Hey Guys here's a little oneshot from 'after life'. I hope I'm not too out of character..

song: Jason Derulo- Other side (probably you never thought about this as a sad song but for me it completely fits..)

Enjoy and tell me what do you think! Thank you!

Bonnie Bennett always tried to be the best friend she could be to all of her friends. She always tried to do everything for their happiness and safety no matter what. She never cared about the consequential costs, only the reassurance that her friends will be alright in the end. She never cared about herself because she considered her friends worth much more than her own self. And then she did it again. She sacrificed everything for them literally yet she was still unhappy because she couldn't protect them anymore. She can't take care of them and because of this, she felt like she had failed them. It looks like her everything wasn't enough...

She stood in the middle of the cold room and blankly looked down at her dead body. She didn't have the strength to say anything, it was unbelievable. Bonnie Bennett is dead. She died. She is now a ghost looking at her lifeless body. She was so young; she had her whole life ahead of her. Kids, family, friends, university, work...normal things. She had to laugh at the thought of normal things...like that was ever going to happen with her best friends being vampires and her role as a witch. She was a witch and this end was meant to be hers. She sighed as she tried to collect her thoughts together. She has to say goodbye. Yes, that's what she will do.

She quickly found some candles. She put the candles around her in a circle and sat in the middle. She closed her eyes and concentrated...

She felt the wave almost immediately it was surprisingly fast. Unfortunately something had gone wrong and she wasn't in Jeremy's head. How would she know? The mere fact that it was too dark and cold for her taste was the first clue. She felt death. This dream belonged to the other side that's why it was so fast. She didn't have to break any barriers.

"What have you done little witch?" A vampire...they're dead. She was in Damon's head.

The darkness slowly disappeared and she could see as Damon walked towards her, pure concern displayed on his wrinkle-free face. Bonnie felt that she was starting to lose it and it wasn't because of Damon. She had come to the realization that she would never get the chance to see her friends again.

"Bonnie?" Bonnie looked into the blue eyes that showed so much care she had never witnessed in her living life in Mystic Falls. It should be because she's in his head; she could see the human Damon. The Damon who has feelings and doesn't act like a jerk most of the time. There was no audience, just the two of them so they can skip the show of banters and aneurisms.

She opened her mouth but only a desperate sigh left her lips. Damon saw the fear in her eyes and he acted without thinking. Bonnie coughed by surprise when she suddenly felt Damon's strong arms around her but she found herself hugging him back. Her hands went around his upper body and her fingers sank into the famous black leather jacket. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent deeply. She felt herself strong again; Damon held her back gently, he didn't caress her, there was nothing romantic in the hug but somehow Bonnie felt like Damon's body vibrated under her fingertips and at the same time, she felt the vibration in herself as well.

"Is this a dream?" Damon's voice was confused when he let Bonnie go. "I don't remember going to sleep."

Bonnie bit her lip as she thought of an explanation. They didn't even notice they are still holding hands. "Kind of..."

"You're in my head...you did something." Damon looked at the witch like he would try to read off her facial expressions.

"If it makes you feel any better, I didn't want to be in your head." Bonnie felt like she needed to defend herself as to why she was in Damon's head instead of anyone else.

"You think you called the wrong number." Something in his sentence caught Bonnie's attention.

"I think?" she repeated as if surprised that he would even make such an obvious question in a serious and meaningful tone. Damon rolled his eyes dramatically and takes back a step. "Tell me the last time when you called Gilbert instead of me when you were in trouble." Bonnie couldn't help but smile, she's definitely gonna miss this handsome bastard. "C'mon! Tell me where you are so I can save your ass."

Bonnie laughed, two tear drops rolled down her cheeks but she quickly wiped them away with the back of her right hand. "Bonnie?" Damon's annoyed voice switched to concern again. Bonnie closed her eyes and concentrated, she needed to calm down...

