Hey all. I just could not get this plot out of my head and I knew I needed to write it down. I still will finish TPW and add many more stories to ONB but I wondered if there was any interest in this type of AU story. I have never written first person or anything AU but I really wanted to try it.

Let me know what you think. If there is interest I am happy to continue. I was a huge fan of Prison break before being obsessed with VD and the thought of doing a Prison type story for DELENA was just too tempting for me, especially after Carol scarlett2112 gave me that sexy image of Damon in prison orange and chains!

Damon's POV

The low hum of the engine droned on and on as the plane waited on the runway before taking off. I didn't even get a window seat so I could barely make out anything outside. It was dark, like middle of the night dark when we were dragged out of our beds and brought here. I guess it was to avoid as much of the public by taking such a late flight.

I knew where we were heading. There was no doubt the country where the attack took place wanted us to face their courts and dole out the punishments. I shivered at the thought of another Middle Eastern prison. We had made it all the way to the States before we were caught.

Here however in Virginia I could see they were taking no chances with our security. Everyone was Y- cuffed to their seats in a staggered formation, none too close to another. I couldn't even brush my longish black hair from my eyes since my hands were cuffed by my waist. This was one of those times where you should not even think that your nose might be itchy because then it sure as hell will be.

I had been growing my hair out the whole time I was on the mission and now being stuck in prison for the last month my hair was already long enough to tuck behind my ears and curling by the back of my neck too. But right now several strands had come loose and tickled my cheek, teasing me to want so badly to itch my nose that I couldn't reach.

No one cared about any of our comfort and my mere annoyance at my longer hair they would not even blink at. The guards were only here to make sure things went smoothly and they wasted no time putting us in our place if it didn't.

Two of the guys being extradited with us, Lockwood and Parker had already pissed off the oldest guard Cade, a dangerous black man that did not even want us to look up when he was around. Those two had both had gotten bright new bruises and each a black eye for whatever they had done to upset him before they even boarded the plane. His list of what he hated about any of us changed daily, so it was dangerous to be around him at any time.

This was likely not going to be an easy flight. 12 hours in the air with these monsters...and I was one of them.

I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. Maybe I could just coast through this flight and not rock anyone's boat. I missed her already knowing that yesterday was the last day I would ever lay eyes on the most beautiful, kindest and caring doctor I had ever met. She took my breath away every time I saw her.

I found myself looking for ways to get hurt just to see her. Egging one of the guards on or another prisoner, just so I could be marched up to the infirmary to be in her presence.

Yesterday she had put her hand on mine as the appointment ended and I could just feel that it was just a few seconds longer than it needed to be. Her eyes did not meet mine but I heard a gasp in her own breath, as brave and stupid ass me rubbed my hand on top of hers. It had been the happiest I had been in months in that moment.

But she was not why I was here. I needed to focus. I did not imagine this was where I would be to finish this mission. It had been horrible already in prison and the only way I was still alive was my resourceful Special Agent brother had paid a substantial amount to a very big, burly longtime resident of the prison to keep me under his protection.

Sure I was an amazing agent and even better at undercover missions but this...this had been worse than being held by the foreign arms dealers in Serbia a more than 6 months ago. There I at least had cell to myself, starved and beaten, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

Here however...here the men looked at me like I was a fucking ice cream sundae.

If it hadn't been for Spike, I know such an original tough guy name, but still….I owed my prison virginity to him alone. Him and Stefan. Thank God for baby bro.

But dear, sweet, practically a teddy bear Spike was not on this flight and was not getting taken across the ocean with the rest of my team that I screwed over and the other prisoners that it sounded like the Commonwealth of Virginia was just done with and were moving them to a prison in Europe or the Middle East. Either way the guys here that I knew were insanely dangerous and I was sure the States was happy to get rid of them.

Now however my protection was strictly relying on the one guard who was my buddy Enzo St. John at the agency. We had known each other since I was a barely a recruit and we grew up in the agency together. He was my hero. Enzo had discretely applied and joined the CO's a few weeks ago once we had been arrested, knowing they wanted someone else to look after the mission on the inside. But he needed to act the part and not let on to anyone that he was on my side.

