“You always have it all figured out, don’t you?” That part of Caroline never seemed to change over the years. “How’s everything going with the school?”

"And what about the gas leak.... that good for business?" She laughed slightly, knowing a cover story when she heard one, and given he seemed clearly unphased by it, she had a feeling he knew that it wasn't real. Otherwise who wouldn't be scared about their health after all that. "Still seems like a pretty small place for a college and a boarding school," she said with a relaxed shrug. But that just seemed to be normal for everyone there.

“Right, that, well it’ll be fine.” Damon shrugged, wondering if she knew it wasn’t real. “The schools are very picky about who they accept.”

"Damon.." She whispered, flashbacks playing through her mind, just like they have been since she woke up. "Stay away from me." She added, taking a few steps back.

“Hey…” Damon held up his hands, trying to say he wasn’t going to hurt her. Although, her reaction was as valid. “I’m not going to hurt you, I know this all confusing. I’m human now… I’m not going to hurt you.” He repeated.

“All fun and games until it rains.” Damon gave a smirk taking a seat in front of her.

The last thing that Sarah remembers is waking up in peace.. and now here she is, back in the real world? With no way of knowing how it happened or who did it? "Come on." She groaned in frustration. Now she knew she had to be on gaurd. "How did this even happen?" @fallsstarters

“Sarah?” Damon stopped in his tracks at the sight of her. “That’s… that’s a great question.”

"Damon," she said, looking at the other for a moment. Caroline's exes brother, or her brother-in-law, or her best friends husband. It's all unclear. Apart from the mixed feelings Caroline seemed to have for the main. "I just got here. Though so did alot of people, it seems."

Damon nodded. “The town’s population has grown in the past week. I’m sure it’ll be great for business for the grill.”

"I haven't even started my new job and my savings is limited. I think I'll just have to make do," she said, turning back towards Damon. It felt weird to be here, actually face to face with him after all this time. Of course they kept up with calls and texts, probably more than she kept up with anyone else. But in person, that little spark was so much more noticable and hard to ignore. "You know Shay is already asking to come see Uncle Damon's house. She thinks you're fun."

“That’s not what I asked.” He shot her look, one that said ‘if you need something, I’ll get it for you.’ The way he felt about the witch had been complicated for a while now, but the one thing he did now was his need to make sure she was okay. He smirked. “Of course she thinks I’m fun. She can come anytime.”

“Daphne?” Damon recognized the girl as Caroline’s step sister. “I didn’t know you were in town.”

"Sorry but stains are now a part of every article of clothing I have. Everyone forgot to mention when you had a toddler, they will make you their canvas constantly." At this point, it was pointless to even say no to her. Somehow it still ended up everywhere. "Pretty sure this one was her attempt at doing the ketchup herself or trying to paint an apple." @fallsstarters

“Do I need to take you shopping?” Damon asked as he causally took a seat in the chair, crossing his feet and resting them on the coffee table.

“Kind of like me with bourbon.” Damon said simply. He had to laugh to himself, of course he had quite a few stories of the town, but most weren’t stranger friendly. “My ancestors are some of the so called founding families.”

"I'm just giving you a reason to not do it alone," Bonnie declared, flinching as a group of people passed by. It was too loud, too much after the limited population of the time pocket. She stepped closer to Damon, to the peace that she tended to feel in his presence.

Damon noticed her flinch, he raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it, not outright. “How are you doing?” He asked softly, handing over the bottle.

“Exactly.” Damon said point the bottle at her before grabbing two glasses. “I like the way you think.” He handed her a glass before taking a sip of his own.

"More like how?" She asked, looking around them at the city. She wasn't unfamiliar with New Orleans but it seemed like an odd place to be sent after being in Mystic Falls for so long.

“Clearly something supernatural sent us back. I am much more worried about the why, and considering you’re a first born also, well, this might end very badly for us.”

“I’m sure it could be worse.” He smirked before taking another drink. “It’s New Orleans, there has to be a bar around here somewhere.”

❝ Because it will all come back to you when you have stopped drinking ❞ Chris shrugged, frowned ❝ Sooner or later you have to face whatever is on your mind ❞

“Not if I just keep drinking forever.” Damon suggested. It was easier than thinking about the fact they were back in the real world, better than thinking about dying.