Hello

'Hello' is owned by Adele, I make no money if this story so please don't sue me!

"Hello," Enzo heard Bonnie singing as he exited the car. "It's me. I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet?"

He listened to the rich cadence of her voice as he pushed the door shut and shifted one of the two coffee's he'd picked up to the other hand. A black one for himself and a Chestnut Praline Latte he had compelled the Barista to throw together for Bonnie. It was her favorite and, though it was March and out of season, he felt the need to make up for being gone so long.

"To go over...everything…" she continued in that haunting, sultry voice of hers, "They say that time is supposed to heal ya but I ain't done much healing."

The little witch was definitely a better singer than she was a guitar player. Her voice was smooth and warm where it drifted out the open door and Enzo paused for a moment, simply enjoying the rise and fall of it. He wondered if she was thinking about Jeremy or Damon as she sang. Considering how the departure of each had affected her, it was a toss up as to which one had brought this on.

He knew that leaving her alone for too long was a gamble. Unfortunately, he hadn't had much choice in the matter. The Armory had sent him all the way to Tel Aviv on some ridiculous retrieval errand that had turned out to be bollocks anyway. Bonnie was usually more melancholy when he returned from these longs trips. Enzo wanted to think it was because she missed him, and maybe on some level she did, but the reality was that it gave her entirely too much time to dwell.

"Hello," her voice continued, interrupting his reverie, "Can you hear me? I'm in california dreamin' about who we used to be. When we were younger and free…"

Her voice took on that hint of desolation he'd gotten to know so well. It was spring, after all. Bonnie would be thinking about Jeremy and how their relationship ended... amongst other things. Enzo took a deep breath before continuing his trek to the cabin door.

"So hello from the other side," Bonnie belted out as he quietly nudged the door in, "I must have called a thousand times…"

He paused to watch as she wiped the coffee table with a rag. The Adele song she was singing along with played on the radio in the corner but Enzo could barely make out the singer's voice over Bonnies. Didn't matter, she blew the other woman out of the water.

"To tell you that I'm sorry for everything that I said but..." She trailed off when she caught him standing there.

Bonnie started for about half a second, those hazel eyes of hers swimming with unshed tears. Then she rallied and gave him a watery smile, followed by her best 'so what do you think' face.

"I only heard two dogs howling at the noise." He commented dryly.

Of course this was an utter lie, Bonnie was an awesome singer and she knew it. Part of their relationship had become good natured ribbing so he was pretty sure she took his criticism with a grain of salt.

"Hilarious," she replied flatly, rolling her eyes. "As always."

She scooted over to make room for him on the couch. He laid the starbucks down on the newly polished coffee table, which smelled strongly of lemon. It invaded his advanced sense of smell, and though not completely unpleasant, it was a bit chemically tinged.

"You stayed away long enough," Bonnie commented as she picked up her coffee and took a sip.

"Holy shit! They still make these?" She gasped when she realized what it was.

"They do when you compel the Barista." Enzo corrected, winking.

"Thanks!" She smiled and then lifted the guitar that she usually left lying against the couch. Idly, she began to strum the chords. Enzo took a minute to shuck off his coat and lay it on top of the hat and scarf chest by the door.

"Sorry I was gone so long, He apologized, "I've been busy with work. They sent me all the way to Tel Aviv to retrieve this weird... coin... thing only to have it turn out to be a badly painted Chuck E Cheese token." Bonnie chuckled as he flopped on the couch next to her.

"They have me traveling a lot more than I hoped." He continued, letting out the deep breath he had been holding. After a moment, he leaned forward on his knees to study her.

"I trust your other pastimes have borne more results than your guitar?" He quipped with a teasing smile.

"Weeeeeeell," She drawled, nodding towards the fireplace with her head. "The fireplace is burning perfectly annnnnnd...I found something in Virginia's diary."

"We'll get to that in a moment," he interrupted, fixing her with a serious stare. "I want to know how you're doing up here." He tapped her forehead with one finger for emphasis.

"That obvious, huh?" Bonnie sighed as she lowered her eyes and frowned.

"Well, we have shared the same space for about two years now," Enzo pointed out. "I'd like to think I know you well enough by now to see when you're struggling."

"It's just the time of year," she replied dismissively.

He wished she wouldn't do that, minimize her feelings. It was a defense mechanism that clicked in whenever she felt the least bit vulnerable. Enzo reached out to lay a hand over hers on the guitar.

"How old would the bugger have been today?" He asked her carefully.

"Three." She whispered after a few heart beats. Her voice always went quiet when she talked about the baby she had lost. Enzo watched as a single tear trailed down one of her cheeks before she briskly wiped it away.

"I don't know why I'm still thinking about this," she continued tightly. "It was years ago and no one even knew I was pregnant. It was over before it began."

