What the fuck. I started another story. I didn't mean to. Post s6 finale.

There's Bamon (duh). There's confusion. There's flashbacks from alternate timelines! Check it out.

It had taken them four months. Four months and two weeks, to be exact. Four months and two weeks to get used to their new reality.

To accept it.

To lose their past selves in it.

Distinguishing their different personas was easy in the beginning, but with each jump it felt as if they left a piece of their old selves behind, and the gap was quickly filled by someone else. Someone that wasn't them, but could be. That was, only they weren't.

They had managed to keep themselves apart from their alter egos for about a year until the characters they played were entangled, wires were crossed, and memories muddled.

The playhouse became their home.

The exuberant screams of children carried over to the classroom the adults mingled in, sipping punch from paper cups and eating finger food off of rainbow napkins and plates. Damon popped a pig in a blanket into his mouth. He was wearing a black, long sleeve shirt and a dark pair of jeans. Reading glasses sat atop his head.

A woman, about 5'5" and with curly, shoulder length red hair, walked up to the side of the snack table he was standing by. She was wearing a fleece, olive green sweater and jeans, and her lack of makeup kept her homely and beautiful.

He gave her a quick smile before eating a brownie. He loved open house.

"I wish I looked as beautiful as your wife when I was pregnant. I didn't look half as good as she does," the red head said as she picked up a plate and loaded it with fruits and vegetables.

"Oh, I doubt that Katie."

She let out a soft, tinkling laugh- a laugh that belonged to a mother- and glanced to her left where a boy with red curls sat coloring at a table with some friends. "No really, Damon. She's glowing! Actually glowing! And that smile…she is just so gorgeous."

The genuine smile that was usually a rarity on the old Damon's face turned into his usual smirk. "Are you hitting on my wife through me? She'll be so pleased at this change of pace."

"Usually its all the moms flirting with you, right?"

Damon winked. "I don't mind it, but she's got a jealous streak."

A hand wound around his waist. "I hope you're not about to tell her about my hunger rages too," the newcomer said.

She was 5'2" with caramel skin and black ringlets falling down to her mid-back. Her heart shaped face had a slanted chin and she had moss colored eyes. The white tank top did nothing to hide her protruding belly, and it was accompanied with an orange cardigan that went to the back of her mid-thighs and knee length, brown boots.

"Ah, my Bonnie lass," Damon chirped in a Scottish accent. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. "Those secrets are safe with me."

"I was just telling Damon how beautiful look," Katie said.

"Aw, thank you, Katie." Bonnie touched her shoulder gratefully. "Please remind me when I'm the size of a whale."

The three laughed and continued munching on food as they chatted. The same red haired boy Katie had been watching earlier ran up to the group and tugged on her sweater.

"Mommy, can Mrs. Salvatore read us a story?"

"Its up to her, sweetie."

The boy looked up at Bonnie with wide blue eyes and Bonnie giggled. "Of course I will. Let's go pick with everyone," she said, taking his hand and walking over to the group of children.

Damon watched as Bonnie lowered herself into a chair and opened the storybook to the gaggle of tiny humans sitting cross-legged in front of her.

The last thing on his mind was a girl named Elena. He could barely recall the name of the Virginian town he was born and died in. He was forgetting the family that he had once had, the people who used to care about him. It had been nine months since their arrival, and he had been denying the possibility of ever leaving since...

Four months and two weeks.

Four months and two weeks it took to shed the burden of their first lives and be reborn to people no one would be able to recognize.

Four months and two weeks to stop thinking about who they left behind. To stop missing them. To stop praying for them to keep looking for a way to save them.

To stop believing that they actually could.

Until the world began to shake uncontrollably and the winds began to howl all around them. The smile on Damon's face died, falling half open in shock as he stared at Bonnie. She looked up at him in horror, fingers clenching the book so tightly that one of her fingers began to tear a page away from the binding.

He wouldn't be able to get to her in time. Damon and Bonnie both knew that. But he took two quick steps forward anyways, reaching out to her. The lights became blinding and the universe ripped apart at the seams, sending the two into a gaping black hole.

For some reason, the jump was painful. Usually he could dive into his new body and new life and fit it like a glove, but right now he was thrashing into it, suffocating to claw himself out of the void. A heartbeat nailed him inside cementing this was the final destination, and he gulped in as much air as his stomach could muster. He sat up and hands restrained him from any further movement as he coughed uncontrollably.

"Here, drink this."

Someone shoved a glass into his hand and Damon took an essential drink. His taste buds disagreed with the contents of the glass as soon as the chilled liquid hit his tongue and he spat it out in thick red bullets.

A thought shot through his mind, 'Holy shit. Was that blood?'

Someone rubbed his back. He creaked his eyes open and gasped.

He was sandwiched by people he had to think to name.

Elena. Stefan.

Damon blinked rapidly for his vision to clear when he realized Bonnie was not by his side.

"Bonnie!" he shouted at Stefan. "Where is Bonnie?"

"We don't know," Stefan answered. "We didn't have her body so we sent the others to look where you two disappeared that night-"

Damon was up and running before Stefan could finish his sentence. His surroundings went past him in a blur and he vaguely remembered missing this vampire speed.

Funny how if he thought of that place in the woods without being in Mystic Falls, he would never be able to remember it so perfectly. Hell, he was recognizing the trees when he managed to see them. He saw the small black gate and he slowed down. He saw the four others, he saw Bonnie on the floor clutching her stomach.

"Bonnie!"

Her head whipped up and her face flooded with relief. She opened her arms and he fell to his knees, sliding the rest of the way to her and scooping her up into him. She sobbed into his shoulder and they held onto each other for dear life. A couple minutes passed and she gained some composure.

"Where are we?" she choked out.

"You're back…" the voice of her once-best-friend said.

Bonnie peeked over Damon's shoulder, her grip tightening.

Caroline, Matt, Tyler, and Jeremy stood before her.

"You're home."

So what'd you think? I'm pretty sure I'll weave in what was said at SDCC.

(OMG Ian and Kat at SDCC I want to die just thinking about it!)

No idea how updates are going to work with this story. I still need to finish the other 2, but the first one is way close to being finished (I got writer's block for that next chapter. Its too huge it needs to be good).