New story! Most likely will only be 5-10 chapters. Just something I couldn't get out of my head. Let me know what you guys think and if I should continue!

Part 1: The Mistake

Elena awoke to a pounding in her head. She squinted her eyes and instantly groaned as light assaulted her already battered senses. Grabbing the sheet that pooled around her waist, she pulled it up over her face and sighed.

Her body ached as she struggled to reach her phone, desperate to check the time. She couldn't be late for Jenna's rehearsal dinner tonight and she still had to pick up her dress from Caroline's hotel room.

Deciding to bite the bullet, she pulled the sheet off and sat up, her eyes adjusting to the light that flooded her room. Her eyes swept the room, but stopped when they reached the other side of the bed.

Perfect, she thought, I got so drunk that I brought a guy back to my hotel room.

Sighing, she reached out to shake his shoulder when something on her hand glittered in the sunlight. A diamond ring rested on her ring finger. Her mind was on overload and all she could do was scream. And scream she did.

The man in bed jumped up in his nude glory and surveyed the room for a threat before turning back to Elena.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He yelled, "Couldn't you think of a better wake up call? Perhaps a goddamned alarm!"

She gaped at him, taking in his raven hair and piercing blue eyes. Not to mention, his muscular body and his not so subtle package.

He smirked as he saw where her gaze was directed and waggled his eyebrows at her, "Like what you see, huh, kitten? We can have a repeat performance if you want."

"Who the fuck are you?" She finally managed to sputter out as she tore her gaze away from his body, "And why the fuck are you in my bed?"

He appraised her comically, "How drunk were you last night? I mean, I get that you don't remember my name, but we did a lot of other stuff, too."

"Can you please put some clothes on?" She half said, half snarled, "Obviously I can't handle my liquor-"

"Obviously," he mumbled as he pulled on a pair of jeans that previously adorned the floor, "Let's start with the basics. I'm Damon, you're Elena. We met at the bar last night and one thing led to another." He did that eye thing before he smirked, "Do you need me to explain all the fun bits, too?"

"Then how the fuck did I get this?" She practically screamed, holding up her left hand for his inspection.

Damon gaped at it before looking down at his own left hand. Sure enough, there was a silver band around his ring finger. He looked back up at her as his eyes widened, "Well, shit. That's new."

"YOU THINK?" Elena jumped out of the bed, wrapping the sheet tight around her naked frame as she fumed, "What the fuck are we going to do?"

He shook his head, "For all we know, we just bought the rings. We need to find the marriage certificate to see if this actually happened or not."

"I-I just need to call Caroline," she muttered as she reached for her phone. Unlocking the screen, she shrieked at the picture that was now her wallpaper.

"What's wrong?" He asked, worried as he rushed over to her.

"We're really married," she said dryly as she showed him her phone, "And I don't even know my last name."

Sure enough, there they both were in a chapel with smiles plastered on both of their faces. Elena was wearing a white cocktail dress and a veil while Damon was in jeans and a suit jacket over a white shirt. Caroline was standing behind them with a man with forest green eyes as they all smiled at the camera.

"So, Stefan was there," he deduced as he grimaced, "And here I thought he would've stopped me from marrying someone when I was drunk."

"Stefan?" She questioned, pointing to the man in the photo.

"Yeah, my little bro," he sighed, "So much for bros before hoes."

Elena blanched, "Excuse me? Am I supposed to be the hoe in this situation?"

"Well, you did sleep with me on the first date," he smirked.

"And we were married!" She quipped back before she sank onto the bed, "Holy shit, we're married."

"So, what do you want to do today, wifey?" Damon asked as he sat down next to her with a plop.

She stared at him, "How the hell are you so calm about this? You and I are married. Like, husband and wife. Until death do us part."

"We'll get an annulment," he waved his hand as if it were nothing, "I'll draw something up and we'll go our separate ways. Piece of cake."

She nodded, seemingly relieved for the moment, "Let's go get breakfast. I'm starving and there's no use worrying about something that can be fixed."

"Elena! There you are!"

Elena and Damon turned towards the sound of Caroline's voice. They hadn't even been sitting at their table for five minutes before she managed to find them.

"You two totally took off last night," she bubbled as she took the empty seat next to Elena, "Stefan and I were so worried! I'm so glad you're okay."

Damon snorted, "Speaking of Saint Stefan, where is he?"

"I left him in bed," the blonde blushed, "You two weren't the only ones that had a fun night. Oh!" She looked at Elena, "And I added Damon and Stefan to the guest list for the rehearsal and the wedding. Jenna didn't mind."

