"Damon!" Elena yelled as she stepped into her living room the next morning. Damon was sitting on the sofa, his legs propped up on the left arm of it. He was holding a tumbler and swirling the amber liquid in it with a small motion.

"Good morning sunshine!" Damon responded his voice dripping sarcasm. He emptied his tumbler and placed his feet down to the floor. "What makes you so pleasant today?"

"You don't need to ask that… and drinking before 9am? Seriously Damon?"

"It's all about the tolerance, baby." He replied with a grin. "It's evening somewhere." His grin washed away as soon as it appeared and Damon stood up. "Who has the keys?"

"What?" Elena questioned.

"The keys of this apartment! Who has them?" Damon demanded as he nervously glanced at his watch.

"Jenna, Jer and Stefan… Why?"

"Good!" Damon replied sitting back down. "Get on my lap."

"WHAT? Oh no no no…" Elena replied waving her finger as she stepped back. Damon growled and pulled her on top oh her after making sure her leg wouldn't get hurt. "Oh my god, Damon!" She shrieked as he flipped them over and placed his lips to her neck.

That's when Elena heard the clicking sound of the lock of her apartment and saw Stefan step into the hall. Damon jumped off of her and flattened down his hair, which had gotten out of place.

"Oh god!" Stefan yelled turning away. "I know I should've knocked instead of using the key."

"Well I couldn't agree more." Damon responded placing his arm to Elena's waist. She glanced at him but said nothing.

"What can I do for you?" Elena asked looking embarrassed as Stefan turned back.

"I was just wondering if you would like to have some breakfast with me. But since you already have company…." Stefan replied motioning towards Damon.

"That's kind of you! I'd be happy to…" Elena began but was once again stopped by Damon.

"We'd like to but we have our own breakfast arrangement going on. Now go away. Bye bye!" Damon replied smiling at his little brother who just stared at the man who used to he his protective and kind of nice older brother.

"It's that so… Have a nice breakfast then." Stefan responded leaving the apartment.

"Wait!" Elena called but it was too late. Stefan was nowhere to be seen. "What was that?"

"What?" Damon questioned with a smug grin.

"That! You assaulted me! If Stefan hadn't come…" Elena began but Damon's reaction cut her off. He let out a laugh and placed his arm around her shoulders.

"Oh come on! You see this watch?" Damon asked shaking his arm, which was draped over Elena's shoulders. She nodded and looked at him. "Well it's an ultramodern alarm system. If anyone, with or without a key, tries to get into this apartment it sends a signal to this watch and I have time to react. I installed this last night after you went to bed."

"But that still doesn't explain you assaulting me!" Elena replied shrugging his arm off her shoulders.

"You see, we're supposed to be a couple. What do couples do in the morning? Drink and yell at each other? Well some do, but we aren't like that. Just go with the flow Elena."

"If being all cuddly with you means 'going with the flow' I'm not doing it."

"Doing it? Wow, I never mentioned that…" Damon began before Elena punched his chest as she got up from the sofa.

"Get your mind out of the gutter Salvatore!" Elena replied limping to the kitchen.

She reached the island in the middle of the kitchen in no time. She sat down to the bar stool next to it and sighed. She had been living alone for the past three years and now living with a man she barely knew was really taking its toll on her. She had always needed some alone time of her own and now she was being followed constantly. She knew there was nothing to do about it. It was either to suffer of die. She wasn't suicidal so she decided on suffering. But doesn't that make her a masochist?

Elena stood up and made her way slowly towards the fridge. She pulled out a cartoon of apple juice and placed it down to the island. She grabbed her pink and purple glittery 'Birthday girl' mug Caroline had gotten her for her 18th birthday and filled it with juice. She raised her glance and saw Damon leaning to the doorway.

"What?" Elena asked as she put the cartoon back into the fridge and sat down to the stool.

"No pancakes? That's too bad." Damon replied after he grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. He glanced around the kitchen and it looked just like Elena, modern with a hint of luxury and traditions. The dark hardwood floor was as brown as her hair and the light brown cabins and tables reminded him of her skin. The sink and the water tap were golden instead of silver as well as every appliance he could see including the fridge and microwave oven. He smiled to himself and bit down to his banana.

"Yeah… I told the constructor to get me a robot to make me pancakes every morning right before I woke up but he thought it was a joke. Damn!" Elena joked. She glanced at Damon and took a sip from her mug.

"Well you are in luck today! Do you have milk and eggs?" Damon asked as he walked completely into the kitchen.

"What? You're going to make pancakes?" Elena asked furrowing her brows. "Is it safe? I don't want you to start a fire…"

"Ha ha nice one," Damon responded and opened the fridge and got out some milk and eggs. "I told Stefan we have breakfast plans and I'm not the one to let down promises."

Once again a single familiar thought crossed her mind. Maybe this isn't that bad after all.


