Elena sighed heavily as she knocked on Bonnie's door; the pair was going to try a few different spells today, so Bonnie could practice. Elena wouldn't admit it, but she was nervous. She wasn't sure she wanted Bonnie doing magic on her, even if she was her best friend. She trusted her with her life, but still… she was nervous.

Bonnie opened the door and smiled, "Good, you're here! I found this amazing spell last night while I was looking through the beauty section of Emily Bennett's grimoire… you remember how I told you that witches could prolong the aging process?"

Elena nodded as she walked into the house and Bonnie shut the door behind her, "Yeah. Why?"

"Well, I found this minor version. It will make you look the same age for four years instead of one. It takes four years to age just one!"

Elena raised an eyebrow as she headed into Bonnie's kitchen with Bonnie on her tail, "Really? Well, that explains how Bree was still… sorta pretty. Do you have any soda?"

"In the fridge. Who was Bree, again?"

"She owned that bar Damon took me too in Georgia."

Elena opened the fridge and grabbed a can of coke, opening it and following Bonnie into the living room, where her grimoire sat open on the floor, surrounded by already lit candles."

"I've been practicing the spell a little bit on Muffin," Bonnie said, referring to her dad's Jack Russell Terrier.

Elena nodded as they both sat down by the grimoire, "You want to try it on me now, I'm assuming."

Bonnie looked hopeful, "It would be great practice, Elena…"

Elena sighed and sat her can of soda aside, "Alright; I trust you."

Bonnie beamed, "Perfect! Wait here, I'll be right back…"

She jumped up and headed upstairs, leaving Elena to ponder her thoughts. If this spell worked, she wouldn't age for four years at a time. That would mean that she wouldn't need to turn for a few more years, just to look the same age as Stefan and Damon. Maybe this spell was a better idea than she had thought. Bonnie ran back down the stairs with something in her hand, which appeared to be incense sticks. Elena frowned, "What are those for?"

"They're to cleanse your mind while I do the spell… something could go wrong if you over think it."

She lit the incense and put it in a bowl, before sitting cross-legged before the grimoire. "Give me your hands," she instructed, and Elena sat across from her, taking both of Bonnie's hands. "Now, close your eyes and try not to think about anything other than youth, alright?"

Elena nodded, her eyelids sliding shut. As soon as she did so, Bonnie began to mutter the spell in Latin, "Anus aetate benedicite mihi virtute."

Elena's lids fluttered a bit; youth. Think about youth. Of course, the first thing that popped into her mind when thinking of youth was her childhood. Back when she had parents, and life was so easy…

"Magam iuvenis, facere me saeculum."

Elena was remembering a particular trip to the lake house when she had been four. She had learned how to swim with her father's help. It was while she was thinking this that she began to feel her body changing. Power seemed to be pulsing in her veins, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Was it normal to begin to feel… small?

"Magam iuvenis, auxilium me eam iuvenes ... Elena? Why do your hands feel… small?"

"Where is me?"

Bonnie's eyes snapped open and the candles flickered out as she gasped, "Oh, my God! Oh, no, what did I do wrong…?"

Bonnie frantically scanned through the spell to see if she had made a mistake; she hadn't. Then why was there a tiny version of Elena looking up at her, with even bigger doe eyes than ever, and thin, straight brown hair? She was looking around, pulling her tiny hands out of Bonnie's bigger ones. She looked afraid, "Who you…?"

"Elena, it's me… it's Bonnie."

Elena squeaked, "How does you know my name?"

Bonnie bit her lip, "We're… we're friends, Elena. I'm… I'm babysitting you."

"Where Mommy and Daddy at?"

Bonnie's shoulders sagged; she didn't remember anything. Well, of course she didn't! She was… how old, exactly? "How old are you, Elena?"

"I twee." She said.

Three. Of course she was… "Elena, do you want to go in the car?"

Elena perked up, "Yes!"

"Good," Bonnie reached over and picked up the baby Elena, walking quickly for the door. She grabbed an old car seat out of the garage and strapped Elena in, getting in the front and quickly pulling onto the road. Elena was sucking her thumb in the back seat, and she craned her neck to look at Bonnie, "Bon Bon?" she asked, and Bonnie looked in the rearview mirror at her, "What?"

"Where we goin' to?"

Bonnie sighed, "We're going to see Damon."

"Who dat?"

"He's your friend, too."

"I no friends with somebody named Day-min."

Bonnie couldn't help grinned, "Oh, but you are, Elena… very good friends."

"Oh," Elena said, sticking her thumb back in her mouth and looking out the window.

Bonnie pulled into the Salvatore driveway, pleased to see that it appeared Damon was there alone. That way she would only need to explain herself to one person. Not to mention, this one person was going to be hard enough to convince as it is.

