Summary: After being attacked, Damon is assigned a 24-hour bodyguard. Elena is the 'lucky girl' chosen for the job. But will she be able to handle Damon Salvatore?

A/N: I shouldn't be starting a new project but heck, my friend has been begging for almost two years (it's not cool that I made her wait that long, but heck!)

Warnings:

AU/AH (some things including the vampire thing don't go with the show, never read the books so yeah)

OOC-ness

Mentions of slash

Mentions of homophobia

Pairings:

Damon/Elena (Delena)

Stefan/Caroline (Steroline)

Tyler/Jeremy (Jyler)

Disclaimer: I wish I did, but I don't, so yeah...

Perfecting the 'Guard

Elena Gilbert was among the last people to walk into HQ's briefing room. She'd gotten a message pinned to her locker room that morning, telling her to meet in the large room. She was certain it had something to do with their latest protection project, the Salvatore Family.

Standing at the front of the room was the Head of their department, Alaric Saltzman. There was something unusual about the man, everyone in the department tended to joke that he was probably a self-proclaimed vampire hunter or something. Next to him stood Elena's best friend Bonnie Bennett. Bonnie was the techie in the department and she always did the presentations for the department's briefings.

"Good morning everyone," Bonnie said, getting everyone's attention once they'd all been seated. "Please pay attention as this meeting is very important." Bonnie sat down at her chair by the front and Alaric stepped forward and looked at all the bodyguards present for the meeting.

"As most of you must know by now, Damon Salvatore was shot last night," Alaric started, looking around at all his workers. "We know it was no one's fault as he had requested that there be no bodyguard present with him while he was at the club. But after the incident his father insisted that we have someone who'll be his bodyguard twenty-four hours a day. Bonnie?"

Bonnie got up and looked at the guards. "We sat down with Damon yesterday and asked him to compose a list of things he'd prefer his bodyguard to have, and this is what he came up with." Bonnie pressed a button on the little remote she was holding. A list popped up on the overhead projector. "Firstly the bodyguard must be a she. She must look good in a bikini, mini dress, there are a lot of things she must look good in. mostly, she must be able to totally 'kick ass'. All the female employees will be asked to come for interviews with Damon and then we will pick someone from there. Any questions?"

"What about the male bodyguards?" one of the guys asked.

"They'll still be guarding him, but obviously there will be times were it will just be the female." Everyone nodded.

"That's all for now," Alaric said. "Lady's, make sure you're ready for your call. Everyone is dismissed." Everyone got up and left the briefing room. The guys were talking loudly about which girl could possibly be chosen as the girl who'll be the perfect bodyguard. Even the girls joined in, sharing laugh and snide comments about why the other girls wouldn't be chosen. Elena merely walked to her little cubical and sat there, listening to the loud conversations.

"Hey Gilbert," one of the guys called. Elena looked up. "Do you think you have a chance at being Mister Salvatore's bodyguard?" People snickered while Elena threw one of her fake smiles at the boy.

Everyone knew that Elena Gilbert was the biggest tomboy in the building. The girl wore nothing but dude clothes, from her work clothes to her weekend clothes. Over the years she'd slowly been forced to wear smaller clothes – by her brother and his boyfriend – but she still wore clothes that were about two sizes bigger than her, hiding her physic. She wore zero makeup and her hair was usually tide up in a loose bun or ponytail.

Most of her co-workers thought she was lesbian, a stereotype that she didn't care to correct. The fact that she owned a Yamaha RD350LC didn't really help her situation. She didn't care though, she loved Sally – yes, she named her bike Sally – and nothing anyone said or did would make her get rid of her bike, but even her brother who'd been begging since she got the thing.

"Come on Gilbert, it's worth a try right?" the guy continued.

"Here's a better idea," Elena said, "Why don't you put on a dress and prance around like a pretty lady because everyone knows just how much your drying to get into Mister Salvatore's pants." Everyone oohed at that.

"I'm sorry, I think you're mistaking me for your faggot brother." Before the guy could even react, Elena had gotten up, marched right up to him and had given him a hard punch right on the nose. A disturbing crunch sound sounded as the short brunette's fist connected with the guy's nose.

