This is no longer a one shot, and more chapters are to be uploaded soon. Yaaay :D

Because of this recent development, this chapter will serve as an intro to the main story. Enjoy!

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Love That Reunites

Bonnie sat in the woods alone. There was a creek beside her, and she listened to it as it bubbled and sputtered. Shining down on her through the tree tops, the sun's rays gave her claret locks a fiery glow. She let her fingers glide gently along the water's surface.

Shortly after Damon died, Bonnie came to this spot in the woods and sat there every day. She remembered everything that she had thought to herself back then.

Damon was always in the woods, so I know I can find him there. He can't be dead. He just can't be. This is Damon Salvatore that we are talking about. I will come to these woods every day until he shows up. And when he does, he'll have that arrogant smirk on his face when he explains to me that it was all a cruel joke, and that he had never really died. I'll only be mad at him for a minute, but then I'll tell him how I really feel. I'll tell him what I've should have said all along. I'll tell him that I love him.

After visiting this spot in the woods every day for a month, Damon still hadn't shown up. Bonnie had to except the fact that he was really gone and there was no returning. When this revelation finally hit her, it reduced Bonnie to a bundle of sobs. Why didn't I love him when I had the chance?

No longer waiting for Damon to return, Bonnie instead came here to voice aloud all the things that she wished she would have told him. And since the wood had been his territory, Bonnie felt that it connected her to him even though he was gone.

Today, however, Bonnie could only sit and think. The flashback came so suddenly and brought nostalgia so deep that she could hardly bear it.

It was during a rare, and short-lived, period of quiet in Fell's Church. There were no crazed vampires terrorizing the town, and the werewolves were elsewhere too. It was a spring day and the air was beautiful. Bonnie would be a fool not to get out and enjoy it, and since Meredith was in North Carolina visiting relatives and Elena was with Stefan, she had decided to visit the creek that they played in when they were children.

By the time she got to the there, she was burning alive in her clothes. Although the day was lovely, there was still a chill in the air so Bonnie had decided to throw on some leggings and a big t-shirt to go up under her hoodie and jogging pants. Even after removing the hoodie, Bonnie still couldn't seem to cool off, and the sun beaming down on her did nothing to help.

Why did I put so much on? Thinking to herself, Bonnie eyed the crystal clear water longingly. I'm the only one around, she thought. And if I don't cool down, I'll melt!

Looking over her shoulder to make sure that she was truly alone, Bonnie stripped down to her underwear and, clothes, socks, and shoes strewn aside, sank into the cool water. "Aaaaah. So much better," she said as she floated on her back.

Bonnie closed her eyes and could literally feel the heat rising from her body as the water cooled her down.

"I see that the redbird is enjoying a bath, is she not?" Bonnie's eyes nearly flew out of their sockets when she opened them – and she nearly drowned when she tried to stand in the water instead of float.

Strong arms engulfed Bonnie and pulled her out of the water as if she weighed nothing. She began to struggle until she realized who was holding her. Ebony eyes, tainted with amusement, met her scared brown ones. Bonnie could feel the flat muscles of Damon's body against her now shivering one. Simultaneously, Bonnie's fear melted into relief and then to agitation and embarrassment. "Oh Damon, thank goodness it's you!" she said. And then angrily, "Damon, what do you think you're doing?"

"I believe that I was saving you from certain death. Would you have preferred it if I had let you drown?" Damon replied coolly.

"Well, no. But if you hadn't of surprised me, I wouldn't have gone under in the first place. Now please let me go. I'm in my underwear." Although Bonnie thought she was mistaken, she was sure that she saw Damon blush when she said this. Had he not noticed? she thought to herself. Maybe he thought that I was in a bikini.

Damon let her go and kindly turned his back as Bonnie gathered her clothes and shoes and dressed at record speed. At this point, Bonnie was just glad that she had kept her underclothes on. The thought of not only being caught by surprise, but being caught naked as well, was so embarrassing that it was nearly painful. "Okay, you can look now," Bonnie said to Damon.

When Damon turned to face her, Bonnie noticed something odd. Is he…is he LAUGHING? It was true. Damon had found the whole thing comical, and holding back peals of laughter proved to be a losing battle. Damon doubled over and clutched his stomach. He was laughing so hard, and at that moment Bonnie was too amazed to be offended. Bonnie had never heard Damon laugh before, and she assumed that she never would. It just wasn't in his nature. But here he was now, red in the face, and indeed laughing.

"Okay…" she said. "You can stop now." Bonnie approached him. "Did you hear me?" In response, Damon fell at her feet laughing harder than ever. When Bonnie took a moment to consider how she had reacted when he found her, not to mention the state that she was in, she found herself on the ground next to Damon because she couldn't stop laughing either.

When the merriment died down several minutes later, Bonnie realized that she and Damon had locked eyes and had stayed that way for some time. Usually his eyes were dark, cold, and endless, as if they contained the night sky themselves. But at this moment they gave off only pleasure and warmth. The two of them sat up.

Damon surprised Bonnie by sweeping away the wet hair that was stuck to her face and planting a kiss on her forehead. Then, without waiting for her reaction, Damon again kissed her forehead, and then her cheek, and then her lips. Each gesture of affection being soft and quick.

Fast forward nearly a year later, and it is spring and Bonnie is at the same creek, but Damon is not there.

"Why did you have to go?" Bonnie asked aloud.

"I'm right here." replied a voice that had made her heart skip so many beats in the past.

Bonnie whirled around to find a person who sounded like, and who certainly looked like, the Damon Salvatore that she missed so much. But it couldn't really be him, could it? Bonnie stood.

"Damon?" she replied feebly, taking a step back. This can't be real, she thought to herself. "What are you doing here? I thought you were dead. I saw you die!" Bonnie continued to step back as Damon slowly stepped forward. It's too good to be real.

"My little redbird. It's me." Damon, if it really was Damon, spoke as softly as he could. He was no longer walking towards Bonnie, but she was still stepping backwards. She was shaking her head because she couldn't believe that he had really come back. She had waited for a month believing that he would return, and when he didn't it made her lose hope. And yet…

"Bonnie, wait!" While Bonnie was backing away from Damon, she failed to remember that the creek was still behind her. It would have taken supernatural speed and reflexes to keep Bonnie from plummeting into the water. Fortunately, this maybe-Damon had both. Bonnie was safely pressed against him faster than she could blink, and that familiar glint of amusement flashed through his eyes.

"It really is you," Bonnie said as happy tears raced down her face.

Damon kissed her mouth tenderly. When he finally drew back, they whispered to each other concurrently.

"I love you."

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