a/n: I'm not sure how many chapters I am going to do for this one. Let's say, more than three and less than twenty? Haha I really want to get it fulfilling all the of unanswered requests and get my Christmas one shots done, so I am going to be posting this fast. The idea just couldn't wait until next month, so I will get it to you guys as soon as it comes out of me! Please keep reviewing, it makes me happy Happy Reading!

Once Elena had settled Katherine in at Caroline's she drove home. It had been a long day, an even longer car ride and a rather uncomfortable goodbye with her doppelganger. They set a plan for lunch tomorrow, a meeting of generals to discuss battle strategies. If she hadn't been terrified something might go wrong, she would have been excited. The rush of girl power she felt propelled her with enough adrenaline to climb the stairs to her bedroom and decide to have a shower. Without looking around, without really even thinking she came into her room and pulled off her shirt.

She was on her way to the bathroom when she stopped, and slowly turned toward the window. Damon stood against the wall, his arms crossed and a thoroughly pissed off look on his face. She hadn't checked for him before taking her shirt off, because he hadn't snuck into her room in over a month now. It had been over a week since she'd even seen him, and the distance had certainly created a void within her. She had missed him, that was clear now and she found herself stepping toward him, desperate for some kind of contact, any sign that this was real and she wasn't just having another one of her dreams.

He was mad, with whiskey on his breath and fire in his eyes but she could see the possessive way his lust darkened eyes roamed her upper body. She thanked her lucky stars that she hadn't taken her bra off yet, although maybe that would have snapped him out of whatever rant he had undoubtedly planned for her. As he pushed away from the wall and stalked towards her, she prepared herself for the screaming, the demands. His eyes searched hers, darted down and then back up, his lips pursed in a thin line, then slightly open. He was back and forth, hot and cold and she was beginning to find it impossible to take anymore.

"God dammit Damon say something!"

That snapped him out of it and he grabbed her shoulders, his fingers digging roughly into her skin. "Where did you go?"

"What do you care?" good, he was yelling. That meant she could yell too, get some of her frustration out from these past few weeks of silence.

"What if you'd been hurt?"

"Caroline was with me."

"That's supposed to comfort me?"

"It's not my job to comfort you Damon." She could feel her blood boiling inside her, it felt good. Anger, release, it all felt good. She shook his hands off her and stepped closer, poking a finger into his hard chest. "You made that clear when you stopped coming over."

"You could have called, let me know you were going out of town."

"What would the point have been?" she threw her hands up in the air and glared at him. "You never answer your damn phone! I don't know what's gotten into you Damon, but ever since Stefan came home you've been like a ghost, and I'm tired of it. You can't have it both ways, you can't have your peace and worry about me every second of the day."

"I wouldn't have to worry if you didn't run off!"

"Would you have answered the call Damon?" she challenged, crossing her arms under her breasts and pushing them up on purpose.

She got a sick sense of pleasure from watching his anger stumble, but he soon recuperated and went back to yelling. "Maybe!"

"Ha!" she turned from him and stalked to the bathroom.

Damon stood there for a few minutes, listened to her clothes hit the tile, the water turn on and the shower curtain be pulled open then closed. He could leave, he knew could. She hadn't told him to get out, but she hadn't actually asked him to stay either. It was all too much, all too confusing. He couldn't take this fighting anymore, but even worse than that he couldn't take the silence.

Without knocking he opened the door to the bathroom and shut it behind him. Elena yelped when he cleared his throat and she stuck her head out of the curtain. "I'm not finished yelling at you." He said, leaning against the counter.

"Well I'm finished fighting with you. I spent all day with a high strung vampire and I can't take anymore of that crap."

"Caroline isn't exactly high strung." Damon said, the scent of her shampoo already affecting him.

"What do you want me to say here Damon?" she asked, pulling the curtain a little wider. He saw a flash of bare leg before she moved it out of sight.

"I just want to know where you went." He swallowed, forcing his eyes back to hers. This was exactly the kind of torture he was trying to keep himself away from.

"Frankly Damon, that is none of your business. To ask me questions like that you have to put in a certain number of friend hours a week to be leveled up into being personal. Lately, your quota has been empty."

"I know I've been…gone."

"You've been ignoring me." She corrected, holding back the pain that threatened to ebb into her voice. "You've been pushing me away and for some reason you're pushing me right at your brother. I don't understand it, and at the moment I don't to hear your explanation. You do have to hear something though, if you keep hiding away and pretending like you don't care I'm going to start believing it and you are going to lose me." She closed the curtain then and dipped her head back under the spray. "Goodbye Damon."

Her only answer was silence, and a minute later when she looked out to see if he was still there, the familiar, sick empty feeling of loneliness crept into her. He was gone.

a/n: slowly but surely were are picking up here. Up next…girl power haha