A/N: I don't know where I'm going with this but I love the Turkish's TV novel "One thousand and one nights" and at least I had to write something with Bamon on it. Sorry for any grammatical and spelling mistakes.

Seattle, Washington. His favorite place in the world probably. His safe heaven as some people would put it. Stefan Salvatore was feeling contemplative tonight. There was something nagging at him that he couldn't quite place his finger on. He was successful, handsome, had a tight knit family…then why he felt his life was shallow? Like his job at the empire his family had built a few decades ago was more like a dream from his late father than his. After high school he went to college, just like his father wanted him to. And no it wasn't like he didn't like what he did for living, he liked being an architect. But it was just not his passion.

"Never trust in women; nor rely upon their vows; for their pleasure and displeasure depend upon their passions. They offer a false affection; for perfidy lurks within their clothing. Don't forget that the devil ejected Adam by means of a woman. And never say if I fall in love I will prevent the madness of the lovers. Don't say it. It would be a unique prodigy to see a man leaving safe and sound a woman's seduction."

Stefan broke away from his thoughts when he heard the words spoken and stared at his cousin Damon who was sitting in front of him with a book on his hands. They were having dinner at Palisadeand although the night was cold they decided to sit in the restaurant's patio so they could admire the stunning waterfront view.

Stefan shook his head and grinned at the nonsense of the book. He took a sip of his half empty glass of wine, his amused green eyes never leaving his cousin's face.

Damon shot him a glare annoyed by Stefan's reaction and closed the book. "Don't laugh. This is serious."

"Those are just tales Damon, nothing more than that," Stefan said. He cocked his head to the side to have a better view of the book's cover. "The Thousand and One Nights."

Damon didn't say anything. He looked down at the now closed book on his hands and ran a hand through the worn cover. The book had an incredible sentimental value to him; it was probably Damon's most treasured possession. His mother had giving it to him as a present on his seventh birthday and nothing about that day had been a walk in the park for either of them. It was the first birthday they spent without Giuseppe Salvatore, his father.

"Not to mention incredible misogynist. If we don't trust in women they won't trust in us." Stefan continued.

Damon smirked then, his eyes now on the calm water. This was the main reason he left the confines of his abode for, to see the beautiful view. He knew he could see it from his mother's house too but Tuesday's nights were reserved for him and Stefan since they started working together at their family construction company. It was a sort of unspoken tradition they had. Damon lifted the lapels of his coat grateful for the barrier it provided from the cold night and turned to Stefan, the naïveté personified.

"Listen carefully what I'm about to say Stef. Women don't care about trust; they are never going to trust a man. The only thing that they care about is money." He said so matter of factly that made Stefan frown.

Stefan leaned back on his chair. His eyes traveled then at the group of women walking by their table blushing and giggling all the while. "It's not like that." He simply said.

Damon saw this too and decided to bring Stefan down a peg or two. "Just look around you," He said signaling the expensive restaurant. His blue eyes landed at the couples sitting three the tables away from theirs. "Those two couples sitting right behind you for example, there is at least thirty years of difference between them. What do you think those women are looking for? Passion? Love?" He snorted as soon as the words left his mouth.

Stefan eyed him like he was crazy; Damon merely rolled his eyes and asked a waiter passing by to bring them the check. Stefan cursed inside his head but took the bait and peered as discretely as he could through his shoulder at the other couples. There were two blonde women with big fake boobs and a tan that made their skin look orange sitting with their companions, two business men who could easily passed like their fathers. And as Damon marked before the age difference between them was very visible just like the intent of one of them who looked right at Stefan and gave him a playful smile. Stefan quickly snapped his head back at his table not engaging in visual contact with the blonde bimbo who looked ready to meet him in the restaurant bathroom if he gave her the signal.

"Ok you've made your point… but I'm not talking about that kind of women," Stefan stressed as he took his wallet out of his coat. "There are others too you know? And this is on me." He said with his eyes on Damon as he handed his credit card at the waiter.

Damon finished his glass of wine and cursed himself for not going for the bourbon. "Like who?" He said raising an eyebrow. Stefan didn't say anything and Damon opened his arms a bit. "Exactly, they are all the same."

One thousand and one nights

Chapter 1

Bonnie Mikaelson had just turned twenty-six the past week and at difference from the young people of her age, her birthday wasn't passed partying and celebrating by going out in a wild night with friends. And it wasn't because she didn't have nothing to celebrate for, because she had, god she had. At the age of twenty-three Bonnie already had obtained a Master's degree in Architecture at Harvard University, had married to the love of her life and had a son fruit of their all consuming love.

