A/N - So, I'm back. I went to write another chapter of my other fic and this just sort of came out. I know exactly what I want to do with the story so expect quick updates.

This is AU/AH and I love it already. Please let me know what you think. Should I continue with this? I love feedback and would really appreciate if you all let me know what you think.

Summary - Damon and Elena were childhood sweethearts until Damon left and never came back. What happens when the person who you have tried desperately to get over just happens to own the company you work for? Is it too late to apologise? Or will love conquer all for our very own Chalk & Cheese? AH/AU Delena. M Rated :)

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Chapter 1 - Forever Farewell

"I don't want you to go… I can't lose you as well," Elena sobbed, hating the fact that the one person she had actually let in after her parents death was now leaving her as well. She couldn't understand how life could be so unfair. How could she possibly go on without him? He was everything to her.

"You're not losing me, Elena. I love you, I'll always love you," Damon replied with a crooked smile as he kissed the beautiful girl in front of him.

"But you're moving away to New York, it's not exactly a half hour drive away," Elena moaned as she held on to Damon with everything she had in her, wishing that he could stay with her forever but knowing they only had a few moments until he had to leave.

"We will be together again, Elena. You can't deny the inevitable," Damon said softly as he kissed Elena again, a small, betraying tear falling down his face as he did so.

"You seem so sure…" Elena replied as she broke the kiss, wondering what the future would hold for them both.

"Of course I'm sure. It's us, we're meant to be. I love you more than anything. I've loved you since the day I met you when I was six years old!"

"Damon, the first day you met me you tripped me and threw a bucket of water over me. That doesn't exactly scream love," Elena laughed, thinking back to the first day that she had met Damon Salvatore. She had been hesitant when her parents took her round to meet the new neighbours, as she didn't know what to expect. She remembered being introduced to their son Stefan who was the same age as her. He had shaken her hand politely and they instantly became friends as they went to go and play on the swings. It was then Elena had noticed another boy run out of the large house. He was small with dark black hair and the bluest eyes that Elena had ever seen. They reminded her of the seaside, which was her favourite place to go in summer and instantly made her feel warmer.

Damon was then introduced to Elena. She could always remember how strangely he looked at her, like she was an alien or something. Elena had put her hand out to greet him the same way she had greeted his brother. Damon had laughed in her face as he pulled her arm and tripped her over. He ran over to the side of the garden and picked up the bucket of water he had prepared to throw over Stefan earlier. Elena was trying her hardest to get back on her feet and not cry, she looked up to see Damon running back over to her with a twinkle in his eye and before she even knew what was happening she was completely soaked. She had stood up angrily as she heard Damon laughing, he was now on the ground as he watched Elena storm away.

"Playground tactics, Elena… you know treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen? I had a plan all along," Damon replied as he laughed.

"Well you were certainly mean…"

"And it kept you keen. You always wanted me, Elena. It was more than obvious!" Damon winked as Elena rolled her eyes in return.

"If that's what you need to believe then fine. I remember our parents used to call us Chalk and Cheese. We were so different but we just seemed to be a perfect balance for one another. I guess it's always been that way." Elena smiled, thinking again about times when both of them were younger.

"I know. You were shy, polite and considerate whereas I was confident, adventurous and rather loud. I have no idea how I got stuck with you Gilbert…" Damon scoffed jokingly.

"Ha, I was polite to everyone but you! After that day I met you I knew there was something special about you."

"Did you realise that before or after I tripped you up and soaked you?" Damon laughed again as he held Elena closer.

"I have no idea why I agreed to be your girlfriend! You are just the same idiot as you were eleven years ago!" Elena hit Damon on the chest, pretending she was in a mood with him.

"And you loved it eleven years ago, so what's the problem?"

"The problem is you're leaving, Damon. When my parents died you promised me you would never leave me." Elena looked down as she tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. She knew that she probably should have kept the mood light and continued joking, but she knew he had to go now and she was completely heartbroken.

"I know, Elena. I feel bad enough about leaving. But, I need to do this, okay? I need to get a proper job. You know I've always wanted to do this. It's a big break for me. Plus, once you finish school you can come out and join me. I'm doing this for us," Damon replied, the excitement radiating from his deep blue eyes.

"I know, I know. I just can't imagine not seeing you every day."

"Neither can I. Whenever I wake up in the morning you are the first person that I think about. I'm always counting down the hours till I can come and kiss you again. I know that this won't be easy. But, we can do it. We're strong enough."

"I know. I love you," Elena replied as she watched Damon pack the rest of his bags into his car. She tried her hardest not to cry as she watched him get ready to leave right in front of her. "Don't go, please Damon," she sobbed, clutching onto him as he walked back over to her.

"You can't ask me that, Elena. You know I will never go if you ask me that," Damon replied holding Elena just as tightly in return.

"I know I'm being selfish. I'm sorry… I'm just going to miss you so much."

