Soooo. This is my first TVD fic, and my first one shot (but it could become more, if the mood strikes, which it most likely will.). This is something that's been floating around in my head all day, since I saw the looks that Stebekah shared in the diner and the look of pain on Stefan's face when Bekah collapsed. I probably should have proofread more, like a lot more, but its past 2 am and I have plans with my mother for pedicures and shopping in the morning so I need to go to bed. So, here you go. Enjoy!


They were surrounded by an awkward silence, and Damon couldn't handle it anymore. He knew he had screwed up, and he needed to admit it, but he didn't know where to start.

"All right, you're right; I let Rebekah take the cure!"

Stefan stopped in his tracks, his brooding face taking on an "I-told-you-so" expression as Damon turned around to face him.

"I thought for a second – literally, just a second – if Rebekah takes this, then all our problems go away! And I couldn't think of one good reason to give it to Elena. And then Rebekah took it, and I realized… how badly I screwed up."

"So, what's your point, Damon?" Stefan replies with a stern look.

"My point is I'm sorry, okay? I had a… a moment of weakness, Stefan. It's my thing. It's like you and I falling for the same girl – it's our thing." And in that moment, Damon truly did look sorry for everything that had gone on not only that day, but their entire supernatural existence.

Stefan scoffs. "Was our thing." Damon looks confused. Last time he'd checked (which was just a few hours ago if he was being honest about his insecurities), Stefan still loved Elena as much as he did. "Look, we've been making the same mistakes for a hundred and fifty years. We can judge Katherine all we want, but we keep repeating our own history, just like she is! Nothing ever changes; it has to stop, Damon!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you know what I felt when I saw Rebekah collapse onto that couch? Fear. And not fear that Elena would never be cured, but fear for Rebekah. I was so afraid that there would be side effects and she wouldn't survive. I was afraid of the moment when she woke up and her heart broke because she realized that becoming human again didn't solve any of her problems." Damon looks at his little brother, stunned at his revelation. "But it's okay, because that fear showed me the solution to our little problem of repeating history. I love Rebekah, Damon. I always have, and I always will. And, of course, I love Elena too. But it's not the same. I stopped being in love with her a long time ago, and I feel like most of my fighting for her lately has been part of the competition that has been ongoing since Katherine came into our lives 150 years ago. That competition clearly is part of the doppelgänger curse – look at what it did to Klaus and Elijah a thousand years ago, and what it keeps doing to us.

"I'm done! I can't keep reliving my life like this. I owe Elena a shot at being normal again. Once we give her the cure, I'm getting her out of my life, and I'm getting a life of my own. I just hope that I haven't screwed up things with Rebekah so badly that she'll still consider joining me for it."

Damon was worried about his brother. Stefan had always felt things so strongly. While Damon was glad that Stefan would stop looking so tortured about Elena, he was worried about what it would do to him when someday he realized, and Damon had a strong feeling that he would, that he wasn't actually in love with Rebekah, but jumping to someone familiar. But, at least it was Rebekah, and not Katherine. "Okay, okay… Let's just get the cure and then we'll talk about you riding off into the sunset all by your lonesome or worse yet – with Barbie Klaus."

"You still want to get the cure… Even if you might lose her?"

"It's a chance I'm willing to take, Stefan."

"Well, guess all we have to do is convince her."

The pair continues on their walk to meet with Elena, and Damon starts the conversation again.

"So… Rebekah?"

Stefan sighs heavily. "Here we go…"

"I mean, not that I'm not happy about your Elena-revelation, but are you sure you actually care about Rebekah and you're not just looking for a super intense but familiar rebound? Because, trust me, Beks has quite a taste for torture when she finds out she's been used."

"Damon, I've known Rebekah much longer than you. She loved Ripper Stefan, and while she hasn't been broody, good guy Stefan for long, I think she loves him equally. And I loved her both ways too. I know everybody thought that I was getting close to her again for the group, but I was just happy that you guys gave me an excuse to fall in love with her all over again. Say what you want, but Bekah's not a rebound. That's not possible. She's beautiful and strong and childish. And yeah, maybe she's insecure, too, but aren't we all? And I helped reinforce those insecurities for a while, and I want to love her and fix that." Stefan ended his rant with a gentle smile on his face, just thinking about how much he loved that particular Original.

"Okay, okay. I believe you – you love her. If all your pretty little words didn't prove it, that stupid smile, which I don't think I've ever actually seen on you, definitely proves it."

As they came to a stop in front of the diner, they noticed Rebekah sitting on the hood of a car across the street. Stefan stopped and stared at her longingly, while Damon watched his brother make the face that he makes every time he sees Elena.

"Why don't you go talk to her?" Stefan turned to look at him, about to bring up Elena's demanded meeting. "I'm sure I can handle Elena. I'll clue you in later. Go get your girl." He gave a reassuring smile and nudged Stefan with his shoulder.

Stefan smiled in thanks and walked across the street to Rebekah.

