This fanfic has been requested by a lovely Anon on Tumblr. Hope it's what you expected, Anon!

Thanks to Leia for the corrections!


Nursing Bonnie

She felt numb, all her body felt empty, as if she was made of flesh only – no muscles, no bones.

Bonnie tried to open her eyes, but the sunlight almost blinded her. She tried to put a hand in front of her face, trying to protect it from the intense light, but she barely managed to move her fingers.

She tilted her head to the other side – carefully, because it seemed empty, too – and finally managed to look around her. She was in a bed, covered with a white sheet. On the wall in front of her there was a closet and on the other side a desk with a chair. This was not her room.

She looked at the window, trying to figure out where she was from the outside. She could see a glimpse of a little garden filled with colourful flowers. It wasn't familiar.

She was still staring at the window and she was starting to panic, when the memories hit her like a gunshot.

Lily Salvatore. The wedding. Kai.

She had crashed the wedding right after him, just in time to see him walk towards the altar, ready to get his revenge. She had stopped him, facing him down like she should have done long ago.

And while Damon and the others had got everyone to safety, she and Kai had had enough time to try and kill each other.

She could still hear his mad laugh when she had broken one of his legs. She could still see his bloody face turning to look at her, his puppy eyes completely in contrast with it. The way he had held back his magic was unnatural, dangerous. He had looked at her like he had never done before, sad and conflicted and almost sorry that she had choose to stand against him. He had let her almost kill him and she still couldn't understand why. Why let her kick his ass, let her ruin his plan of killing everyone? Why let her live?

She closed her eyes, trying to erase the image of Kai's sad features asking her forgiveness just before everything had turned black.

She needed to erase it – to erase him from her mind. It was because of his eyes, of that wide smile of his that she had lost, last night.

She inhaled loudly and looked at the door, hearing someone's steps get closer. It was probably Caroline checking out on her, or maybe Elena. Bonnie smiled, ready to welcome her friends, but when the door opened her smile died and so did her hope.

Kai was here. Alive.

He stopped at the door, staring at her with his mouth agape. He obviously hadn't expected to find her awake.

His dark hair was wet, a towel over his shoulders, its ends dangling against his bare chest, emphasizing his muscular body. He wore a pair of short pants and he was barefoot.

"Hi," he said shyly, taking a step inside.

Bonnie shifted on the bed, trying to get up and get the hell away from him.

"No, don't move," he said, getting closer. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise," he added, raising his hands in surrender.

"Motus," she yelled, moving her fingers to hit him with the spell, but it didn't work.

"You're too weak," Kai said, standing at the bed's feet. "But you're okay, Bonnie. I'm healing you."

"You're what?" she asked in a whisper. She was praying it was all a dream, that soon she would wake up in her dorm and he would be dead. "Where am I? What happened? And why the hell are you naked, Kai?!"

He smiled his mischievous smile. "Do I make you uncomfortable, Bon?"

She gave him a withering glare and he turned serious.

He turned his gaze from her to the window, as if he was avoiding her eyes. "I hurt you," he whispered and Bonnie looked at his knuckles turning white where he grabbed the foot-board tightly.

She wanted to remind him that that wasn't the first time he had hurt her – both physically and emotionally, but he kept talking.

"I almost killed you and that almost killed me."

She stared at him in confusion.

"I know you think I hate you, and I do. I hate you so much! But I can't think of living without you. And that is so fucked up, even for me!"

Bonnie swallowed, her head felt light again.

"Where are my friends, Kai?" she asked, struggling against the faintness she was feeling. She needed to know they were alright; she had to tell them what was going on.

"How should I know? I'm not their nanny."

"My phone-" she tried to say, but her sight was blurred and she couldn't focus on his face.

"You'll be alright, Bonnie. I promise," he said and the last thing she felt before she passed out was his kiss on her forehead.


He was still there when she woke up. He had put a shirt on and was sitting quietly at the desk in the corner of the room.

Bonnie looked around to find a weapon to protect herself with, in case he tried to hurt her, but the only thing on the bedside table was a glass of water. She felt powerless, her magic seemed to be still gone.