"Great," Elena mumbled, still looking over her menu and trying to find something that wouldn't make her vomit with all the alcohol still left in her stomach.

"Are you all ready to order?" A waitress said as she came over and batted her eyes at Damon.

Elena couldn't help the feeling of possessiveness that came over her as she watched the shameless flirting that the woman was engaging in.

"Yes, I'll have bacon and eggs with orange juice and my wife will have the same," he answered smoothly, hardly giving the waitress a second glance.

"Y-yes sir," she stuttered as she wrote down the order and looked over at Caroline, "And for you, ma'am?"

"Two orders of the chicken fried steak and potatoes, please."

"Coming right up," the waitress said as she sauntered away.

Stefan seemed to appear out of nowhere as he took the seat next to Damon, "What'd I miss?"

"They're being all lovey dovey," Caroline answered as she looked between Damon and Elena, "He called her his wife."

Stefan laughed, "We'll that is what she is," he turned to Damon and punched him lightly in the shoulder, "How are you feeling now that you're a married man?"

"Peachy keen, jellybean," Damon answered, "But we're getting this annulled ASAP."

Stefan's eyes widened as he shook his head, "Damon, you can't. Don't you remember anything from last night? You called Dad and asked permission before you guys did it."

"Wait, so we're stuck in this?" Elena asked, her voice cracking with anxiety, "No divorce, annulment, anything?"

"Damon's a good guy, Elena," Caroline tried to reassure her, "I wouldn't have signed as a witness if I didn't think so!"

"You shouldn't have let me get married at twenty-one! Oh my God, Care! You know better!"

Damon's eyes met Elena's over the table and gave her a look of sympathy, "I'm sorry you got dragged into this. I'll speak with my father and see if I can work something out, okay?"

She nodded as tears filled her chocolate orbs. This couldn't be happening to her. Her aunt was supposed to be getting married, not her.

"I need to call Dad. Now," Damon said as soon as he and Stefan were alone. The girls had went for some last minute planning with Jenna and Damon had managed to hold it together until they were gone and he was safely tucked away in Stefan's hotel room. He sighed, running his hand through his messy black locks, "He's gotta let me out of this. It was just a drunken mistake. She doesn't even want to be married to me!"

Stefan sighed, "He made it perfectly clear that if you married Elena, you stayed married. I believe your exact words were 'I'll love this little kitten until my heart stops'. So, obviously, you liked her a lot."

Damon cursed and resisted the urge to break something. He took a deep breath before facing his brother again, "Why didn't you stop me? Why didn't you tell Dad it was a bad idea?"

"You told me that if I said anything to compromise your marriage that you'd never speak to me again," Stefan said, his lips in a tight line, "I'm pretty sure Elena said something similar to Caroline. You two were so sure of each other that no matter what we would've said, you would've ignored us any way."

Damon collapsed onto the couch in Stefan's hotel room and buried his face in his hands, "I'm twenty-eight and married. What the hell! I was supposed to be a bachelor for-"

"For what?" The younger man cut him off, "Forever? Damon, it's about time that your lifestyle settled down a little. And it's not like you got the short end of the stick; Elena is gorgeous. You got lucky in the wife department."

"But what if she wants kids? What if I'll be a bad husband? What if she doesn't want to live on the West Coast?" Damon rattled off questions faster than Stefan could keep up with, "There's so many things wrong with this and I-I don't want to take her life away from her because of a fucked up mistake in Vegas."

Stefan's gaze softened as he sat next to his brother, "You obviously care about her. Just try talking to her and see if you can sort everything out. I doubt she's after our money, if she was she'd be a lot more excited about being your wife."

"She doesn't even know my last name," Damon snorted before correcting himself, "Well, her last name."

"See? I bet she's one of the good ones," Stefan reassured him, "You've got a lot of good qualities, Damon." He smiled before nudging his brother's shoulder with his own, "Just put on the Salvatore charm and she'll be glad she married you."

"Earth to Elena!" Caroline called, snapping her fingers in front of the brunette's face, "Are you even listening?"

Elena shook her head, shaking away the thoughts of actually being married, "I'm sorry, what, Care?"

"Look, I know you're worried about everything that's going on with Damon, but don't be," Caroline sighed, "I told you, he's a good guy. I wish you remembered last night; you two had such a spark and it was practically love at first sight. I swear, we were all in a Disney movie or something. You and Damon, Stefan and me. Just, wow."

