A/N: So this is a plot bunny that's been running in my head for a while. Also, I ship them too. And I know there are many Other Side stories, but I wanted to write my own. I hope when season six starts they don't go with this idea *laughs*. Anyway hope you like it!

Groundhog Day

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Chapter 1: Aspirin

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There was a party at the Grill. It was spilling out in the streets. Shouting, laughter, head-banging. Loud, raucous music. And she knew exactly where Damon would be.

As Bonnie made her way through the throng of dancing people, she wondered how much longer of this non-stop partying she could take. Three weeks later and she needed a break, badly.

As she already suspected, Damon was dancing on the bar with several high school cheerleaders and the bartender herself. He was pouring a bottle of Bourbon down their throats and bras.

Bonnie slapped her forehead.

"Damon! Damon, get down from there! We need to talk!"

Damon flashed her a dazzling grin.

"Heeeey, look who joined the party! You need to come up here, Bon Bon!"

Bonnie groaned. He always called her Bon Bon when he was drunk.

"Do you know half those girls are underage?" she yelled back.

"Can't hear you, Judgy!"

"It's not cool, you jerk!"

But he was already drifting away from her. He had unbuttoned his shirt and the girls had started kissing his neck. Bonnie wanted to throw up. Times like these, she really missed her powers. It wasn't fair that he got to remain a vampire in the afterlife, but she somehow was barely fizzing out any magic.

And then, someone grabbed her legs and pulled her up into the air. She screamed.

Let's make the most of the night

Like we're gonna die young!

We're gonna die young!

Ke$ha's voice blared out of the speakers, making her head swim. Granted, that could have also been the room spinning with her. She struggled to get down again.

"Matt?" she cried over the music. "What the hell?!"

"Come on, Bon! You heard Damon! Just let go!"

The blue-eyed boy put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer.

"Oh my God, did he compel you too?!"

She probably should have predicted this. Damon had gotten more and more out of hand. Since each new day was the same, he had tried mixing it up. Compel one person here, one person there and soon the whole town was singing to his tune.

"No, I'm still wearing vervain," Matt assured her, taking out his bracelet. "I just think we should show those travelers we're not gonna go down easy! Give'em hell!"

His breath smelled of bear and cheap wine.

Bonnie exhaled in relief. Good, so it's not Damon's compelling. It's just a lot of booze.

She smiled gently and pried his hands away.

"Yeah, I have to go the bathroom. See you later."

She could hear Damon chanting "Shots! Shots! Shots!" as she made her way to the back of the bar.

The bathroom mirror was smudged with lipstick, beer and...okay, she didn't want to know. She stared at her bleary reflection. She looked tired. There were dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was lackluster. Her lips were chapped. Meanwhile, Damon was having the time of his undead life. Or so it seemed.

Three weeks ago, they had woken up in Mystic Falls like nothing had ever happened, like they had not even walked into the white light together.

At first they thought it was a dream, but they soon realized it was something much more sinister.

They were back in their town, but they were reliving the last day of their lives. Mystic Falls was packed with travelers, Stefan was on The Other Side, Elena and Caroline were desperately trying to get Liv and her brother to perform a spell to bring him back and Jeremy was worried about Bonnie.

All in all, not a very fun place to be.

But the worst part was, they had to relive it over and over and over again.

It had been almost a month of the same damn day.

Each morning they woke up, and Damon got the same panicky phone call from Elena about Stefan. Bonnie had to hear about Jeremy's angst. And they both had to deal with murderous travelers.

"It's groundhog day," Damon had concluded after three days of the same day.

"What's that?"

"You've never seen the movie? Come on! It's a classic! Bill Murray?"

"Your point, Damon?"

"It's a time loop. This greedy asshole has to relive the same day for eternity to pay for his shitty ways."

"So...you're saying this is punishment?"

"It sure doesn't look like paradise."

"So how does...Bill Murray get out of it?"

Damon grimaced. "Some dumb stuff about love and respect."

But that, as the Salvatore vampire quickly established, was for sissies.

