Damon settled back into his bed. He watched Bonnie's shadow pass his room as she walked towards her own.

She would never admit it to him but she liked being near him. He knew this because she had started a slow migration from her room 4 doors down the hall into the room right across from his. He never brought it up because he was afraid she might move back and as much as it pained him to admit it, he liked being near her too.

He could hear her going about her nightly routine which he had to admit she followed religiously.

Its not that he was trying to listen in on what she was doing all the time its just that there wasn't much else to do here and seeing as she was his only source of entertainment he thought he might as well take full advantage.

By full advantage he meant even listening to her sleep. In fact, especially listening to her sleep.

He liked hearing her talk in her sleep, he wasn't even sure if she knew that she did it or not but he found it incredibly interesting to hear her say things without a filter, even if they were incoherent.

Bonnie Bennett was nothing if not calculated. Everything she said to Damon was controlled and well thought out, it must be amazing his mind wandered, to know that the words you're saying would have an impact on someone else, at least enough of an impact that you think before you speak. He shrugged off the thought starting to feel a little too much like Stefan, had he started brooding for a second there?

He tuned back in to hear Bonnies slow breathing and soft snores. How she could fall asleep so fast was astounding to him, "it must be tiring being so judgy all day" he muttered to himself.

He must have started to doze off because the next thing he knew he could hear bonnie talking loudly in a much more frantic tone than usual. As he zoned into what she was saying he heard "Jeremy". Damon's eyebrows shot up, was she having… a sex dream? Just the thought of Bonnie and little gilbert getting it on was enough to make Damon gag. Elena had once asked him why Bonnie being with her little brother had bugged him so much and he realized that he didn't really have a reason, he just didn't like to think of Bonnie like that, or at least that's what he told himself.

Damon continued to listen intently waiting for more, an explanation of sorts but she was quiet. He tried to brush it off but something about the way she had said "Jeremy" almost like she was begging struck him as odd even for a sex dream. Her breathing had almost gone back to normal but Damon could hear her heart racing. "one hell of a dream" Damon thought to himself "little gilbert must really be giving it to her" he mumbled, cringing as soon as the words left his lips leaving them in a grimace.

Suddenly, her breathing became quick and shallow again almost like she was trying to run a marathon in her sleep. "I said NO" he heard Bonnie practically yell. The last word was enunciated so well that it couldn't be mistaken for anything else and her harsh tone told him, to his relief, that this was definitely not a sex dream.

While Damon was busy basking in his relief he began to put Bonnie's words together. "Jeremy" …" I said NO" and suddenly Damon was all fury and fire and questions, a million questions. Why was Bonnie saying no? what was Bonnie saying no to? Why wasn't Jeremy listening? Was he hurting her? Was he touching her? The further he allowed his thoughts to drift the angrier he became. He tried to reason with himself saying that Bonnie was just having a dream, maybe she was reliving a fight but maybe the whole situation was completely made up and maybe any of the MANY scenarios Damon had created in his mind to explain her sleep talk were incorrect.

He spent another of couple of minutes trying to talk himself out of whatever it was he planned to do next when he heard Bonnie's pulse speed up again.

"That's it" Damon declared springing off his bed and walking across the hall. He was just going to wake her up to make sure she was okay, after all he couldn't have his only escape route from this hell dimension dying from a heart attack now could he.

He pushed Bonnie's door open and noticed her sprawled out on the bed her sheets soaked in sweat. He pushed his hair out of his face regretting the whole heart attack joke he had just made because it looked like Bonnie just might be having one.

He walked over to the side of her bed and gently tapped her shoulder still glistening with sweat. She didn't respond right away and Damon started to panic. He tried again this time shaking her small frame a little more trying to pull her out of whatever trance she was currently in.

Bonnie lashed out. Grabbing Damon's hands and ripping them off of her body she jumped off of her bed opposite where Damon was standing and slammed full force into the wall. She nearly collapsed from the impact but Damon got there just in time to steady her before she had the chance. "Damon what are you doing in here" Bonnie demanded sounding slightly less threatening than he was sure she had meant to. "You scared me half to death" she whispered more to herself than to anybody else.

Damon wasn't too sure how to respond. Why was he there he wondered? He remembered getting mad and deciding that enough was enough and that he was going to put a stop to this, but a stop to what? To her dreaming? That sounded ridiculous in his head so he knew it would sound even worse if he said it out loud. "I heard you yelling" was the response he settled for, "And then I came in here to make sure you were okay and that's when you went all karate kid on my ass" he threw in his signature smirk for good measure.

Bonnie visibly relaxed "I was having a bad dream" she said her lips turning up into a lazy smile that never reached her eyes, "sorry for waking you up I'll try to keep it down next time I'm being terrorized by my own mind" she scoffed. She had tried to make her last comment sound lighthearted, like she had been dreaming of a monster under her bed but Damon could see through it. He looked at her for a long second realizing her was still holding onto her. He let her go and took a step back still inspecting her.

"What did he do to you bon" he asked almost like he was wondering to himself aloud.

Bonnie squirmed at the sudden drop in Damon's voice and his intense blue eyes staring into hers as he asked her the question almost none of her friend had ever bothered to ask. "we can talk about it in the morning" she said to Damon breaking eye contact and stumbling back into her bed.

Damon stood there for a moment needing more but knowing he was not going to get it, not tonight and maybe not ever. He threw one last glance at Bonnie as she curled herself into a ball getting ready to fall back asleep and then slowly he turned and walked back out her door.