She sighed softly, trying not to scream in frustration.

Kai's head turned quickly. "Oh, you're awake."

Bonnie didn't answer, she had just noticed that the lightbulb in the room was on and outside the sky was black.

"How long have I been unconscious?" she asked, still staring at the window.

"A couple hours," he answered. "Better then yesterday, anyway."

Bonnie eyed him. She was trying her best not to show her fear. "How long is it been since the wedding?" she murmured, afraid of what he would answer.

"Four days," he said, emotionless.

Bonnie scowled. Four days? Could it be possible? Where were her friends, why didn't anybody come for her?

"W-where are we? What happened?"

"No one died, if that's what you're asking me," he said, sighing.

She looked at him suspiciously, waiting for more information.

"Fine," Kai said, rising and getting closer. "I don't know how much you remember of what happened, but you arrived just in time to stop me from turning the wedding in a funeral."

Bonnie closed her eyes for a moment, finally good news.

"I almost let you kill me," he continued. "I don't really know why, in that moment I thought your life was worth more than mine. I know, crazy. But then I lost control and I hurt you – badly."

Maybe it was for the injuries, or maybe for the drugs, but she just couldn't understand. "Why didn't you kill me?"

"I just told you," he answered, he seemed as confused as her. "I couldn't. I have never wanted to kill you, Bonnie."

She didn't answer, so he continued.

"Since the beginning, I just wanted to go home with you. I wanted you to see there was hope for me. I wanted you to forgive me. I wanted you to talk to me."

She looked at him, intensely, trying to figure out if he was lying, but his gray eyes were clear, there was no joke in them. He was staring back at her, a bit more relaxed then a few seconds ago.

Bonnie contemplated jumping out the window.

"How do you feel?" he asked, surprising her.

"Fine," she said. "I think I should go home, now."

"You wouldn't get far," he said.

She looked at her body, covered with the sheets. She didn't feel pain, even thought she felt a bit weak. Her arms were finally responding to her movements, so she shift the blanket to see if the rest of her body was still intact. The first thing she noticed, were the bruises all over her arms, but they seemed on their way to heal. Under the sheets, her legs were clad with white shorts; her right leg was plastered and the other one was bruised and scratched.

"You broke my leg," she said.

Kai wasn't looking at her. He couldn't bring himself to look at what he had done to her.

Bonnie repressed the urge to laugh.

He broken her leg.

How many times had she, Elena, Caroline, Damon, Stefan and Jeremy broken each others limbs? Bonnie must have lost count.

But she wasn't going to tell him that.

"Why don't I feel any pain?" she asked instead.

He looked back at her. "Painkillers and healing spells."

She was at a loss now. What do you do when the person who tried to kill you is trying to fix you? What do you say?

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Kai was staring at the window again and Bonnie was staring at him.

There was something off about him. It felt unfamiliar being in the same room with him without either of them trying to kill the other or him trying to make a bad joke.

She didn't know how to interact with this version of him. In a way, she almost preferred his psycho self – at least, she knew how to behave around that Kai.

She kept staring at him, trying to figure out what he was up to – surely nothing good.

If only she could find her phone, she could call Caroline or Damon or anybody that could take her away from him.

Kai turned his head towards her and eyed her questioningly. "What?" he asked, half smiling.

She furrowed, trying to seem calm. "You should send me home, now."

She had no idea what he'd say to that but she had to ask first before she went about this the hard way.

"I can't," he disagreed. "I'm healing you."

Of course, she had expected something like that. He wasn't the type to do as you asked just because you asked it nicely.

"You're keeping me prisoner, Kai," she pointed out. "I'm pretty sure you didn't bother to tell my friends where I am. I have to call them, let them know I'm alive. I have to call my mother, for God's sake."

She was starting to get angry.

"I called your mother."

"You what?" She couldn't believe he actually said something like that. "Please, tell me you're joking."

Bonnie put her hands on her face, trying to not think to all the possible things he could have said during that conversation with her mother.

