A/N: Sorry for the long wait in between updates, but real life was calling! Thank you everyone who read, reviewed, faved and put this fic on their alert list. This is the final chapter of this fic. Not sure I achieved the Damon/Elena relationship I wanted, I created something angst-y instead. Thanks again!
Chapter Nine: One fixed another broken
Bonnie was looking at Damon, or rather Stefan with a suspicious eye as they drove through the town towards the boarding house. In her hand lay the charred remained of a photo, one that had once showed Elena's happy face. She wrapped her hand tight around it, feeling it crumple. She had known something hadn't been right with her spell.
How had Elena known to call, just at that very moment? It was if she had known Bonnie was interfering in her life. Or did the universe just love Damon Salvatore? When Bonnie had asked for him to become a 'good man' this hadn't been what she'd had in mind.
But magic was hard to tame, and the universe had decided to take her at her word. Damon had become a good man; he'd 'become' Stefan. Bonnie rolled her eyes. Would Mystic Falls never be free of him?
The scene that greeted Bonnie wouldn't have been unusual to her, if she hadn't known the truth. Elena was stood next to 'Stefan' in the living room, in front of the fireplace. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she looked tired and drawn. Her brother Jeremy, was also there, sitting on the sofa. He smiled at Bonnie.
"Hi," Jeremy greeted. "I figured this was all down to you."
"No, it was all because of Santa," Damon replied rolling his eyes. "Of course it's because of the witch."
Bonnie found it strange to here such words coming from Stefan's mouth. He was always so calm and collected. Again she realised the sooner this was put right, the better.
"I need a candle," Bonnie said, not bothering to make any small talk. She wanted this over, and she wanted to make sure Elena was OK. Following that, she wanted to go as far away from Damon Salvatore as possible.
"Whatever you need," Stefan said. Bonnie watched him look back at Elena as he went to fetch what she wanted.
She watched her friend hold her hands out over the candle, before reaching into her pocket for a scrap of what Elena thought was paper. She realised once it started burning between Bonnie's fingers that it was a photo of her. Bonnie didn't speak, just stared into the flame. But when she looked up, the air around them all seemed to move, and Stefan and Damon both raised their hands to their heads.
Damon sank to his knees before falling forwards onto the floor, whereas Stefan staggered to the sofa and slumped onto the cushions. They both closed their eyes as if they were sleeping.
He felt himself loosing control. He'd been unable to stay standing. He'd felt tired, and the feeling of slipping into unconsciousness had been overwhelming. Once again he had felt that strange floating sensation he had experienced before, and then he woke up within his right self.
He saw Stefan slowly pushing himself up from the floor and getting to his feet. Elena was cautiously moving toward him.
"Stefan," she was asking. "Are you … you?"
He looked bewildered as if he wasn't sure of the answer. Stefan looked at Damon as if waiting for him to affirm that he was OK, and back where he belonged.
"Well I'm fine, so don't worry about me," Damon said, flexing his hands and not being able to ignore the feeling of relief that swept over him.
Elena looked at him with an expression he couldn't read before she turned away. Bonnie had blown the candle flame out and the smoke was trailing up into the air. She was looking at him with the same cold eyes, no longer afraid of him. She knew her own power, and her eyes spoke clearly to him.
"Bonnie thank you," Elena said, "I don't know what would have happened…"
"Don't," Bonnie said shaking her head. "This was a spell gone wrong Elena, you don't need to thank me."
"What spell were you supposed to be casting?" he asked.
Bonnie refused to answer. She simply pulled her coat back on, grabbed her bag and insisted that Stefan take her back home. Damon watched Elena follow her trying to talk to her, but Bonnie was adamant that she was not going to stay.
Damon didn't know who Bonnie was more annoyed with, herself or him. But as she left, she seemed to take Elena's energy with her. Elena sat down on the sofa defeated and closed her eyes. For a moment Damon didn't know what to do.
