Chapter 1

Elena Gilbert got out of her car, and stared at the huge building. She was so nervous, but excited at the same time.

"Uh oh, I think trouble just came to Mystic Falls."

Elena spun around at the familiar voice.

Her whole face lit up and she grinned. "Stefan Salvatore!"

Stefan was grinning too. "Get over here ya little twerp!" He said affectionately.

Elena just laughed and ran into his arms, she squealed as he lifted her up and spun her around. "Stefan!" She squealed happily.

Stefan put her down after a few seconds, and looked at her. "Wow, I haven't seen you in like,"

"A year," Elena supplied. "I know, it's been forever. How are you, Stefan?"

"I'm doing great," Stefan responded, his whole face showing just how happy he was. "Collage is great. I'm majoring in law."

"Oh, yeah?" Elena smiled. "You still gonna be a lawyer?"

"Absolutely." Stefan grinned. "So, how about you? How are you doing, Elena?"

"I'm good," Elena replied, trying her best to mean it.

Wait. She did mean it. Why wouldn't I be doing good? Elena asked herself confused. It's like when Stefan showed up something inside of her clicked. It was made known to her that maybe she wasn't doing as well as she'd told herself she was.

Stefan took a second to look at her, the shock and happiness of seeing each other had worn off, and he could now read her like he always used to.

"No, I don't think you are." Stefan noticed. "You look...different."

Elena laughed. "Well, it has been awhile since you've seen me Stefan. Of course, I look different. I'm a little older,"

"No," Stefan shook his head. "it's more than that. You look like you've been through some kind of epic battle." She really did too. He noticed that she looked like something had happened to just take the carefree-ness right out of her.

Elena sighed. He always could read her like a book. She should've known better than to expect to enroll in collage where he's at, and not have him see this. "I uh..." Elena chuckled nervously to hide the anxiety she was feeling at spilling this to him. "I got pregnant!"

Stefan's eyes widened. "What?! You got pregnant?!" He looked her over, she didn't appear to be carrying any extra weight. "Who is it?" His eyes suddenly changed from shocked to angry. "Who is the bastard?"

"Stefan," Elena sighed. He had always been protective of her. "I haven't told you the rest."

"Who got you pregnant?!" Stefan demanded. "Because I will hunt him down and kick his ass for screwing up your whole future like this."

Elena sighed, as she once again tried to tell him. "My future's not screwed up." She whispered.

"Maybe not yet!" Stefan snapped. "Have you thought about how hard this is going to be for you? The morning sickness, the extra weight, swelling of your legs...and oh, yeah! How the hell are you gonna take your classes in between this ball of fun?!"

Elena felt tears enter her eyes. This was exactly why she'd never told him to begin with. She lost her patience, and just blurted it out. "I'm not pregnant!"

"What?!" Stefan furrowed his brow. "Elena, you just told me you were. Look, I know I'm coming down kind of hard on you here and it's just cause I love you. You are an amazing girl and I'm pissed at whoever did this to you!"

"I'm not anymore, Stefan!" Elena yelled, a couple tears rolling down her face.

Stefan stared at her, still not fully comprehending what she was trying to tell him. "Okay? Did this happen last year or something?" He saw the tears in her eyes, and felt his heart break. "Oh, you gave it up, didn't you? I'm sorry, I didn't meant to upset yo-"

"I didn't give her up, Stefan." Elena whispered through her tears. "That's so not what happened."

"Oh," Stefan said quietly. "You had an abortion?"

"No!" Elena snapped. She ran a hand through her hair in frustration. "Jesus, Stefan I would never do that in a million years!"

Stefan took a step back not wanting to hurt or anger her further. "Ok, I'm sorry." He said sincerely. "I'm really very sorry. I…what happened then?" The minute he asked he wished he could take it back.

What do you think happened, Salvatore? He asked himself angrily. There was only one more option and it made him feel horrible for his best friend.

Elena just glared at him harshly. "I lost her, Stefan. Ok?"

The color drained from Stefan's face as he finally got what she'd been trying to tell him. "Oh." He said quietly. "You mean..."

Elena nodded. "Yeah," She whispered. "I had a miscarriage."

"Jesus, Elena." Stefan whispered. He felt like a complete ass for the way he'd acted. "I'm so sorry."

Elena shrugged, blinking back tears, trying to make light of it like she always did. "I wasn't gonna keep her anyway, so..."

"That doesn't matter," Stefan responded firmly with a shake of his head. "you carried her inside of you. It had to of hurt like hell when you lost her."

Elena didn't know if it was those words, or Stefan's kind face staring at her in deep concern that caused her to burst into tears, but no matter what it was, she did. "Stefan," She cried.

Stefan immediately took her into his arms, not even questioning it. It's what he always did whenever she got upset. She was his absolute best friend on the face of this earth, he loved her more than he's ever loved anybody. "C'mere, baby."

Elena clung to him, as she completely fell apart in his arms. "Stefan, I miss her so much."

Stefan gently stroked her hair, as he continued to hold her in a tight and protective embrace. "Of course, you do." He gently placed a kiss against her hair. "Oh, Elena." He murmured quietly. "Why didn't you call me? I told you when I went away, that I was always a phone call away. I would've come back in a minute if I knew something like this was going on with you."

