I don't know which is harder to stomach right now between TVD and TO, I love them both. I'm in a glass case of emotion. They FINALLY figured out that it isn't Elena… honestly though, Bonnie should have been the one to figure that out, and maybe made the realization that Katherine didn't pass on and she didn't pass through her. Like god, Bonnie. How hard can it be to notice something like that considering you are the fucking anchor?
Then there's TO, and I'm just worried about how broken Klaus is going to be over what he thinks was his siblings betrayal, when yeah Rebekah was being an idiot, but Elijah was just trying to keep him from killing her. Keep the family together. Let's just hope Caroline will pick up the pieces at least. But I just keep thinking about that look Klaus gave Elijah, and it made me want to sob. Knowing how much pain he was in physically, let alone the mental torture of their betrayal? GAH.
Anyway on to my story. I will be branching away from the main story line on the next hiatus, because I need to keep myself entertained during the next 3 week break. And FF is that way.

Damon had walked for a while until he found a shady motel where he had broken in for the night to get some sleep. Which is exactly where Enzo had discovered him, and promptly awoken him to remind him of the task at hand. Damon growled a low tone at the sudden noises and bright light on his face.
"Rise and shine, yah squatter." Enzo cooed at him and Damon threw a pillow at him, which Enzo easily dodged.

"How hard is it to think that maybe a man should be left to his sleep? And not have to deal with the Emzo-Five-Alarm call every morning?" Damon mumbled at his friend, who thanks to being a vampire caught every word.

"Come on, Damon, I'm not going to let you wallow in this stupid depression over a baby vamp with a pretty face. Now get your ass out of bed, we have some final revenge to exact on a certain Doctor extraordinaire." Enzo told him, knowingly of Damon's state, and yanked off the blankets with Vampire speed. Just as quick, Damon was up with Enzo against the wall and a hand around his neck. " There we are, up and adam now aren't we, mate?" Enzo cooed, and chuckled in Damon's face. And Damon couldn't help but smile back, glad that for once, he at least had a friend who was equally as devious as him, and let his friend down.

"Fine, fine. Let's get this done. I can't wait to see that dear in the head lights look of shock on his face, just like, 'Aaah! The big bad vampires! I knew how evil they were all along! I hope they don't treat me like a chew toy!'" Damon said the last part in a mocking tone. Enzo laughed at Damon's humor, and clapped him on the back.

"Off we go!" Enzo chimed in, and sped out the door. And there was only a moments hesitation in Damon's step as he brushed off the last gorgeous dream of Elena his mind had tortured him with all night long. Her beautiful eyes, that would never give up on him. It was strange really. She'd been telling him how much she still loved him, and that she would never give up on him. She hadn't really given up on him, and that everything he thought was a lie. She promised she would never give up. Well, Dream Elena had promised a lie. And with that Damon sped off after Enzo, to pay Dr. Wes a nice little visit.

*T*V*D*

They were just in his bedroom, lounging lazily on his bed. Elena was snuggled securely into him, with her head on his chest, and gorgeous form hugging his side. Her arm was around his waist, then it squeezed gently as she stretched awake. He had been absent mindedly stroking her long brown hair, and now her loving eyes were being revealed to him as she slowly blinked away the sleep left in them. She sighed contentedly then looked up at Damon, who had been enjoying the view. She was so beautiful.

"Good morning, beautiful." Damon said to Elena in a soft tone, and Elena gave him a big happy smile before turning back to snuggle into his chest. Damon chuckled lightly, he was so happy. Flying so high in the sky with these emotions of pure simple bliss. He didn't believe it could get better than this.

"I love you, Damon." Elena said into his skin, like a promise on the wind. That one phrase held Damon's whole world together, his heart sang with joy every time she would say those words, and he would never tire of hearing them roll delectably off her tongue.

"Well, how's about some breakfast?" Damon said sitting up suddenly, a coy grin on his face. Carefully watching Elena's reaction. Elena blinked a few times in confusion and had to adjust quickly, sitting up as well. Then she turned an annoyed gaze on him and smacked him on the arm, not too hard though.

"Damon!" Elena hissed at him, crossing her arms firmly over her chest.

"What?" Damon said back feigning innocence.

"You're an ass." Elena said in a fake pompous tone, as she scooted over and hopped off the bed. In a flash Damon had pushed her flat on her back, into the giant bed with him on top of her. The squeak that she made caused a big smile to play out on his face, as he held her wrists held above her head.

"I love you too, Elena." He said so sweetly and sincerely. The passion in his eyes took Elena's breath away, then he leaned in and stole it physically too. A slow, happy kiss that was sad and longing for everything he had lost... Elena suddenly flipped them both over, to where she was straddling his waist with a triumphant smirk on her face while she loomed over him, and then dove in to kiss him hungrily. Her hands splayed across his smooth chest, and his came up to cup her face as a passion like no other ignited between them. Twin flames. He growled up at her, which of course only turned Elena on more but she had to stop them before they got too carried away and wasted their precious time together.

"Damon," She said against his lips in between kisses. "Damon, we need to talk about something." She said as he switched to kissing a delectable trail down her neck, which was sending shivers down her spine. Damon groaned into her neck, before pulling back to meet her gaze.

"Do we really have to? I'm having so much fun." Damon whined at her, and she laughed at him as she moved off of him, to sit next to him on the bed.