I kept my eyes down, avoiding the hard gazes of the men around me. Lockwood for sure and the freak show Parker both wanted way more of me that I was willing to ever give anyone in that god forsaken place. The guy Brady too looked at me like I was his plaything and he become so buddy buddy with Lockwood inside and they seemed to bond on their mutual interest in me. There were more inmates that I didn't know, but just looking at them made me curl up and just want things to be over.

The whole team blamed me too, the Mikaelson brothers Klaus and Kol, and the creep Markos were just waiting for a chance to get even. Not surprising even Maxfield the tech guy for the mission wanted to pound me into the ground for him getting caught. He was way too weak for prison and he knew it. It was a miracle he was still alive now.

I was in fact their leader, the brain trust of the whole thing but that did not matter since I had screwed up the attack and gotten the team caught. And that was even before I could find out who the man who hired us for the hit even was.

The hard metal of the cuff was rubbing against my ankle and from how roughly they dragged us through airport security and to get us out of that building past all those people so quickly, I had probably even bled through my socks. I couldn't even reach my feet to ease the pain. Cringing at the biting of the cuffs on my skin I bent down and tried to reach the bottom of my bright orange pant leg enough to tuck in between my leg and the metal cutting into my ankle.

Everyone was already seated when I felt a whoosh of air like someone was in a hurry, late for the flight maybe. A book fell at my feet before I saw dainty feminine shoes stop beside my seat and my nose prickled at the sweet smell of ladies body wash in the air. Her unmistakeable scent.

Oh my... she was here! I thought I would never see her again.

My eyes traveled up her body as if in a trance as she stood there beside me. I took in her smooth shapely tanned legs and dark purple flowing skirt before seeing the swell of her hips, petite waist and her thin white blouse hiding her full breasts. She had a soft multicolored scarf wrapped around her neck that trailed down her shoulders and I found myself imagining what it would be like to slowly pull on her scarf, tugging her closer, her body trapped by the fabric around her and just barely brushing my lips on hers….

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Seeing her so close affected me like this. Every. Damn. Time. She had bent down and retrieved the book that must have fallen from her bag from my trembling fingers. I had forced myself to reach it first despite the pain in my wrists to stretch the unforgiving cuffs that far and handed it to her, but I barely lifted my eyes to hers.

I wasn't being perverted but I knew what would happened if I got the guards angry for staring in her eyes. One of them Donovan, a thin blonde but muscular guard who I think had a crush on the sweet doctor actually had told me last week when he caught me staring at her that if he ever caught me again that he would not think twice to throw me in solitary and beat me till I couldn't walk. I couldn't see him around right now, but I knew he was on the flight.

So with that many people around us, I did not take my chances on what could happen if I let my eyes drift to hers. They stayed uncomfortably locked on her chest and the smooth, taunt swells of her skin above her bra, which was lacy and brilliant white under her silky blouse as she had bent down.

I felt her fingers brush mine as she took the book from me. The pulse of energy again raced through me at the feeling and I ached to know if she felt the same. Oh screw it! She was so close to me I just had to see in those amazing brown eyes of hers. If I didn't...I felt like I would die right there.

My bright blue eyes cautiously flitted up, seeking hers and I nearly gasped at the force I felt race through me as our eyes met. She looked flustered and rushed which was probably why the book fell from her bag in the first place. I was so taken by her here with me that I didn't even register what book it was that she had dropped. I could have used that knowledge in a future conversation. I saw the smallest hint of a smile on her lips and I found myself desperate to know if she felt that incredible sensation between us just as I had.

Elena, I breathed out under my breath but not realizing I might have said it loud enough for her to hear. I quickly glanced around and it looked like none of the other prisoners had heard my almost moan of her name. They didn't know how much she already meant to me in this short month that I had known her. Most of them were all busy staring at her like she was meat.

I grimaced at the looks some of them had in their eyes at her and wished I was free to beat those indecent thoughts out of their demented brains. She did not deserve the depravity they had toward her. She was one of the only women they ever saw and I was sure they all fantasized about her while laying in their cells at night. Shallow creeps!

But to me she was different. There was a sadness in her, an emptiness that I could see and longed to fill. Every time we were together even only for a few minutes I felt our connection. It was deeper than just physical, it was like fate, like I was destined to be the one to bring her back to life.

