A/N: I'm glad I've made it this far, hope you enjoy and please review!

Bloodlines (1x11)

Caroline stared at the approaching feet as they drew closer and closer. This was really the end-she looked at them and screamed as the figure's feet came to a stop.
"Nooooooo!" She let out, thrashing in panic.
The dark figure began to crouch down in front of her, hand going out to reach for her. Then, he was suddenly running off in super-vamp mode.

What...

Caroline moved her throbbing head forward, eyes narrowed. Searching for any sign of the man. She was being to wonder if she was seeing things or if fate was actually being kind to her.

Why did he leave?

Suddenly, Damon's face was peering in through the upside down window at her, a look of...concern on his face. She jumped back slightly in surprise at the sudden appearance. Letting out a shriek of panic before realizing it was him.

Damon...thank god!

"How are you doing in there?" He asked with a touch of worry in his voice as he looked up at her.
She was upside down, her body twisted in pain with a bitter taste in her mouth. Blood.
"Damon," she moaned, voice hoarse, body aching.
"It looks stuck." the Salvatore informed. Talking more to himself than her as he stood up to examine the vehicle. Though she was glad he telling her something. It sucked feeling helpless.
"Its my seat belt," Caroline said as she grabbed for her restraint, jerking at it insanely. If she could just get out of it she knew she'd be okay.
He attempted to lift the car, so that he could turn it and free the blond, but when it would not budge he dropped back down to his knees so that he was eye level with her.
"I'm going to get you out of here," He said with such conviction that the blond felt a bit harsh for the way she'd been treating him. Even though he deserved it. Here he was playing knight in shining armor and she'd been a...well a bitch to him.
"I want you to put your hands on the roof."
Caroline did as she was told. Ignoring the pain that shot through her right forearm as she did so.
"Just like that. Ready?" He whispered as he counted slowly.

1...2...3...

His hand went to her seat belt and he yanked it. Freeing her from confines.
Before her body could crash into the shards of glass from the window shield beneath her Damon's arms shot out and caught her as gently as he could.
"I got you." He whispered as he pulled her out through her window.
"You okay?" He asked, staring down at her fragile body in his arms as he stood up. "Can you stand?"
The blond gave a mumbled reply. Unable to formulate words. She was disoriented with an ache in her arm and head.
"Is anything broken?" Damon tried again.
She shook her head as best she could. She was sure her arm wasn't broken-just terribly bruised.
He set her down on her feet. Hands never leaving her as he looked over her with much attention. The blond felt her legs give out from under her but before she fell to the ground in one big heap Damon's arms caught her-yet again.
"Whoa," he exclaimed as he cradled the girl in his arms. "You're fading fast Caroline." Damon informed her as he ran his hand through her blond hair.

You are a mess, Caroline...

"Caroline...look at me...focus," he spoke softly as he cupped her chin. Guiding her face to look at him. "Look at me."
Caroline remained silent as he continued to affirm that she was okay. Suddenly she could hold in what had been flowing in and out of her mind.
"She looks like her..."
"What?" Damon inquired. Confused at what the blond was trying to say. Searching her eyes for some kind of meaning.

Maybe she hit her head worse than I thought.

Before she could continue her eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out.
The Salvatore stared down at her lovingly as he stroked her hair back. His head shot up and he looked around before hoisting the girl more into his arms.
"Upsy daisy."

"Look Damon, nobody knows where I am..." Caroline began as she stared at him. Trying hard not to think about the fact that he had basically saved her life. Because that meant there were some actual redeeming qualities about him. "We should really just go back."
"We're almost there." He assured her, a halfhearted smirk on his face.
"And where exactly is there?" the blond shot back.
"A little place outside of Atlanta." Damon informed her. "Oh come on Caroline...you don't really want to go back right now? Do you?"
He asked rhetorically as he closed the gap between them, bodies inches away from touching. "What's the rush?"

As much as she wanted to smack him for invading her personal space another part of her wanted to just reach out and grab him...plant a kiss on him.

She rolled her eyes as she looked up at him.
"Trust me." He said, tone almost begging.
Caroline was conflicted. She really didn't want to go back and confront Stefan. And she really didn't want to spend the day with Damon. No matter how much she owed him.
She groaned as she turned around in thought. The latter wasn't the worse of the two. Besides, they had issues they needed to resolve.
She turned around swiftly, almost colliding with his chest.
"Am I going to be safe..." She asked before adding as an after thought, "with you?"
"Yes." He nodded his head.
"And do you promise not to use compulsion on me?" She continued, remembering the necklace she'd left behind at Stefan's.
"Yes." He promised.
"Can I trust you?" She asked lastly. Looking at him with complete expectancy. There was a time when she thought she didn't even have to ask that. She just knew.
He cocked his head to the side as he replied.
"Get in the car."
She really did hope she could trust him again.
"Come on."

