A Damon && Elena fic
Summary: A Flashforward/Vampire Diaries crossover, although it only really refers to the world created in Vampire Diaries. Elena is more confused when, after the world blacks out, why her vision of the future involves Damon. Some will fight their future, others will succumb, which leads to the million dollar question - do you fight what you know is coming, or do you try and reach for it? DELENA/FORWOOD. In the actual show the date of the flash-forwards are October 6th but I've made it a little later, just after Vicki's death and after Stefan and Elena reunite, but she never discovers the picture of Katherine, so the trip to Georgia never happens. It's AU in any case.
Chapter 1: A Flash of Fate
"I'm literally five seconds away," Elena said, smiling down at her phone, as if he could see it. "How can I tell? Well, I can see you, Stefan; it's kind of a giveaway." Her smile dropped. "What's Damon doing here?"
"I can hear the insult in your tone and am charmed by it," Damon called, giving her a wave. "It's lovely to see you too, Elena."
Elena approached the Grille with a mixture of wariness and suspicion. Wherever Damon went, pain and misery usually followed. Usually, she reserved judgement on people until she got to know them better but Damon's actions spoke louder than words. She didn't want to get to know him. He was trouble and both she and Stefan knew it, yet he refused to leave town.
She smiled warmly at Stefan and ran into his embrace. He kissed the side of her neck and she made a low contented noise, which Damon - being Damon - picked up on and made a nauseated sound in response.
"How are you?" Elena asked, looking up at him. "You look…"
"Thirsty?" Damon chipped in. "Broody? Boring? Irritating?" He smirked. "I could give you a ton of adjectives to describe Stefan. None of them are positive though…nor polite, if I think about it…"
She shot him a dirty look. "I was going for good, actually," she replied coldly. "Not that it's any of your business. What are you doing here anyway? Stefan and I are on a date. Dates usually involve just the two people."
"Oh, I thought I'd come by and ruin the moment," Damon said airily. "I'm kidding… I was here before Stefan showed up. Had I known I was interrupting a 'moment' I would've left you two to it." He patted Stefan on the shoulder. "Go get her, tiger."
Stefan rolled his eyes but refrained from commenting. He smiled at Elena and kissed her lips tenderly, to which she eagerly responded. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, only breaking it to stare up at his gorgeous eyes. Then, hand in hand, they walked inside the Grille to get some lunch. They spotted Damon by the bar and immediately changed direction to head towards seats which were as far away from him as possible.
"I don't like him being here, Stefan," Elena grumbled, slinging her bag down on the seat before sliding in next to it.
"I know," Stefan soothed. "Just ignore him. He'll get bored and go home soon enough."
"We both know when he's bored he doesn't go home," Elena pointed out, but she sighed and let it go…for now. "After this whole Vicki mess, I'm surprised he has the balls to look me in the eye."
"Some good came out of it, though," Stefan pointed out. "Jeremy's doing school work; he's no longer suffering. Surely that's a good thing?"
"It is but admitting it will mean admitting Damon actually did a good thing," Elena grumbled. "I'm not so sure he deserves to have a good deed chalked up next to his name just yet."
He chuckled and lay his hands on top of hers, smiling at her.
"Let's forget about it," he suggested. "We'll hang out for a bit, maybe grab some lunch later and then go for a walk."
"I like that," she said, grinning. "You're on."
Bonnie and Caroline entered the Grille not long after Elena and Stefan. Talking loudly about dresses for the upcoming decades dance, Caroline plonked herself down in a seat and started fiercely quizzing Bonnie about her outfit, to which Bonnie had no proper answer.
"I've got this cute dress," she offered lamely. "What decade is this dance again?"
"Honestly, am I the only one who actually pays attention to stuff like this anymore?" Caroline asked crossly. "It's the fifties, Bonnie, and you are not going to wear a dress which only rates as 'cute' on the sexy scale. I think a serious shopping trip is in order."
"Not another one," Bonnie moaned. "Caroline, you've run me ragged these past few weeks just searching for your outfit. I'm not a shopping girl and you know it. I'm sure if I root around I can find something."
"Do you want a boyfriend?" Caroline challenged. "Dances are like mating grounds for humans."
Bonnie giggled. "Mating grounds? Someone's been watching the Discovery Channel too many times."
"Hey, in fairness there's a cute presenter on one of the programmes," Caroline said, unabashed. "Now, stop changing the subject and let me help you accessorise your so-called cute outfit." She flashed her a smirk. "I happen to be somewhat of an expert when it comes to fashion."