"Well," Kai said, widening his eyes for a moment and smiling, "I didn't talk to her directly. We're not to that point yet in our relationship, you know-"

"We are at no point," she interrupted him.

She felt the urge to cry, then laugh, then cry again.

He looked at her hurt, with the corners of his mouth down.

"People see it differently."

"God, Kai, tell me what I have to do to go home."

"You have to wait. You're not going anywhere until I'm sure you're fine."

She sighed in frustration. She was sure she was going to have a nervous breakdown in a moment.

"I am fine," she said, emphasizing every word.

Kai glared at her, doing that thing with his mouth that meant he was going to prove he was right. His eyes were sharp, and his lips pressed into a fine line.

She was still thinking – wondering, really – at how well she knew him – how she recognized his expressions, understood all his 'tells' – when he said "Fine". He came closer, and touched her foot through the sheet.

The pain hit her like a tsunami. Every single nerve in her body was hurting, her heart was beating fast, her leg felt like it was being crushed under a train. She was screaming, writhing on the bed.

"Stop!" she yelled, grabbing the headboard, her fingers almost cracking.

The pain vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving her body shaking at the memory alone.

Kai's hand was on her left ankle, massaging it gently.

Bonnie was breathing heavy, her eyes closed.

"I'm sorry," he said, and when she looked at him she believed him.

His eyes were sparkling with tears. He was too proud to let them run down his cheeks, but they were there and she couldn't stop staring at them.

"What did you do to me?" she asked when her breath finally started to slow down.

He bit his lip. "I just lifted the healing spells."

She shook her head and slowly sat up, facing him closely. "Not now," she said. "What happened at the wedding, Kai?"

He let go of her ankle, and stepped away from her. He crossed his arms on his chest. "I told you," he said quietly, his eyes staring at a point over her head. "I almost killed you."

Every time she asked about that night, she noticed, he didn't look at her.

She massaged her head, she needed to clear her mind, there were too many questions she wanted to ask, but before she could speak, the door opened.

A middle aged lady came in.

"Oh, child, you're awake!" she said cheerfully, walking up to Bonnie.

She looked at Kai questioningly, but he didn't flinch. The lady put her cold hand on Bonnie's forehead and nodded.

"No fever. Good," she said, almost to herself.

Bonnie was still staring at her in confusion.

"Why were you screaming, my dear? Does something hurt?"

Bonnie shook her head.

"Good. What about eating something, uh? I'll get you soup," she said, giving Bonnie a pat on her unbroken leg. "Do you want something too, honey?" she asked Kai. "You can eat with her to keep her company."

Kai nodded and murmured a thank you.

The woman smiled and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Bonnie looked at Kai and he answered her mute question.

"She's Martha," he told her. "She's a nurse and she helps me take care of you."

Bonnie looked back at the door, still half shocked by the presence of the woman.

There were so many questions.

"Where are we?" she asked, finally, deciding to start with the simple questions.

Kai sat down on the chair and rested his elbows on his knees. He clasped his hands.

"A bed and breakfast," he answered softly. Before she could ask anything else he added: "No plane trip, this time; don't worry. We're still in Virginia."

She almost smiled, remembering the embarrassing amount of things Kai Parker could do, but she suppressed it. She won't let him think she was in any way okay with this absurd situation.

"Is Martha a witch?"

"No, but she knows what happened." His voice was calm, but his eyes were cold.

"She knows?" she asked. "You told her you almost killed me and she agreed to help you?"

He clearly wasn't happy with her choice of words, but it was the truth.

"She tried to take you away from me, but she soon realized that you would die without my magic. She's human, but she knows about the supernatural."

Bonnie lay back on the bed. Maybe Martha could help her escape.

"She's actually the one who talked with your mother," he said with a small smile. "She still teases me about that."

Bonnie eyed him, staring at his smile. "What did she tell her?" she asked in a whisper.

"The truth," he answered. "That you're hurt, but you're in good hands."

"Your hands?" she couldn't help but ask.

He shrugged, looking away again.

