Summary: After the sacrifice things in Mystic Falls have calmed down considerably. Everyone is dealing with their grief in some shape or form. Damon and Bonnie believe they need to keep their skills sharp and stay on their toes while everyone else thinks its best to make things as normal as possible for when Stefan returns. As a result Damon and Bonnie have been growing closer as friends, but what happens when two vampires stroll into town and Bonnie and Damon take them on themselves? How will the consequences affect their lives? What will these changes mean?

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Damon hated when other vampires gave the whole race a bad reputation. Given he wasn't the perfect vampire, he still got pissed off whenever newbies overindulged. Even when he was first turned he could control himself. He did feel the need to feed n every human in sight, but he knew the consequences of that action. Maybe it was because he had a mission when he was turned. Maybe it was because he was so disciplined in his human life. Either was he wasn't a neaderhal.

When two new vampires strolled into town he and Bonnie could both sense the danger they possessed. That was how they got to this very moment. They had cornered the two vampires, but quicly realized they came unprepared for this battle. Now they were fighting with no back up, no plan b, just fighting. Fighting to stay alive.

Boom Boom...Boom Boom...

He could hear heart faintly beating across the field

Boom Boom...Boom Boom...

He could tell by its slow rhythm that she was losing her fight, just as he was losing his.

Boom Boom...Boom Boom...

He knew he had to run towards her, but had no time. If he stopped fighting for a second he knew they both would be guaranteed a quick and sudden death.

Boom Boom...Boom Boom...

He saw her lying there across the field...dying. Her enemy had been thrown against a tree. Bonnie must have passed out from using so much power.

Boom Boom...Boom Boom...

He could feel her power dwindling. Her pulse was growing weaker and weaker. With all his might he sent his attacker into a tree branch, killing him almost instantly.

Boom Boom...Boom Boom...

He ran to her holding her head in his lap. He quickly bit into his wrist.

"Come on Bonnie don't die tonight."

Boom Boom...Boom Boom...

As he held his wrist to her mouth, he feared she was too weak to drink herself. He bit into his wrist three more times, attempting to get as much blood into her system as possible.

Boom Boom...Boom Boom...

By the grace of God her wounds began to heal, and he could see color coming back to her face.

Boom Boom...Boom Boom...

He quickly picked her up, staying here would be dangerous and if she were killed...her choice would be made for her.

He raced to his house cradling her in his arms. As he approached her porch he looked down to see the bruises and scratches on her face he healed, restoring her to her natural beauty. As she began to stir, he removed himself from the bed and went to sit on the windowsill facing her sleeping form. He did not want her to wake and see him hovering above her like a crazy stalker.

After all she still belongs to Gilbert, he thought to himself.

The witch and baby Buffy had been on and off for over a year now after his visions began getting more frequent. Damon simply believed he was making them up. Bonnie on the other hand had been the epitome of support, claiming to understand and believing the whole situation was her fault. He hated baby Gilbert for the bullshit drama he brought into her life.

Let us understand, Damon was not "in love" with Bonnie as Caroline often teased him about, but ever since Stefan disappeared, she has been helping him quite a bit to find both him and Elena. Elena left Mystic Falls a couple of months ago with Alaric to try and find Stefan. Since her departure, Damon has come to realize that she will never love him the way she loves Stefan. Even if Stefan never returned, she would not look at Damon the same nor love him the way he desired so much.

As he looked at Bonnie, he realized that he cared about the little witch more than he would admit. It wasn't a "love" thing nor a friendship, it was an ambiguous feeling, a desire to protect her from any and all dangers, including herself. It went deeper than his promise to Emily and his devotion to Elena. He protected her simply to protect her. Because she was Bonnie. That was all he knew at the moment.

"Damon?" she said causing him to turn around.

"Rise and shine Bonnie," he said with a smirk. As he approached her, he could tell she had a million questions just by the quirk of her eyebrow.

"What happened? And why do I have a massive headache?" she asked. She was confused. The pain in her head comingled with the new surge of power she felt.

"After the fight you were fairly weak so I gave you my blood. So basically I saved your life Samantha meaning you owe me one,"

"I'm sorry Damon do I look like I live in a bottle? I'm not your genie or your slave. Thank you for your help, but I think it's time for me to go home," she said as she attempted to get out of bed. With one foot on the floor she attempted to get out of bed. She did not realize how weak she still was and fell to the floor on her knees. Damon simply stood there and snickered as she tried to get up.

"What's so funny," she asked seething into him.

"The fact that you witches are all the same," he said striding towards her to help her up. "You never know your limits and even after you reach them you don't give yourself time to recover."

"So what do you suggest I do?"

"I suggest you lay down and rest for a little bit. At least until you can stand on your own two feet,"

"Fine, but do you know where my phone is? I need to call Jeremy,"

Of course you do, he thought to himself.

"I think you might have lost it on the field, here take mine," he tossed it to her with ease.

"Thanks,"

"No problem."

Later that night, Bonnie was feeling a little bit better and decided to head home.

"Damon," she screamed through the house.

"God," he screamed. He walked out of the kitchen to see her descending the stairs. "Look Bonnie, I don't know if you know this, but I have pretty sensitive hearing so there is really no need to yell in this house."

"My bad," she said. "Anyway I'm going home, I'm feeling better so I'm going hit the road.

"Ok, oh by the way try not to get yourself killed while my blood is in your system. We have enough hybrids in this world."

"I'll try," she said with a chuckle. "See you tomorrow?"

"Sure," he said.

As she loaded herself into her car she wondered why Damon was being so nice to her. Sure they had been getting along a lot better lately, but it was still so weird that they could trust and care for each other.

As she put her key into the ignition and backed out, she could feel somebody watching. She got her answer after looking up to see lighting blue eyes looking at her through the front window of the boarding house worry written in his eyes. She didn't understand where their feelings of apprehensiveness were coming from, but it made her want to get home very quickly. As she raced down the road, she remembered she had not called Jeremy yet. He had to be worried about her by now. As she reached for her phone, she took her eyes off the road for a minimum of two seconds.

She heard the horn...

She slammed the brakes...

She hit her head...

Everything went blank...

Quick S/N: I know I've been a little late with my other stories, but I'm working on them. This is just an idea I've seen in some one shots but was never a story.