entitled: Anything Could Happen
summary: Bonnie Bennett knew that everything had changed the moment she woke up next to Damon Salvatore. But then again, when that pregnancy test showed up positive, she found herself not really regretting what had happened. post season 5
pairings/characters: bamon, steroline, past-delena, bonenzo (friendship), vampire!matt
warning: This fic is very anti-Elena. Just a heads up.
rating: t
disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or it's characters.
notes: I know this idea has been done to death but I thought to myself, why the hell not?
ps: Title from Ellie Goulding's amazing song.
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'after the war we said we'd fight together
i guess we thought that's just what humans do
letting darkness grow
as if we need its palette and we need its colour
but now i've seen it through
and now i know the truth'
-'anything could happen', ellie goulding
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Life was slowly returning to normal in Mystic Falls.
Well, as normal as things can get in a town inhabited by vampires, werewolves, and witches.
Coming back from the Other Side for the second time in less than a year - well, to put it simply, it was a bit exhausting. At least she wasn't the Anchor this time.
Bonnie Bennett wasn't surprised by a few things that had changed when she returned. Like, Stefan and Caroline had finally gotten together and Stefan had given Elena the big brush off at last. For Stefan and Caroline, it hadn't been all sunshine and roses like Caroline had hoped. They fought like cats and dogs over stupid little things that actually meant nothing. But in the end, they were crazy for each other.
Damon had gone right back to Elena, probably the moment that they landed back into the land of the living. For a while there, it looked like things would be the same.
But they weren't.
She had found Jeremy at the Grille, drinking his little heart out. She didn't know and didn't care how he obtained the liquor. All she wanted -
All she wanted was for him to hold her.
And at that moment, when Bonnie looked into his eyes, she knew that something had changed between the two of them. Something that could never be fixed.
They talked for what seemed like hours but was maybe forty minutes before Bonnie excused herself as politely as she could. She had to scream. She had to shout and yell and jump up and down because this wasn't fair. None of this was fair. She didn't ask to be brought back as the Anchor. She didn't ask to have the suffer the pain of every supernatural death and she didn't ask to give up her life (again) to bring back nearly fifty supernatural creatures that didn't deserve to be brought back.
And she didn't ask to be sent to the crumbling Other Side for another trip with Damon fucking Salvatore.
He could tell Elena was lying through her teeth when she told him that everything was absolutely wonderful now that he was back from the dead.
She knew he had spent that time over there with Bonnie. She could tell that they didn't hate each other anymore. She knew that they even liked each other a little bit.
And she was jealous.
In another world, another time, Damon Salvatore would have enjoyed this. He would have enjoyed being the center of jealousy and would have lorded it over her for as long as he could.
But now -
Now, he was tired. Now, he just wanted to go back to things the way they were before.
Finally, that subject came to a head and it resulted in a screaming fight that ended with a few things being broken to bits. To which that, the outcome was with him storming from the house in a towering rage and the driving urge to track down the nearest human vessel to drain dry.
He does come across a late night jogger and taps her jugular for a few ounces but stops himself when her eyes begin to glaze over. He quickly presses some of his blood to her lips and sends her on her way with the memory of an LSD trip.
He considers heading for the Grille but decides against it, making for some seedy bar that he knows not even princess Elena would end up in.
Boy, is he surprised to see a little witch staggering out the front door instead.
Damon melds into the shadows, watching as the tiny green eyed brunette comes out on the arm of some big biker guy with tattoos all the way up his arms and a gold hoop earring. He suddenly as the impression of the pirate Blackbeard and hides a smirk as the man proceeds to steer Bonnie towards his car.
"Oh, thank you so much, sonny," Bonnie chuckles tipsily. "But I think I shall walk from here."
"Oh, let me take you home, honey-pie," Blackbeard says with his own chuckle. "It's right on my way."
"What, to my home or your den of iniquity?" Bonnie replies.
Damon peers a little closer and notices that Bonnie is not as drunk as he originally thought.
Blackbeard gazes down at Bonnie like he has never seen anything quite like her before for just a few moments before he makes a split second decision. His arms latch around her waist and proceed to pull her up over his shoulder, Bonnie letting out a yell that could be heard in Texas.
Damon barely as a chance to move towards them before Blackbeard is shouting out in agony, dropping Bonnie with a thud to the concrete ground and clawing at his own arms. Large white and red boils are bursting up and down his arms and neck, making their way up his throat and to the top of his head. The man cries out again and takes off like a shot into the darkness, his painful screams echoing behind him.
Damon can't help himself. He begins to applaud as he steps out of his hidden corner, watching as Bonnie pulls herself to her feet and brushes herself off. She herself lets out a groan of distaste when she sees him, rolling her eyes almost all the way into the back of her head.
"What are you doing here, Damon?" Bonnie says.