She turned back, her hazel eyes locked with mine as I held my breath. Her luscious brown hair fell to the middle of her back in soft curls. Her hair was straight I knew, but it looked like she had just gotten out of the shower and the ends of her hair curled up and were still damp by the looks of it. What I wouldn't give to just run my fingers through the silky strands.

I felt my heart just hammering in my chest and it was like time had frozen as my eyes had locked with hers. I reached out to her with my hand and it almost seemed like she reached back but I could have imagined it.

Then without warning I felt something hard just crash into my head and I crumpled down in my seat, sucking in my breath from the pain.

"Salvatore! What the hell have I told you?!"

Donovan. Damn it! He hit me again harder the second time and right on the front of my forehead above my eye and could already feel blood oozing from the both wounds. Stupid ass guard. Like he actually had a chance with her.

"Matt!" her voice echoed, as I felt her bend down beside me. And oh god, her hands were in my hair and I missed everything else she had yelled at Donovan and some of it was colorful language. I had never heard her that upset in front of me before.

I didn't care if he beat me halfway to death if her hands kept tangling in my hair. I had to bite my bottom lip not to moan out loud at how incredible it felt for her to be so close to me.

I could see from the corner of my eye that their were snickers from some of the other prisoners obviously happy that Donovan had beaten me again. He loved abusing his power and it seemed everyone but Elena knew of his crush on her.

The brunette beauty stood up after examining my wounds, her fingers probing at my skin on my head, as I felt the blood sliding down my cheek. Her one hand was still on my shoulder as she turned around and I could see my blood on her hands. "Matt, uncuff him. His head needs stitches!" I heard her call out. Matt merely shrugged and tucked the flashlight he had hit me with back on his belt.

"He is fine Elena. Just let it go."

Elena bristled visibly at that and even I could feel the tension in her voice without looking at her. I didn't want to piss Dick Donovan off more, him hitting me hurt like hell and I already felt a headache starting.

"I will not let it go. And its Dr. Gilbert to you. Warden Shane wanted me on this flight to make sure the prisoners get overseas safely and its my job on the line if I don't take care of any injuries. So uncuff him and bring him to the first class lounge area."

Matt looked like he was about to argue back again when Enzo, bless my bestie, strode forward and unlocked my Y-cuffs allowing me to finally move my arms more and he helped me stand up.

"I'll take him. I don't want to lose my job over this shit of denying prisoners care Donovan."

Matt shrugged again and actually smirked at me holding the back of my head, trying to stem the flow of blood from the back of my skull and I felt it running down my fingers to my palm.

Elena, she was Elena to me, not Dr. Gilbert. I wished I could say she was my Elena. Damn I had it bad for her and it had only been a month. She put something soft on my wound and turned back and saw she had blocked the blood flow with her silky scarf she had around her neck. I felt a little shaky on my feet and Enzo held my arm, escorting me through the door closer to the front of the plane. Elena followed behind me, her scarf now going to my forehead and my breathe hitched slightly as I felt her hand on my back pressing me forward gently. Did this woman know what she did to me?

I cast a quick glance to Enzo who nodded silently to me to keep his cover intact but our mutual nod was my way to say thanks for getting me out of that mess with the asshole CO and rescuing me from the snake pit. My friend pulled me along much gentler than the other guards and backed me up into a front row seat in first class.

I could see in his eyes that he did not want to cuff me again but I knew the drill. I didn't care that I was cuffed again. I was thrilled to be away from all the other psychos on the plane and just here with Elena and Enzo. Bleeding was just my ticket to ride with my Elena. I decided I would call her that at least in my head. She didn't have to know.

Enzo bent down and undid the cuffs on my wrists and pulled them apart to link the other one to the bar on the side of the seat. At least one of my hands was free. He knelt down further and clinked the ankle cuffs into the link on the floor before standing back up.

Elena was wiping her hands on the scarf she had on my neck when a man came out of the cockpit and regarded us in casual curiosity. The sandy haired pilot ran his hand down his face before speaking. "I thought you guys were keeping all the creeps in the back."

That earned him a glare from me. I didn't like him already.

Enzo turn to him. "Captain Saltzman. Sorry about this. This is just so the doctor can tend to his wounds otherwise he will be taken right back there sir." The middle aged man nodded his satisfaction before settling one more hard look on me.