She shut off the car and got out, walking to the back seat and opening the door, helping Elena out. Elena grabbed onto Bonnie's finger with her tiny hand and followed her up the stairs to the front door. Elena looked up at the door in awe, "Dat a big door."

"Yeah; it's a big house, too."

Bonnie knocked on the door loudly. When Damon didn't answer, she yelled, "Damon! We have an Elena situation!"

The door flew open instantly at the mention of Elena's name, "What," Damon said frantically, "What's wrong?"

Elena hid behind Bonnie at the sight of the tall man before her, and she peaked around Bonnie's leg nervously.

"Elena," Bonnie said calmly, bending down, "This is Damon."

Elena looked up at him with her big doe-eyes, and Damon's blue eyes narrowed in confusion, "Bonnie, what are you talking about? Who's the kid?"

"The kid," Bonnie said, picking her up so that Elena was at eye level with him, "Is Elena."

"No, she's…" Damon started, but trailed off when Elena's eye lids fluttered, drawing attention to the big brown eyes he would know anywhere, "Oh, my God… Bonnie, what did you do?"

"I don't know what went wrong; we were testing an anti-aging spell, and I did everything right… but this happened. Somehow, she's three years old again and doesn't remember anything."

Damon stared at the tiny Elena, who was smiling at him shyly, "You verwy pwetty," she said quietly, giggling and then hiding her face in Bonnie's neck. A small grin tugged at Damon's lips as he looked at the bashful little girl in Bonnie's arms, "Well, what do you want me to do?"

"I was hoping you could take her; you know, so I can find something to break the spell with."

Damon's eyes widened in shock, "Bonnie, I can't…!"

"Why not?" Bonnie moaned in exasperation.

"I don't know the first thing about kids, let alone kids who are really eighteen! What am I supposed to do with her?"

"She's three, Damon," Bonnie said, rolling her eyes, "She isn't hard to entertain."

Elena was peaking at him again from behind her long, thin brown hair, and Damon sighed; he couldn't resist those eyes. "Hey, cutie," he said, tucking her wispy hair behind her tiny ear and touching her nose. Elena giggled. "My name is E-way-na. Who you?"

He chuckled, "I'm Damon."

Elena's eyes widened and she turned her head to look at Bonnie, "Dat Day-min?"

Bonnie nodded and Elena's cheeks turned pink, "He verwy, verwy, verwy pwetty."

Bonnie glanced at Damon, "Well, she seems to like you. Come on, Damon; it's just for a few days until I can figure out how to turn her back."

Damon sighed, "Fine… I guess I can take her."

Bonnie grinned and held the little girl out to him. He took her from her, and Elena looked shocked to be being held by the "verwy, verwy, verwy pwetty" man. "What goin' on?" she asked, turning her head back to Bonnie, "What you doing, Bon Bon?"

"You're going to stay here, with Damon for a few days, okay?" Bonnie asked.

Elena turned her big brown eyes up to Damon, and he smiled at her. Elena giggled and looked down, "Otay…"

"Great. Thanks, Damon!" Bonnie called, running to her car and driving off before he could change his mind.

Damon turned and walked back into the house, setting Elena down once he shut the door. She ran over to the window, he legs slightly wobbly, "Where Bon Bon go?" she asked quietly, her lip wobbling. Damon sighed and walked over, kneeling beside her. "Bon Bon," he said, raising an eyebrow at the name choice, "Went to… read a really big book."

"I no read," Elena mumbled with her fingers in her mouth, shaking her head. Damon chuckled, "That's okay; you'll learn."

He stood up and started for the living room, and Elena followed closely on his tail. "Day-min?" she said when he paused at the book case, and she pulled at the hem of his black button down the get his attention.

He looked down at her and she blushed, "I hun-gy."

He raised an eyebrow, "You're hungry?"

She nodded, "Verwy hun-gy."

Damon sighed, "Well, what do you want?"

"Uh…" Elena said, rocking back and forth on her feet, "Does you have any Cheer-wy-os?"

Damon grinned, "I don't think so."

"Does you have peanut butter?"

"Nope," Damon shook his head.

She pouted, but then her eyes lit up a bit deviously, "Does you have any chotolate pudding?"

Damon thought; now that she mentioned it, he seemed to remember Ric bringing some over a few weeks ago; apparently, when he got wasted, he got hungry, and chocolate pudding was his favorite.

"Sure do!" Damon grinned, and Elena beamed, "Yaaaaaaaaaay!"

Damon laughed; usually, he despised kids. He wasn't sure if it was just because it was Elena, but he found this child in particular extremely adorable. "Come on, princess," he said, picking her up again, "Let's go get you some chotolate pudding."

Elena giggled as they started for the kitchen, "Day-min?"

He grinned, "Yes?"

She snuggled into his neck, "I wike you."

He laughed, "I wike you, too."