Enzo sighed and pulled his mouth into a hard line. This was always a difficult conversation. Bonnie had revealed her deep, dark secret to him halfway through their first year together. He knew she hadn't meant to tell him, probably wouldn't have if he hadn't returned early from a trip. He had walked in to discover her hunched over and sobbing in a corner. At first, he had thought she was hurt and had rushed over, ready to open a vein, when she had blurted out the whole sordid mess. It had all been brought on by a text from Caroline, a picture she had sent of the twins in matching dresses. Bonnie had opened the text message and everything had flooded in at once.

She had explained how she had discovered she was pregnant before she and Damon had been sucked into the prison world, how she had barely had time to internalize it or make any decisions. In the end it hadn't mattered, she had miscarried a short time into their captivity, never knowing if it was because the pregnancy wasn't viable or because the prison world simply couldn't sustain new life. Damon hadn't been aware, Elena and Caroline were never told... even Jeremy, the baby's father, had had no idea.

"I couldn't tell him," she sobbed in his memory. "He'd lost so much already, I just couldn't put that on him too!"

So she had dealt with it all alone, even after returning to the living world. She had come back to discover Jeremy was gone, off to some school in Atlanta, and she had done the only thing she knew how to do. She had let him go. It didn't matter that she knew she couldn't have raised their child under the circumstances she was in, it didn't matter that it was the wrong time and place. The miscarriage had been a loss in a long series of losses and no one understood loss better than him.

"What brought it on this time?" He queried patiently.

Bonnie reached over and silently picked up her cell. Opening the touch screen, she held it out to him. Glowing brightly on the screen was a picture of Caroline, Alaric, and the twins, decked out in sickly sweet pastel colors. They looked happy in the picture, the perfect little family.

"Just another reminder of what I'll never have." She commented sadly.

"No reason to assume that, luv," he told her kindly. "You're still human, after all."

"Yeah uh...can we talk about something else, please?" She sniffed, shifting uncomfortably.

"Ok." He agreed, knowing that pushing her would just make her close down. She gave him a grateful smile then reached down for some of the papers she had spread out on the floor.

"Virginia knew my cousin, Lucy Bennet," she explained as she handed him one of them. "That's a bill from a psychiatric hospital."

He opened it up to read it. It was an intake paper from a hospital in Asheville, North Carolina. It was dated in September three years beforehand.

"She might know why the Bennet bloodline is so important to Alex." Bonnie explained as she adjusted the guitar on her lap.

"Well, color me impressed." Enzo said as he laid the paper on the table. At least she hadn't been idle in his absence. He hadn't expected her to take to the research with the gusto she had and was continually impressed with her resourcefulness.

"New year, new me," she said confidently. "New mastery over a musical instrument." For emphasis Bonnie strummed her fingers down the chords, creating a horrible discordant noise. Enzo winced in response.

"Uh, here, let me show you." He offered as he reached out to lay her fingers on the correct chords.

"Oh, c'mon, I was doing it!" She argued and he snickered audibly.

"No, not really," Enzo chuckled. "You want to loosen up your hands a bit."

Bonnie laughed and tried to comply as he rearranged her hold.

"There, now strum," he commanded. She did but it still made that same god awful, haunted house sound.

"Ok, now back to the one chord." he mumbled and moved her fingers again.

He held her hand in place, cupping it and waiting for her to play when she went suddenly still. He lifted his eyes to hers, to see what it was going on, and their eyes locked across the guitar. It was reminiscent of New Year's Eve, when they had danced to what she called 'old people music'.

Hello, how are you? It's so typical of me to talk about myself. I'm sorry….

Adele continued singing from the radio nearby, forgotten until now. Enzo found himself unconsciously playing with Bonnie's fingers as they gazed at each other. He rubbed her middle digit gently between his thumb and forefinger. She didn't pull away. In fact her gaze, the warmth in her gold eyes, all but dared him to break eye contact.

It was an intense moment and, like New Year's Eve, spelled a change in their relationship. There had been an opportunity then to take things to another level but he hadn't taken it. He had told her at the beginning of all this that he was out for himself first and foremost. If he didn't care about anyone then he had nothing to lose.

I hope that you're well. Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?

The problem was that he did care. He had cared when he rescued her at Whitmore and brought her to the cabin to hide him from the Armory. He had cared from the moment she told him he deserved better than to be Lily's lap dog. She had worked her way into his frozen heart and thawed something that he didn't think would ever be salvageable again.

He loved the woman sitting before him, with her dusky skin and dark curls, more than any other woman he had ever met. She was, perhaps, the first true adult relationship he had ever had. He had loved Lily, of course, but he hadn't known her. He had built up an idealized version of her in his mind and she had ultimately fallen short of that ideal.

He had loved Maggie too but, much like with Lily, he had not known her. She had shown him kindness and been the the face he clung to in his long years of captivity and torture. She had kept him sane and Enzo would be forever grateful to her for that.

