Damon looked at the picture of him and Elena dressed like they were in Carolous's century, Elena in a low-scoop dress with a cute hat, him in a tight suit with the knee-high socks…he didn't miss those clothes. Elena's on the other hand; it was fun to dress up with her, pretend they'd been together that long. The Doctor just needed a picture or two of them, because for some reason when he stepped in before his psychic paper, whatever the hell that was, wouldn't work. The oddest thing was the Doctor kept humming a song, when they were getting their done, when there was a quiet moment. Odder still was Elena was humming along with him, not realizing she was doing it. It wasn't concerning him by any stretch, because he had a ring in his pocket the whole time they were on their mission. But he did want to know what that was all about.

"What's going on with you and the Doctor?" He'd asked. Elena looked away, thinking about it

"I guess I knew him before. I don't know how, but I did." She replied concernedly. Then she stared at him, wondering what would go through his mind.

"Okay." Damon replied. Elena stared at him.

"Really? You're not jealous or something? I don't know if we had a relationship or not; if he can compel that might've happened." She said.

"Well if he was as good as I am, then you wouldn't be with me right now, would you?" He asked teasingly. "Besides, you're the love of my life; don't you think I'd trust you a little bit?" He added. She smiled and he returned it, cherishing their moment. The Doctor had been such a part of their lives when he needed them before; they had to savor the small moments because that was really all they got. The Doctor came back and they turned to him, he looked at the both of them expectantly.

Since the Doctor had needed their help, they'd gotten married. Finally. It only took him dying and regaining her love and all the other things, and a new mission for them to be on for them to get this far. Stefan had actually been okay with being the best man. Jeremy came back from art school to be Damon's second best man and held onto the rings. Obviously Caroline and Bonnie were Elena's bridesmaids, they almost looked as gorgeous as Elena did in that dress, although Klaus had argued with him about that. Oh that dress Elena wore to marry him. Damon pulled out the wedding picture of them together and noticed how different they looked from their first encounter to their wedding day. He remembered how happy he was and not believing he could be happier, ever. But by God he was, when they got to the honeymoon. He smiled at the memory.

Elena came in the room with a look on her face.

"Hello, my bride." Damon greeted her with a grin. She grinned as well.

"You're in a good mood."

"I always am, you said yes." He replied and she giggled, standing before him.

"Well, I have some news for you." She said.

"Report away, lovely wife," Damon said, then pulled at Elena's arm and she fell into his lap, giggling even more. She grinned and held onto him while he kissed her neck and face, and she captured his lips in her own, forgetting her announcement as they started to makeout. Up until someone cleared his throat. Damon looked up from Elena's jugular and saw a familiar face.

"You." He breathed. The man nodded. "You're the news?" Damon asked, looking from him to Elena. She nodded and held onto his shoulders with one arm.

"I have to tell you something." The Doctor said.

"Well, go ahead." Damon replied, Elena staring at the Doctor as well. He looked down and Damon could tell from the look on his face this was not going to be good news and his expression darkened. "And we were having such a good day." He murmured sardonically under his breath. Elena looked at him in surprise and then at the Doctor.

"I'd prefer talking in your study." He told Damon. Elena slid off his lap and he held onto her hand as they let the Doctor lead the way into their study' he never forgot the way.

The Doctor pulled out a newspaper from his leather jacket and laid it on the table, opening it to the article he was going to tell them about. Elena smoothed t out and they read the headline. 'Fifteen Souls Lost in Church Fire." Damon looked away and glared at the Doctor.

"I'd prefer you to tell me what's in the article instead of my having to read about it." Damon said sarcastically. The Doctor straightened himself up and looked Damon in the eye.

"It seems a particular couple had been caught in the fire too, trying to save everyone before burning themselves. There had been fifty people in there when the fire started, and only fifteen had either refused to go or wanted to be heroes themselves and wouldn't go until after the couple did." He explained. Damon slumped against the table and continued glaring at the Doctor, who just stared back at him with sad eyes. Elena looked from him to the Doctor and back again.

"What?" She asked.

"That couple is us, isn't it?" Damon asked the Doctor. Elena stared at the Doctor in fright.

"I didn't know for sure but I wanted to ask you to see what your opinion as." The Doctor replied.

"Well you know what my opinion is now." Damon replied sarcastically. Elena stared at Damon's pained expression.

"Damon, what are you talking about?" She asked.

"It's us." Was all he replied. He leaned on the table and Elena took his arm. She took a breath and put her head on his shoulder.

"Well, okay if that's us, then at least we die doing the right thing." She decided. Damon looked at her. She stared back at him. "At least this time we'll die together, right?" She asked. He nodded and kissed her forehead, taking her in his arms. The Doctor let them have this moment. He didn't know if it was one of their last, but it they could be in love the way they are no till the day they die, he would not regret it. Elena turned her head as she cuddled on Damon's chest and looked at the Doctor.

"How long do we have?" she asked. The Doctor's eyebrows rose

"About twenty years." He said. She picked her head up from Damon's chest and Damon let Elena go.

"You decide to come tell us we're going to die in twenty years so we can tiptoe around the subject on eggshells for the rest of the time?" Damon accused

"Believe me, I wasn't trying to make you look over your shoulder for the next quarter of a century, but I had to warn ya, if I didn't I would never forgive myself. I thought I was closer to that time that I was, but I had no control over the time." The Doctor replied.