AN: Disclaimer, i obviously do not own TVD or any of its characters. Here is my interpretation of season 6 which i am writing to help me survive the hiatus, so please enjoy and R&R

Whitmore Campus: Three whole years had passed since Caroline, or anyone in Mystic Falls for that matter had seen or heard from Stefan Salvatore, so to say she was excited to finally receive a text informing her that he'd be coming back was an understatement. The second her enhanced sense of hearing heard the motorcycle approaching Whitmore Collage, Caroline ran from the dorm and out to greet him.

"Hey, I've missed you!" She said hugging her friend tightly, before he managed to get off his bike. "Hey" he replied.

For the past three year Stefan had been traveling around America on his motorbike, stopping here and there to do this and that. Nothing really came of it of course; he just needed to be alone, away from everybody else trying to adjust to the same grief as he was. The hardest part and had been in Frisco, somebody had asked him if had any siblings and Stefan was forced, for the first time in his life to say 'no'. That was nearly a year and a half ago now; it had gotten a little bit easier since.

"You seem to be doing better," Caroline noted.
"Yeah, I am I think. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing ok. I mean I still miss Bonnie sometimes but it's been three years, I have to move on, right?"

"Right," Caroline always had an air of inspiration and positivity about her, it was what Stefan liked most about her. He returned her smile, linking their arms together as they began to wonder around campus.

"So, tell me what I've missed."

"Well, Tyler readjusting back to life as a human and Matt and I have been trying to help out. He's taken up boxing or something to try to curb that werewolf rage. Jeremy finally finished high school, he had to repeat a year but he's done now and living with Alaric in his old loft in Mystic Falls while he tries to learn how to be a good vampire, which Elena and I have been trying to help him with. He's getting there…slowly; at least he doesn't want to kill Jeremy anymore."

"And how is Elena going?"

Caroline gave him a look he couldn't quite identify. "Elena got a job at a bar on campus, and I don't think she's been to class in over a year. She's not doing too great."

Stefan sighed, "She lost the love of her life, what did you expect?"

"I expected her to be sad, sure. It's just, she seems to have a taken a very, Damonesque approach to grief."

"I don't understand." Stefan said.

The second they arrived at the bar, Stefan understood. His ex-girlfriend was almost recognisable as he spotted her, Elena Gilbert sitting on the counter in a skimpy black singlet, matching mini skirt with fish net stockings and stiletto heels, but that wasn't the worst of it. Between her legs stood and unrecognisable frat boy and the pair appeared to be locked in a nauseatingly passionate embrace. "Is that her?"

"Yep." Caroline confirmed. "I wish I could tell you it was an unusual sight."

Caroline would never dare say it allowed, but she was almost sick of Elena. Every other night her roommate returned home just before Dawn at the earliest, drunk and frazzled, as she made her way through the boys on campus at an alarming rate. The only saving grace was that Elena seemed to have the decency to not take her entourage home with her.

At that point Elena finally raised her head from the frat boy's. "Who wants more booze!" She shouted into the crowd, raising up a nearly drained bottle Bourbon and chugging while she was met with a wild wooing from her audience.

"How long has been like this?"

"Basically since it happened. She went catatonic for a few weeks and then one day she got out of bed and she was like this."

Elena took in a panorama of the crowded bar, laughter filtering out of her as she did so, before she glimpsed her friends standing cautiously by the door.

"Oh my god, Stefan Salvatore?" she gasped, shoving her 'friend' away from her and jumping off the counter to join Caroline and Stefan. She giggled again "Lost boy finds his way home!" Before Stefan could react Elena had her arms thrown around him and was violently kissing both of his cheeks without hesitation. "And here I thought you were never coming back." She said.

Stefan took a step back to examine the new Elena. Her hair, now falling in ripples down her shoulders, was longer he decided, and she had blonde highlights bleached into it. She wore far more makeup then she used to, and a blue ring with a large upper case D engraved into it was hanging from her neck. Stefan recognised it as his late brother's daylight ring. Elena noticed what he was doing and took a step back as well, modelling her new look. "So? Do you like it?"

"It's…different."

Caroline was watching Stefan's expression with fascination. "Show him you tattoo Elena." She encouraged, Elena was too drunk and giddy to detect the sarcasm in her voice.

"You got a tattoo?" Who was this person? Stefan wondered to himself. Elena twirled and lifted her singlet up a tad to expose the gothic black and blue marking that was now permanently etched into her left hip. Again, she giggled and turned to face them again.

"So, is Stefan planning on telling us his travel stories or are we going to have to force it out of him?" Elena asked with a transparent smirk.

Mystic Falls:

"I've been looking through every Grimoire I can find, why haven't I found a way to bring them back?"

Alaric looked up at Jeremy who paced, seething around the small apartment. "I thought you said you would stop searching through those? Let Bonnie and Damon rest in peace."

"No, I promised to give it a rest until I got a high school diploma. I passed school, I'm enrolled at Whitemore from the Fall and now I want to figure out what happened to my girlfriend."

Alaric felt sorry for everything Jeremy had been through, what both the Gilbert children had been through. They had lost their parents, aunt lovers, friends; almost everyone who they loved had been taken from them one way or another. No matter how much he wanted to help them, why could he tell them to ignore the pain and move on with their lives? What did he really know of their loss?

"Jeremy, I think you need to accepting that there may not be anything to be found. The other side imploded, Bonnie and Damon were over there. I'm sorry, I really am but she's gone and there's nothing you can do."

"I don't believe that. This is Mystic Falls Alaric, people don't just stay dead here, you and I are living proof of that."

"Jeremy…"

"NO." And with that Jeremy left the apartment.

Whitmore Campus:

The only moment Elena ever felt truly happy these days were in her dreams. Like right now, as she twirled and swayed in the safety of Damon's arms. She was dressed in a black saffron dress and stilettos, with her hair out and swept elegantly over the one shoulder, just the way Damon liked it. Damon himself looked so incredibly handsome she couldn't bear to look away, dressed in a formal jet black tuxedo complete with bow tie. There was a transcendent white fog, blurring out any surroundings. "Are you controlling these dreams? Are you actually appearing to me, or am I making this entire thing up?"

Damon merely shrugged. "What would like it to be?"

Elena thought for a moment, staring into those deep blue eyes that could make her forget all of her misery. "I want to believe that it's real, that you're actually here." He rewarded her words with her favorite smile, the one he reserved just for her.

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