Bonnie shook her head, wondering if the word no existed in Caroline's vocabulary at all. Her smile faded as she saw Damon walk towards them, his trademark smirk all over his face.
"Ladies…" He gave Caroline a quick, curt nod, before flashing a smile at Bonnie. "And how are we this morning?"
"Ugh, I'm out of here," Bonnie announced, throwing Damon a disgusted look. "Want to take a walk or something?"
"Sure," Caroline said, leaping fluently to her feet. "I didn't like the view here anyway," she added, throwing a smirk at Damon which temporarily threw him off guard.
"Can't dodge me forever," he called in their direction, feeling a bit redundant.
Stretching, Damon wandered around the general area for a bit, picking up on conversations for his general amusement. He saw Stefan and Elena and debated whether or not to go over and annoy them both. They were just so full of love it made him sick. He wasn't jealous; how could he be, when the love of his life was literally only minutes away (albeit she was in a tomb, probably desiccating by now)? But still, he didn't need their perfect, fairytale romance shoved down his throat every five seconds. They were in love - he got that loud and clear.
Elena caught his eye. Out of habit, his mouth twitched into a smirk. Frowning, she turned away, before performing this weird, very fake laugh, as if something Stefan had said had made her laugh. He knew why she was doing it; her attempts at making him jealous were as obvious as they were pathetic. The big giveaway was the fact you could never incorporate laughter and Stefan in the same sentence. It just didn't work.
He looked at his watch. It was a few minutes until ten. He was bored. He needed a new challenge to brighten up his day. Ideally, he would've been doing something to piss off Stefan but Elena's presence oddly did something to him he couldn't explain. When he was around her, he found he wanted to be a better person, so he tried to be around her as little as possible. Being bad kicked ass so much more than being good anyway.
Finally bored of the Grille, he made to leave the area, deciding at least at home he could skulk around and be his naughty self without having to deal with questioning stares or, even worse, questions. He didn't get very far, however, when a strange sensation came over him. An overpowering sense came over him and he fell to his knees before his entire body collapsed on the ground.
His last conscious thought was one of utter confusion and bewilderment. This kind of stuff didn't happen to him, the eternal stud! He prided himself on being the strong, invincible sibling and now he'd just dropped like that. What was happening?
He had the strangest sense what was happening was beyond unusual - like his type of unusual, only stranger. And his lingering thought as he went down - which confused him to no end - was whether or not anyone would miss him if this lapse in consciousness was really his mediocre way of succumbing to death…
"So, will you go to this dance with me?" Elena asked, smiling at him.
"Me? Dancing? Not such a good idea," Stefan joked. "I tend to stiffen up when I'm on the dance floor. I never was good at it."
"You danced just fine at the Lockwood's," Elena pointed out. "You just don't like dancing."
"True," he agreed genially. "But if you want to go, I'll take you."
"Really? I'm not asking for too much am I?" She frowned. "I sound like a needy girlfriend. Am I a needy girlfriend?"
He kissed her hands, one at a time.
"Absolutely not," he murmured. "I love you, Elena. I want to make you happy."
"I love you too," she whispered back. "I'll be right back," she added, suddenly squirming in her seat, looking apologetic. "Nature calls."
He released her. "Hurry back."
"I will," she promised, giving him a proper smacker of a kiss on his lips.
She scurried towards the bathroom, a big smile plastered on her face. There was no Damon in sight - excellent. She looked around at everyone's smiling faces, wondering if there was something in the air which made today seem wonderful. That thought changed when she heard something smash behind her. Alarmed, she turned and saw people falling out of their seats.
Her own legs started to cave. She couldn't walk any further and this overwhelming sensation travelled over her, passing into her bloodstream as her eyes rolled back and she fell to the ground, her head hitting the wooden floor none too gently.
That was when the weird part happened. One minute, she was in the Grille, staring up at the ceiling, and the next she was somewhere else. Her home to be precise, specifically in the lounge.
"Can I get you anything else?" a familiar voice called from the kitchen.
"Only you," she teased, sitting on the couch, staring lovingly ahead, her eyes filled with longing and devotion.
Oh. This must be something to do with Stefan, except the voice she'd just heard didn't match his.