Bonnie was not a strange to pain. That feeling had lingered and settled deep within her a long time ago since she was a little girl running around the family home without a caring in the world. Her mother -if she could even call her that- had abandoned her and her dad when Bonnie was just three years old and never came back. Since that moment on her dad had been broken. Rudy Hopkins opted for the path of submerging in work to cope with the pain his wife had caused to their family, leaving little Bonnie to practically been raised by her grandmother.

During her childhood and teenage years her friends and grandmother had been the constant in Bonnie's life, her rock. That was until her grams, Sheila, died when she was on her junior year of high school and her father passed away the summer before she had to leave for college. Bonnie made her mind then; she left Mystic Falls, her hometown, and never looked back.

The college life had been hard at first. Bonnie was a very intelligent girl, but Harvard could make sweat even the most brilliant person. So she threw herself into her study, took refuge in her books and when she thought God and destiny had forgotten all about her, she met Kol Mikaelson and…he turned to be a pain in her ass. Bonnie had had a few boyfriends in her town but never something serious. She had never felt that kind of love that left you with shortness of breath; dilate pupils and heart beating a mile a minute by just seeing him entering a room. Kol with his messy light brown hair and brown eyes was her polar opposite. His attendance at collage was more a family tradition than a desire of him at having a good job in the future. He certainly was having the full experience at college, with parties and everything, but he was incredible intelligent too, something Bonnie hated it and loved it about him. He wasn't supposed to be handsome, charming and smart too!

Needless to say she fall for him, hard.

It was inevitable, no matter how much she pushed him away, talk horrible things about him he wouldn't fudge. She tried to stop it. The way he was slowly crawling under her skin, leaving her vulnerable and dizzy every time she would look at his gorgeous eyes, because at the end of the day everyone would leave her. Whether they wanted to or not.

Just like her Grams and dad did.

And when she finally gave into him and they started their epic love story she took as a sign that his family didn't like her. Maybe it wasn't meant to be; maybe they didn't belong together like they thought. They were dating for a year when Bonnie met the Mikaelsons and she would have never imagined in a million years that Kol would choose her over his family. She didn't want to be the reason him and his family stop speaking to each other… but she was in love, just like Kol. And they were selfish; they thought that they didn't need anyone but each other and what they have would last until the end.

How wrong they were.

The ring of her phone broke Bonnie away from her thoughts. She took the mobile from her purse and cursed under her breath when she saw the caller I.D.

Caroline.

She closed her eyes and pressed the accept button.

"Bonnie! Where are you? Mr. Salvatore had been glaring me since I came at the office because you are not here!" The hysteric tone of her best friend's voice greeted her ears.

Bonnie glanced ahead of her to look at the traffic. She was in a taxi and just ten minutes away from the office but with the way traffic was moving she didn't know at what hour she would make it to Salvatore Constructions Inc. "Care, I'm on my way, please make them wait for me. I just left the hospital and the traffic is horrible."

The blonde sighed on the other line. "Okay but hurry up. I swear if Mr. Salvatore keeps looking at me like that, I'm going to send him to hell. Don't care he is my boss."

A smile crept up on Bonnie's face. She finished her talk with her friend and colleague and turned to the driver.

"Excuse me?" She asked. The driver peeled his eyes off the road and looked at her over his shoulder. "Sorry. How much time do you think it will take to reach downtown?"

The driver shrugged a shoulder and looked at her sympathetically. "It's all up to the traffic Miss and with the way it is right now, I think we have for at least twenty minutes more. It's rush hour." He explained.

Bonnie thanked the taxi driver and slumped against her seat. Today was clearly not her day. Even traffic was against her.

Damon Salvatore entered the conference room of his construction company with his briefcase in hand and dressed in a blue suit. He raised his hand when his employees were about to stand up. There was no need for that. They had been working together for years now and he liked to thing of them as a family.

"Good morning Mr. Salvatore." The architects greeted him.

Damon nodded absently as his eyes traveled at the empty chair next to Stefan's. "Where is our famous awarded architect?" Sarcasm dropped heavily from Damon's voice.

He took a sit at the head of the table and opened the folder that contained the information about the project they were about to discuss. They were present all the most important architects of the company… all but one. He took gratefully the coffee Betty, and old lady dressed impeccably, offered to him and awarded her with one of his charming smiles. Betty, his secretary, shook her head smiling at his charm.

Stefan could only shake his head at Damon's comment. His cousin was the best at his job but he had a habit of being an asshole sometimes. "Mr. Young? I heard that your generation started a campaign against computers?" He said to cut the sudden tension on the room.

It worked. Everyone at the table laughed.

Mr. Young side eyed Stefan and smiled. "Don't make fun of this old man Stefan."