"Here goes nothing…" Damon whispered to himself, talking about his brother's soon-to-be repaired love life, and his meeting with an emotionless, ruthless shell of the girl he loves with his entire being.

"Rebekah, hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm just waiting for my brother to retrieve The Cure from that doppelgänger bitch, so that I can talk some sense into him and take it." She replied indignantly.

"Why do you want to be human so badly, if everyone around you are immortal?" Stefan wanted so badly to understand.

"I want to live, Stefan. I don't want to be stuck in sixteen year old body for eternity. I've lived twenty lifetimes, and while I love my brothers, and I would love my friends, if I were to have any of course, my immortality is what has ruined love for me every time. I want to fall in love and have a family. Mostly, I just want to fit in somewhere. What is the point in living forever if you're always alone?" Rebekah looked down at her intertwined hands as a tear slipped down her cheek.

"Bekah, don't you understand that you are living? You get to do whatever you want, whenever you want and most people would kill for that freedom." She shook her head as more tears fell into her lap. Stefan stepped forward and cupped her cheek with his right hand and pulled her face up to look him in the eyes. "And you do have a family. You have two brothers who love you more than most people could ever wish for, even if they really don't know how to show it." Rebekah scoffed, thinking of how she spent most of the twentieth century in a box. "And you have me. I know our past is really rocky, but we always end up on the same side." He wiped her tears away before pulling her into a hug and gathering his courage. "And as for where you belong, that's right here, in my arms." He heard Rebekah gasp before she pulled away from his embrace and looked at him with wet eyes. Once again, he had to search for the courage to finish his speech. "I love you, Rebekah. I know it seems like that's coming out of nowhere, and I just truly realized it today, but I do. And I don't care how long or what it takes to win you over, but I'm not giving up on us ever again. I will be by your side, day in, day out, until you realize that I'm the one for you, Rebekah Mikaelson, and I will spend every moment of eternity proving that to you."

"You done yet?" He nodded. "Good." She grabbed his jacket and pulled him to her in an excruciatingly loving kiss. They stayed that way for a moment, before she pulled back slowly. "I love you, too, Stefan Salvatore," she said, in her charming lilt, "but I will hold you to your promise to prove your love for me every moment of eternity." She giggled and soon he laughed with her.

"Okay." They both smiled before he leaned forward and kissed her again until they heard someone clear their throat.

Rebekah peeked over Stefan's shoulder and saw her eldest brother standing there, waiting for them to finish their public display of affection.

"Lijah!" She hopped off the back of the car and ran over to her brother before pulling him into a hug. "I've missed you!"

"I've missed you too, darling sister. Now what was it you wanted to speak with me about?" He raised his eyebrow inquisitively.

Rebekah looked back at the man who had just professed his love for her, realizing she no longer cared about the cure. As long as no one forced it on anyone she loved, she could care less about what happens to it. "Nothing… it doesn't matter anymore. You had better call Niklaus and tell him that you've retrieved the curse." As if on cue, Rebekah's phone lit up with Klaus's face, telling her he was calling. "What odd timing brother, we were just talking about you."

"How is your elusive search for the cure going?"

"Quite well, actually. There's someone here who would like to speak to you." She handed the phone to Elijah before skipping back to Stefan and hugging him.

"Hello, Niklaus."

"Ah, big brother! To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I have the cure. I'll be home soon."

"With a long list of demands, I presume?"

"Actually, not that long."

"Alright, well I'll see you soon, Elijah." Once they had hung up, Elijah handed the phone back to Rebekah.

"What do you say, little sister, how would you like to join me on a short road trip?"

She looked at Stefan, considering her options. "You know, I think I'm going to stay on 'Team Good Guys' for a while longer, maybe help Elena realize that emotions really are a wonderful thing to have." She said all this while looking directly at Stefan, smiling brightly as he returned the action.

Elijah let out a small laugh before nodding his approval of her plan and saying a quick goodbye before getting in his car and driving off, after Rebekah and Stefan climbed off the trunk.

"So, girlfriend, shall we go join my brother at the negotiation?"

"Girlfriend, eh? Someone's a little confident." Rebekah teased.

"Well, I love you, and you love me, so I figure it's a reasonable assumption. You should just be glad I didn't jump to fiancé." He heard her small gasp, surprised that he was being so forward about their future. "Yet." He winked before grabbing her hand and pulling a stunned Bekah behind him into the diner just to see Elena snap the small town waitress' neck.

"Well, that's an interesting development." Rebekah said.


Okay, time for the guilty rant: for the people who Author Alert me, I'm sure you probably want to injure me for seemingly abandoning my other stories, which I haven't! I swear! It just so happens that my muse only shows up when I have mounds and mounds of homework in each of my classes. So yeah. Hopefully that will change over the summer.

And about this story, if you want more, let me know and I will try my best. It will probably just be Stebekah telling their friends and family, and then a minor Klaroline alteration of the episode. Then if the mood continues to strike this season, I may continue to post happier alterations to the upcoming episodes!