Damon emerged from behind the corner, carrying a glass of water presumably for her. She smiled at him - Wait. What? - and blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and then, unexpectedly, pretended to eat it. Pouting, she waited until he'd sat next to her, before pouncing on him, her hands working their way around his neck.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, amused.
"Trying to seduce you," she admitted. "Is it working?"
"It's borderline sexual assault," he informed her, smirking. "Not that I mind being used and abused…."
But instead of going off on one at him, she threw her arms around him and kissed him fiercely, the only other sound being the crackling of the fire as they cuddled up, clearly very much in love.
Her eyes snapped open. She lay sprawled on the floor, barely hearing the screams and faint sounds of crying in the background. What the hell had just happened? She turned her head slowly, noticing someone - who'd queued behind her when fetching a drink - lay beside her, their neck twisted at an odd angle, blood pooling around their head.
That was when her whole body jerked upwards, a hysterical gasp bursting from her like she'd just been exorcised. Her eyes searched for Stefan; instead, what she got was a worried looking Damon peering over at her.
"You okay?" he asked anxiously.
"I'm fine," she replied groggily, sounding anything but.
He helped her to her feet, her eyes continuing to search the room. She had a million questions bursting from her tongue, and her head felt like it had just surfaced out of a very deep, impenetrable sleep. She looked at Damon, for once no traces of hostility on her face, and tried to figure out what had just happened. What she'd experienced had to have been a dream… except it had felt more vivid, more real than a dream.
"Elena!" Stefan called, hurrying over to her. "You okay?"
He saw the gash on her forehead and instinctively fought against the age old instinct buried deep inside him to attack. The blood had its own tantalising scent and there was so much of it around him. He closed his eyes and felt like he didn't know which way to turn.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Elena replied, distressed. "What - What happened? Everyone just seemed to collapse at the same time."
Damon suddenly resurfaced, although she hadn't spotted him leave, his smirk, for once, nowhere to be seen. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together and his lips were pressed into a hard line.
"Whatever's happened, it's happened to the rest of the town too by the looks of things," he said grimly.
Elena and Stefan exchanged a look before bursting through the door and staring at the town with a quiet kind of horror. There were loud screams still piercing the sky, as well as huge flames which were engulfing buildings. The reason for the flames lay in the various overturned cars which had been on the road at the time. Bodies were scattered here and there. It looked like a scene plucked straight from an apocalyptic novel.
"Oh my…" Elena couldn't finish her own sentence.
She clapped a frightened hand over her mouth and turned towards Stefan, hoping he could pluck some explanation out of the air to reassure her, but his face remained blank with shock. She reluctantly turned to Damon, hoping he could enlighten her, but his face resembled the face of someone trying to work out a difficult equation. They were all struggling to come to terms with what had happened.
Two sets of arms threw themselves around her, forcing her to stagger back with alarm. She saw a set of blonde hair and a set of brown and returned the hug, just so thankful that her two best friends seemed to be alive and unhurt.
"You girls okay?" Stefan asked, looking immediately concerned.
Bonnie nodded, stepping back.
"I'm not," Caroline complained, pointing to a large scratch on the side of her face. "That's going to take weeks to heal! What the hell happened anyway? One minute we're crossing the road and the next we're lying in the middle of it!"
Elena gasped. "How did you guys survive without getting hit by a car or something?"
"One narrowly missed us," Bonnie explained. "But we managed to get to our feet in time to miss the oncoming bus. You're bleeding…" She retrieved a tissue from her bag. "Here."
Elena took it gratefully, dabbing at her wound whilst continuing to survey the damage. She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes as she saw the flames tear down a building before her eyes. She reached for Stefan's hand and leaned her head against his shoulder, struggling to fathom what had happened.
"What do we do?" Caroline asked, her voice bubbling over with panic. "This is just… This is just unreal!"
"We need to find out if the people we care about are okay," Bonnie said, taking charge. "I'll see if my Grams and dad are alright."
"Yeah, better see if my mom's okay. She's on duty." Caroline walked off, retrieving her phone as she did so.
"You okay, brother?" Damon asked Stefan, looking uncharacteristically concerned.
Stefan stared at the town, his eyes widening and narrowing in equal measures as he tried to absorb what had just happened. Elena was on the phone, trying to get hold of Jeremy and Jenna without much luck.
"They're not answering," she said shakily. "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. What if they're…?"
Stefan immediately took her inside his arms.
"Relax," he murmured to her. "I'm sure they're fine. Look, I'll take you home, okay?"
