Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. This. Show. I really need to make better disclaimers…oh, I don't own "Colorblind" by Natalie Walker.

A/N: So since everyone liked "Apologies" I'm going to write this because it popped into my head and just wouldn't go away. It's based on the song by Natalie Walker, called "Colorblind". I'm not going to explain it too much (I tend to do that in disclaimers) but please tell me what your think. Also, I might add another chapter to "Apologies" if anyone has any ideas they'd like me to add.

I am colorblind

Coffee black and egg white

Pull me out from inside

I am ready, I am ready, I am ready…

I just couldn't believe him. I couldn't believe how cruel he was being to her. I had been that cruel before, but I never thought I would see Stefan call Elena weak, or stupid.

I mean, at first I knew there wasn't any humanity left in Stefan, but his love for Elena had been so deep, always there to stop him from hurting her more than he had already. He resisted Klaus's compulsion; he refused to feed on her because he loved her, and now he was telling her she was weak because she thought that he could come back, be who he was before.

I saw her punch him in the gut with her stakes, saw as she told him it made her strong. I also heard her heartbroken sobs when she reached the car. Maybe she thought she was strong, maybe she thought that she could keep from breaking, but I knew that sooner or later should would anyway. It would be in front of Stefan, too, and that would show him how scared she was. I didn't want him to have the upper hand over her because then he would think he could get her to do anything. He had tried getting to her earlier, and he knew that she would fight back when Klaus was sure Michael wasn't a threat (I prayed that he would be enough to kill Klaus) so he needed to break her before Klaus got back.

I uncapped the bottle of bourbon, filling a glass completely. Stefan wandered in, smirking.

"Drowning your sorrows, brother?" he inquired, taking his own glass and pouring a drink.

I shook my head. "No. Just…thinking."

"With a full glass?"

"I can hold my own." I said, walking away and heading for my room. I wasn't in the mood for another pointless talk about how I should stay away from Elena because she was bound to go with Klaus one way or the other. Stefan had already explained that about a thousand times.

Upstairs I had another bottle of bourbon, and I promptly drowned my sorrows until the world was hazy and blurred. It takes a lot of alcohol to do that to a vampire.

I wondered what would have happened if I had never come here. Would Stefan be evil? Would he be with Elena? Would he have even tried to meet her?

I thought about all the people that had died since I had moved back…Vicki, Zach, Tanner, Lexi, Anna, Caroline (not in the "gone sense so much as the "dead but walking" way), Isobel (would that be a good thing?), John, and Jenna. I had set everything in motion, one way or the other. I had caused so much of the pain that Elena was feeling now.

What if I could take it all back?

It seemed silly at first, until the idea started getting bigger and bigger. What if I could go back and never come here? I imagined Elena, rosy-cheeked and laughing as she and Stefan danced at the beginning-of-school dance, Jenna alive and watching from the corner with Alaric, Vicki smiling as she slow-danced with Tyler, Matt and Caroline exchanging shy glances, Jeremy holding Anna close, Bonnie with someone else that cared for her (was I the only one that saw how badly a breakup with Jeremy would affect Elena?). Of course, there was no way…

Bonnie.

The name floated out of the seas of names drifting in my head. Bonnie was a witch, she could do powerful spells. There had to be a time-travel spell that I could have her do.

Well…I could do that when I could see straight and walk. I slipped into a shadow, foggy sleep.

O.o.O.o.O.

Bonnie was less than pleased with my idea. "You want to go back and fix things by not showing up?" she asked, incredulous. "Why? So you can trick me into sending you back and then somehow win Elena over? No way."

"Please." I pleaded. "Bonnie, she's going to break soon. She's taken too much all at once and I just wish I could find a way for her to suffer less. All I want to do is go back so that I can watch from far away without interfering."

"Really…?" Bonnie was carefully watching my face for any changes. "How will it help?"

I shrugged. "Vicki won't die. Neither will Lexi, or Tanner, or Zach, or the countless others I've killed here. Want a longer list? I won't be able to screw things up because all I want is for Elena to be happy, and I know that she can't ever be happy with me."

Bonnie shook her head. "How will I know if you're telling the truth?"

"Well, you'll be in an alternate universe where you don't remember this conversation and everyone you love is alive…oh, let's say, Grams? I won't be here to insist you open the tomb."

Her eyes gleamed with tears. "I…" her hand moved towards a book and she opened it slightly, peering inside. "I don't know, Damon, I really don't."

"Bonnie, please." I begged. "I don't know what else I can do, we're in way too deep to fix this." That much was true. I couldn't see any real way out that didn't involve Elena dying or being carted around by Klaus as human blood bag, getting more of the diminished Mystic falls population killed in the process.

"Fine." Said Bonnie, surprising me. "But you have to give me—past me—a note that I'm going to write, and you can't touch it or change it, understand? I'm going to put a spell on it so it can't be changed."

"I—what? A note?"

"I don't want you ruining things." She said, already scribbling something on a scrap of paper she had gotten from the table. "I want to make sure Elena doesn't get hurt by you."

It was the first time I wished that I had Bonnie's trust. I wanted her to know that this time I meant what I said; much as I wanted to, I had no intentions of going near Elena unless I had too.

Bonnie thrust the note into my hands. "Here. If you don't give this to past me within three hours you'll light on fire. Now go over there and sit down, this spell might take a while."

"I'll what?" I exclaimed, still a little occupied with the first statement.

"Light on fire." She said. "You can read that while I do the spell, if you want. I know you're going to anyway."

She forced me to sit, put candles around me in a circle, selected a book, and began to chant. I hesitantly opened the note she had written, hoping it didn't explode.

Dear past me,

It's Bonnie, but from the future. There are a lot of things you should know, and things I wish I could tell you, but you need to know it's really me (there's a folded note enclosed in this one with…er… "proof" that you may want to throw away after reading it. Just so you know I'm you and not a psychopath).

You're a witch, like Grams said. It crazy, I know, but it's absolutely true. The guy that might be giving you this note, Damon Salvatore, he's a vampire. Keep him away from Elena, okay? He might start giving her funny looks, like he wants to kiss her or something…I don't know. Just don't let him get to her.

Other than that…be careful. Where I'm from, lots of things went wrong, and we lost our Grams because Damon had us do a spell to open a tomb full of vampires. Don't let that happen again. Things are so bad now that I'm sending Damon to the past to set it right. I think that this time he really wants to do some good, so don't be too hard on him. If this spell doesn't work…Damon, give this note to Elena, with my love to her and Jeremy. I hope I can go out with a bang.

Bonnie

My heart would have sped up if it could still beat. Bonnie was throwing away her life just to send me back?

"Bonnie…?" I asked looking up to see her chanting louder.

She stopped for a fraction of a second. "You're right, Damon, there's no way out this time. Besides, I won't be dead if this works."

"Bonnie." I said again, warning in my voice. "Bonnie, no."

It was too late. The candles were flaring up, illuminating the room as I clutched the note in my fist and tried not to get singed. Bonnie was surrounded by a vortex of whirling energy, closing in on me. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was her face as it fell back, a peaceful smile tracing up to her cheeks.

A/N: Shall I continue? I want to rewrite everything where he makes sure no one dies and all that awesomeness ;)