A/N: It's not my first Bonlijah fic, and I'm feeling kinda needy. Conventional methods of crackshipping kinda bore me so I did a thing. I started another post-5x22 fic and wanted to continue but then realized some of the ideas I had…let's say great minds in the Bamon fandom think alike. So I've concocted another approach in this 3-part series I plan to finish this week as my own challenge. If I doesn't happen all well. All I can do is try. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I disclaim ownership of characters associated with TVD. The plot bunnies and their zaniness belong to me. Copyright infringement is not intended.

Staggering. Horns blaring. Objects in the road swerving to avoid plowing into her. Lights blinded her that even covering her eyes did little to lessen the sting. Her naked feet pounded the hard asphalt as she frantically searched around for something though she had no real idea what it was she was inherently seeking. Self-preservation demanded she get someplace safe, but really was anywhere safe in this large, unrecognizable world?

Water from the blackened sky poured on her head and made it almost impossible to see straight. The noises, the smells they were all so distracting she couldn't decide which direction to go. But then she found herself questioning if she even understood the basic principles about direction.

If there was a place she wanted to be, she simply thought of the place and she was there. Here, the weight of the air seemed oppressing making it that much harder to move. When she pulled air into her lungs it stung and made her cough. It had a taste she didn't like, and it served to only make her more confused about where she was.

Her footsteps faltered and she slipped, but caught herself. Her hand broke her fall and the pain that shot up her arm lodged itself deep within her gums. She gritted against the pain, fought the urge to cry, and pushed herself back to her feet. She shuffled forward on wobbly, unstable legs.

"Please…" her breath a cloud on the air. "Someone help me."

She spoke those words only because she had heard them before. Many times, now that she thought about it. Remembered. But the memory didn't seem to come from her, but from someone else telling her about their experience. A second-hand knowledge translated into her own thoughts.

The loud noises continued, and she slapped both hands over her ears to suppress the uproar. It didn't help. She could still hear the echo and it made her teeth stand on end. How could anyone deal with this level of cacophony and not go mad?

The water from up above refused to relent for even a second. It drenched her from skin to bone. Her once modest attire had now become transparent, and since she wore nothing underneath she was showing more than anyone needed to see.

Her head throbbed and there was a funny, indistinguishable taste in the back of her throat. Metallic like rust and thicker than saliva.

Blood? The image abounded inside her mind but the concept of the fluid escaped her.

She stopped moving. Limbs stiffening in the cold temperature. Shivers soon racked her elfin frame and she was forced to cover herself with her thin arms. It did little to generate any warmth.

"Get out of the road!" a man yelled that made her jump and sob.

She needed help not to be chastised. She didn't know where she was, or who she was for that matter.

No—a voice in the dark abyss of her mind corrected. No, that's not true. You know who you are, but most importantly what you are. Only this isn't your world.

The thought alone scared her beyond reasoning. If she was not in her world then where exactly was she? And how exactly did she get here?

Think. Think—think, she urged her brain to provide answers that for the moment it wanted to keep locked away for its own selfish motives.

She shivered again and this time she became noticeably aware that something translucent, at least to a specific species eyes, moved and quivered right along with her.

Enthralled with the rows of ivory quills, she reached out to touch one to see if it were in fact real, and as she did so they expanded to each side of her, extending in length at least by seven feet if she had to take an educated guess.

Come closer, she thought and the quills encased her protectively. She was in awe but also terrified because she didn't know what this meant or what this made her exactly. Vaguely she knew she hadn't been like this before.

Tires screeching along the wet asphalt drew her attention. When she spun around, the quills on each side of her expanding again, she was greeted to another bright light and the brightness of the light sparked a memory.

It faded before it could form fully but she had caught a glimpse of something. Trees. Earth and pine needles under her feet. A man.

She held her hands out as if that might stop the impact of her body ramming into the unknown surface of the weird object. Lucky for her, the object stopped a foot away from her legs. It radiated some kind of heat that made her already puckered skin become even pimplier.

A side of the object opened and then a dark silhouette rose from it. The girl took a step back.

The person moved closer, moving with a swiftness and agility she had nebulously remembered seeing before. Shadows on top of shadows seemed to conceal the identity of the person which renewed her terror.

