Hello Bamon fans! First off, thanks for choosing my story to read, it means a lot. :)

So this is my first fanfic – that I'm posting. It's a series of Bonnie/Damon one-shot type scenes, all set in the rain. Yey!

So here's the first one. Enough from me. Enjoy!

Tears Rain Down From the Sky

Bonnie slammed her car door shut.

"What do you want, Damon?"

He was standing on her front porch, the hood of his leather jacket doing little to protect him from the current downpour.

Why was he here? She didn't know. Seeing him standing outside her house as she drove past had come as quite a shock to her - she couldn't think of a single reason why he would be here. Unless he'd come to gloat.

Grams.

Pain stabbed at her chest and she pushed the thought away.

But with the shock had come anger - anger at seeing him; that he dared to set foot near her house - it bubbled in her chest, threatening to consume her.

Keep calm. He's not worth this.

With a deep breath to calm herself, Bonnie took a step towards him.

"Why are you here, Damon?" she pressed.

He was looking at her now, unconsciously moving towards her, and the look in his eyes scared her. Not the sorrow they held - the echo of regret - but how that made her feel.

Damon was a broken man after all. That night at the tomb he'd lost something too, a part of him. After a hundred and forty-five years of searching he'd thought he'd finally cracked it - a way to get Katherine back - and she hadn't been there.

He deserves it, Bonnie thought, and yet she couldn't push down the pity, the empathy she felt for him. It made her feel sick.

She would not feel sorry for him. He didn't deserve her sympathy.

She hated him.

He still hadn't answered her, but he continued to stalk slowly towards her, even as she pushed past him.

"If you're not gonna say anything can you just leave," her voice cracked on the last word and she flinched.

Keep it together.

On the porch now, she reached inside her back pocket for her for keys. Rain dripped from her hair, down her face. It wasn't until she was fumbling with her keys, trying in vain to slot the right one into the hole by the door handle, that she realised her hands were shaking.

Steady hands reached over and removed the keys from her grasp.

"Can you just, give me five minutes?"

She couldn't look at him. She was sure that doing so would bring back a whole night of memories that she did not want to relive. But his voice startled her - it was hoarse, rough, like he hadn't slept in days - and she turned to face him.

His features were shadowed by his hood, the heavily falling rain obscured her vision, but from what she could make out Damon looked awful. His eyes were glassy, shrunken; dark purple circles bruised the skin underneath. He hadn't shaved and as he looked at her, she noticed how he seemed to look beyond her as if his thoughts were some place else.

Could he really have changed so much in a matter of days?

Her keys still dangled loosely from his right hand, so she focused on them instead of his face.

"Why should I?" she asked, but it didn't come off as forcefully as she would have liked.

"I wanted to... apologize," and even though the words sounded false in his emotionless tone, part of Bonnie believed him.

"For killing my Grams you mean?" she asked; anger laced her tone.

She had expected him to deny it, to get angry with her, to do something, so his answer surprised her.

"Y-yes."

Her head shot up. He wasn't looking at her, he was staring at a place above her head, but she knew he meant what he was saying.

"I know I don't have a right to be, it's my fault she's dead, but if I said I regretted what I'd done I'd be lying. Let me finish-" he pressed, when she opened her mouth to protest - Bonnie pursed her lips, "I regret killing her, yes. But if hadn't gotten into that tomb I wouldn't have found out that Katherine wasn't in there," Bonnie rolled her eyes (Katherine this, Katherine that), "and I wouldn't want to nail that vampire bitch to the ground."

Bonnie had to fight off a laugh, her eyes widening in astonishment. She hadn't been expecting that.

"Don't look so surprised," Damon said. His mouth was turned down at the corners, as if he were trying not to smile, "Katherine has a lot of enemies, including you if I'm right?" it came out as a question.

Bonnie deadpanned. To be truthful she hadn't really thought about Katherine at all - she'd been so adamantly blaming Damon (and Stefan, partly) for her Grams' death. But now that she thought it through, Katherine was the entire cause of this - she'd been the reason Damon had wanted into the damn tomb after all.

"I want her dead as much as you do," Bonnie answered, her tone ice cold, "if it weren't for her none of this would have happened."

Damon nodded, the look in his eyes was so intense, Bonnie had to look away, "That's why I'm here," a thread of guilt laced his tone - she knew he hadn't just come to apologize.

"Yes?" Bonnie pressed. She didn't feel like doing anything for Damon - or Stefan for that matter - but the damage that Katherine could cause in this town was bigger than all of them put together. There were more important things than Bonnie's grudge against the Salvatore brothers.

"I need to know..." Damon began sheepishly, as if he was sure Bonnie would refuse at any moment. She raised her eyebrows questioningly and he continued, "I need to know that when the time comes you'll be on our side. You're a powerful witch Bonnie, but Katherine is strong, smart and ruthless and... we... me and Stefan, we... need you," he cringed on the last words, as if they caused him physical pain to speak, "to help us bring her down."

Bonnie didn't answer right away and for a while they stood there, staring at each other intently. She had already made her mind up - of course she would fight against Katherine - but something about the way Damon was acting today made her uneasy and so she continued to look at him, sizing the older man up. She smiled smugly when he squirmed - her gaze made him uncomfortable.

"Of course I'll help you," Bonnie answered coolly. She noticed when he blinked, clearly shocked, "it's not for your benefit Damon," his shocked demeanour faded, "I wanna protect this town and if that means working with you and Stefan then so be it. But if you make one wrong move I will-"

"Take me down, yeah I know," he cut in, a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth. She did not smile back.

"I think you should leave, Damon," she said dryly, scowling when he rolled his eyes.

"Fine little witch, until we meet again," he set off down her drive; she was staring after him when he turned back around, "and Bonnie?" she nodded slightly, encouraging him to go on. His face was set in that solemn, regretful expression again and she knew what he was going to say before he said it, "about your grandmother, I really am sorry."

After that he nodded, turned and set off down the empty street.

Bonnie was glad it was raining; he couldn't see her tears.

A/N: Getting off to an angsty start, I love a bit of angst don't you? ;)

It will eventually get more fun and romantic, (or whatever the Damon-equivalent of romantic is) but until then...

:D