"Fuck you Elberton. And don't you dare talk about my brother like that, ever!" Elena turned and left the man with his bloody broken nose. She stormed out the bullpen and went to the little kitchenette to make herself a coffee. She grabbed her cup and roughly began making her coffee, still angered by Elberton's comment. She knew her brother was going to give her hell if he heard about what she did. As much as it hurt him to hear those kinds of comments, he always tried not to let them get to him and he expected Elena to act that same.

Sure, before Jeremy met his boyfriend, he'd also been a fighter who didn't take any kind of insult lightly, but after he met Tyler, he'd mellowed down and just let things slide by, knowing that Tyler would be there to comfort him when he needed it.

"Whow there girl, you don't want to break that cup." Elena turned and saw her best friend standing at the entrance of the kitchenette. Bonnie sighed and walked in, grabbing her cup and began her process of making her coffee.

"Sorry, I'm just pissed off," Elena said, letting out a sigh and trying to control her anger.

"Let me guess, either some asshole, and I'm guessing Elberton since he has a broken nose right now, made a comment about you being the girl who'll be Damon's full bodyguard or he made a comment about your brother and his being gay."

"Both actually. He has some nerve pointing fingers about 'faggots' when I caught him staring at Saltzman's ass more than once." Bonnie giggled.

"You should've taken a picture, I would've made sure it made an appearance in our next briefing." The two girls laughed. "Jeremy's going to be pissed."

"Only if you tell him."

"Someone is bound to tell him even if it isn't me Elena. Vicki might." Elena sighed. She never liked Vicki Donovan. The girl had been the one who'd out-ed her brother to everyone because she'd been bitter about her break up with Jeremy. Elena had never liked the girl and her dislike had only increased after that incident, and to make things worse, Vicki didn't even feel sorry for what she'd done, the bitch!

"Jeremy doesn't even talk to Vicki any more, not after what she did to him. I don't even know how she got a job here after her DUI's."

"Her mom is important in this department; she was like the first woman in the team. She has a record you know." Elena rolled her eyes.

"Whatever."

"I'm going to be calling the first girl in. Mister Salvatore is looking extra delicious today." Bonnie grinned at her friend, wriggling her eyebrows.

"No!"

"Oh come on Elena! When was the last time you went on a date?"

"I don't need a date."

"That's what lonely girls who aren't being asked out say. And the only reason you aren't asked out is because you're so damn violent, your nails don't know what a manicure is and you dress like a tramp."

"I do not! These clothes are comfortable."

"They're all at least two sized bigger then you Elena. I know Jeremy got you some nice clothes. And I even got you some things."

"Okay, firstly, I am never wearing any of the clothes you and my mother brought me, and secondly, Jeremy knows next to nothing about fashion, so anything he might of brought is probably hideous!" bonnie laughed.

"Come on Elena, you need to show some skin." Bonnie attempted to grab Elena's too-big blazer, but the other woman swatted her hand away. "Ow!"

"Don't touch my clothes Bennett or I will hurt you." Bonnie pouted as she rubbed her stinging hand.

"No wonder you don't get dates!"

"I don't get dates because I don't want them, not because I can't get them."

"Guys are too afraid to ask you, you come off as violent Elena. They're afraid you'd kick their nuts while they try to ask."

"Because I would."

"Elena!"

"I'm being honest here!" bonnie shook her head, rolling her eyes.

"I give up on you." The dark skinned woman continued to make her coffee as she watched her friend continue with her own. "Are you going to come to the gym with me later?" Elena gave her best friend a look. Bonnie rolled her eyes at the look. "Come on Elena, you never go to the gym."

"I have my own little gym at home. I don't need to go anywhere if I want to work out."

"Oh come on!"

"You can come to my house or you can go alone, that's that." Elena poured some sugar into her coffee then grabbed a stirring stick and she left the kitchenette and went back to her little cubical. She sat down and slowly sipped her coffee.

Half an hour later, Bonnie came to the bullpen and called up the first woman who'd be going in for an interview. Things pretty much carried on in that manner for the rest of the day and since Elena had requested that she not be in the list, she hadn't been called to come in for an interview with the infamous bad boy Damon Salvatore. All day Elena had had to endure the gushing from the other women, hearing them going on and on about how gorgeous Damon was, and how sexy his smirk was and how beautiful his eyes were and blah, blah, blah, drowns!