"I'll miss you even more, baby. But, we're forever and nothing is ever going to change that. We will make this work Elena. I can't lose you," He said sadly in return.

"You promise?"

"I promise, Elena. Always," he replied as he leaned down to give her a sweet farewell kiss. His arms snaked around her body as he pulled her flesh into him. Elena's arms pulled around his neck as she pushed him further into their kiss. His kisses always had a habit of driving her crazy. His tongue making magic with her own. She had no idea what she was going to do while he was away. But she could tell that nothing would ever be the same.

Damon pulled back slowly as he stared into Elena's eyes.

"I love you, Elena," Damon said softly, another tear falling down his cheek.

"I love you too, Damon. Always and forever," Elena replied as her own tears matched his.

She watched as he placed one last chaste kiss to her forehead and jumped into his car. Her tears were blurring her vision of his car driving away, the last thing that she could see was the reflection of his blue eyes in the rear-view mirror and Elena couldn't escape this feeling that maybe this was goodbye.

Elena jumped up quickly from her sleep, angry that her subconscious had betrayed her for what felt like the billionth time. Elena was now twenty-three years old and the seventeen-year-old girl she had just dreamed about was long gone. She left along with a blue-eyed guy that had broken her heart.

Elena groaned as she lay back on her pillow, thinking about the time when this dream haunted her every night. She could remember all the promises that Damon Salvatore had made her. She could also remember the fact that he broke every single one of them. Elena had never gotten over the fact that the person she loved more than life itself abandoned her. At least with her parents they didn't have a choice to leave, but Damon did. He had promised to be there for her forever, but she hadn't seen him in six years. That's a pretty short forever.

Elena looked at her clock and noticed it said 5.45am, she knew she would never get back to sleep now and didn't want to run the risk of sleeping in for her first day at work. She jumped out of bed and walked over to her en-suite, wanting to wash away the dream that forced it's way into her mind the previous night. She hated the fact that she still dreamt about him. She wanted to forget him forever, but knew that was virtually impossible.

Elena jumped in the shower and washed herself as quickly as she could. She wanted to have time before having to be at work in case she had any problems on the way there. Once she was clean and had dried her hair, she excitedly pulled on her new outfit. She had a white, long sleeved shirt and a thigh-length black pencil skirt. Her hair had dried into her usual curls as she sprayed some hairspray to keep them in place. She quickly applied some light make-up and put on her stiletto heels. Looking in the mirror she wondered if it was too much, but then thought back to her interview and how the woman had been dressed. New York was different from Mystic Falls and she had to get into that way of life if she wanted to succeed here.

She walked out of the bedroom and made her way down the hall to the kitchen. She loved her new apartment; it was everything she wanted and more.

"Have you gone mad?" Elena heard her roommate Stefan ask from behind her. He was sitting on their couch with his new black suit on. He also had a new job he was starting today and like Elena he wanted to make a good first impression.

"Er… not that I know of why?" Elena asked as she started to pour herself some cereal.

"Just, I don't think I have ever seen you out of your bed before 10.00am," he laughed in return. Stefan and Elena were best friends, he had been there for her when no one else had. She knew that she was safe with him and that he would never leave her. Not like someone else she knew… He had saved her many years ago and she was forever grateful to him.

"Very funny, Stefan. However, as you know I have a new job today and I wanted to make myself look fabulous!" She said sarcastically.

"Okay… and the real reason that you are up so early?" Stefan asked as he raised his eyebrows. He knew Elena better than anyone did and he could tell when there was something up with her and always wanted to make sure that she was okay. She was like his sister and he was very protective over her.

"Well, Mr I Can Read Minds… I had the dream, again," Elena said softly as she looked down, not wanting to see Stefan's expression. She had thought that those dreams were long gone, as did he.

"About D-"

"Yes, about him," Elena interrupted, not wanting to hear his name out loud.

"I'm sorry. I guess I know why. I mean we are here, in New York. We know that he is in this city too, you know? Maybe it's just harder than you thought it would be." Elena could see the sadness in Stefan's eyes as he spoke about his estranged brother.

"I'm sorry, Stefan. I mean you lost him too. I know this must be hard for you as well. But, we had to leave Mystic Falls and this was our best option. We can't avoid New York because of him. We have dreams too and he already took enough from us. We should have this," Elena replied as she walked over to sit next to Stefan.

"I know, Elena. I can just never understand why he never got in touch. He loved us both so much… I know he did. It just doesn't seem like him." Stefan always believed that there was another reason behind Damon's disappearance. He could never understand how he could have done that to Elena. Everyone in Mystic Falls knew how much Damon was in love with her. It was one of these intense connections that no one could ever break. To him it just never made sense.

"No, Stefan. He left us. He didn't love us. You don't leave the people you love. He was selfish and probably couldn't wait to get away from that dead beat town. There was nothing keeping him there and there was nothing keeping us there either. We can make it here, Stefan. I know we can." Elena ended the conversation at that as she walked over and began to eat her soggy cereal.