"I should ask you the same thing, little witch," Damon says. "This isn't the kind of place that I thought I'd see someone like you at."
"I'd say that too, except then I stop and remember who you are," Bonnie returns with a snap. "Now, if you'll excuse me." She begins to walk towards her car and trips over her own feet, beginning to what looks to be a very painful descent towards the ground once again.
This time, Damon reacts. His arms snap out and catch her around the waist, setting her back on her tiny feet with one arm wrapped around her.
"Okay, I was wrong. You're smashed," Damon says. "Let me drive you home."
Bonnie holds a hand to her forehead, looking more weary and exhausted then ever. "All right. But no funny business."
"Right back at you, judgy."
Bonnie stumbles through the unlocked door of her home, her hand clawing at the siding of the wall before finding the light switch. They both wince as the bright light shines over the both of them, bathing them in it's florescent warmth.
Damon then tries to step over the threshold and rams right into an invisible barrier.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot," Bonnie chuckles, half amused at the irritated look on his face. "Because I'm not the anchor anymore, I'm actually alive and you can't come in."
Damon rolls his eyes at her tone. "Very funny, judgy."
"Ah, I enjoyed it too," Bonnie says.
Damon turns to go, glancing back at her for a brief moment. "Will you be okay from here?" he asks sincerely.
Bonnie nods. "Yeah, I think so."
"Okay then...um...good night."
He fully turns to go and Bonnie's voice stops him.
"Damon?"
Damon shifts around, his shoulders tensing ever so slightly before he brings his grey eyes to find her face in that light. And he sees the young woman that he had landed in the Other Dimension with. The young woman who had looked him right in the eyes without wanting to murder him. The young woman who had taken his hand without hesitation and held on so tightly.
"Would you like to come in?"
"You know, I think I am the only vampire in this town that has never seen the inside of your house."
Bonnie chuckles, accepting the mug of coffee he presses into her hand. She takes a small sip and lets out the tiniest moan of pleasure.
"Wow, this is good. What did you put in it?"
Damon comes around the side of the couch and sits down next to her, making sure there is a good measure of space in between their bodies. He has his own mug to which he promptly drops a good measure of scotch into it.
"A little trick my mother taught me a long time ago. Just a bit of cinnamon and vanilla."
"That explains it. It's a girly drink."
"OH, shut up and drink it."
Bonnie obeys with a smirk.
The two of them continue to sit in comfortable silence. Damon nurses his Irish coffee and glances around the living room. Except for Elena's house, he has never seen a home with so many photographs all around. He recognizes a few faces here and there but a majority are of a certain Bennett witch.
Like Bonnie reads his mind, she places her mug on the coffee table and leans forward a bit. "After Grams died, I pulled all of the photographs out of her house and brought them here. Half of these people I don't even know but Grams did. It - it helps me feel a little bit closer to her. And to my mother."
"I don't see any of your father."
"In the few times that he was home, he was always behind the camera. He hated being photographed."
"Sounds like my father," Damon says, leaning back against the cushions.
Bonnie glances to her right, catching his face in her peripheral vision.
He really is beautiful.
Features like someone who had just walked out of a classic film. Startling grey eyes that reminded her of two diamonds, inky black hair that stuck up all over his head.
Yes, Damon Salvatore was gorgeous but what about the inside? The inside was what really counted.
"What was your father like?" she asks softly, knowing that she is taking a risky chance here.
Damon's shoulders stiffen ever so slightly. Bonnie takes another sip of her coffee, preparing to jump into another subject but then:
"He was a very strict man," he says slowly. "He wanted me and Stefan to follow in his footsteps. To be head of his own companies." Damon swallows and takes a sip of his own coffee. "Stefan was eager to please him but me - I didn't want to do what he wanted me to do."
"What did you want to do?" Bonnie asks.
Damon lightly smacks his lips, setting his mug down onto the coffee table. He remains leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "I wanted to go into architecture."
Bonnie raises a brow. "Architecture? Really?"
Damon chuckles. "I think I got it from my mother," he says. "When we moved into our home here in Mystic Falls, she ripped the place apart and changed everything. She made it into a home."
Bonnie can't help but wince. She had never heard Damon nor Stefan talk about their mother.
"Can I ask - what was your mother's name?"
Damon finally turns to look at her. Bonnie peers into those eyes and sees everything that had to have been there when Damon Salvatore was a human. Emotions of love, peace, and just a little bit of hope.
"Antonia."
"Antonia," Bonnie repeats. "That's very pretty."
"Antonia Jacqueline Dolette Salvatore," Damon says, rolling the R's. "Very very Italian."
And then ...
"She defended me whenever Father got a stick stuck up his ass," Damon continues softly. "She was the only one that was ever able to control him and - and I believe he loved her very much."
Bonnie remains silent.
"She died when I was twenty-two, right before I was supposed to go away to fight for the South."
