Insanity in Love

by Erin Salvatore

Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries. I'm just borrowing.

Note: Well, guys, guess what? My muse has made me come up with yet another idea for an AU/AH Delena story. The plot is this: Elena Gilbert is a psychiatrist who gets hired at the Mystic Falls Psychiatric Hospital and is assigned to Damon Salvatore, who was put in the facility by his father after he nearly killed both his brother and himself. Things get complicated when they fall for each other.

Don't ask, just take it as it's written.

Chapter 1

Mystic Falls Psychiatric Hospital, Mystic Falls, Virginia

Elena Gilbert sighed as she walked through the double doors of the Mystic Falls Psychiatric Hospital. The director of the facility, Klaus Mikaelson, had contacted her office recently and told her that they had been looking for a new psychiatrist, having lost their current one two years earlier, although he didn't go into specifics as to what happened to her. Of course, Elena didn't dare ask, just told him that she would gladly take the job, since she hadn't had any new patients in over a year.

As she made her way to Klaus' office for her preliminary meeting, Elena couldn't help but think that something was strange about this. It wasn't that she didn't like new opportunities, which she did, but why she hadn't been considered previously was beyond her comprehension. She told herself not to think about it too much, since this was a new challenge for her, and it could possibly lead to something else down the road.

Think of what this will do for your reputation, she thought. If you work for a place like this, you're sure to get referrals for your practice. Provided that the referrals aren't actually people that served time here. Then again, this place does remind me of the juvenile detention hall that I spent time in as a teenager, only a little more intense.

It wasn't long until Elena reached Klaus' office, where she saw him with a blonde woman who was heavily pregnant. Did he have an appointment with someone else and didn't bother to tell her?

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't realize that you had another appointment."

She went to leave, but Klaus stopped her, saying, "No, Elena, stay. This is my wife, Caroline. She just came by to bring me my lunch. Apparently, I forgot to take it with me when I left the house this morning."

The blonde, named Caroline, turned around and smiled at Elena. "Hello. You must be the new psychiatrist that Klaus said he was hiring."

Elena returned her smile. "Guilty as charged. I'm Dr. Gilbert, but you can call me Elena. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Mikaelson."

Caroline smiled again. "Please, don't be so formal. Call me Caroline. In any case, it was lovely to have met you." She then turned to her husband. "I'll see you later, Klaus. Or will you be working late?"

"No, darling, I'll be home early," said Klaus. "I know that we have Lamaze class tonight and disappointing you is the last thing I'd ever do to you." He kissed her. "Thank you for bringing me my lunch."

Caroline smiled against his lips and returned his kiss. "Anything for you, baby." She kissed him again and before she walked out the door, she looked at Elena and said, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Elena. Don't be a stranger, okay?"

Elena nodded and waited for Caroline to leave before saying to Klaus, "Your wife is very charming, Klaus. You two make a great couple."

Klaus smiled at her. "Thank you, Elena." He cleared his throat. "Of course, the real reason you're here wasn't to meet my lovely bride. You're here to start your new job, right?"

Elena nodded. "That's right."

Klaus smiled again. "Excellent." He went over to the filing cabinet near his desk, pulled out a file, and handed it to her. "This is the inmate that you're being assigned to. Now, normally, I wouldn't assign him to someone who just started, but..."

Elena looked at the file and blinked as she looked at the name. "Damon Salvatore? This is the one you're assigning to me? I mean, don't get me wrong, Klaus, I appreciate challenges, but this guy may not like talking to someone like me."

"He doesn't like talking to anyone, actually, not even to me," said Klaus. "But, I think that if anyone can get him to open up, it'll be you, Elena. One look at you, and he'll be more than willing to talk."

"How long has he been here?"

"He was brought here when he was twenty-five, so he's been with us for about three years now."

Elena blinked again. Was he serious? This Damon Salvatore had been an inmate here for three years and he hadn't spoken to anyone in that interim? She had a hard time believing that. However, Elena wasn't the kind of woman that backed down from anything. Plus, it seemed that Klaus had confidence that she'd be able to get through to Damon.

"All right, Klaus, I'll take him on," she said. "I don't expect any miracles, but I'll do what I can."

"That's the spirit," said Klaus. "I like a woman who isn't afraid to be adventurous." He cleared his throat again. "Now, if you'll follow me, I'll take you to Damon's room. He should be there now, because the inmates just had their medication an hour ago."

Elena said nothing, just followed Klaus out of his office, right to another set of double doors that led to a corridor with rooms on either side. It was also painted a greyish white color, which was pretty dull compared to the floral patterns she had seen on the walls in the lobby. Then again, she supposed that whoever built this place meant for it to be that way. After all, this was a place to rehabilitate people who weren't mentally sound, and Elena doubted that floral patterns were appropriate.