"I'm sorry, I know. You can't believe how bad I want to get carried away with you. but we just don't have enough time to do both of these things. And sadly, this conversation is more important." Elena said urgently, suddenly becoming more aware of the fact that everything could dissipate at any minute.

"Fine." Damon sighed through the word. "But first, I think I will be needing some blood with that serious tone you're using." he said sitting up and wagging a finger at her. "Be right back." As he hopped off the bed and went toward the door in vampire speed. Elena jumped off the bed toward him and cried out, just as his hand was about to reach the door knob.

"NO, Damon! You can't leave!" Elena said, alarm on her face.

"Elena, calm down. I'm not skipping out on this important talk, I just want to grab me a quick vamp juice box." He told her, and rolled his eyes. Why was she acting so weird.

"No, Damon. You can't leave this room because there is nothing outside that door. This is all we have right now." Elena tried to desperately explain, but she knew his sleep state was a delicate thing and it would keep holding onto this fabrication for as long as possible. Damon gave an incredulous, 'what the hell are you going on about' look, as she walked over to him, grabbed his hand and led him away from the door back to bed. And he let her, but the confusion on his face was plain as day.

"What do you mean, there isn't anything out there? What happened to the rest of the boarding house?" Damon said, and stared at her as she climbed back onto the bed and sat cross legged to look at him. She patted the space of bed next to her invitationally, but he just stood where he was and crossed his arms over his chest. Elena sighed and looked down, figuring the best route to his answer was the real thing.

"Damon, this isn't real right now." Damon scoffed, and looked around the room in disbelievement.

"Elena, I am pretty sure I know that I am in my own room, and that you are sitting here very much so right in front of me." Damon said and approached Elena, then put his hand comfortingly onto her cheek. Elena smiled and put her hand over his. There were little tears beginning to form in her eyes, but she loved the feel of his hand against her cheek. Even if it wasn't real, at least it felt real.

"I know how hard this is to believe. Trust me, your hand right here and all. I want it to be so bad. But, just think Damon. How did we even get here? When was the last time you even saw me before this?" Elena pleaded with him, he needed to understand this wasn't real so she could tell him how to help her. Otherwise all of this would be for nothing, and she would have to try again the next time he decided to collapse into sleep. Which might not be for another week at best. She removed his hand from her cheek, but continued to hold it with both of his. Damon's brow furrowed in concentration as he tried desperately to remember how they had ended up so happy, and comfortable in his bed… but he couldn't. He was fighting through a haze in his mind, a deep fog that no matter how hard he tried it wouldn't come to him.

"Damon…" Elena cooed softly trying to pull him back to her, "Damon, don't hurt yourself. It going to be hard to remember real life when you are in a dream state. That's why if humans realize they are dreaming in the dream, it usually just startles them into being awake." Damon stared at Elena for a moment, then he laughed out loud, which made her puzzled beyond belief. Damon closed off his chuckle, and then spoke.

"I thought saint Stefan was the only one you had spirit dreams with. Or whatever freaky magical property this is." Elena sighed and frowned at him, he was still so insecure about everything regarding Stefan, how would she ever be able to convince him that he was her one and only now.

"Damon. This is a lot different. For one, this is the only thing I've seen in days. I've been lost and wandering in total blackness for at least a week I think… but I'm not sure. And we don't have much time, because you could wake up at any moment. So, please please just listen to me. I need you." Elena was growing desperate for him to understand what was happening right now. Suddenly there was a strong ache in the pit on her stomach, she missed him so much, but she was running out of time. "Please, you need to think about what is going on in real life, you need to remember what's going on. Why aren't I with you? Why aren't we waking up happy in each others arms like we always used to?"

None of this was making sense to him because his brain was all muddled in facts. he remembered him and Enzo at a bar, Enzo went out back to have a drink. Soon he followed… but what happened before that?

"No, farther back than that Damon. Before Stefan kicked you out." Elena continued, encouraging him to remember which was so obviously difficult to do in this dream state. But he glanced up at her with an open mouth, and gulped nervously.

"You can see what I'm thinking about? Elena, what the hell is going on?" Damon yelled at her, backing away slightly from the bed.

"I already told you, hun. This is a dream, and its all inside your head. Not mine, and therefore I can see what you are thinking about as you think of them." Elena was desperate, time was running thin. And she stood up to get near him but he backed away and shook his head at her.

"Not possible." He murmured. "You must be Katherine! There's no way, you being such a young vampire, can so easily manipulate my mind. You must be lying." Elena let out a cry of desperation as Damon backed a few more steps away from her.

"Damon! Damon, please I'm not Katherine! It's the other way around!" Elena sighed and looked down, knowing she only had mere seconds left she decided it was best to say the things he needed to hear rather than what she needed him to hear. Looking back up, Elena spoke softly to Damon, hoping that he would at least remember these last few words.

"Damon, listen to me. I'm Elena Gilbert, and I still love you. No matter what has happened recently, I will never give up on you. You know me too well to think that I would, you are just too condescending on yourself to see the truth. You're quicker to believe I would give up on you as the next terrible thing you did rolled around rather than think I'm more solid than that. Damon Salvatore, I haven't given up on you and everything she said to you was a lie. Damon, please please figure it out. I'm so lost, I need you to be my light and lead me out of this darkness…" Sure, there was more she had to say. But it was lost to the wind, as she faded from his view and him from hers.

Just as Elena was completely submerged back into her dark world, Damon was awakened by the bright rays of daytime. Irony could never be more cruel.