"Well I'm ready to take off and we need everyone seated."

Enzo smiled at him. "Sure thing. I'll make sure all aboard are buckled up." That seemed to be what he wanted to hear and the pilot headed back through the steel door. My friend turned back to me as I was watching the hot doctor get more supplies ready and he helped me buckle my seat belt.

"Behave Damon," he cautioned me but I think even he could see my genuine interest in the lovely Elena. But she was not the mission and he was right in warning me to keep focused.

I waggled my eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes. Yeah he knew asking me to behave was a far cry from reality. But I knew to be careful and not screw up the mission. We still needed to get to the boss and there was still a chance to fix this.

Enzo walked back to the doorway between first class and the next section of seats and stood guard there. I could not help but wonder if he was giving me some privacy with Elena when none of the other guards would.

Elena came back to me and I saw she had put on a white doctors coat and had cleaned her hands. She pulled on my own fingers and rubbed first one then the other hand, cleaning all the blood off them. She had a huge case of supplies she just dumped on the seat beside me. I watched her moving around me like she was on doctor autopilot. She put a huge gauze pad on the back of my neck and taped it down quickly.

My eyes followed her. Unfearful of more retaliation from Donovan, I allowed myself the freedom to study her in her element. Studying her in any element was fascinating to me.

"I just need to get these taped up to stop the bleeding and then I'll fix you up once we are in the air." She spoke to me but her brown eyes were down away from my gaze. I opened my mouth to reply, and my throat felt so dry.

"Okay Elena," I breathed out and at that she looked up and locked eyes with me. It felt so good to say her name out loud. Part of me wondered if it had come out sounding like a moan like before. I imagined that was how I would say her name when she had her nails in my shoulders, her breasts against my chest, her thighs open and me wrapped in her warmth. I could almost hear her moan my name too...

I jerked myself out of my thoughts. My eyes fell from hers, terrified that she somehow knew what I had just imagined with us.

Us. I loved the sound of that. She froze for a half a second and I nearly betrayed my calm cool exterior thinking something as unmanly as a squeak was going to come up my throat. But nothing happened. She didn't even correct me like she had done to Dick Donovan either. I smiled inwardly at the simple fact that she let me call her Elena.

My Elena, yep I was getting more attached every minute, taped more gauze on the gash in my forehead and I closed my eyes at the feel of her fingers on my face. I stifled another moan. I wanted her to be mine so damn badly.

I felt the plane jerk forward a bit and then we were moving. I expected her to sit halfway across the plane from me but the next moment she had fallen softly into the seat right beside me. I turned my head to her, and tucked my hair behind my ear. I was happy to have even that little bit of freedom to itch my nose if I wanted too.

She had closed her eyes and leaned back in the seat after she had buckled the seat belt securely around her. I saw Enzo walking toward us and then back away again making rounds before settling himself in the furthest seat in the back of first class. My bestie passed me a look of concern as he passed by, a warning I was sure, of getting in too deep with the beauty beside me. But I merely grinned back at him when she was not looking till he was out of sight.

The plane started to speed up and the drone of the captains voice interrupted the silence between us reminding the passengers to stay seated and that we would be arriving in Spain, Madrid to be exact in about 12 hours, before going on to Bulgaria where we were to be held accountable for our crimes. I wished I could spend the whole 12 hours right here beside her. But I doubted that was possible.

I leaned back in my seat proud that she wasn't scared to sit beside me. But as I regarded her in the dim light of the cabin I saw her eyelids fluttering and it looked like they were squeezed shut. Was she afraid after all? I glanced down and my fears were confirmed when I saw how tightly her fingers were gripping the armrest between us. So much so that her knuckles looked white.

I backed up. Was she scared of me? "Elena," I whispered and her eyes flew open. There was no doubt there was fear in those soft brown eyes. "Elena," I said again, my eyes on hers. "If you are scared of me, you don't have to sit here. You can move...I would move if I could..." I said clinking my damn chains and wishing I could give her the space she wanted.

But even as I spoke she was already shaking her head at me. "No, Damon. Its not you," she mumbled breathlessly.

I felt another jolt of hunger for her when she said my name and swallowed hard. It wasn't me. It wasn't me. Okay. Then what? The plane was almost in the air now and the speed up even more. She was afraid of flying. That had to be it.