"Please…" she backed away.

"Miss Bennett?"

The voice though spoken with softness belied something else. Astonishment? Confusion? Opportunity?

Who was Miss Bennett? The girl was certain no one else was teetering on the side of the street but her.

It was difficult to stare up at the man because of the high beam lights of his weird object stabbing her retina. But when he stepped closer making his features more plain she had to say they matched the attractive timbre of his voice.

She blinked. He blinked.

"Miss Bennett…what are you doing walking in the middle of the street during a thunderstorm? And most importantly…how are you alive?"

She blinked but this time her eye movement was followed up with an expression of profound dubiousness.

Had she not been alive all this time?

Brunet eyes roamed over her person freely and if she had to say—improperly. His gaze was assessing but she noted no cruelty or lasciviousness in his perusal. Could it be because he saw her wings, too?

Elijah Mikaelson had no idea what to make of this. Here stood before him a completely drenched Bonnie Bennett, the former anchor of the Other Side who should have perished with its destruction. Yet she was alive, seemingly, and clearly had no recollection of who he was which made it safe to assume she was clueless about her own identity as well.

She was miles away from home dressed in a gown made of some fabric that shimmered whenever her body twitched. If Elijah still had the wherewithal to blush his cheeks would have been rosy pink because…he could see everything.

Slowly, he removed his suit jacket and held it out in front of him. "Would you allow me to cover you up? You're freezing."

Bonnie stood conflicted. She very much wanted to get warm, very much needed help, but she didn't know this man. Still, he was the only soul who had been kind enough to stop and assist her and her poor head was throbbing, and her feet were blistered and aching. Accepting this kindness would ease her trouble if only for a little while.

Curtly she nodded and stiffened when the kind stranger stepped even closer and wrapped his garment around her shoulders.

Bonnie grabbed the labels to keep the coat in place and pushed strands of her hair away from her face.

"Thank you," she offered in a language Elijah had not heard in over a thousand years.

That left him speechless but he did manage to incline his head.

Questions began to horde and petitioned to be released from his mouth first, but he held off. Getting her somewhere safe was tantamount to his own burning curiosity of how the witch of Mystic Falls landed in Lafayette, Louisiana. How she came back from the dead—twice; an admirable feat he couldn't deny, but what this would mean for the world at large?

One thing at a time, though.

Elijah understood he was the last person Bonnie Bennett would accept sanctuary from. After all, she did try to kill him and he had gotten his revenge, so to speak, by issuing an ultimatum that led to her mother being turned into a vampire. It was the once honorable nobleman in him and maybe even his conscience that prompted him not to leave her abandoned on the side of the road. He might be a creature of the damned; he couldn't let Bonnie fall into the wrong hands.

Stretching out his hand toward his idling vehicle he smiled, "Please will you come with me and I'll take you somewhere warm and safe for the night?" his Aramaic was a little rusty.

There was no flicker of a warning going off in her head telling her she shouldn't. Her alternative options were limited, and someone with such a handsome face would not mean her any harm, right?

"Thank you," she whispered softly.

Elijah stepped aside then followed Bonnie to the passenger side of his Mercedes. He opened the door for her, and she hesitantly slid into the seat.

Once he shut the door his cell vibrated. He quickly walked to the driver side and climbed behind the wheel all the while digging his phone out of his pocket.

He answered, "Yes, brother I'm back in the states but my return to New Orleans has to be postponed." Pause. A heavy sigh. Suck of the teeth. "Can someone honestly go one night without planning your death in a coup? I'll be there when I've settled another matter. You're immortal. Killing you is almost impossible, so you'll be fine," Elijah smiled and ended the phone call.

"Immortal?"

Bonnie's voice snapped Elijah back to the situation at present.

"I will explain," he shifted the car into drive and pulled away from the curb. "Later. Tell me, what do you remember?"

His question went unanswered because something else began to plague the mind of the young woman.

That word immortal gave way to another burst of memory. A person had stared into the bright light with her? Immortal. He had been one? Or they were immortals together?

If she had not come here alone…where was he if he was not here with her right now?

TBC.

A/N: What exactly is Bonnie? Why is she in Louisiana? Where's Damon? What's going on? Your guess is as good as mine. Thanks for reading, kittens.