A/N: I've been planning this for a little while and instead of typing the whole thing up as I wanted to do, I've decided to allow some reader interaction. This is the first chapter and the set up, but I want to write what YOU guys want. Leave a review telling me a specific scene or situation you want to see, or something I can base a chapter on.

My only rules are it has to mostly apply to canon. I'm trying to write this pretty close to what might have happened during the four months we didn't see Damon and Bonnie together. There will be smut though, of course, I just have to build up to it first. I'm hoping to write every day interactions that might look like a bunch of drabbles in one chapter, or maybe a big event that we haven't explored before.

Don't expect updates to be too frequent, maybe once a month or every two weeks depending on how inspired I am. I'm really excited for this story and I hope you are too, so please tell me what you want to see!

Day 1

The bed was so comfortable, Bonnie had a hard time opening opening her eyes. She snuggled into her pillow for a second before she froze. The pillowcase had lace trimming against a satin covering. She had never felt this before. She had never been in this bed before. Heart racing, she opened her eyes to a strange room. Half of her knew she had never been in here while another half knew it screamed something familiar. Her eyes roamed over the wooden walls, antique dresser, and old fashioned lighting.

Oh. That's right. This was in the Salvatore Boarding House.

How did she get here? While admittedly she had been in the Boarding House a lot, she had never been in a bedroom, let alone stayed the night (if you don't count that one sleepover with Elena and Caroline where they had ventured into Damon's bathroom).

Speaking of... Her eyes widened when she remembered what had happened. Damon dying. The spell to bring him back stopping before she could do just that. The Other Side collapsing. Bright white light. Then... What?

Then she woke up here in this bed. If Damon was with her, wouldn't he be dead? The spell that was placed over Mystic Falls undid magic, and being brought back to life as a vampire was definitely on its list of magical things to banish.

An unexpected pang of fear shot through her heart. Why would she care if he was dead? Maybe she was thinking of Elena, and of Stefan, the only two people she could think of who would really miss him. Maybe she had cared for him a bit. A tiny bit. A sliver. She'd allow him that.

Before she could dwell more on his possible demise, she got out of bed and ventured into the hallway. The entire house was silent, as far as her ears could tell anyway. Taking a guess, she took a left down the hallway and happily came across some stairs. As soon as she got into the foyer, she paused.

A familiar mess of black hair was just visible over the couch. "About time you came down, Bon Bon," he yawned as if talking to her was boring. "I was worried you'd get lost and I'd have to rescue you."

"Your house isn't that big and I'm not an idiot." She walked over to the other side of the couch and saw him nursing a bottle of bourbon. Typical.

"On the contrary..." he smirked up at her but didn't elaborate.

"How are you alive right now?" she wondered out loud, taking in his appearance. He looked just like he did just before the lights got bright. No gunshot wounds in sight.

"Oh, because we're in Mystic Falls? I never came back to life and it's not like I could die again from the Other Side," he shrugged and took another sip of his drink.

"Then what are we doing here?"

"Beats me. Your guess is as good as mine. Though you might be interested to know we're not where you think we are."

"We're not in your house?" She was getting more confused by the second.

"Oh, we're in my house. Just roughly nineteen years before the present."

"What are you even..." She trailed off when Damon threw a newspaper at her. Still confused, she looked up at the date to see May 10th, 1994 at the top. "So? This just proves you're a hoarder."

"Don't believe me? Turn on the radio, see what songs they play. Or try to find a cellphone anywhere."

"Seriously, Damon?" He was mocking her, he had to be. She knew this man could never be serious.

"While you're at it, go outside. See if you can find anyone else here." When she just stared at him with a raised eyebrow, he gestured towards the door. "Go on. While you were napping, Sleeping Beauty, I took a good look around. We're the only people for miles. You're the only heartbeat I've heard in hours, including animals."

Bonnie was starting to get scared now. Why would he take a joke for this long? "What are you trying to say?" she spoke slowly as she watched him closely.

Damon sighed and put his glass down. "What I'm saying is after the Other Side collapsed, we went somewhere else. Like an alternate universe or something where it's 1994 and we're the only ones around." He slumped back on the couch and added in a mumble, "Just my luck."

An alternate universe? As a witch, Bonnie had learned to keep an open mind to things over the past few years, but this was getting crazy. "But you're still a vampire?" she asked, wondering if she's still a witch. Or former witch. Would she have to be the anchor anymore if there wasn't the Other Side nor people to go there?

"As far as I can tell. I still have the super senses, speed and strength. Tell me, how does my face look?" He vamped out then, letting the veins crawl down his face while his eyes darkened.

Bonnie felt disgusted. Whenever she was reminded of what he was, all she could think about were all the people he has murdered. "As hideous as always," she sneered at him before looking away. She knew he wouldn't attack her, not like he did a few years ago, but he still scared her. He'd never know that though, not if Bonnie could help it.

"I see you're still the same judgy little witch," he chuckled and picked up his drink again. "You got any powers? Feel free to bust us out of here anytime."

Bonnie paused and searched for the telltale sign of energy within her. Before, it would always be present, flowing through her like blood did. At times she would be overflowing with it, but after a particularly hard spell she would feel her reserves depleting. Unfortunately, she couldn't feel any of the sparks of magic she usually did. She felt as empty as she had these past few months.

She couldn't answer Damon. She didn't want to face his scrutiny, his declarations of how useless she was because that was exactly how she felt. Instead, she shrugged and looked down at the paper. People were really fascinated with the death of Kurt Cobain.

"Come on, Witchy. Not an eensy teensy bit of magic in you? Not just enough to get me home? Elena's waiting. Tick tock. You don't want your friend to be in pain, now do you?"

"Damon, shut up for once," she rolled her eyes. "When are you gonna get over using me for your own objectives?"

"When you prove to have another use," he said as if it were obvious.

"What about you? How are you going to contribute to getting us back home?"

"Easy. I'm gonna sit here and nag you until you get your shit together," he gave her a grin before draining the rest of his glass.

Shaking her head, she pushed him out of her mind. She had to think of how to get them back. But where even were they in the first place? How could she find a way home if she didn't even know where they were starting? She started biting down on her nails and Damon recognized the worry radiating off of her.

"Bonnie," he sighed, reluctantly trying to be nice. He didn't want to scare her into not doing anything at all. "I'm sure we'll get back. At least we're not dead, right?"

"What a low bar. 'At least we're not dead'. That's the only good thing in this situation," she snorted.

"What, being with me isn't the highlight of your life?" he widened his eyes before smirking.

"You wish. Remind me again why Stefan saved you from that burning building a few years ago? And why I let him?"

"Because you can't live without me," he bumped his shoulder into hers before standing up. "Well, I'm beat. Some of us didn't sleep all day after our pseudo-death. I'm gonna find some bloodbags and pretend they're from living people."

"Are you going to miss that? Not being able to murder people?" she sent him a glare.

"There's still you," he winked before starting to walk in the direction of the staircase.

"Like you would ever sabotage the chance to get back to Elena."

Damon considered her words before shrugging. "That's right. Oh well. I guess those days are a thing of the past."

"Do you know how disturbing it is to hear you talk about not being able to murder people as a bad thing?"

"You act as if you don't know me." He gave her a fake bow before disappearing to his room.

Bonnie settled back on the couch again. What had she done to deserve this fate that was arguably worse than death?