Bonnie looked at the door. Surely, this was just a nightmare. She had many of them since the day she had found herself in 1994. At first, they were all about her never getting back home; then when she finally made it, they were about Kai smiling at her while he sunk a knife in her heart; then she started dreaming about him staring at her in admiration before she put a knife in his heart.

She took the glass of water from the bedside table and downed it rapidly. Her stomach was starting to cry for the food it hadn't received in four days. She was curious about how they had fed her while she was unconscious, but she was afraid that that line of questioning would lead to where were her clothes and who wore her these shorts. She prayed he had the decency to let Martha dress her.

She thought of the woman again. She had to find a way to get her alone, to ask her help, explain to her that Kai was a psychopath – and an asshole.

She eyed at him, sitting at the table, studying her every movement. She moved her good leg out of the bed, trying to sit at the edge, waiting for Martha to get her something to fill her stomach with. Her plastered leg was difficult to move, so she helped it with her hands, moving ungracefully and almost falling off the bed.

He was at her side at once, ready to help her, but she stopped him with her hand.

"I can do it by myself. Don't come any closer, please."

She wasn't sure why she had asked nicely, but it seemed to work, because even thought he didn't left his place beside her, he didn't try to help her.

When she finally managed to sit up on the bed, she was exhausted and she sadly realized that she wasn't going anywhere in this conditions. Not without her magic.

She looked up at Kai, still standing before her.

"What happened to my magic?" she asked slowly.

Kai walked back to the table and she thought he was going to sit there again, but he grabbed the chair and pulled it to the bed, sitting down in front of her.

"I put it in Mr. Cuddles," he answered with a shy smile.

All her thoughts were clearly written on her face, because he answered the questions she didn't ask out loud.

"He's Ms. Cuddles companion," he said, his smile widening. "I had to put your magic away, so that it wouldn't interfere with mine while I'm healing you."

"Where's the bear?" she asked, shaking.

She was hurt and powerless, a combination that she didn't like at all.

"He's not a bear," he replied, offended. "I'm not that obvious."

"Where is it, Kai?" she asked angrily.

"Somewhere safe, I promise."

"I need my magic back."

"You don't. You're safe."

"I will never be safe as long as I'm in the same room with you" she hissed, leaning forward to stare him down.

"I won't hurt you," he promised.

She didn't bother replying to that. She was too weak to remind him all the reasons why she believed otherwise.

She would wait until the next day, until she gain her strength back. Maybe Martha knew where he kept it.

"Look," he said, coming closer. "I just need you to give me one more chance."

She jerked back, she didn't like being so close to his eyes.

"You had many chances, Kai."

"When?!" he shouted, angrily. He took a deep breath and calmed down. "When you stabbed me with a pickaxe? Or when you stabbed me with the pen? Oh, wait, maybe that time you stabbed me with Crocodile Dundee's knife?" he asked sarcastically.

"Oh, I don't know," she yelled back. "Maybe that time you shot me with an arrow! Or maybe that time you tied me up and put me in a trunk. Or maybe when you stabbed me and left me alone in your Prison World!"

"Looks like we're even, to me."

They were both breathing fast, staring at each other in resentment.

She was fisting the sheets, and Kai's hand were clamped on the edge of the mattress, mere centimeters from hers. His head was bowed down and she was staring at the curves of his nape, his shoulders and back.

The more she looked at him, the more it seemed like if he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders.

He lifted his head, caught her staring at him. "We need a fresh start."

"I'm not going to be friends with you," she objected.

"I'm not asking you to be friends," he retorted. "I just want you to promise me you won't stab me with the fork when I'll get you your lunch tomorrow."

She bit her lower lip. She couldn't promise something like that, she was definitely going to stab him with the fork.

"I promise you I won't aim to your pretty face," she answered sardonically.

He tried to hide a smile, but he couldn't resist. "You think I'm pretty," he said, eying her boldly.

She rolled her eyes.

He was going to force her to admit that she hadn't been able to keep her eyes off him when he had stepped in shirtless, but Martha was back with their dinner. Thank God she came when she did, because Bonnie would have kicked him in his balls if he'd said something like that.