Finally, five o'clock rolled by and Elena could finally go home. She packed her worn-out messenger bag then threw it over her shoulder. She grabbed her helmet and pulled out her keys then left the bullpen, rushing to the elevators which she knew were usually packed at five since everyone was rushing to get home or to the gym.

Elena hopped into a one of the packed elevators, squirming her way to the very back, trying to avoid the women that were still gushing over Damon Salvatore and his dreamy eyes. Elena had to roll her eyes at the women; they really needed to get lives.

The elevator finally got to the ground floor and Elena got out and walked out the building and to her baby. She hopped onto her bike, pulling her helmet on. "Hey baby, mommy missed you," Elena cooed as she started the engine. She let out a happy sigh as she let the sound of the engine roll over her. She revved it twice then took off.

Elena finally reached the house she and her brother loved in. they'd bought it together a couple of years prior in hopes of proving to their overprotective parents that they were old enough to do things on their own. Of course for a whole of the first years their parents had called and visited just to make sure they were okay until they finally gave in and allowed their children the freedom they need and deserved.

Elena reached the house and found a parked on the side of the road. Elena rolled her eyes as she parked her baby on the driveway. The car being there only meant one thing: Tyler was in the house. Elena hopped off her bike and pulled off her helmet. She walked up her porch and to the front door. She paused for a moment and heard the TV playing inside. She sighed as she pulled out her keys and opened the door.

Elena pushed off her shoes and threw her keys into the bowl on the side of the door. She also pulled off her bag, hanging it up along with her blazer. Once that was done she made her way the living room, humming a random tune. She spotted one of Jeremy's socks on the floor and made to pick it up when she heard a gasp then, "Oh Ty" followed with a pleasured sigh. Elena looked up and found her brother and his boyfriend busy on the couch.

"Oh come on!" she complained loudly.

The boys on the couch jumped in surprised, Tyler landing on the floor after gasping a, "Fuck, Elena". The dark skinned man quickly grabbed a pillow and covered his dangly bits while Jeremy did the same while still on the couch.

"Are you two being serious right now? I thought we had a rule about this!"

"Sorry sis," Jeremy said, blushing furiously. "I thought you were going to the gym with Bonnie."

"That is not an excuse to do this…" Elena waved her hand around, trying to indicate what the boys had been doing; "…in the living room. What if I'd come here with someone?"

"Like who? Bonnie?"

"Funny! Just… go to your room and do this. No in the living room." Elena picked up the boys jeans and threw them at them before disappearing to the kitchen sighing. She opened the fridge and grabbed a Snapple.

"Tyler made pasta," Jeremy said from the entrance of the kitchen. "We put yours in the warmer for you."

"Thanks." Elena went to the warmer and got her supper. She grabbed a fork from the cutlery bowl by the sink then made her way to the living room. She plunked herself down on the couch and grabbed the remote, switching to one of the sports channels.

"Aren't you going to change?"

"No, I'll change after, I'm starving." Jeremy shook his head.

"And mom and dad still wonder why you don't get a date."

"I don't get dates because I don't want them."

"You don't get dates because you're… ew."

"I am not 'ew', I am me."

"Sure thing Elena. If that's what you want to believe."

"Just shut it!" Elena began eating her dinner as she shouted at the screen as one of her favourite players got tackled. Jeremy just shook his head as he grabbed the rest of his clothes and led Tyler out the room.

Once her dinner was finished and the game was over, Elena got up and went to put her plate in the dishwasher. When she was done she switched the lights off in the kitchen then went back to the living room. After surfing through the channels for something good to watch, Elena gave up and decided to head to bed.

The woman passed her brothers room, and paused for a moment, waiting for any sounds but heard none. She drew in a breath and peaked in and found the boys spooning under the covers of the bed, fast asleep. Elena switched off the lights then left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her and went into her own room.