She noticed that Stefan was about to say more, but gave him a warning glare that signalled he should keep his mouth shut. Elena had heard enough about Damon Salvatore today. Every time she heard his name, her heart would beat a little faster. The broken pieces would shake a little before falling flat in the bundle he left them in.

Elena believed that she came to New York for herself. She knew there was a possibility they would see him, but was adamant that if she did she would pretend she didn't know him. After all, he was a stranger to her now.

Elena looked at the building in front of her and took a deep breath. She was standing in front of the largest PR firm in New York and she was scared. When she was invited to an interview with L.E.N.A enterprises, she couldn't believe it. It had recently became head of its sector and was the highest grossing PR firm in New York. Elena didn't believe that they would even give her a chance. When she had then received the call telling her she had the job she almost fainted. She was advised she started in two weeks and that was that.

Elena always thought that everything happened for a reason. She couldn't have passed on the opportunity. This was something she had always dreamed off and she was sick of everyone else around her getting what they wanted and leaving her behind. For once this was something for her and she was going to give it her best shot.

She walked into the large foyer and noticed all the different people walking around her. She felt like she was in a busy train station, people pushing and shoving past her. Everyone seemed like they were in a rush. She walked over to the reception, hoping that she wouldn't trip up in her heels. She was a complete klutz and was taking a massive risk even wearing these things.

"Elena Gilbert, I start my new job here today," Elena said quietly to the young man behind the desk in front of her. He looked down at his book, searching for her name.

"Ah, Miss Gilbert you're the new secretary for Alaric Saltzman, is that correct?" He asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Okay, well take the lift to the fifteenth floor and I will call Caroline and she'll meet you up there. You won't miss her she is blonde, bossy and loud!" He grumbled as Elena started to walk over to the lift.

She was happy when the lift finally pinged at her floor as she was wedged in between a small, smelly man and a woman who Elena was sure had a small moustache. She quickly jumped out the lift and looked around her.

"Elena?" She heard a loud voice shout. She looked round and noticed a bouncy blonde walk over to her. She didn't even have to take two guesses as to who it was.

"Hi Elena, I'm Caroline Forbes and I am so happy that you are here. There is finally another woman here, thank god! I hang about with all these men so much I feel like I'm actually growing a penis!" Elena looked at her alarmed. "I'm not though, it's a joke."

"Yeah… well I think there would be a big problem if you did," Elena laughed, liking Caroline already.

"Yeah… anyway welcome to L.E.N.A! I'm sure you will love it here. I will show you to your desk then give you a quick tour around. Oh, then I will introduce you to your boss and show your what your duties will be. Everyone is really friendly here and you will fit in just fine. I'm sure of it," Caroline said quickly, grabbing Elena's arm as she walked her over to her desk which was next to hers.

"We're desk buddies." Caroline smiled as she helped Elena set her stuff on her desk. Caroline Forbes was a woman who embraced life to the fullest. She never did what she was told and she believed that she was always right. Her parents used to scold her about it but it never did her any harm. She was delighted that Elena was in her office and decided as soon as she saw her that she would be her new best friend.

"Great, it's good to have a friendly face. I'm not exactly from here."

"I know. We will be great friends. Lunch is at 1pm, oh I need to take you to this new sushi place just round the corner… It's amazing!"

Elena laughed as she shook her head in reply. She had never met someone who could talk so fast. She couldn't complain though because it was helping her nerves. Caroline was making her feel at ease and she was happy she could make a friend here this easily.

"Great, I love sushi!"

"Okay, it's a date. Now let me just get your folder that explains your basic duties." Caroline picked it up as she went to hand it to Elena. Both of them being too excited for their own good bumped hands as the papers fell to the ground.

"Shit, sorry Elena. I'm a complete klutz!" Caroline muttered as she started to pick the pieces up.

"Join the club," Elena laughed in return as she began to help Caroline pick up the pieces that were on the floor.

"Thank you, Elena. I am just too excited that you are here I guess!"

Elena picked up the final piece that had fallen under her desk, unaware that a familiar man was standing behind her, his eyes glued to her backside. Once Elena had retrieved the piece of paper she tried to balance her self to get back up. One of her heels caught on the side of the desk as she suddenly began to fall forward, she felt like it was happening in slow motion and she could see herself smacking off the desk in front of her. The only thing that Elena could think in this moment was; damn her stupid stilettos.

But just before she could hit anything she felt a pair of warm, strong hands grab onto her hips and pull her up. She couldn't get over how familiar the touch felt, it awakened every nerve in her body and she suddenly felt like she could breathe again.

She turned around to thank whoever it was when she was smacked with the same blue eyes she would know anywhere. It was the eyes that she had seen in the rear-view mirror the day he left her. It was the eyes that had haunted her dreams and caused her nothing but pain.

It was the eyes of non-other than Damon Salvatore.


So, why did Damon leave and not ever get in touch? Something must have happened or did he just decide that they were too different to ever work? Please review and let me know what you think.