Elena smiled, picking her orange juice she had taken to-go and taking a sip, "You and Stefan? Really? Care, I'm so happy for you!"

"I know, it's sudden. I just broke up with Tyler, but Stefan just took me by surprise," the blonde said dreamily, "If Stefan asked me to marry him right now, there would be no hesitation. Ugh, I'm such a lovesick idiot."

"You deserve to be happy," Elena said, taking her friends hand and squeezing it softly, "And if Stefan makes you happy, I'm not going to begrudge you that."

"So, we need to talk about Damon," Caroline said, tapping her nails against the table, "You need a game plan. I know that your first instinct is to throw up defenses, but you let him in last night and he seemed to really get you. Think of this as like a…test run! Don't bring up divorce or anything, just go with the flow. Give it like a month and if you're still miserable, then you can do something about it."

Elena looked at her friend wearily, "A whole month? But-"

"No buts, Elena!" Caroline scoffed, "You need fun in your life and what's one measly month? You owe that to yourself to see if you can be happy with Damon."

"One month," Elena nodded, "I can do a month."

"Are you sure you should be drinking before noon?" Elena said with a smile as she came up behind Damon at the hotel bar.

She had been wandering about after her talk with Caroline and she wasn't sure how to break her little proposal to him just yet. Most of her brain thought living with a complete stranger for a month was a horrible idea, but another part, the part that thought Damon was ridiculously attractive, thought that maybe this crazy idea could work. They had decided to get married after all.

Damon turned and gave her a half smile in return, "It's never too early for a drink, Mrs. Salvatore."

"Ah!" She exclaimed as she took the empty seat beside him, "So that's my new last name." She giggled, waving down the bartender and asking for a water.

"No alcohol?" Damon asked slyly as he downed his own amber liquid before motioning for another.

She snorted, "Alcohol is what got us into this little mess. I think I'll stay sober for awhile if you don't mind." She looked up at him from under her dark lashes, noticing just how beautiful he really was. Dark stubble adorned his cheek as his raven hair was mussed carelessly. But his eyes are what made her heart nearly stop. They were such a unique shade of blue and they were just so mesmerizing.

"Yeah, about that," he ran his hand through his dark locks and ruffled it even further, "I think I'm going to have to wait to talk to my father until I go home. I know you want to resolve this as soon as possible, but-"

"Actually, I want to try something first," she said shyly as his blue eyes took her in. She fidgeted for a moment before taking a deep breath, "We obviously got married for a reason, right? Well, what if we try to do the whole 'married' thing for a month and if it doesn't work out, then we'll figure it out and go our separate ways."

He thought it over, his hand stroking his chin thoughtfully as the wheels in his mind turned. Finally, he smiled, "So, you want to pretend to be married for a month? Then, if it doesn't work out, we'll just walk away? No strings or anything like that?"

"No strings attached. Promise," she nodded.

He smiled, "All right. I like deals," he sipped his drink, "We should probably learn more about each other, right?"

"I suppose," she smiled, "You go first. Give yourself a mini biography."

Damon clinked his fingers against his glass before starting, "I was born in New York, but my family moved to San Francisco when I was ten. My father is a lawyer, as am I. I returned to New York for school and I graduated from Columbia at the top of my class with honors. I've never been married, no kids either. Stefan and my father are my only family, our mother passed away a few years after moving here."

"I'm so sorry," she blurted out, putting her hand on his arm and rubbing it reassuringly.

"It's fine. It was a long time ago," he said with a sad smile, "I love to cook. I currently live in SanFran. Oh, and I'm twenty-eight. I think that's about everything."

Elena nodded her head as she digested the information. He was a handsome lawyer from San Francisco; maybe drunk Elena had a hidden agenda. No, she would never marry for anything but love. Even being intoxicated, she wouldn't have broken that rule.

"Well, I was born in Virginia, in a small little town that my family has lived in for generations. I work for a local newspaper, writing articles that hardly anyone reads. I've been taking a few classes at the community college while I wait for my inheritance to kick in so I can actually afford to go to college like I want to. I've always wanted to go to The University of Southern California, but I've just been waiting and saving money for it-"

"Did your parents cut you off or something? Are you waiting for your trust fund to kick in?" Damon asked, his face showing his confusion.