Her voice is a crackle as she asks: "What happened?"
"Consumption. Today you'd call it tuberculosis," Damon murmurs. "She had always been fragile and when she carried Stefan, it weakened her greatly. For most of his life, she remained in her room. I tried to be with her as often as I could but Father was pressuring me to do these things I didn't want to do. And when I went against him -"
Bonnie doesn't need to hear any more.
"Things were never that bad with Stefan because he wanted to please Father. And when Father was pleased, he was a downright prince. Stefan was lucky. He never had to go through it. And he bought my stories about getting those black eyes from falling down or walking into a door."
"He did?"
"Well, at first. Later on he figured out what was going on."
"Is that why?" Bonnie can't really help herself. "I mean, was that beginning of it all? Before Katherine?"
Damon nods, glancing up at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Yeah. Something like that."
She can tell that he is expecting her to start defending Stefan but she doesn't say a word. She does do something that surprises both of them.
She takes his hand.
Yes, they had held hands when they had landed on the dissolving Other Side together. They had held right on and even woke up after the explosion still holding hands.
This was different.
This was comfort.
Friendship.
Loyalty.
"Bonnie?"
"Hmm?"
The next words that leave Damon Salvatore's mouth nearly knock her out.
"I'm sorry. About everything."
And the reason why they nearly knock her out is because she believes him.
She won't forgive him. And she doubts she ever will.
But -
But she can let go. She can move on. She can take a page out of the Stefan Salvatore handbook and learn how to be the better person by finding good in others.
Bonnie squeezes Damon's hand tightly, linking their fingers together. She can tell that he understands just by that simple gesture. That he will never be off the hook but she won't be lording the past over his head for the rest of their lives. Of course, if he screws up like that again -
Now, that's another story.
But their story begins now.
His mouth on hers is surprisingly soft. She's not sure who actually initiated the kiss, not that either of them really care.
And then she's pushing him back against the cushions, moving so she's practically sitting in his lap. He continues to press his lips down her throat and right to her clavicle, his kisses warm and gentle. She cards her fingers through his hair and neither of them do a thing to stop this.
Not a damn thing.
Okay, that's it. Dawn's early light hurts like a bitch.
Especially when you have a hangover.
Bonnie lets out a small groan, feeling the sun burning right through her eyelids. She pushes up slightly and finds her hand meeting solid flesh.
Aw crap.
Her eyes fly open and she realizes that she's laying in the very comfortable embrace of a still sleeping Damon Salvatore.
And they're both naked.
Well, they do have the couch comforter over them but still -
She's naked with Damon Salvatore.
The whole night comes crashing back with a loud bang and Bonnie pulls herself out of Damon's arms, stealing the comforter to wrap around her form.
"Wazzagoin?"
Damon's awake now. Bonnie doesn't want to look at him for fear that she will turn bright red. She doesn't have to do her walk of shame. She's better than that.
"Good morning, sunshine," she says, rising up off the couch. Her eyes peel around for her clothes. Anything to do so she doesn't have to look at him.
She spots her shirt, in tatters, hanging from the ceiling fan. How the hell -?
Oh, never mind.
"Bonnie -"
"No, don't say it," Bonnie whirls around to face him and oh, thank god, he's got his pants on. "We don't even have to talk about it."
"Maybe we should," Damon says almost dejectedly. He picks his shirt up off the floor and pulls it on over his head. "It was bound to happen."
Huh?
"What do you mean, it was bound to happen?" Bonnie snaps, her voice a little harsher than she intends.
Damon shrugs a shoulder, trying to look nonchalant about the whole thing. Bonnie doesn't know how he can do it. Especially with the fact that he had just cheated on Elena, the girl who he had been madly in love with since the beginning of time.
She and Elena had drifted apart in the last months since she and Damon had come back. Elena had spent most of her time with Damon while Bonnie found herself with Jeremy and also Caroline and Stefan. Even Caroline, who had found out about Elena badmouthing her that one time, had pulled away.
Honestly, Bonnie was done. She would keep Elena as an acquaintance but that was about it.
Damon grabbed his boots which one had somehow ended up in the empty fireplace while the other one was laying on it's side on the mantle. He sits down on the edge of the sofa and proceeds to yank them on, his shoulders hunched up with tension. Bonnie knows she is the cause of that tension.
"Damon -"
Damon holds up a hand, silencing her.
"No, Bon, it's okay. I can tell you think this was a huge mistake," he says, standing back up.
"And you don't?"
"No, as a matter of act. I don't."
And he's gone within the blink of an eye.
Three weeks later ...
The smell of Stefan's cooking is so delicious. Spaghetti and meatballs, with the sauce made from scratch. She swears, she will gobble up every bite -
Oh, God, she's gonna hurl.
"Bonnie?"