After what seemed like forever, they reached their destination, number 864. Klaus then used a key card and when the green light flashed, he walked in, followed by Elena. When they walked in, they saw a young man sitting on the bed, a book in his hand. Elena wasn't sure he was reading, but it looked interesting from the way he had practially buried his nose in it. She also noticed that he was quite handsome, with short, shiny black hair that seemed to shimmer under the light fixture in the room, icy blue eyes that would make any woman melt upon looking at them, a body that was practically being hugged by the white uniform he was wearing, and lips that looked like they were ideal for kissing and nibbling.

No sooner did Klaus and Elena enter the room than he looked up from his reading, a smirk on his face. Of course, Elena couldn't tell if the smirk was for her benefit, or he always did that.

"Damon, I brought someone for you," said Klaus. "This is Dr. Gilbert, but you call her Elena." He looked at Elena again. "Elena, this is Damon Salvatore."

Damon tilted his head in curiosity at Elena. Shit, she was definitely more beautiful than the last psychiatrist had been, that was sure, with long, dark brown hair that he wanted run his fingers through, sensuous brown eyes that were too beautiful to be hidden by the glasses she was wearing, a body that he imagined himself caressing as he had hot, passionate, primal sex with her, and lips that just begged him to kiss them.

After a few minutes, Klaus cleared his throat and said, "I'll leave you two alone then." Before he walked out, he said to Elena, "When you're done, just press the button on the wall and a guard will come for you."

Elena nodded and watched as Klaus left the room, the door shutting behind him. Once he was gone, Elena looked at Damon again, grabbed a chair, and sat down. There was then a silence between them, and then, Damon scoffed and spoke.

"I don't know who's crazier, me or Klaus."

Elena raised an eyebrow at his statement. "And why is that, Damon?"

Damon smiled at her. "For one thing, you're too nice of a girl to be in a place like this, and around guys like me. There are guys here who, if given the chance, will rape you, murder you, or both."

Seeing the look on her face, he added, "Relax, you're in no danger with me. I wouldn't dream of doing that to you. Unlike those other pigs that I'm forced to be in here with, I believe that a woman should be loved, worshipped, and treated with respect. In fact, I hate men who make women feel inferior. If you ask me, men like that should be shot and then hung from the ceiling by their balls."

Elena smiled. At least Damon had a moral code. "That's good to know." She cleared her throat. "Now, I know that this is a rather touchy subject with you and I'll understand if you don't want to discuss it, but why were you put here? I mean, you don't like you belong in a psychiatric hospital."

Damon's smile faded. "Why? It's in my file."

"I'd rather hear it from you," said Elena. "Files tend to not be reliable sometimes."

Damon sighed. "Well, I'm not here by choice, just so you know. I'm here because of my father. He had me locked in here because...well, three years ago, I had a bad nervous breakdown." He paused for a second and then continued, "My brother tried to calm me down, but I wouldn't listen. I then locked us both in my room, my father's gun in my hand, threatening to kill him and then myself. It took Stefan several hours to talk me out of it."

"Did it work?"

"We're both alive, aren't we?"

"Damon, you don't have to be like that, I was only asking a question," said Elena. "What happened after he succeeded in talking you out of what you were about to do?"

"The cops came and arrested me," said Damon. "The case was taken to trial, and I was found not guilty by reason of mental disease or defect. However, my father wouldn't have it, because he thought I would do the same thing again, and had me placed in this hell hole, where I'm forced to take medication every day and guarded like some kind of criminal."

"What about your mother?" said Elena. "What does she think about this?"

"She doesn't think I deserve to be here," said Damon. "In fact, she's working on a way to get me out of here. In spite of what my father thinks, she refuses to lose faith." He smiled. "She comes to see me and lets me know that she loves me." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a golden angel charm and showed it to Elena. "And gave me this."

Elena looked at it and smiled. "It's beautiful."

"She calls me her 'angel boy,'" said Damon. "I keep it with me to remind myself that at least I have someone who believes in me."

"And when was the last time she visited?"

"About a week ago," said Damon. "God, I miss her so much. I also hope that Stefan doesn't hate me."

Elena's heart went out to Damon. He seemed like such a good man who really didn't deserve what was dealt to him. She could just imagine the pain his mother was going through right now, especially since she was fighting so hard to get her son released from this hell he was thrown into.

When their time was up, Elena got up from her chair and went to the intercom to alert the guard that she was finished. As she waited for him, she looked at Damon and smiled.

"I'll do what I can to help you, Damon," she said. "Like your mother, I believe you don't deserve to be here. It won't be easy, but I promise that I'll get you out."

Damon smiled back. "I appreciate it, Elena. I look forward to seeing you again."

"Oh, you will," said Elena. "Since you're the one I'm assigned to, you'll be seeing me every day."

No sooner did she say that than the guard came and opened the door. Elena gave Damon one last look and then walked out, the door closing behind her. Damon maintained his smile as he watched her go. Although he had only just met her, he was already starting to feel something between them. Elena was more than just a psychiatrist to him. No, she was special, and even though he knew it was risky, he would prove to her just how special she was to him.

Note: Yeah, here we go, the result of a very weird imagination. Don't worry, Delena faithful, I plan to have romance in here as the story progresses. For now, I wanted to have our leads meet and build up to the romance.

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