Elena's eyes were sealed shut again and I could see her breathing hard, her chest heaving. I wanted to help. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and hold her. I ached to comfort her.

Tentatively I moved my free hand that was between us over hers, hovering it over her hand thinking about if this really was a good idea. I put the lightest pressure on the back of her hand with mine, deciding to hell with the consequences or another beat down if a guard saw us or if she ran screaming and told them what I did.

My sweet Elena already had a tear slipping down her cheek in her fear and I reached up and tenderly brushed it away with the pad of my thumb, my eyes soft, aching, wanting to sooth her fear. I put my hand back down and I squeezed hers, covering it with my own. I had no idea what else to do. There was little else I could do chained up like a damn animal.

Her eyes found mine again as she turned her head still pressed hard into the cushioned headrest, her hair spread all over her shoulders. She smiled at my gesture and then looked down at our hands. Hers tilted to the side allowing mine to fall to the armrest and then I felt her twine her fingers with mine, squeezing my hand in a death grip.

She still looked so nervous as the plane tilted up and we started climbing. What had this girl been through that she was so scared to fly? I opened my mouth hoping to distract her from our surroundings. "Why did you come on this flight Elena? If you are so scared to fly?" I asked.

I wondered if it was too much to talk to her so casually when to her I was a prisoner; dangerous, and not friendship or dating material in the least. I couldn't tell her I was with the agency, not now with the mission still hanging in the balance.

She kept her head pressed to the back of the seat, her elbows locked but she was turned toward me now her eyes focused on mine. Maybe I could distract her and keep her mind off her fear.

"The warden asked me too," she answered, breaking the silence. "He said they needed a doctor on board." Her lips curled into a shy smile at me and I tried to make her feel at ease rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand still clutched in mine. "I'm the only doctor so it had to be me. But you are right I am terrified of flying." She laughed stiffly. "I even missed my best friends location wedding in Hawaii because I was too scared to go there."

"Well this is my first time flying first class, but I do think the ticket to first class was higher than most flights. Getting your head bashed in is not the best incentive." I smirked at her and she smiled again and reached out running her hand over my cheek wiping off some of my blood. Her touch sent a shiver through me. It was true I wouldn't be here...with her if I hadn't nearly got a concussion. I would have been in coach like the rest of the animals

"Well what would be a good incentive to fly first class," she whispered smiling more. "The fancy cuisine, the extra leg room, the pillows..."

"You," I breathed out without thinking.

Damn my big mouth! Now I will probably scare her away. She looked at me curiously for a moment and I saw her open her mouth to say something but the plane shook again and she slammed her eyes closed again.

I frowned sadly at her still seeing her so scared. I wasn't sure what I could say to help, but I was happy she felt comfortable sharing with me. She was still damn near hyperventilating and I tried to figure out what else to do or say. "Hey, hey," I tried to get her attention. The plane was pitching a bit back and forth as it climbed higher and higher. Every little shift and dip I could see was terrifying her.

"Elena, look at me." I pleaded.

Her eyes opened from their sealed state again. Another tear ran down her cheek and I longed to lift my hand to wipe it away again. But then I might lose the connection of our hands and I could not do that, not yet.

"That's it." I soothed. "Just focus on me. Don't think about the plane, or anything about flying." I saw her breathing settle a bit but she still maintained her vise like hold on my hand.

I smiled at her, loving this time, this secrecy where everyone else would have to be strapped in too and I could enjoy just being with her with no worry that a guard could rip me away. I had no idea how she felt about me even in our little visits with me, needing her to patch up some kind of injury.

But no matter how she felt, I just wanted to help. Right now I was the only person close enough to help her.

Clearing my throat I settled back in my seat, my eyes still locked on hers. "We are in the park Elena. I just spread out a blanket for a picnic. I sat down and you put down the basket of food at the edge of the blanket." I watched her eyes looking puzzled at my story but then she seemed to relax more. "What did you bring for us to eat?"

I nearly said 'baby'. I felt so much attraction to this beautiful woman.

"I uh," Elena looked like she was trying to hide a smile but stayed focused on me. The plane pitched again and she grabbed hard onto my hand, her other hand finding its way there too, sandwiching mine between hers. "I...brought wine, Damon."