Now, there was Bonnie Bennet, whom he had lived with and gotten to know intimately. He knew her past, her loneliness. He understood her fear that she wasn't valued beyond her mystical tie to Elena. He respected Bonnie's grit and her loyalty more than anything Damon's precious Doppelganger could possibly offer. Most importantly, he understood Bonnie's pain, what all that loss did to a person after a while. They were two sides of the same coin, Bonnie and himself, and it was inevitable that they were at this crossroads again. The question was: would he walk away a second time or would he take a chance on something that could be epic? The look in Bonnie's eyes said she was asking herself the same question.

And it's no secret that the both of us are running out of time…

It was hard to say who made the first move, maybe they moved together, all Enzo knew was that her lips were suddenly on his and they were sending electric shocks throughout his entire body. The kiss was gentle to start but soon deepened when she opened her mouth to him. He languidly dipped his tongue in, caressing hers in a gentle dance. Bonnie let out a little sigh when he slowly, slowly pulled back from the kiss, nuzzling her nose ever so gently with his own.

So hello from the other side... I must have called a thousand times…

Bonnies eyes were wide, almost glazed. Slowly, she pulled the guitar aside, holding his gaze as she did so. Once it was settled, she studied his face some more, as though trying to make a decision. He knew then that there was no going back from this moment, that their relationship was about to change for better or worse. Bonnie knew it too, he could see it in her eyes. She only took a couple more seconds to decide before she was hopping into his lap like a cat.

To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done...but when I call you never seem to be home…

They were shedding their clothes before Enzo fully appreciated what was happening. His senses were full of the scent of her hair, apples and Cardamom, and his mouth was full of her taste, Chestnut and dark spices. Every part of him was covered in every part of her and he let out a moan as his hands traveled up her chest to tangle in her dark curls.

"Is this what you want?" He gasped between kisses. "There's no going back once we start down this road."

"I don't want to go back" She replied huskily.

He helped her shimmy out of her pants and underwear, chucking them across the room as she impatiently fiddled with his belt. Once they were both sufficiently de-pantsed, they allowed their hands to roam, touching and feeling all the places they had never allowed themselves to explore before this moment.

Hello from the outside...at least I can say that I've tried...

"Last chance, Luv," He told her huskily, his hands moving up under her bra to cup the warm mounds beneath. He loved the sounds she made, the way her head fell back as he fondled and kneaded her breasts.

"I don't..ahhh..I don't want to stop.." She panted.

He captured her mouth again, then lowered his hands between them to find the hot center of her. She was more than wet enough, which was good because he didn't know how much longer he contain himself. She reared up enough that he could position himself at her opening and then slowly she settled down over him.

To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart...but it don't matter. It clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore.

Enzo felt like his brain short circuited. There was no thought of anything or anyone who came before. It was only Bonnie he saw, Bonnie whose warmth enveloped him, whose face was aglow with lust and love above him. He knew that there would never be another for him from that moment onward, wherever she went he would follow.

"I love you..." He heard himself panting as they found their momentum.

The endearment became like a mantra, the words gasped and moaned with each rise and fall of their bodies. It carried them forward into an uncertain future but maybe, just maybe, it would heal old wounds too.

Authors note:

Well, here's the first chapter of my brief little Bonnie/Enzo songs fic. I plan on this being about 5 chapters in total and spanning their relationship up until Damon and Stefan take over as Cade's lackey's. Each chapter is going to be a different song that I chose for any given situation.

This one I obviously took some liberties with, Bonnie never got pregnant in the show that I recall. I had been watching the current season and thinking about her relationship with jeremy and thought 'What if she had gotten pregnant and never told him? What if she lost the baby before she could?' Then I was listening to Adele in the car and the whole thing kind of slammed together in my head.

We only get to see a tiny bit of Bonnie's relationship with Enzo in the series and they lived in close quarters together for 2.5 years! I feel like, by this point, they would know a lot more about each other. I mention toward the end that Enzo thinks of her as his first adult relationship and I think she would see him much the same. it was a romance that was born in quiet and had time to bulld (to some extent) outside the craziness that goes in in the show.

Also, if anyone notices some terseness when I talk about Elena, I'm sorry i just REALLY don't like her character. I tried...god did I try...to like her through the first 6 seasons but i can't. She's about as interesting as an old pair of pants and I can't, for the life of me, figure out why everyone on the show wants to protect her XD

I try to keep my personal feelings on the characters underwraps when i write but with her...yeah, they kinda come out so...sorry to any hardcore Elena fans out there if i'm a bit dismissive of her character.

Anywho, that about wraps up what I wanted to say about this chapter. I don;t know when the next one will be up because i'm struggling a bit with the transition in it. There are a couple scenes I could go with for the middle half of chapter 2 and i'm not sure which one to go with yet. I hope you enjoyed reading chapter 1 and hopefully I will see you all again soon!

Happy reading!