Caroline glanced over at Damon, who sat strumming his fingers against the steering wheel in time to the unfamiliar song playing on the radio.
"So...where's my car?" she finally asked. Frustrated with the awkward silence surrounding them. Things had never been this quiet between them...why should they be now?
"Oh, I pulled it off to the side of the road." He informed her, before sparing her a glance. "I don't think anyone will bother it."
"What about that guy in the road?" the blond squeezed her eyes close, trying to forget about the unbending of bones in his body. And then an idea came to her, "...wait...was he a..."
"From what I could tell," Damon frowned, "yeah."
"And you didn't know him?" Caroline found it hard to believe that Damon wouldn't know the guy who'd tried to kill her. A moment later she felt bad about thinking that. He had saved her after all.
"If I've never met him I wouldn't know him." he said, putting in, "...I mean it's not like we all hang out together at...the Vampire Bar and Grill."
The girl rolled her eyes but played dumb.
Damon edged the car onto the side of an empty parking lot. Out in front of a building with a banner with Bree's Bar.
The Salvatore cut off the gas.
"Where are we?" Caroline asked as her kidnapper opened his car door, climbed out, and closed it behind him. The blond followed suit.
"Damon, a bar? Really?" She crossed her arms and starred at him expectantly.
Stefan wouldn't have taken her to a bar after she'd been in a car wreck. He would have taken her home and made sure she stayed in bed for at least a week. Why? Because he cared about her.

Do not think about Stefan Care! You were only together for like five minutes!

He slid his icy blue-eyed gaze her way, holding out a hand.
"Come on."
She blew out a breath, then made her way toward him, pushing past him until she reached the entrance of the bar.
She looked over her shoulder as she opened the door to see him missing. When she turned her attention back to the inside of the bar-surprise, surprise! There he was. A strangely sincere smile on his face as he approached the barkeep.
A beautiful African American woman, who, looked up as he came to a stop with a look of shook.
"No, no it can't be," she exclaimed in stunned excitement. "Damon."
As the blond came up behind the Salvatore the Amazon of a women climbed up over the bar top and slid down to meet them-well, mostly Damon.
"Oh," she said with a wide grin on her face as she looked him up and down like a hungry mama bear. "My honey pie. Hmmm."
She grabbed a hold of the back of the neck and pulled him toward her lips.

Honey...pie? He brought me to see an ex...

As the two pulled away Caroline looked between them. He'd never kissed her like that.

Wait! Am I jealous?

One ring. Two rings.
"Caroline, is that you?" Stefan's worried voice asked the second she finally decided to answer her phone. She'd slipped out of the bar the moment Damon and Bree began reminiscing about the good o'l days.
"Yeah, it's me." She said, tone business like. Just because she thought Stefan would be taking better care of her she still didn't want to talk to him. Not after learning the truth.
"Where are you?" He asked.
"Does it even matter, Stefan?" Caroline she muttered. Mentally rolling her eyes at the Salvatore.
"Not until I explain. Please." He begged. "Just tell me where you are so that I can come get you."
"How is Elena connected to Katherine, Stefan." It really wasn't any of her business but Elena was her friend. She needed to know.
"I-I honestly don't know."
She scoffed. How could he not know?
"And I'm supposed to just believe you?" She couldn't believe that he didn't know. Nor Damon. They had to know something.
"It's the truth. I-listen..."
She hung up before he could finish. Taking a deep breath before turning to head back inside. As she turned she came face-to-face with Damon. Who wore a concerned expression.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Don't pretend that you actually care Damon." She spat out. Trying not to feel bad about the hurt on his face. "I know my feelings never mattered to you." He frowned. Giving her a look very unfamiliar to her. "Yes...they do."

"Say that Elena is a descendant of Katherine...does that make her part vampire?" The blond asked before scarfing down a fry.
Damon shook his head.
"Vampires can't procreate." He informed her, smirk grazing his face. "But we love to try."
The blond was finding a recurring theme going on with her eyes. A Salvatore would say something to her...and then they would automatically roll.

Weird.