"We're obviously stuck here for all eternity. I don't want to hear about my brother dying every goddamn time I wake up. I know he's alive in the real world. I know the travelers get whipped. So I'm not gonna worry about it anymore. I'm gonna make the best of it."

And he began doing just that. Compulsion, destruction, recklessness, thrill-seeking.

Meanwhile, Bonnie had to watch and despair.

The bathroom door suddenly banged open. Elena strolled in looking miserable.

"Bonnie! What is going on? Has Damon lost his mind?!"

Bonnie sighed. The first week, Damon had tried to stay at Elena's side, but she wasn't in the mood to have sex or be affectionate, since Stefan was dead and the whole town was fraught with danger.

"How can you think of that when your brother's on The Other Side?!" she had rightfully demanded.

So he had given up quickly.

"This isn't reality, so I'm not gonna treat it like reality," was his general philosophy.

The problem was, Bonnie had to bear the brunt of his actions.

"We have to get Stefan back! We have to save the town!" Elena yelled, taking her by the hand.

Bonnie nodded. "Uh-uh, you're right. Could you lower your voice, though? I have a splitting headache."

Elena was staring at her funny.

"Has this whole town gone insane?!"

Before Bonnie could answer, though, a sharp stake pierced through her friend's chest. Bonnie gasped. She was slowly getting used to this, but it was still really awful to see her friend die like that. The traveler stepped back and let Elena's body fall on the bathroom floor.

She's going to be alive tomorrow anyway, Bonnie thought grimly.

She stepped over Elena's body and pushed the traveler aside.

Back in the bar, Damon was now fighting off some travelers with some pool sticks. He laughed as he got stabbed, like it was nothing.

She really wanted to punch him in the face.

The next day, he was predictably suffering from a major hangover. He was sitting on the steps of city hall, watching the sun rise. Since the travelers had created a spell to drive out all supernatural beings, he was currently frying in the sun. His skin was peeling off in strips of bacon.

"Ugh!" Bonnie exclaimed, as she sat down some feet away. "Why don't you stay inside?"

"And miss this beauty?" he said, pointing at the sunrise.

"Has Elena called about Stefan yet?"

"Soon enough."

Bonnie took out a bottle of water and a bunch of aspirins from her purse.

"Here."

Damon looked down at the pills. "How did you get these? You don't have any money."

"I had them around the house," Bonnie replied, looking away.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Did Judgy go into a drugstore and steal a bunch of aspirins for me? I feel flattered."

"Shut up."

"So, new day?" she asked, but she actually meant new torture?

"Yep. And I'm throwing another party."

Bonnie groaned, running a hand through her hair. "Don't you think it's time to stop already?"

"What do I have left if I stop?" he asked, taking a gulp of the water.

Bonnie rested her chin on her hand. "I'm tired of your 24/7 rave."

"That's because you are still holding back. You still think this is the real world. Just go crazy like me and you'll be fine."

Damon wiggled his eyebrows in that annoying way he knew she hated.

"You're only miserable because you're still acting like your judgy self. If you want, I could compel the entire football team to worship you. Enough of the Gilbert kid."

"Speaking of which," she muttered, looking down at her phone. Jeremy was calling. She had memorized the words by heart.

Damon grabbed the phone quickly and let it go on speaker.

"Bonnie? Bonnie are you there? I really need to talk to you. Look, I can't accept that you're just going to disappear. I need you in my life. I lost you once, I won't lose you again -"

Bonnie clicked the phone shut. Damon was snickering.

"Stop that! And by the way, I don't need you to compel guys for me. I can do fine on my own."

"All you've been doing is moping around. Oh, and interrupting my fun times. Like last night?"

"I wanted to tell you to stop partying so hard. It's not okay to drink scotch off the breasts of sixteen year-olds."

Damon rolled his eyes. "That's because you haven't tried it."

Bonnie gagged. "Thanks."

"Welcome, Judgy. Now I'd love to stay and chat about how boring you are, but I've got some destruction to get to."

He hopped off the stairs and walked away, waving his arm. "Thanks for the aspirin!"

He ran into the street and stopped a large-looking SUV, making it crash into one of the hardware stores.

Bonnie put a hand over her eyes.

Eternity would last a long fucking time.