Caroline's voice is a distant memory as Bonnie runs for the bathroom for the fifth time today.
After vomiting up whatever the hell is left in her stomach, Bonnie sinks down to the cool tiled floor, her forehead resting against the side of the bathtub.
A soft knock comes at the door.
"Bonnie? Bonnie, are you okay?"
She tries to answer Caroline and her voice comes out in a hoarse grunt.
The door softly slides open and Caroline steps through, sinking down to her knees beside her downed friend.
"Honey, what the hell is going on?" Caroline says as she reaches over to pull a washcloth from the rack in the bathtub. "Do you think you've got that flu that's going around?"
"That's probably it," Bonnie says, accepting the wet and cool cloth that Caroline presses to her forehead. "But for over a week? You would think that I would have gotten rid of it by now."
"You would think," Caroline agrees, glancing to her right. Her eyes suddenly widen and she looks back at Bonnie with such a wild stare that Bonnie thinks she has grown a pair of antlers or something. "Uh, Bonnie?"
"Yes, Caroline?" Bonnie says, closing her own eyes.
"When was the last time you and Jeremy had sex?"
"Calling Dr. Random," Bonnie sighs. "You know we broke up when he left for college."
Jeremy had graduated from high school early, having pulled a stunning one-eighty with his grades. The two of them had finally called it quits early last month, not long after her little escapade with Damon. Her little escapade that she had told no one about.
Oddly enough, she had thought she would hate this break up, that she would sink into a deep depression or something and just be a plain old bitch.
But she didn't. She actually felt pretty damn good.
It was better this way. It was right.
"Just answer the question," Caroline says.
"I don't know. About four months ago. After Damon and I got back, we weren't really bosom buddies anymore."
Caroline sighs, her eyes almost disappointed.
"Why do you ask?" Bonnie asks.
"You are nauseated all the time, right?"
Bonnie nods.
"Sore boobs?"
Come to think of it, she did have sore boobs.
"You've been tired and you've actually put on a few pounds."
That gets her.
"Excuse me?" Bonnie snaps. "Caroline, what the hell is your point?"
"Well, I thought perhaps you were pregnant."
Okay, that does it.
"Me? Pregnant? Are you out of your mind?" Bonnie snaps. "That is ridiculous. Besides, that would be a pretty neat trick."
"Okay, okay, don't bite my head off. It was just a thought." Caroline gets to her feet, gently pulling Bonnie up with her. "Are you feeling all right now?"
Bonnie nods. "Yeah."
"Do you think you can eat a little something?"
"Probably. Go back to Stefan, Caroline. I just want a minute alone," Bonnie gently pushes her out the door. "I just want to splash some water on my face."
She can tell that Caroline doesn't believe her but she goes. Bonnie waits until Caroline's footsteps disappear from the stairs before she lets out a breath.
Oh, god, oh, god.
Ohgodohgodohgod.
Could it be possible?
Nah.
Stranger things have happened.
Getting pregnant by a vampire, well -
Yes, that was strange.
And it was impossible.
She goes to the doctor the next day.
There is a family planning clinic right outside of town and they accept walk ins. Bonnie goes in there and waits for about twenty minutes before the doctor comes to get her and brings her into an examining room. While there, the doctor gives her a physical and takes a little bit of blood out of her arm, promising results within the hour.
So Bonnie waits some more.
She ignores constant calls and texts from Caroline, a few from Stefan and Matt and a phone call from Jeremy. Yes, they had broken up but they were still friendly.
And then one from Damon flashes over the screen.
We need to talk.
"Miss McCullough?"
Thank god no one knew who she was here and thank god for anonymity.
Bonnie's head raises and she finds the nurse gazing down at her.
"The doctor will see you now."
"You're pregnant, Miss McCullough."
Oh God.
Bonnie's voice comes out in a whisper.
"How far along am I?"
The doctor glances down at her paperwork. "I would say about three weeks to a month."
Bonnie barely listens as the doctor continues on in her chatter about getting to the obstetrician and having her first ultrasound done, to make sure that everything was okay with her and the baby. She nods her thanks as the doctor presses some prenatal vitamins into her hands and a referral for the other doctor and sends her out the door.
As Bonnie staggers to her car, her breathing comes in large gasps. She swallows, gulping air in by the bucketful, struggling to get control.
Oh god.
Oh, god she's pregnant.
With Damon Salvatore's baby.
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Ah, such a feat is impossible since a vampire is technically dead BUT why the hell not? This is fanfiction, we can do whatever the hell we want.
I took some liberties here with the Salvatore mother. I know that it was said that she died when Stefan was very young but I wanted to stretch it out a little more. Damon didn't really turn into a raging jackass until after their mother had died so it would make sense that maybe she had passed before he went off to war. Expect her name, Antonia, to play a part later on.
Damon shall find out next chapter.
Reviews? Thoughts? Please?