She ran her hand through her hair nervously, "Actually, my parents died when I was sixteen. They were in a car accident and what they left my brother and me was used for survival. My aunt Jenna, the one getting married, has been managing everything and making sure that everything's in order for when I turn twenty-two. Then, I figured that I'd move away and get my education, it just helps to get all the basics out of the way first."

He nodded, talking her hand that was sitting on the bar, "I'm really sorry about your parents. They raised a really great daughter."

"Thank you, but it was a long time ago," she whispered, repeating his words from her own apology. She looked into his eyes and saw the concern and love that seemed to radiate from him in almost a comforting way. She looked away, clearing her throat, "So, I think that's about it for Elena Gilbert, er, Salvatore."

He smirked, "Elena Salvatore. I like the sound of that."

"Yeah, yeah," she laughed, taking another drink of her water, "So, why're you here? I mean, in Vegas."

"You really were drunk last night, weren't you?" He joked playfully, "I'm friends with Ric. We went to college together and we've kept in touch ever since. So, meeting you was kind of like fate in a way."

"Fate? You don't even know if you like me yet!"

He shrugged, "Well, we have a month to figure it out. Speaking of that, I have a request."

"And that would be?" She asked hesitantly, worried about what he could possibly request in their seemingly simple deal.

He paused for a second before he let out a breath, "Can the month start when we get back to my home in SanFran? I don't want to waste those days here. We can still do the whole married thing while we're here, I just don't want you to start counting down the days until your freedom before we leave here."

"Sounds reasonable," Elena smiled, "We'll wait. But, what makes you think I'm going home with you after all of this is over?"

"I'm a lawyer, therefore I have clients that I need to consult with and such. And you already made a point of telling me that 'hardly anyone' reads your articles anyway," he smirked, taking the last drink of his glass before pushing it forward on the counter, signaling he was finished, "So, you'll come home with me and it will be like a month long vacation. I'll make sure you enjoy yourself," he winked, his eyes doing that thing that nearly makes Elena melt.

"Cocky much?" She asked, biting her lower lip gently.

"Very much," he answered as he stood and offered her his hand, "I believe we have a rehearsal to get to."

The rehearsal dinner went off without a hitch. Jenna and Alaric were as happy as could be with how their wedding was turning out so far. Damon was the perfect gentleman to Elena all night, making sure that she was well taken care of and never left alone for too long.

As they both made their way up to her hotel room, she stopped outside of the door and stared at him shyly, "I-I'm not sure if you plan on staying here tonight, but-"

"I know you're still trying to get comfortable with me, Elena," Damon said softly as he brushed the hair from her face and allowed his hand to linger against her cheek, "I wouldn't want to jeopardize that by staying with you when you're not ready."

She laughed, turning away and sliding her key card into the door. She opened the door and turned back to look at him, "I was actually going to offer that you stay with me, but if you're so set on being noble, I'm sure we can wait-"

Elena was cut of with a squeal as Damon scooped her up bridal style and carried her into the room, kicking the door shut behind him.

"And I'm sure you know that I would never turn down the opportunity to sleep next to my beautiful wife," he smirked, softly setting her down on the bed.

They both got into more comfortable clothes before snuggling under the covers, facing each other. Elena couldn't stop staring; she wanted to memorize every part of him. His blue eyes returned her gaze as if he were drinking her in.

"When are we leaving here?" She asked lightly, wanting to break the tension that was seemingly coating the air.

He cleared his throat, "We'll leave tomorrow after the wedding. Ric and Jenna are leaving right after the reception for their honeymoon, so I figured that we didn't need to stick around."

"Okay," she nodded, rolling over and reaching for her cell phone on the bedside table, "I need to change my ticket and-"

"I already bought you a new ticket; you don't have to worry about that," he said softly.

"Oh," she said dumbly, "I can pay you back. How much do I owe you?"

He snorted, "You're my wife now, Elena. What's mine is yours, even if it's just for the month. You don't need to pay me back or anything like that."

She swallowed thickly, "Thank you."

Damon smiled and moved closer to her, placing a kiss to her forehead, "You're welcome. Now get some sleep, there's a big day tomorrow."

Smiling, she burrowed closer to him, resting her head on his strong chest as her eyelids began to flutter. She sighed in contentment as his arms wrapped around her, securing her small frame to him. Perhaps she could get used to this; she hadn't felt this safe in such a long time.

"Goodnight," she mumbled sleepily against his chest, her eyes closing and sleep overtaking her in seconds.

He stroked his fingers through her hair and smiled down at her before placing a kiss to the top of her head, "Goodnight, Mrs. Salvatore."

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