"No...look-if they were related, it would mean that Katherine had a...child before she was turned."
"And Stefan thought that he could use Elena to...replace her?" She scoffed. "And when that didn't work he tried me?"
It was unbelievable the depths a guy would sink to. Alive or otherwise.
"It's kinds creepy if you ask me," Damon interjected. He was trying to ignore that last part of what she'd said. But it kept replaying over and over in his head.

Tried her for what?

Caroline shook her head in distaste as she stared down at her plate in thought.
"Come on. You don't like pickles? What's wrong with you?" Damon joked as he snatched them up from her plate.
A dislike for pickles was one thing she shared with Elena. Probably the only thing.
"How can you even eat?" The blond asked after a moment a thought. Leaning in closer to avoid listening ears. "Technically you're..."
"Dead," he finished for her in an exaggerated whisper. "Its not such a bad word. As long as I keep a healthy diet of...blood in my system...my body functions pretty normally."
Caroline laughed at that. She knew all too well how true that was.

Oh...bad thoughts Care, bad thoughts...

"This little nice act..." Caroline spoke up, skin beginning to itch with the urge to reach out to him. "Is any of it real? Was it ever real?"
He paused, craning his neck to stare at her. Expression hard to decipher.
"Here you go." Bree's voice cut the moment short. And Damon turned his attention to the new bottle of beer she'd put before them, giving him a smirk.
It was really annoying Caroline.
"I'll have one, too," She said. Catching the older woman's attention. The woman looked her up and down before shrugging.
Uncapping a beer and sliding it her way.
The blond picked it up, looking to Damon who wore a ghost of a smile. Tapping the tips of their beers together Caroline brought the nozzle to her lips. Downing it as the Salvatore watched on.

"Ready?" Bree asked, hand twitching over her shot glass. "Go!"
Caroline lifted her own glass to her lips, downing the bitter contents within. Before setting the newly empty glass down.
She clapped her hands in excitement.
"That would be three-Mr. Salvatore. Another round Bree." She beamed at Damon who's eyes never left her.
"Alright. Here we go." The woman said as she poured more shots. Nodding her head toward Damon to the man who sat on the other side of the bar. Watching her.

"Damon, no!" Caroline exclaimed as she saw the Salvatore headed her way. Then a force knocked him down. It was the guy that had taken her. She rushed down the ladder as the man began landing swings on Damon with what looked like a long steal pipe.
"Ow, what the hell." He groaned. The man moved so fast he was suddenly pouring gasoline over Damon.
"Nooo!" Caroline screamed, stopping in her tracks when the man turned to face her. Vamped out. He then turned his attention back to dousing Damon in flammable liquid.
"Who are you?" Damon growled out in pain.
"That's perfect." The man said, sarcasm evident in his voice. "You have no idea."
"What are you talking about?" Caroline screamed out in frustration. "What did he do?"
She didn't want anyone to hurt Damon. She cared about him. A lot.
The man looked over his shoulder.
"He killed my girlfriend."
The blond's face fell as he turned back to pouring.
"What did she do to you?" He asked, louder the second time. "What did she do to you?"
Damon looked up at him. Understanding evident on his face.
"Nothing."
"I really don't understand." Caroline spoke up, confused.
"My girlfriend went to visit Stefan," he informed her. "And Damon killed her. Got it?"
The girl couldn't believe it.

What? Lexi...

"Lexi? Lexi was your girlfriend," Caroline gathered. Trying to recall everything about the Stefan's blond friend. "Lexi told me about you. She said...you were human."
He stared at her. Sadness clouding his face.
"I was." He said. Looking back down at Damon. Pulling a lighter out of his pocket.
Caroline swallowed a gasp at the sight.
"Lexi turned you?"
"If you wanna be with someone forever...you have to live forever."
Caroline looked down at Damon, who looked weak and fragile. She hated seeing anyone like that-especially Damon because it was so unlike him.
The man sent another kick to his face.
"She loved you." Caroline shouted. Trying her best to keep calm. "She said that when it's real you can't walk away."
"Well, that's a twist you're not going to have to make." He growled out.
"Don't," She pleaded as he went back to Damon. "Please, don't hurt him."
He struck the match.
"I'm doing you a favor."
Caroline's widened eyes went to Damon.
"Lexi loved you. And she was good. And that means your good, too," the blond said as he turned to stare at her. "Be better then him. Don't do this...I'm begging you."
Her eyes were red and puffy as she added, "Please."
He looked down at Damon, pulling him to his feet before tossing him into a wall across the way.
"Thank you."
"It wasn't for you." He got out before disappearing.
Caroline took a breath before running for the heap that was Damon's body.
"Oh, no no no,"she murmured as she rested his head in her lap. "Damon, are you okay?"
She stroked the side of his cheek as he stared up at her.
"Never been better." He said with a broken grin. Wincing at the facial exercise.
"Oh, thank god," Caroline exclaimed, pulling him into a hug.
What she really wanted to do was kiss him...she did love him after all.

