Hello, my readers. I was not entirely pleased with the mid-season finale of TVD ergo this story came into my head. It's just short multi-chapter with a happy ending based on friendship. I hope you like it. On with the show…

Chapter 1: Not Alone for the Holidays

Matt Donavon was rarely credited with thinking. If he was honest, he'd admit that he hadn't exactly done anything to correct that assumption. It was just easier to not have to be the one who people expected to figure out how to solve the newest crisis. He supposed that kind of made him the Xander Harris of his own Scoobie gang, a role that would not ordinarily bother Matt. But today was Christmas and he had been kidnapped by one of the resident psychos that ran around and within Mystic Falls. This meant he had to save himself. Maybe.

In order to save himself Matt had to figure out what it was that Enzo really wanted from him. From the time that Matt had begun to deal with the various villains that seemed to appear at an ever increasing rate for the past three years, or that at least that he was aware of, he had come to know that they rarely stated their reasons as plainly as Enzo had. So Matt just had to figure out what Enzo's real angle was. If only he knew what to ask first.

"Hey, Enzo?" Matt called from inside the back of the truck.

Enzo slid the little window open and smirked at his prisoner. "Yes?"

"What is it that you really want? I mean I know that you're pissed at Stefan for treating Caroline like he has been and the whole thing where he killed you last year and all that, but really, hasn't everyone in our group tried to kill each other?" Waiting for a response, Matt felt his throat going dry when Enzo sat quietly for a moment.

"Matt, I know that you're just a washed up jock who doesn't really bother to think outside of the proverbial box that is called being a boring human but while I find someone better to talk to why don't you ponder this dilemma on your own?" Enzo inquired before slamming the window closed.

Matt sighed, at least Enzo hadn't taken his phone from him. Pulling it out, Matt began to look through the list of contacts, trying to decide who he could trust to try to help him out of this jam that he was in. He had quite a long list of people, many friends, no family 'cause they're dead. Not a cheerful thought during the holidays but he didn't feel that cheerful given the circumstances.

Seeing Bonnie's name, Matt felt a painful stab thinking about the fact that his friend, who he had known forever was in hell. Another depressing thought. Gee, he was racking those up quickly. And he wouldn't even be able to spend the rest of the day with his remaining friends. Then it dawned on Matt what Enzo's obsession with Stefan and his life was. It was so obvious. Matt wanted to smack himself for not getting it before. He was lonely. That's why he kidnapped him. Because that was the only way that he could have someone with him during this holiday.

Where in the hell were Damon and Caroline anyway? They could help get Matt out of this. Right? Except they were both occupied with the Bringing Bonnie Back plan, Caroline was probably decorating her entire dorm and Damon, no doubt, was attached to Elena. However, this was an emergency. They could find some time to help Matt. It's not like he asked them for favors all the time.

Beginning to text furiously in case Enzo decided to listen in, Matt hoped that Caroline would answer, and soon. He just hoped that she didn't call him back.

Caroline was sitting by her mother's bedside with her posture extremely straight. She refused to cry in case her mother opened her eyes and found her baby weeping like she was already gone. This was not right. You don't tell someone that their mother was going to die on Christmas. And why in the hell had her mother not told her in the first place? Did she think that Caroline could not handle the loss of another parent? Why not? After all that's all anybody in Mystic Falls seemed to do anymore, die and get sucked into hell.

Speaking of being sucked into hell… "Damon," Caroline whispered when she smelled the scent of bourbon in the air that Damon usually wore like cologne. Feeling his hand on her shoulder, she looked up with glassy eyes. It was odd that she found herself calling the vampire who had sired a friend since in spite of her inviting him to Friendsgiving they were still more friendemies. But Damon was her mother's friend. Damon had a right to know that Liz was sick.

"Hey, don't you even think about crying," Damon ordered. Walking away, he grabbed a chair and pulled it next to Caroline's. She leaned her head against his shoulder. Right now she just needed someone. Anyone would do. Although she could think of someone, that if she made one simple phone call, would no doubt be here with a cancer specialist to take a look at her mother…

"Is your phone vibrating, or are you happy to see me?" Damon inquired with that smirk that would ordinarily have her smacking him but she didn't have the energy to. Pulling out her phone, Caroline frowned. There was a text from Matt. Damon looked down at it. "Huh. I thought that Beavis was keeping an eye out for Malkazy. That's typical. Leave a boy to do a man's work," Damon muttered as he watched Liz sleep. "Looks like they gave Liz the good stuff."

"Damon," Caroline whispered as she stared at the phone, feeling slightly horrified.

The message read: Help! Enzo took me hostage and is seeking revenge on Stefan!

Damon peered at the screen, blinking for longer than Caroline would have liked before he looked her in the eye with raised eyebrows and one of his smarmy smiles. "Looks like it's a Thursday and Timmy's in the well. Again. Wonder what Enzo's pissed at Stef about this time. Hope little bro didn't try to run him over with my car on the way home. Huh. Don't recall blood or a bent render on it."

"Stefan fixed your car?" Caroline asked absently as she typed back to Matt. "Where are you?"

Matt replied almost instantly. "Not a clue. You'll have to ask Enzo. But please don't tell him that I told you. I don't want to die for Christmas."

Snatching the phone away, Damon smiled. "Why not, it's fun?" Handing it back to Caroline, he grinned when Caroline slapped his arm.