Stefan only shrugged a shoulder and leaned his elbows on the table with a contemplative expression. "People say that the computers killed the chivalry."

"They do?"

"Yeah, so I think I would like to come back at the writing machines' time."

"As it should be son, as it should be." Mr. Young said laughing.

Damon zoned out Stefan's stupid chit chat with Mr. Young and kept his eyes between the folder on his hands and his wristwatch.

09:30

Where the hell was she?

"Sorry for my tardiness."

Damon looked up from the papers on his hands to look at the owner of the apologetically voice. He watched with intense blue eyes as the culprit of his sleepiness nights hesitated on the threshold of the conference room for a second before sauntering in, a whole hour late.

He discretely took on her body from head to toe as she walked to take her seat. Bonnie Mikaelson had the face of an angel and a body that made men and even a few women think in sinful things.

Her attire was always professional yet it never downplayed the tantalizing curves Damon could so easily imagine were behind those pencils skirts and silk tops. Curves, Damon had shamefully fantasized about.

She had been working for his company for three months now. An addition prompted by Stefan who wouldn't stop telling him how brilliant she was and what a huge mistake they would be committing if they didn't hire her. When her resume landed on his hands Damon had to admit he was… impressed something that rarely happened if not ever. At the age of twenty-three she, liked Stefan, had already a Master's degree in architecture under her belt obtained in not other than Harvard University and from there on she began building a career that could even impress his late bastard of a father. Reading her accomplishes in an impersonal peace of paper was one thing, but the minute she stepped foot on his office for the interview previously arranged by Betty, one look at her mossy green eyes and Damon knew he was doomed.

She was an enigma. And one that he wanted to resolve for the first time on his life. But she came to work and when the day was over she was out the door faster than light. Her professionalism was impeccable and sometimes unnerving. She never talked to him about anything not related to work. Not even once she glanced at him in an improper way and Damon knew very well the way he looked.

And now it was the second time she was late this week.

"Don't you have a watch?" His words halted her on her steps.

Bonnie looked around the sudden quiet room before bringing her gaze at her boss, who was sitting at the head of the table glaring at her.

"Of course I have a watch Mr. Salvatore." She said calmly tough a part of her was itching to give him some attitude. She didn't appreciate one bit his condescendingly tone.

Damon smiled as he leaned on his chair. His eyes were on hers. "She has a clock and yet she is late anyways. Well let's start the meeting we are already behind." He said dismissing her. He flicked his gaze at the rest of the people in the table. "As everyone may now we won the competition in Canada, the Whitmore project, which consists in two towers of sixty-five story each. Thank you everyone for your hard work."

"I would like to thank everyone too." Stefan chimed in from his seat at the other head of the table as he played with a pen between his fingers. "Especially at the architect Bonnie who helped us win this project with her contribution. Salvatore Constructions won the architecture prize of The Johnson's foundation with Bonnie's project about passages." He said smiling warmly at the brunette sitting next to him.

Bonnie smiled and nodded as her colleagues congratulated her for her work. She never liked being in the spotlight. Caroline who was sitting across from Bonnie smiled proudly at her. Bonnie chanced a look at the other end of the table only to find her other boss staring right at her.

"Yeah… congratulations again," Damon said and looked away quickly. "You can start with your presentation now."

Bonnie took a deep breath and smoothed her pencil skirt with her hands before standing up. This was her element, what she was good at. Bonnie walked at the center of the room where a big projection screen was already step up, she looked at it to corroborate the right image was in place and when she saw the one belonging to the current project she spun on her heel to face all the eager faces of her colleagues. The construction of the Whitmore towers was one of the most important events of the year in the architecture and construction field. Everyone's expectations were in the project because if successfully done it was going to be the tallest buildings in Vancouver. Bonnie was more than ready for the challenge so she didn't doubt one second when the Whitmore group requested her to be the principal architect in charge of it.

"Just like we can see here, the project covers an area of seventy-five thousands squares meters which fifty-five thousands of them are closed spaces. It consists in two interconnected towers but due to the reflection of the lake it makes them look like as if they were four instead. The first thing we can see-" Bonnie's speech was cut short by the voice of Damon.

"Why don't you take a seat so we can understand you better?" He said dryly. Watching her standing there was making him lose his concentration. This woman was starting to be a problem.

Bonnie's eyes widened before she frowned and did as she was told. She retook her seat and began again.

"Nate I'm home!" Bonnie called with a big smile as soon as she entered her apartment. She threw her purse and keys in the closest flat surface and made her way down the hall, in search of the love of her life.