Oh, god! I still loved him...

"So...why did you bring me with you?" Caroline asked Damon as they made the drive back to Mystic Falls.
"Well, you're not the worst company in the world Caroline," He answered truthfully.

That award went to Elena.

Caroline spared him a side long glance. Pout on her face before it reformed into a smile.
"You should really give yourself more credit."
"Okay, Damon. Now, the truth." She said, avoiding any romantic thoughts related to him from formulating in her head.
"You were there in the road...all damsel in distress-like...and I knew it would piss off Stefan..."
Caroline smiled at that. Even though thinking about Stefan was not a very pleasant thing at the moment. It still felt good to hear he'd be mad.
"...and-and you're not the worst company in the world, Caroline."
She gazed-stared-at him, getting lost in his eyes before remembering one important fact. They weren't dating anymore. So, she broke eye contact. Resting her head against the headrest, looking straight ahead.
"You know...I saved your life." She mused. Last nights events playing in her head.
He smirked. "I know...thank you." Her lips quirked into a smile. That was the first time he'd thanked her for something. "Anytime." Caroline beamed as she stared out the window, unable to contain her happiness.

Caroline watched Stefan at his desk for a moment before announcing her presence. Even though it was obvious from his stillness he knew she was there.
"Hey." She greeted as she finally crossed the threshold into his room. The room that held a bad memory she really wanted to forget.
"Hey." He said as he stood up. Wishing to cross the room and pull her into his arms. But, he knew she had the reigns. If anything was going to happen she'd let him know.
"You really could have told me Stefan." Truth be told he could have. It wasn't the weirdest thing she'd learned.
If he had told her she wouldn't have felt the insecurities that she did-well maybe she would have but...
"I wanted to tell you." And he had. But he hadn't even told Elena, though she didn't even know about him being a vampire.
"I can handle the truth Stefan...as crazy as it is." She said. "I can handle the fact that you and Damon are vampires. And that my best friend is a witch. I can accept the world for all it's mysterious wonders...but this, I cannot accept. What am I to you? I'm I a replacement for Elena? Katherine?"
"You are not Katherine...and you are not Elena. You're completely different from them."
Caroline frowned. Raising an eyebrow as she approached him.
"And when did you figure that one out?" She inquired as she paced in front of him. Arms crossed over her chest. "When we became friends? When we kissed?"
He stared down at his feet, before responding.
"I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you. I wanted to."
"Why does Elena look like her?" She asked. Staring at him intently.
"It didn't make any sense to me...Elena's a Gilbert. Katherine's a Pierce. And then I learned the truth...Elena's adopted."
Caroline was shocked. This would kill the brunette if she found out. Worse then that, having kissed Stefan could ruin her friendship with Elena. Even though the girl had given her her blessing she should not have let it happen.
"Stefan...I think it would be best if we just remained friends..." She cut him off before he could interrupt, pressing a finger to his lips. "At least until you're sure of what you really want."
His look pleaded with her but he nodded in agreement. She gave a soft smile before extending a hand out.
"Friends?"
He stared down at her hand for a moment before accepting it.
"Friends." The blond pushed the image of their kiss to the back of her mind. She could not allow herself to break their reformed friendship.

Its better this way.

A second too long of hand holding and Caroline pulled hers away. Pushing a loose blond strand back behind her lobe as the Salvatore pulled something out of his pocket. Confused at first she watched as he dangled the delicate chain of her necklace before her. The small heart catching her eye. She looked up at him with a growing smile before taking it from him. "I'll see you later Stefan." Caroline sighed as she rolled the thin chain between her fingers. "And...you should really talk to Elena."

A/N 2: Next epi will have Caroline/Damon and maybe Caroline/Stefan/Elena? And stalker vampire mode...Oh! And Bonbon! Also I am working on bday one-shot fics for both Daroline and Steroline. When I post it it will be under Saints x Sinners...can you figure out which couple is Saints and which couple is Sinners?