"Sorry, Matt, Damon is a jackass. I will call Enzo right now," Caroline announced aloud as Damon groaned while playing with the leg of Caroline's chair.

Ignoring Damon and calling Enzo, Caroline had to admit that she was relieved that someone was taking her mind off her mother's illness, even if it turned out to be for two minutes. "Hey, Enzo. Where are you?" Caroline asked in as cheerful a tone as possible.

"He bloody well told you that I have him didn't you, you sack of blood?" Enzo yelled at Matt with a happy tone.

"Enzo, please, don't hurt him. He's my friend. So the friend of my friend should be your friend," Caroline called into the phone.

"Yes. Yes, Gorgeous. But the problem is that that your logic, as entertaining as it is, is not going to get Matt out of this dilemma. You see, he tried to kill me earlier today by driving me over the border to Mystic Falls and I do not like it when people try to kill me. But I will say that I will not kill him. He's helping me," Enzo clarified as if this was supposed to make perfect sense. Seriously?

"Seriously, Enzo? Bring Matt home. Now!" Caroline demanded.

"Can't," Enzo replied curtly.

"And why not?" Caroline snapped back.

"Because we've run out of gas in the tank and are stuck camping until dawn," Enzo told her. "Besides I found a service station where I bought some chocolate and marshmallows. Probably not your idea of a traditional Christmas but I haven't really had one in long, long, long time," Enzo sighed. "Got to go."

Grinding her teeth together, Caroline looked at her phone. It was a good thing that she already had a problem that she couldn't solve to deal with right now or she would be on the open road, trying to find Matt and Enzo before they killed each other. "Okay. So that sounded odd. Let me try." Before Caroline could utter a response, Damon snatched away her phone and called Enzo.

"Gorgeous, miss me so soon?" Enzo inquired.

"Nope. But thanks for the compliment," Damon replied with a grin directed at Caroline who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Whatcha doin' there, buddy?"

"Nothing, mate. Thanks for calling," Enzo replied.

"Bullshit, Enzo. What's the deal? No one wants to have to spend the night with Matt. So what's going on?" Damon snapped into the phone.

"Your brother is hiding someone from you and I intend on finding that someone," Enzo retorted, causing Caroline to stare at Damon, feeling confused.

"Who is that?" Damon asked with his own look of not knowing what the hell Enzo was going on about.

"Turns out that there is another Salvatore, Damon," Enzo replied. "And I'm going to find her. If you'd like to join us on our little adventure then I can't say I'd be completely opposed… and if you could wrangle Caroline into the mix, I wouldn't stop you…"

"I can't," Caroline began to say when Damon slammed a hand over her mouth.

"She'd love to. Where are you?" Damon inquired with a glow in his eyes that made Caroline feel a little sick. "And what is the name of this other Salvatore?" he added with his lips pursed.

"We're in - Sarah. Sarah Salvatore," Enzo told him and Damon's eyebrows knit together. "According to her Facebook page, she's attending Duke University. We should be able to find out where she's living from their admissions records since she's probably gone home for the holidays like people do when they have homes and families and all that."

"We're on our way. Should be there in less than an hour if I speed," Damon said before hanging up and handing Caroline her phone. Taking her by the arm, he hoisted her to her feet. "And away we go."

"Damon. Get off," Caroline snapped at Damon, growling as he tightened his grip on her upper arm. "I have to stay."

"What? So you can watch you mom sleep? Trust me, she would want you to save Matt. Your mom is a hero. One of the white hats. And if she knew that you let Matt get killed because Enzo got an attack of the munchies then she would not be happy. Besides, do you really want to spend Christmas in a hospital room?" Damon watched Caroline's eyes drop to the floor. "I'll make sure you're back bright and early, during visiting hours, and then we can hang Christmas lights in here," he waved at the walls. "And make some of those annoying cards that talk. Hell, I'll dress up as Santa if you want."

"Fine. But if something happens to my mom while we're gone then I will never forgive you. And we have eternity," Caroline reminded him.

"I know," Damon replied as he led Caroline out of room. "If I don't, I won't forgive myself."

"So why aren't you with Elena?" Caroline inquired with a frown as they hurried down the hallway and toward the stairs.

"She stood me up," Damon replied with a shrug and a forced smile. "I was going to bed when you called."

"Oh," Caroline looked at Damon, feeling a pang of sympathy. Apparently she wasn't the only person scorned by their love choice in their little group this year. "No one should be alone on Christmas," she told him.

"No, they shouldn't. Guess we can call this Friendsmas," Damon declared as they walked outside into the lightly falling snow.

Inside the van that once belonged to the psycho, vampire hunter, Tripp, Enzo began to whistle as he flipped to a station that only played Christmas carols. "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth," Enzo sang as Matt groaned from the back which just encouraged Enzo to sing louder. Now that Damon and Caroline were on their way he felt ten times better than he had been feeling. Christmas could be such a dreary holiday when you didn't have your family or your mates. But this one would be different. Now Enzo would just have to find a proper way to thank Matt for his troubles, he was just happy that his plan had worked and the boy had done exactly as he had predicted. Humans, so easy to manipulate.

There should be about another chapter or two to this story because I'd like the last chapter to be posted on Tuesday of next week. That way you'll have a nice little Christmas FF stocking stuffer to read with a cup of cocoa.

Thanks for reading, faving, following and for reviewing.

Peace,

Jessica