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In other words, we all know we don't anything TVD, we all wish we did...down to every last snarky comment (insert eye-thing and sexy smirk here)

Welcome to Twisted Switch...

This story sprang from a simple idea; what would happen if Elena and Katherine switched bodies? They would look the same, but Elena would now be a vampire and Katherine would be human again. At first it seemed silly, but we get to explore what Elena might be like if she were ever turned, without her actually having to turn. And what about Katherine? The only reason she ever became a vampire was to escape Klaus' sacrifice.

As with most stories, this one starts out with a spell. Trying to protect Elena from Klaus, Bonnie sets out to cast a spell without realizing the consequences of what it would mean to keep Elena safe. Delena-centric; rated M language now, and lemony-freshness later.

A/N; I always get nervous when I open a story and there is no author's note... I try to keep it as canon as possible, fan fic too out of character gives me hives... Happy Reading!

This first chapter takes place at the end of Homecoming, 3x9. Bare with the story, because the first few chapters are all about rewriting history. I also love to explore what could-a, should-a happened. So...take a trip down memory lane and see what would unfold if there had been some kiss action that night in the Salvatore living room.

Twisted Switch

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. ~William Faulkner

Chapter One: Time Standing Still

"How did this happen?" exclaimed an emotional Elena. Her earlier feelings of relief and happiness at the fact that Damon had returned to the boarding house safe, and alive, were now being replaced with feelings of confusion and anxiety.

Damon was furious. Although this wasn't anything like the unpredictable furious he usually displayed. This was different. This was a hurtful furious. A defeated furious. An anger from someone who's last flicker of hope had just been extinguished.

"We thought of everything, Elena! Klaus having hybrids! Mikael turning on us! We brought in Katherine so you weren't in danger! Anything that could have gone wrong, we were prepared!" He downed his drink savagely and poured himself another.

"I don't understand. Stefan wanted Klaus dead. More than anything. That's what we were counting on." More confusion flooded her mind as she was starting to comprehend just what Damon was telling her.

They were both feeling the hot sting of betrayal, and loss. Stefan had made an unbelievable choice to double-cross them and save Klaus' life. An unreadable pain danced in Damon's clear blue eyes. "We blew it," he said bitterly, looking into the fire.

"Where's Katherine?"

"She ran for the hills, like usual. The minute things got bad! And who blames her? Klaus would've crushed her." Damon paused and walked around to her, "I had him, Elena." He was so angry that she thought tears might spill from his eyes. "I had Klaus! This could have all been over!" Damon threw the bottle of alcohol into the fireplace. He watched as the fire roared then settled again, as if it was mimicking his emotions.

"Hey. Damon. Hey!" Elena tried to grab his arm to turn him towards her, but he pulled away still staring at the fire. This didn't stop her. More determined, she grabbed his face with both her hands and swung him around with as much force as she could gather.

Damon finally gave up, and fell into her fiery gaze. "Listen to me." As she spoke, the hurt started to consume his face, pushing all the other emotions away. "We'll survive this. We always survive. Trust me."

"We're never getting Stefan back. You know that, don't you?"

It was then that Elena realized that Damon had been hanging on harder than her, and that the painful loss of his brother was just starting to sink in. "Then we'll let him go. Okay? We'll have to let him go." As the words escaped her lips, she knew that she had already let Stefan go. She didn't know when it had happened, but it had happened.

Damon nodded his head. His feelings were twisted up with torturous thoughts. He felt so defeated. Damon was enraged at his brother for his treason, hurt for him running off and leaving, but Elena was holding his face in her hands. It was hard to fight the growing need for comfort he was feeling. He wanted to kiss her. He always wanted to kiss her.

Almost as if she was reading his mind, Elena looked into his eyes, past the pain, and saw the want in them. She started to slightly lean into him. All she wanted to do was take his hurt away. Elena was acutely aware of how close they now were. She lowered her gaze to his lips, and stared at them until he whispered her name, "Elena..."

She felt that he was starting to pull away, so she held his face more firmly. She wasn't letting him go. He started to protest, "Elena-" but she cut him off.

"Shh. Damon, don't say anything," and with that his world exploded.

Elena pulled him close and found his lips with hers. Damon felt a moment of awe, before melting into her kiss. His hands glided up to cradle her angelic face. She gently let her hands move to the back of his neck. They kissed softly, lightly. A moment later, they pulled away, searching into each others eyes. "Damon...I think I should go."

He gave her a half smile and shook his head, "Yeah..." He took a heavy breath, "Goodnight, Elena." He pulled his hands away from her face.

She sighed, and let go in return, "Goodnight, Damon."