The day at work had been slowly. Just like always. Every time she had to leave for work Bonnie felt like something was tearing her apart from the insides. Nate's condition had gotten worst these past few weeks and the mother inside of her wanted more than anything to be next to her son, but sadly she didn't exactly have a choice, she was the only sustain of the family and there were bills to pay. If it wasn't for the money she would have left that company a long time ago. No matter how coveted a position there was. She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was nearly four in the afternoon. Nate was probably on his bedroom taking a nap. Thank god Caroline had given her a ride from work. Since she sold her car Bonnie spent extra time reaching her house. She couldn't be happier of being home early.

Her heels were off somewhere on the way to Nate's bedroom and she padded through the small hall until she reached the room where her son slept. She knocked softly on the open door.

"Hi baby!" She said with a big smile. Nate who was sitting on his bed heard his mother's voice and immediately lifted his head from the drawing he was painting and flashed a wide smile.

When Bonnie saw the dimple formed of his left cheek as he smiled at her she knew she was putty on his tiny hands. Nathaniel Mikaelson was five years old now and he was the spitting image of his father, right to Kol's hair color to the brown of his mischievous eyes. Sometimes not only the way he looked was Kol's miniature version but surprisingly in his gestures too.

Bonnie was not going to cry. Not in front of her son. He not only he had the name of his father but his strength too. He was a Mikaelson after all and he was going to pull through. Nate was going to be fine. He had to. Because if not Bonnie didn't even want to know what would happen to her. That little boy, looking tired and sitting on his bed, was her reason of existence.

"Mommy is here!" April, Nate's babysitter said happily. She placed the book she was reading before Bonnie arrived on the nightstand and stood up to give the woman a hug. "How was your day? You are early." She noted, glancing at the clock hanging in the wall.

Bonnie accepted gratefully the warm hug. April had been babysitting Nate since he was three years old. She lived in the apartment above from them and had been a great support since Nate's doctor find out the little boy had leukemia. She was a very responsible girl and of Bonnie's extreme confidence but sadly April would be leaving for college in a few weeks and Bonnie knew she had to start to look for a replacement and pronto. It was just that with the doctor's appointments, her work and everything she didn't exactly had the time. Bonnie made a mental note to start babysitter fishing tomorrow.

"Yes. Care gave me a ride." Bonnie replied as they pulled away. "Did this little troublemaker give you any trouble?" She asked with her eyes narrowed playfully on her son.

April with her jacket now in hands shook her head. "No, he was a good boy. After we came back from the doctor, he ate all his food and when it was time of his nap he started drawing."

Bonnie nodded happy with the answer and made her way to the bed. She took a sit at the edge of it and gave Nate a soundly kiss on his cheek tough he kept his eyes on the drawing. Bonnie ran a hand through his messy light brown hair.

"You draw for me?" She whispered softly. Nate nodded his head still very concentrated. "Can I see it?"

"No mom. I didn't finish it yet." He shook his head before looking up at her with his big brown eyes. "I missed you mommy." He said with the sweetest voice Bonnie had heard in all her life. Her heart melted and she gave him more kisses on his face.

"Stop it!" Nate whined. "Mom Stop it!" Bonnie laughed as she began to tickle his belly and Nate's laugh filled the room. He was wearing his favorite Captain America PJ set, a gift Caroline gave him for Christmas.

The house's phone rang.

"I'll get it." April volunteered quickly and left the room.

"So… how was your day baby?" Bonnie asked as she scooted closer to see what he was painting. It was a big house with horses. He was definitely spending too much time with Klaus, Bonnie thought in a good way. Klaus was the only member of Kol's family that kept in touch with them.

Nate changed the green crayon on his hand for a blue one and looked at the paper thoughtfully. "Good. April and I watched TV," He said while frowning cutely. "Mom, why can't I go to work with you?"

Bonnie bit her lip. Because my bosses don't even know I have a son, she thought.

Before Bonnie could respond a fabricated response April barged inside the room holding the phone for Bonnie. "It's Nate's doctor." She said hurriedly.

Bonnie's eyes widened as she took the cordless phone. "Hello?" She said after clearing her throat. She was sure her heart was pounding a mile a minute. Why was Nate's doctor calling? He saw him that morning.

"Bonnie? Thank god I found you!" Doctor Robins said enthusiastically. "I have good news...we found a donor Bonnie."Bonnie's heart positively stopped.

Tears formed on her eyes. "You found it?" She whispered not quite believing it.

"Yes, yes we did," The doctor confirmed. "Please come to the hospital as soon as you can. We have a lot to discuss about the transplant."

Bonnie turned around and looked at her son. Today turned out to be the best day of their lives.

Chapter End.

A/N: Should I continue?