Thanks to all of my wonderful reviewers: Death'sAngel18, zozo42, Songofthewolf, and doodlechick12.

Stefan pulled his arm away from Elena as he twirled the combination for his locker, happy the end of the day was only a few minutes away. Mechanically he opened the metal door and pulled out the things he had stuffed in there earlier. He was about to close it when Elena stopped him.

"What's that on the top?" She asked pointing to the shelf decorated with textbooks Stefan had abandoned. Resting against his English book was a shape that made him smile secretly.

He reached up and pulled the box down. Elena peeked over his shoulder. "Is that an Advent Calendar? I didn't know vampires celebrated Christmas."

"I didn't used to," he admitted. "I still don't. Its-"

"Damon?" She finished smiling. "You're wonderful, loving brother?'

Stefan chuckled. "That's one way to put it." He skimmed the box, feeling a little bit self-conscious standing in the middle of the hallway. Still, it made him feel good – almost human.

"Found it," Elena chirped pointing to a gold-colored three hidden in the snow.

Smiling Stefan pressed into it. He pulled the item out of the small compartment and held them up for Elena to see.

She touched them briefly, a look of confusement on her face. "Keys?" She asked and hit them gently with the tip of her finger. "Very old keys?"

"Damon substituted with his own little prizes," Stefan explained. "He wants me to think about all the stuff I pull out."

Elena blinked once. "Oh," she muttered. "Doesn't seem much like him."

Stefan shrugged. "Damon likes to play games. And I don't mind playing as long they keep him busy and not eating the remainder of the town's population." He slipped the keys into his pocket. They looked familiar, although he couldn't quite place it.

Everything he had received so far were old things. The bullet was obviously old. The figurine, after he had inspected it more closely, was pretty beat up and not as smooth as the machine made figures he saw today. And the keys, which were large and bulky looking with different layers of dirt and rust.

He shoved the Advent Calendar back in his locker and smiled. Twenty-two more days left.

AN: Yup, I still don't have the faintest idea where this is going. I'm brainstorming, but they all sounds pretty weird or they lean on ideas from the books. I guess we'll just have to hope Stefan's next run-in with Damon will give us some more clues.