"I know," Elena croaked against him. "I knew that if I called and told you I was pregnant, you'd go ballistic."

Stefan closed his eyes tightly, before reopening them. "And I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

Elena shook her head against him. "And I knew that if I called you to tell you that my baby was dead, you'd be even more pissed that I didn't tell you. I couldn't deal with that."

"I'm sorry, Elena." Stefan quietly whispered against her ear. "I'm sorry you felt you couldn't come to me when you needed to."

Elena pulled back, her face tear-stained and she cracked a small smile. Stefan could tell it was forced though. "I'm sorry for getting your shirt all wet."

"I don't care about a stupid shirt when my best friend in the whole world is hurting." Stefan responded firmly. "And you really don't have to do that with me, you know."

"Do what?" Elena asked.

"Pretend like you're fine, when you're not." At Elena's surprised look, Stefan continued on. "You can't honestly think you could come here, see me and not expect me to realize that you're hurting. I've known you forever. You may be able to fool your parents...but you could never fool me." Stefan pointed a teasing finger at her. "I know you better than you know yourself, Gilbert."

Elena laughed. "Is that so?"

Stefan nodded. "Uh-huh. So, not that I'm not beyond thrilled that you're going to the same collage as me, but why are you here?" Stefan's brow furrowed in confusion. "I thought you got into Harvard? From your letters, you went on about how your scores were off the charts. You were so excited about it too."

Elena's face fell as he reminded her about plans she'd had for her life before it all got so crazy. "Oh, yeah...change of plans."

"Okay? Well, what ch-?" Before Stefan could grill her further, they were interrupted by a voice.

"Hey, Elena!" A young guy yelled. He did not sound happy Stefan noted. "Get over here now! You're missing registration!"

Stefan gave Elena a concerned yet, bewildered look. "Friend of yours?"

"Boyfriend," Elena admitted, wincing at her boyfriend's loud angry voice. "We enrolled here together."

Stefan nodded his head, more than a little hurt that she'd never told him she had someone special in her life. He just chalked the hurt up to slight jealousy that maybe she'd replace him as her best friend or something. "Uh-huh. He uh...he seems pretty pissed."

"Oh, that's nothing." Elena shrugged, shaking it off. "He's just having nerves. He's kinda obsessive compulsive."

Stefan merely nodded again, not really believing that. "Right."

"His name is Klaus Mikaelson." Elena continued, as she threw what Stefan could tell was a forced fake smile of happiness to Klaus. "Be right there, baby!"

Stefan's eyes widened, and looked more concerned than before. "Um...not trying to tell you what to do, but fyi, he doesn't have a very good rep."

"Who does anymore?" Elena retorted. "I had and lost a baby at seventeen."

Stefan sighed. "Elena, he's kind of known for disrespecting girls. He's not the kind of guy you should be with. He's not the kind of guy that you want. Hell, he's not the kind of guy that I want for you."

Elena's eyes hardened and she glared at Stefan. "Who died and made you my keeper?" She shot harshly.

Stefan looked at her hurt. "Elena, I wasn't implying that I…"

"Klaus loves me." Elena interrupted him firmly.

In fact, she'd said so firmly that Stefan wasn't sure if she was trying to convince him or herself.

"Elena!" Klaus yelled. "Seriously, what the fuck?! Get over here!"

"I should go," Elena said quietly.

"You know what? Maybe I should talk to him." Stefan replied, already disliking the guy. He would've disliked anybody who talked to Elena like that. Elena was Klaus's girlfriend, not his slave. "He has no right to talk to you that way."

Elena quickly grabbed his arm. "Stefan, please." Her eyes bore into his, pleading. "Don't make a scene, alright? I told you it's nothing. Let it go."

Stefan nodded reluctantly. "Okay, for you." He told her. "But if I ever see that guy mistreat you in any sort of way, I swear I will..."

"Kick his ass, right?" Elena supplied amused and touched at his protectiveness of her.

Stefan nodded with a small smile and a hint of anger. "You know it."

Elena just merely smiled again, before turning away.

"Hey, Elena?" Stefan called after her.

Elena turned around, the smile still on her face. "Yeah, Stefan?"

"Don't be a stranger, alright? Now that you're here, and I'm here...I want you to know that you can come to me if you ever need me." Stefan told her. "I love you, Elena. I'm always here."

Elena smiled even bigger. "Thanks, Stefan. I love you too."

"ELENA!" Klaus screamed. "FUCKING THIS YEAR!"

The impact of it, caused Elena to slightly flinch. It also sparked a hint of anger in her, as she snapped back. "I'm coming! God, Klaus chill!"

For a brief moment Stefan caught the look in Klaus's eyes and it sent immediate warning bells into his system. This guy was trouble and was no good for his best friend. "Elena, are you sure you don't-?"

Elena's eyes went soft once again as she looked at Stefan. "I told you, I'm fine. I'll see you around, Stefan." She than turned around and ran over to where a pissed off Klaus Mikaelson stood.

"Yeah, you bet." Stefan said softly, as he stared at Elena and Klaus. He watched as they started screaming at each other. They were both screaming obscenities and Klaus was doing most of it.

One thing was for sure, he'd definitely be keeping an eye on Klaus Mikaelson.

He didn't trust that guy with his best friend as far as he could throw him.