I think I do, yes." He smiled.

"Really? Where do you think it is?" Elena questioned. Perhaps she felt giddier than appropriate when Damon pointed to the same rabbit shape she'd picked out. They took turns finding other creatures and objects in the sky and challenging the other to find the same.

"Can you see the airplane?"

Her brow furrowed. What was Damon talking about? "A what?" she asked.

"An airplane." He repeated, not understanding the confused look on her face.

"What are you speaking of? I'm not familiar."

He laughed. "You're not familiar with airplanes, Elena?"

Was he mocking her? Elena was getting upset despite herself. Of course she knew of Damon Salvatore's reputation. He was charming but there were rumors that he did not always behave as a gentleman should. "Well, excuse me but you, sir, are being rude. Let me remind you, I do not have free access to my family's private library, a multitude of tutors, free reign of the city or the rights to inquiry as you do. I should think no lady knows what an airplane is." She began to rise from her position in the grass.

Damon was startled. What era was Elena's dream taking place in and why was she so upset with him suddenly? Reflexively, he grabbed her arms as she shifted to her elbows obviously moving to leave. Her proximity and the feel of her warm, soft skin beneath his fingertips stopped time.

Elena gasped in his firm hold. A man had never clutched her with such force before. Each fingertip sent its own river of electricity through her body. Ten rivers met in a swirling, churning lake at her stomach. A briefest meeting of their eyes turned the lake into a bed of molten lava. The heat was building at an impossible rate and Elena knew she would soon be on fire. Searching Damon's face desperately, her eyes landed on his lips; the source of water. Nothing was making any sense, she had no idea where she was or what was going on. She rose up and leaned over Damon, he was the only thing she was sure of. He and his lips would save her from this fiery fate. There was no decision to make; the magnetism of his cool, sweet breath drew Elena just inches from his lips.

Her eyes snapped open and Damon froze. A moment ago he could tell that stopping Elena from her retreat had brought a turn of events in her dream. She was searching his face as if her life depended on finding something there, but he could tell she was not awake, at least not in the traditional sense. His breath caught as her eyes landed on his lips. Peace washed over her features and determination took its place. A voice was telling him this wasn't right, but one-hundred more were telling him there wasn't anything more right. A pressure in his lungs was building and he remembered he had stopped breathing. He exhaled and as his sweet breath meet Elena it seemed to serve as a guiding force. She drew closer still.

The atoms resting on Elena's lips mingled with those resting on Damon's. Wasn't it impossible to be aware of something so small? Damon looked into Elena's eyes and by the way her pupils adjusted fractionally he knew she was seeing him. Damon's bedroom was far away now; everything they understood was out of reach. All that existed was Elena lying atop Damon in a cloud of molecules. That's all there was. The two of them together. At this level everything was clear for both of them. Molecules had no morals. Atoms did not understand social rules. Moving her lips an imperceptible distance, Elena laughed as she displaced the old atoms between their lips and new ones took their space. Damon blew out gently, sending them away like bubbles in a slight breeze. Suddenly Damon and Elena needed to be closer. They could feel each other, it looked as if they were touching, but they were aware of each and every atom separating them.

They spoke with their eyes, a conversation they had had many times before. They nodded their agreement, the transmission began and they were glowing. A flurry of activity was happening all around and within them. Their bodies were speaking to each other and to the nearby electrons. Giving and taking of electrons was happening millions of times over as Damon and Elena's atoms created bond after bond from their toes up. Coils of electric rainbows danced in circles around and around Damon and Elena. The rainbow of colors turned to a golden spiral that slowly rained down in twinkling bells. They smiled to each other when they knew the process was almost complete, neither could mistake the feeling of coming home. The flurry began to die down in earnest and Elena lowered her head to kiss Damon. This time there would be no barrier and they would remember the truth once more. Trembling slightly, they brushed lips and a picture of the sky one-billion years ago flashed by, pressing their lips firmly together presented an image of swimming along the ocean floor, and finally as they fused the memory—the only one they needed—returned.

Ha, well...my boyfriend said he thinks you'll all think I wrote this while taking Ecstasy. I'm sober, but I'm not sure I disagree with him, lol. Again, this story seems to be writing itself. Please tell me what you think. Is it too far out there?

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