"Bonnie what's this?" When she opened her eyes she had to smile again. "A good memory." She replied and looked down to see her clothes from the 60's dance. Damon had also worn the same black shirt and jeans that he did wear back then. They were at the school; everything was the same as last time.

"Why do you need a good memory?" Damon doesn't care about the clothes or the place; he locked his eyes on Bonnie with his eyebrows furrowed. He started to realize what was happening; he already was there before—under a tree with Rose. When Bonnie asked him, "Shall we dance please?" he snapped. "I'm not playing this game! Go and find baby Gilbert, he's your kinda person for this sappy shit!"

Bonnie nodded her head in agreement, "You're right." She said quietly, "It would be best if I just left." With that, she turned her back on Damon and started heading back to the other side. It didn't take a few steps before Damon roughly grabbed her hand, turned her back and pulled her against himself. Bonnie looked up at him with fear and desperation in her eyes. Damon strongly squeezed her hand and Bonnie started to search his eyes since she couldn't tell if he was more angry or nervous as he looked down at her with a trembling face and a clenched jaw. The last time Bonnie looked at him like this was when he tried to get back the necklace from her. That was the time she was ever afraid him or any vampire for that matter. Since she got accustomed to her powers, she has had lesser things to be afraid of.

Damon loosened his grip around Bonnie's arm then he fully let go. "I can't hear the music." He said and lifted his hands up just like the last time. Bonnie smiled at him thankfully and put her hand in his. The music filled the room when their fingers intertwined.

The dance was much more peaceful than the first time. There were no disturbing words; they didn't have to worry about Elena or anybody else. For the first time in a long time, Bonnie felt like she finally is at a normal ball with a great dancer as a dancing partner. Damon held her back against his chest, leaned into her neck and Bonnie felt as he inhaled her fragrance like he wanted to remember every detail of her. She closed her eyes and leaned into the vampire. Everything felt so pleasant, so perfect. The way their bodies touched as Damon's breath caused tingles to her neck to their fingers intertwining in sync. Everything was so beautiful.

"I've always wanted to do this." Damon whispered in her ear; he turns Bonnie around and faces her. Their faces were only inches away from one another. Damon looked deeply into the green eyes but he didn't waste time for too long. When his mouth met with Bonnie's, the first thing she wanted was to protest but when the sweet electricity filled her body, she slipped her hand around the vampire's neck and kissed him back as slowly and tenderly just the way he kissed her. Damon's hands gently ran over her sides and his fingers slightly touched her skin through her dress. Bonnie deepened the kiss; she had nothing to lose so why can't she embrace the moment? Damon gave her the perfect goodbye, there's no point in protesting.

It was a sad irony that their tongues danced together as if they were always meant to be together, like they were the other side of each other. As corny as it sounds, the missing piece in their assorted puzzles. As soon as they kissed, they felt the connection and their short lived fate of being together. They were always looking for the other side and now they finally found it a little too late.

Damon had clung onto Bonnie with as much strength as he could muster like he never wanted to let go of her. It wasn't unrequited because suddenly, Bonnie found herself squeezing back with as much force if not even more than Damon. "I don't want to go." She whispered when they took a break. She looked up at him desperately waiting for him to save her somehow although she knew it was beyond impossible. This was the first time she spoke honestly since she had found her corpse. Damon's answer was another kiss because he found the words too painful to say.

"Damon...Damon!"

Damon twitched when he heard his name from somewhere behind the fog. "Damon!" he gripped Bonnie's hand even tighter to the brink of almost breaking it off but at the moment, he didn't care. "DAMON!"

"NO!" he shouted as he felt Bonnie slipping out of his hands. Before she completely disappeared he heard her whisper. "Save me!"

When he opened his eyes he was at the boarding house. Elena knelt beside him, her eyes filled with tears. "Damon!" she repeated. When she saw that he was awake, she told him what he already knew. "It's Bonnie! She's dead. Bonnie died!"

Damon frowned as his jaw clenched. "Not when I'm still here."