She nodded her head, her entire body shaking like mad. She stared at Damon, who really did seem to be in shock. In a weird sort of way, it was almost touching to see him like this, see that raw kind of emotion on his face. He turned and caught her staring, immediately changing his expression to one of supreme indifference.
"Damon, I'm taking Elena home," Stefan said, also staring at his brother. "Do me a favour and try and help. Don't do what you always do and drink yourself out of feeling guilty."
"As if I ever do that!" Damon responded indignantly.
And without another word, he disappeared like a shot.
"How does something like this happen?" Elena asked, staring ahead, the screams never ending.
"I don't know." Stefan's face was twisted with shock. "But we've gotta get out of here."
"The blood for one," Stefan told her, with a grimace for a smile. "And two, didn't you want to find out about Jenna and Jeremy?"
"Right…" Elena snapped herself out of her trance. "Let's go."
They broke into a run as they made their way out of the Grille. Elena nearly ran into a broken looking Mrs Sharpe, an old friend of her parent's, who stared blankly at Elena who ran past.
"My son…" she croaked. "My son…"
Unable to do anything, Elena muttered some comforting words, before sidestepping the broken woman, and continuing with her relentless pursuit to find answers. Stefan was beside her, mentioning something about he could run ahead and see for himself how they were doing but she shook her head, merely saying she had to find them first, had to see for herself what the situation was.
She stormed into the house and saw Jenna lying unconscious on the floor of the kitchen, the fall obviously being the reason behind her prolonged state of unconsciousness.
"I'll get her to the couch, you go and find Jeremy," Stefan commanded.
Elena nodded, and then charged up the stairs, bursting through Jeremy's door to find him on his computer - of all things - with his headphones on. A mixture of irritation and relief filled her head. Steadying herself, she inhaled a few times, for stress relief mostly, before storming across the room and yanking the headphones off of Jeremy.
"Hey!" he protested. "What the hell?"
"Check the news," she snapped, dragging him down the stairs.
She flicked on the television set, which immediately showed some horrific images of the devastation that had happened, not just in Mystic Falls it seemed, around the world.
"Oh my…" Elena sunk into a chair.
"Fuck." Jeremy couldn't think of anything cleaner to say. "Is that - ? I thought I'd just passed out; I didn't know the world had as well." He sat on the armrest of the chair Elena was sitting on. "What, everyone blacked out at the same time? How the hell is that even possible?"
"You tell me. I have no theories," Elena said shortly, irritably.
"Vicki…." Jeremy looked alarmed. "She's out of town. I've gotta call her. She might be hurt."
"Wait…" Elena grabbed his arm. "Matt's probably on that right now. Look, Jenna's still out for the count, we need to stay indoors until we get more information. This could happen again!"
Jeremy looked at her, his head spinning wildly, but figuring she made some sense, he sat back down, burying his head in his hands as he tried to figure all of this out.
"Shit… Matt!" Elena suddenly flew up off the seat, retrieving her phone from her pocket.
The phone rang a few times before his frightened voice answered.
"Matt….It's Elena," she answered, each syllable coming out tense and wobbly. "Are you okay?"
"I'm alive, if that's what you mean. Elena, what the hell's going on? One minute I'm on my way to the Grille, the next I'm lying on the pavement, staring at what I can only describe as Mystic Falls' own Armageddon."
Her chest tightened. "Have you seen the news yet?"
"It's not just Mystic Falls, Matt. This thing's happened everywhere. Everyone blacked out, apparently."
On the other end of the line, Matt let out a stream of profanities. She could picture his face, which would've been pale, conveying a mixture of shock, panic and confusion.
"Is that even possible?"
"I don't know," she replied, looking at Stefan for support. "I guess all we can do now is sit indoors and keep the news on, see if they provide an explanation as to what's happened."
"Right… Okay. I'm almost home now. I'll put it on."
And just like that, he'd rung off.
"Where's Damon?" Elena asked, unable to process anything at the moment.
"Helping… I hope," Stefan replied, immediately by her side, pulling her into his arms. "It'll be okay, Elena. We'll be fine."
"I know that." She gazed up at him, her eyes spilling over with frightened tears. "But the rest of the world won't."
"It's a devastating image. In a rare moment of horrific unity, the entire world - every village, every town, every city - blacked out for two minutes and seventeen seconds. When that same world woke up, it woke up to utter devastation. Millions dead. Cities wreathed in flames. Hundreds of thousands missing in the wake of it all…."