That surprised me and I could not hide my smile back at her. Wine, on our picnic and she said my name again. That just melted me right there. She could have said anything else, cheese, chocolate, fruit, sandwiches. But wine it is.

"Okay Elena, wine. Anything else? Just focus on our picnic. You are safe with me." I squeezed her hand, still laced in my free one. "We are on the ground. I can hear kids playing nearby and ducks splashing in the pond. I feel the grass between my toes, as I'm laying mostly on the blanket. What else did you bring. What can you feel?" I asked.

If she asked me what I could feel right then I was sure l could fill a book! Her hand in mine, her little breaths against my face, her body trembling but when I started running my hand over hers again seemed to calm her too. I could feel her eyes on me and I wished I knew what she was thinking.

A strand of her hair fell by her face but she left it there, the brown lock just caressing her cheek, leaving me to wonder if she too did not want to pull her hands from mine. If I had my other hand free I would have caressed her face as I tucked it back behind her ear.

"I feel safe," she mumbled. I loved that she felt safe with me, even if only in a dream world. "I can feel the wind on my face, and the sun beating down. I can hear the squeals of children as they throw food to the ducks."

I was quiet just watching her close her doe eyes and imagine the scene.

"I can feel you pulling me to sit down and opening the wine as it sprays its bubbles up over the top." She giggled, actually giggled behind her closed eyes and my grin was a mile wide. "You pour it into the glasses and hand me mine as I lean back against you behind me."

Wow, that was what she saw?! Maybe my thoughts of our connection were not just one sided? I was dying to know more.

I heard the rustle of fabric as she crossed her legs, tucking them up under her on the seat. Her eyes opened slowly again and I could see how much this whole ordeal of the plane taking off just tore into her. I thought maybe she had lost someone close to her in a crash? I needed to bring her back to the picnic. What else could she see us doing. How did she feel about me?

These last few minutes describing our picnic felt like heaven to what I had been dealing with this last month and longer, the mission and then prison.

Now we were not crashing if that was what she was so scared of. We were leveling off now it seemed and I felt her slowly pull her hands out of mine.

"I'm sorry...I don't know what I was...we can't," she stuttered, leaving me to wonder how much of the last few minutes with me she regretted already. We can't what? I really wanted to know what was spinning in that cute little head of hers.

Our moment was over and it had only begun. I almost jumped when I heard the intercom again with the voice saying they switched off the fasten seat belt sign, shattering the mood I had created between us.

Captain Grumpy said we were free to walk around around now. Well not all of us obviously. The irony of that statement on this kind of flight was not lost on me.

I tugged stubbornly at my chains just wishing they could just disappear and I could take this traumatized woman in my arms. But that was not in the cards, not for me, not now.

Maybe someday we could finish the fantasy I laid out before her but not now. Reality came crashing back in the form of Donovan, hell of course it had to be him making rounds.

I jerked myself back from her just making sure I wasn't doing anything more to piss off my biggest fan. And he strode right up to us.

"Elena, I mean Dr. Gilbert," he drawled smoothly. "Why the hell were you sitting right beside this trash?" He casually stepped on my foot with his full weight and the pressure just dug the chains deeper into my ankle.

I bit back a scream, sure as hell not giving this bastard any satisfaction in hurting me. But Elena had seen it. The asshole even actually reached for Elena's belt to unbuckle it before she slapped his hand away too.

I met his gaze and my head went down fast to avoid him clocking me on the head again. I already had a big fucking headache from the first two hits and now my ankle felt like hell too. Interestingly though I didn't feel the pain in my head when I was looking at her, calming her before. She soothed me too, like nothing else in the world ever had.

"You are the one acting like trash Matt!" she snapped at him sitting up and pushed him back and off my foot. God damn it, that hurt! "Just get away from me!"

If I could have stood up and planted myself between them, glaring down at him...I was sure I was taller, I totally would have to get the creep out of her face. But I had to stay sitting like a good little prisoner, my head down.

I was beneath them. All of them.

Oh I could not wait for the day when I could brag to this little prick that I had been a government plant in his prison this whole time.

But for now I needed to shut up and play my part. That way maybe there was hope to get out of this and maybe even tell her the truth about me. I wanted her to know that I wasn't what she thought I was.

Somehow I needed to tell her.

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