He chose instead to sit opposite her and wait. Eventually she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"That wasn't what I was expecting," Elena said. "I thought it would be bit more dramatic."
"More dramatic than the fact your friend is trying to control our lives?" Damon replied.
The way Elena looked at him prevented him from saying anymore. She stood and walked towards the kitchen, he could see by the flick of her hair that he had succeeded in aggravating her. Only, he wasn't too sure how'd he'd managed it this time, the list of things he'd done recently was rather long, it could be anything.
Jeremy was looking at him also, with a questioning gaze. Damon leant back in his chair and ignored him. For a newborn vampire he was surprisingly unnerving, not appearing to be effected by the blood crave, like he remembered being. Jeremy smirked at him and then followed Elena.
"I am so angry Jer," Elena said as she leant against a kitchen counter. She knew that Damon would still be able to hear her, but she no longer cared. Just as she no longer had to look at him.
She was finding it too difficult to make the past 24 hours make sense to her. Every which way she looked at it, something made her uncomfortable and yet, she couldn't put her finger on what it was.
"Elena you need to sort this little three-way thing out, because it's weird," Jeremy said walking towards the back door.
"Just go yell at him or something," Jeremy answered before he left.
Elena felt herself tense. She was alone now with Damon. She couldn't run away from this, or bury her head in the sand. Jeremy was right, no matter how much she might have wanted to ignore it, and make excuses in her head, Elena knew, she needed to face him. Only, she was scared of what his answer might be. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the kitchen and found Damon waiting for her.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Elena asked, but it came from her mouth in an accusing tone. "Or did you think I wouldn't mind?"
"You wouldn't have believed me."
"You wouldn't have wanted me to. It's always just a game to you isn't it? I really thought that we had something Damon; I thought we were real friends. But that obviously meant nothing to you!"
Damon looked away from her. He had seen her angry plenty of times, but it was first time he had ever felt guilty about his part. There was no other choice but to be truthful with her. She would never accept anything but the truth. He was tired of playing games with her. Elena was right, they did have something. Whatever it was between them was something he couldn't seem to escape.
"Elena, you would never have sat next to me if you had known the truth," Damon said. "Last night you read your book in my arms. Tell me you would have done that if you had known the truth," Damon demanded. He dared her to argue with him. Dared her to show her true feelings for him.
"Of course not."
"Of course not," Damon repeated. He held his hands up as if in surrender. "It was just nice OK, not to have to fight with you. That's all."
"You liked being with me last night?" Elena asked.
"For a while. But we're better as we are Elena. I missed that disappointed look in your eye and your sarcastic comments. Besides, I like that sexy hip sway thing you do when you stomp away from me."
She could barely believe what she was hearing. Had she been expecting a real heartfelt answer from Damon? She must have been dreaming. She let out an exasperated scream and threw a glass as hard as she could manage in his direction. It sailed past him and smashed on the wooden floorboards.
"Go away Damon!" she yelled. Knowing as she did so that Damon's description of their relationship was spot on.
"This is my house Elena," he reminded her with his infuriating smirk still on his face.
Elena could think of only one thing to do, even though she knew it would only make him laugh at her. She strode past him, trying her best to keep her hips as straight as possible as she hurried away and up the stairs to the sanctuary of Stefan's room.
Except once she closed the door, she realised that her anger was gone. For once Damon had not lied to her. He'd told her the truth. He'd enjoyed her company, when they had been easy with each other, and had nothing to hide from one another. And if Elena was honest with herself, Bonnie's spell had given her glimpse of another life. A taste of something she would not have ever dreamed of. She'd spent a night with Damon, and had no need to feel any guilt because of it.
She wondered for a moment whether it was a reality she would want to be real? But Damon was right. What made them who they were was the spark that fuelled their arguments, or what lingered behind those looks. She wrapped her arms around herself and remembered last night.
She had felt so safe, for the first time in a long while. So … what did that mean?