"This is awful," Carole Lockwood sobbed, staring at the television screen in front of her eyes. "I can't get a hold of Richard and Tyler's not answering his phone."
"They'll be fine, Carole," Damon reassured her, handing her a drink. "With all that's happened, it'll take a while for this town to find its feet again. I'm sure you're not the only looking for loved ones."
"True," Carole said, sniffing, taking the drink off of him. "In Richard's absence, I've made several calls to neighbouring towns and villages who weren't as badly affected, so some help should be coming. For now, I've got every able bodied man out digging through the wreckage."
"I've done what I can for now," Damon told her. "I hope to join the other rescue parties soon."
Carole nodded, looking gratefully at him. She sipped at her drink, her hands shaking slightly.
"You know…." Damon hesitated, looking down at his hands. "I've heard reporters calling the things we saw during the blackout flash-forwards. Do you think that's what they are?"
"It seems crazy," Carole said, avoiding his eyes. "But everything up until now seems crazy so…." She trailed off, her eyes looking distant and hazy.
"How can people be so sure these are flash-forwards?" Damon burst out, feeling frustrated. "What gives them any authority - ?"
"The answer's coming up," Carole said, nodding towards the television screen.
The reporter - Andie Star, or whatever her name was - had a caption underneath her saying Flash-forwards: the gift the world never saw coming. He frowned at the pun, yet leaned forward, eager to hear.
"As if the world hasn't suffered enough, we've learned from a top source from the L.A. Federal Bureaucracy that the visions everyone experienced during the blackout - referred to by some as hallucinations, others as a vision from God - are in fact visions into the future. Six months from now, to be precise. Everyone, all over the world, got a glimpse of their future on the day earmarked as May 20th. Some people I've talked to have experienced positive visions, whilst others are still reeling from the repercussions of what their visions will bring if they were to come true. The world is now asking; what do these visions mean? Will they come true? What could possibly cause the entire world to drop down at the same time, gaining a glimpse of their future into the process?"
Damon had never paid so much attention to the news in his entire life. He glanced at Carole, whose eyes were closed. Maybe she was thinking about the news story; maybe she was just worried about her husband and her son; maybe she was thinking about how millions of lives had ended in the blink of an eye. Whatever she was thinking about, it had her quieter than he'd ever seen her before. Not that he really knew her enough to gage that kind of behaviour, but still….
And he couldn't quite wrap around his head around the vision he'd seen. It was something that made no sense. It wasn't just what he'd seen, but the feelings he'd felt within those two minutes and seventeen seconds of sheer insanity. He'd felt such intense feelings of attraction - that, he could understand - and love - that, not so much - and it had his head in a spin.
He had to wonder whether these visions corroborated at all. If one person saw one thing, did the person they'd seen in it see the same thing? If so, did that mean Elena had seen the same thing?
"You know, I saw myself at my husband's funeral," Carole said, in a voice that suggested she wasn't really talking to him. "Well, it wasn't really a funeral per se. I was talking to his grave and laying down flowers." Fresh tears filled her eyes. "That can't be my future. I can't have a future without him. He's my husband."
"We don't know if these visions mean anything," Damon said, talking partly to himself. "And even if they were these…glimpses of the future, all you have to do is make sure it doesn't come true. Simple."
"What did you see?" she asked, looking curiously up at him, at his tense and somehow desperate looking face.
He let out a sigh. "Let's just say you're worried about your future coming true, whereas me? I'm worried mine won't."
And admitting that, being someone as snarky, selfish as he was, someone who was completely in love with someone else, gave him both this increased sense of certainty, and a strange concoction of guilt, anger and disbelief.
Do you chase towards a future which, although improbable, could be the key to your happiness, forsaking any other dream you may have held in your heart before (forsaking Katherine, for God's sake!), or do you fight against it, not just for yourself but for the one person you'd sworn to torment until the feud killed one of them?
A/n: This is just a start. Just to clear a few things up, I don't know the timeline of Vampire Diaries. I've never found one online so, for the sake of argument, assume the date is six months before May 20th, which is round about November/December. We'll say November. You don't really need to have seen the show Flashforward to get this because I won't really be mentioning any of the characters on the show, except for later on, and even then they'll be mentioned in one tiny scene. The next chapter really delves into the sheer devastation of what has happened and we'll find out what other people saw.