Doctor Bennett had visited Elena. Her leg had started to ache again so the doctor gave her some strong painkillers for the day. That was two hours ago. Elena had been sleeping ever since and Damon was sitting in the living room flipping through some random TV channels not finding anything worth his time. Fucking Sundays! He stood up from the leather armchair in the corner of the room and walked to Elena's bookshelf. Classics, classics, classics, a cookbook, a yoga book, classics, chic lit and once again – classics. Damon had to admit that he secretly loved classic books but he wasn't in the mood to read Brontë or Salinger. This surely wasn't a Mitchell-kind of-day either. He left the shelf and sat down in front of the fireplace he had managed to get to work. He had always been a big fan of those. The fire was wild but could be easily controlled. It was safe and dangerous at the same time. It also reminded him of the times when he was a kid and visited his grandparents in Italy. They had an enormous red fireplace where his grandmother had made pizza in. He smiled at the memory and closed his eyes. His eyes opened violently as a scream filled the room. Damon jumped up and ran to the door of Elena's room. It was unlocked. He pulled the door open and saw Elena sitting up on her bed shaking forcefully.

"What's wrong?" Damon asked concerned as he approached the heavily breathing woman. "Was someone in here?"

"No, no. It's nothing, just another nightmare. Nothing to worry about." Elena responded running her fingers through her long hair. She lay back down and closed her eyes.

Damon looked at the woman in front of him and couldn't help worrying. Elena looked really pale and fragile, a complete opposite of what she had looked like few weeks back when he had seen some articles on her in the papers.

"You sure because you look horrible." Damon stated as he furrowed his brows.

"Gees, what a way to treat ladies…" Elena responded opening her eyes.

"You know nothing about by way of treating ladies…" Damon replied walking to the window of her bedroom. He pulled the curtains shut and turned around to face Elena.

"You got me interested," she replied sinking down to her pillows.

"Interested in what?" Damon questioned even though he knew her answer.

"You know… If I was a lady you were interested in what would you do?"

"Well, I already have you in bed so there's only one thing to do in really many ways." He replied smirking and started to walk away from the room.

"No seriously, what would you do?" Elena asked.

"Oh you surely would like to find out huh? What about if you laid back down and shut those painkiller blurred eyes of yours and fell back asleep?" Damon asked as he reached the door of the bedroom and stepped out. "Sweet dreams." and with that, he closed the door ignoring her noticeable disagreement.


At the same exact time Kol was sitting in a van outside of the police station and the holding cells where the authorities aka the coppers had taken Klaus. He had done a pretty good job and calculated the weaknesses of the jail in few hours. The weakness ended up being the delay of the security cameras and the cheap building material in the walls of the cells. He had taken over the cameras and was now staring at the screen of his laptop. On the screen he had two windows open, one was focused on Elijah and another on two of the five cells of the police station. Let the show begin! Kol thought as he stared at the screen.

"You mean son of bitch! I'm going to gut you!" The brunette yelled in thick southern accent in the cell next to Klaus'. She kicked the bars with her boots and screamed after the cops left the room.

"Keep it down you bitch!" Klaus yelled and punched the wall in between them.

"Oh hush brother!" She replied laughing. "I'm here to save your arse. Just tell me when the camera is filming the another side of the room."

"Rebekah? Is that you?" Klaus asked as he stared at the camera.

"Yes! Who else?! Just stare at the goddamn camera and Kol will turn it." Just after she replied the camera turned the another way and allowed Rebekah to do her trick. She pulled a tube of gel from the back of her boot and applied it to the wall. She then reached to her another boot and took out a small hammer. The gel was already doing it's trick. She knocked the wall few times with a hammer and the wall broke down enough for her to get her arm completely out of the cell. She used her fingers to unscrew the screws holding the bars and soon she was out doing the same thing to Klaus' cell. In two minutes they were both out and waiting for Elijah.

"Excuse me, miss! I was informed that my daughter has been arrested for DUI. Cheryl Flynn, that's her name. I'd like to see her if that's possible." Elijah said faking a southern accent.

"Yes, she's here. I can take you to the cells but I need you to fill in these forms and then I'll call..." The young receptionist responded and handed Elijah few sheets of paper.

"How about no, miss." Elijah responded and pulled out 100 dollars from his pocket. He placed it in front of the woman who looked at him shocked.

"Sure, sure! Follow me Mr Flynn!" She replied picking up the money. She walked around her desk and told Elijah to follow her. He was more than pleased to oblige. He followed her to the secured door and waited for her to enter the code. He cleared his throat as the door opened.

"Miss, I think I can handle myself from this." He stated pushing her aside.

"No! I can't let you go all by yourself!" She replied trying to push him aside.

"This is your own fault then..." Elijah responded before he used his electric taser to take care of the woman. The door in front of him opened completely as Rebekah and Klaus showed up.

"Cheers, mate!" Klaus said patting Elijah's shoulder and followed Rebekah out of the police station. "Oh and Rebekah, I adore your wig. It made you look a real rebel."

"Oh shut up!"


Author's note

I know it's been a long time since I've updated. Thank you for being patient!

But yeah, we're finally getting the plot going! Klaus is out and that surely makes Damon's job way harder and the mystery woman with the Smiths is in fact Rebekah. I bet most of you already knew it was her in a red wig earlier so I thought why not reveal the fact officially already. I pretty much wondering what's going to happen next as much as you are. That's what you get for not planning ahead! Eeek, I hope that I can figure it out and type it faster than this update.

xx