Pulling off her clothes and throwing them on the single couch at the corner of the room. She grabbed her pyjamas – a pair of large cotton pants and an even larger t-shirt – then headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Once that was done she climbed into bed. She grabbed her book off the side table and continued to read until she got to a point where sleep was winning. Dropping her book on the side table, she shimmied deeper into her warm covers and was soon fast asleep.

Morning came too soon in Elena's opinion. She hated having to wake up, but she forced herself to even though she really didn't want to. She was always the last person to get to work, but everyone had long gotten over it because really, old habits die hard. So with heavy feet, Elena dragged herself out of bed and into her bathroom. She pulled off her pyjamas then hopped into the shower where she washed her hair and body.

With that compete the brunette got out the shower and wrapped her hair in a towel to dry while she went back to her room to put on her clothes. She hummed some silly song she used to sing to annoy her brother as she pulled on another of her dude outfits (as called by her mother and best friend). Dressed, haired dried and teeth brushed, Elena headed downstairs to get some breakfast.

She walked into the kitchen and found Tyler by the stove, making pancakes. The guy was a whiz in the kitchen, he was one of the best chef's in the country and was in high demand all over the world; Elena was grateful that her cute – and highly annoying at times – baby brother had ended up being the lucky guy who got himself a date with the otherwise snobby chef.

"Good morning," Tyler greeted while expertly flipping a pancake.

"Morning," Elena replied siting at the island in front of a plate. She grabbed a few pancakes and put them on her plate. "Where's Jere?" the woman asked as she stuffed her face with the delicious fluffy pancakes her brother's boyfriend had made. "Damn these are good. New recipe?"

"At least one of you has working taste buds." Obviously he wouldn't say thank you, he already knew his pancakes were delicious; otherwise he wouldn't be the best, well at least that was Elena's reasoning anyway.

"Jeremy couldn't tell?"

"He's clueless. I wonder why I bother letting him try my foods sometimes." Tyler shook his head as he made more of his pancakes. Elena continued to attack her pancakes, loving every single one of the different flavoured pancakes. "As much as I love the fact that you're enjoying those, you need to get to work or you'll be really late."

"Right!" Elena gulped down the glass of orange juice Tyler had poured for her. "This was really good. Thank Tyler." She kissed the chef's cheek and rushed out the kitchen before he could comment. Elena pulled on her fuck ugly shoes and grabbed her satchel and blazer, pulling them on as she grabbed her keys. She walked to her baby. Straddling the bike she pulled on her helmet, fixed her bag over her shoulder then started the bike and was off in moments.

Riding her bike always left Elena exhilarated and ready for action. She always felt hyped after a ride, whether it was a ride for fun or a ride to work, it didn't matter. Just riding her baby felt good, it made her feel free.

Reaching work, Elena parked at her usual spot. She saw an unfamiliar car parked beside her spot – it was a cherry red Mini Copper. She didn't bother to analyse the thing, it just didn't hold any interest to her. She hopped off her bike and made her way to the building. Hopping onto the elevator she pressed the button for her floor and rode out the elevator, humming along with the elevator music. The door tinged open and she stepped into her floor and made her way to her bullpen. It was uncharacteristically quiet.

A note in Bonnie's handwriting was left on her desk. In the briefing room, picking a girl :).

Elena scrunched up the note and dumped it in the trashcan as she made her way to the briefing room where all the other employees of her department were gathered. As she got closer she heard loud hooting and catcalls and she could only guess what was going on in there.

"Ow Miss Donovan, looking good!" Elena heard one of the guys call as she stepped into the room. She easily manoeuvred to the front where she took her usual seat and looked up at the overhead. She found that they were in Vicki's Facebook going through her pictures. The one on the screen was one with Vicki in a bikini at the beach.

"Shut up Elberton!" Vicki said, though she was smiling widely at the compliments that were coming her way. Vicki looked around the room and spotted Elena and her smile turned from smug bitch to evil smug bitch. "I have someone we can look for!" she said loudly so everyone heard. Vicki made her way to the computer. "Freeze it Bonnie, this one's a surprise!" bonnie did as asked though somewhat reluctantly. Vicki quickly typed on the computer then waited for a few moments. She pressed a few buttons and after a while turned to Bonnie and nodded her head.

