Sorry it took so long to update, guys. I know this chapter is short, but it's something, right? Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

~~~Elena's P.O.V.~~~

Elena?

I could hear someone calling my name, but the pit of depression I was in over Damon's death was too deep to be called out of by the calling of my name.

Elena?

This time the person calling my name sounded frantic, worried, about me? Who would be worried about me when Damon was the one who was dead? Soon the person started shaking me too. I crept out of my hole of darkness just to tell them to leave me the hell alone.

I opened my eyes suddenly only to see the very last thing I expected to. Damon. And then I started screaming.

~~~Damon's P.O.V.~~~

First I wake up in my bed to find Elena sleeping next to me. In MY bed. And that has my wondering why the hell she's sleeping in my bed. And that leads me to remembering the epic fail that was last night's attempt at killing Klaus.

Second, I tear myself away from my own misery to notice Elena's. She's crying. In her sleep. Is that even possible? So I nudge her a few times, making sure she's really asleep, and when I'm confident she is, I call her name. I call her name a few more times, growing louder and more worried. I desperately start shaking her when she starts whimpering along with crying.

And then, her eyes, FINALLY open. And she screams! She screams! And she HITS me! Like I'M the bad guy, like I'm not the one who's been on her side this whole time. Well, most of the time. Anyway, after a few moments of enduring her girly fists of fury, I pin her arms down with one hand and hold her face with the other and wait for her to calm the hell down.

~~~Elena's P.O.V.~~~

I was screaming. I was screaming because this was impossible. Damon was dead, I had felt the remorse, the grief, of his death. It wasn't possible that he could be alive.

But yet, here I was. With Damon, in his room. And he was pinning me down and cradling my face in his hand, a very Damon-like thing to do. My mind was so full of thought that I soon stopped screaming and fighting him. I simply didn't have the energy to.

Only after I was calm for a few moments did Damon release my arms from his grip. His one hand still rested on my cheek and he was still hovering over me.

"Elena?" He said my name like a question. "Lena, are you okay?" He asked me softly. I shut my eyes tight as tears started spilling from my eyes at the familiar nickname.

"Lena!" He demanded, starting to panic that I would start throwing a fit again.

"What's happening Damon? How is this possible? How am I with you? Am I dead? Is this heaven?" I choked out, even though the thought of being dead and being with Damon was far more appealing than being alive and being without him.

"Lena, what are you talking about? Why would you have to be dead to see me?" He asked me, growing increasingly worried. Maybe he thought I was going crazy.

"Because you're dead! You're dead! When you killed Klaus, his hybrids killed you in revenge." The words tasted sour and bitter and just wrong coming out of my mouth.

"I'm not dead, Elena. Neither is Klaus, and neither are you." I though I detected a tone of bitterness in his voice at the mention of Klaus being alive, but I ignored it for now to get to more pressing matters.

"But...y-y-you left me." I stammered, completely and utterly confused. His face softened before my very eyes at the mention of my words.

"Lena," He started, before putting his other hand on the opposite side of my face. "Lena, I told you I would never leave you. I meant that."

"But Damon, I felt that you were dead." I cried desperately.

"Elena, I'm perfectly healthy. If you wanted, I could show you how high my stamina is?" He smirked at me suggestively, and oddly enough, that's what convinced me this Damon before me was real. He seemed to pick up on the fact that I now believed him, because he started to move away from me.

And that's when I remembered my vow. Did a vow still count if you were sleeping at the time? I didn't really know, but I decided I needed to follow through on it anyway.

"Damon-" I started, but I was interrupted by the very subject of my banter.

"Elena, it was just a dream. I'm fine, and I don't plan on leaving you, voluntarily or not, anytime soon." And with that, he left. He just left me there, laying on his bed, feeling like an idiot. And I let him go. Dream Elena would be very disappointed in me.

I think I have a thing for Elena dreaming Damon dead. You know what I mean if you read my first fanfiction.

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