"Who is it?" one of the guys asked.

"I said it's a surprise!" Vicki called back. "Okay Bonnie, go ahead!" bonnie pressed the button on her remote to unfreeze the screen and a picture of Elena with chunky braces and really bad hair, working bags under her eyes and skin an unhealthy yellow colour popped up. It was one of the worst pictures Jeremy had ever taken of her. It had been a bad morning for her.

"Aah, turn it off!" Elberton shouted and everyone laughed. Elena glared at Vicki then at the annoying man who'd commented.

"Wow Elena, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse," Vicki said shaking her head. Elena said nothing and just stared at the bitch wishing she could kick her ass but choosing not to.

"I've seen better pictures of her," Bonnie tried to defend her friend as she could see the girl was plotting revenge. "Really good pictures. Her brother has them." Bonnie typed in Jeremy's name on the search then went to his pictures. She scrolled down quickly. "Ah, here it is. He took this picture of her last year when their family went to the Caribbean." Bonnie clicked on the picture.

The picture came onto the screen showing Elena dressed in a blue boob-tube bikini. In the picture she was posing, hands on her hips, huge smile on her face and her hair was windblown; her sun kissed skin giving off a natural glow, and showing off her curvaceous body that nobody in the room but Bonnie knew she posed.

"Damn Gilbert, why the hell are hiding that?" one of the guys asked, looking from frumpy Elena they knew to supermodel Elena on the screen. Bonnie smirked as she clicked the next and another picture loaded this one of Elena and Jeremy lying on beach chairs, Jeremy was wearing a pair of beach shorts. They were both smiling up at the camera looking like they were in a photo-shoot.

Once again Bonnie clicked on next and this time it was showed Elena in a short purple beach dress with Jeremy in a different pair of beach shorts and with a tight t-shirt on. This time they weren't smiling at the camera but instead were laughing at something while holding glasses of champagne. Another picture followed, this time of Elena with her dad. She had her hand around his waist while his was around her shoulder and they were smiling brightly at the camera. Then one with Elena and her mom, then another with Elena kissing Jeremy's cheek, another with Jeremy kissing Elena's cheek then came another of Elena in a bikini, posing and smiling at the camera.

"Perfect!" a girly voice said. Everyone turned to the door and saw a blonde dressed in expensive wear stood at the door, smiling brightly. "Who is she? I don't remember seeing her yesterday."

"Elena Gilbert," Bonnie said.

"I like her. She's perfect."

"That's because you haven't seen the uncut version," Vicki snide. Elena glared at the woman but said nothing.

"I want to meet her." The blonde looked at the name. "Elena Gilbert… hmm… it's cute. Where is she?" everyone cleared a path for the blonde that led her directly to Elena. Elena got up with a sigh and turned to look at the newcomer. "Bwoo-ah!" the blonde exclaimed as she caught Elena's outfit. Sniggers followed. The blonde cleared her throat. "Hi, I'm Caroline Forbes-Salvatore. I'm Stefan's wife." The blonde held out a perfectly manicured hand. Elena shook the hand somewhat reluctantly, trying to hide her chewed fingernails. "Bonnie!"

"Yep," the dark skinned girl replied once she'd switched off the overheard.

"This is our girl. She needs a lot of work but I'm up for the challenge. We'll make her into the girl in the pictures one way or another. Give her all my details and give me hers."

"Of course."

"I'll see you both at Alaric's office." Caroline turned on her heels and walked out the room as though she were walking down a runway. Bonnie followed after, giving Elena the thumbs up. Everyone had fallen quiet and when Bonnie left, they all dispersed, walking out the briefing room while muttering about what had just happened and about what they'd just seen.

Elena was the only one left in the room. She was still in a bit of shock, still trying to figure out what had just happened. After another moment of just standing there like an idiot, Elena snapped out of her shock and she shook her head. Not only was she going to kill Bonnie for this, but she was also going to kill Jeremy for putting up those pictures in the first place.

Elena let out a long sigh as she stepped out the briefing room and made her way to Alaric Saltzman's office where she knew she was expected to be.

TBC

First chapter :)). It's not an amazing hit, but it's something right? Hope you like :))

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