So I know I have Power Plays to finish but wanted to get this out to see what you all think. This is essentially a Bonnie-centric fic, but from the view of those around her and eventually from her. All human, OOC's for most this was just a little something that was running around in my head.
I also have a confession to make. I don't watch TVD anymore. Once they started dabbling in the whole Elena loves Stefan but loves Damon as well thing, I immediately lost interest. Also I realise how much of a bitch I've been to Elena. I honestly liked her at the beginning. But then the writers made her out to be annoying and introduced the mixed conflicted feelings she has for her boyfriend's brother, so now I no longer watch it. So I thought I'd try and compensate and make her likeable in this fic. Hope you all enjoy!
The Choices We Make...
Stefan…
If there was one thing Stefan Salvatore always knew, was that Bonnie Bennett had been best thing that ever happened to his older brother Damon.
She had been and still was the only girl in history that saw his brother for what he was. An arrogant S.O.B who thought that the world and everyone in it was there to serve him and him alone. She called him out on it, refused to take any of his crap, and was by no means intimidated by him. Something that his 'oh-so-wonderful-brother' was definitely not use to. Especially when it came to the fairer sex.
There were no blinders when it came to Bonnie and Damon. Most women took one look at his brother; see his movie-star good-looks, freaky blue eyes and his extra large wallet and allowed him to dictate every facet of their relationship.
Bonnie however would look at his brother and tell him to act his fucking age. Stefan's lips quirked. He absolutely loved how Bonnie was able to swim through all of Damon's bullshit and come away still smelling like Cocoa butter and vanilla.
And she was still the only girl in history that could claim the heart of one Damon Giuseppe Salvatore. Asshole extraordinaire.
Too bad the arrogant S.O.B had to go and destroy what was probably the only relationship with a woman where he truly had a chance of happiness with.
Actually he blew that relationship right out of the water with close to no hope of ever regaining it back.
Damon had fucked up majorly and the thing was if he hadn't then he wouldn't be in the situation he was currently in. Watching as the love of his life moved on with someone else.
Shaking his head while watching his brother ignore his supermodel date and glare at his ex-girlfriend and her date, Stefan rolled his eyes. Any fool could see that Damon still had it bad for the ex-girlfriend who said fuck you and walked out on him. Really bad.
Almost four years ago, Damon had made the decision that Bonnie Bennett would be his and firmly attached himself to her tail. So much so that as her best friend Stefan found it annoying.
He wasn't use to sharing Bonnie with his brother. He didn't like sharing Bonnie with his brother, but as usual when it came to Damon, Damon did what he wanted when he wanted. And if that meant that he annoyed the fuck out of his younger brother while doing it, then all for it. Plus really Stefan didn't get a say in the matter.
Bonnie Bennett had been a part of his family since the time they were both in grade school. She literally grew up with them. Spending more time at his house than her own, she even had her own room at the mansion.
He and Bonnie had been friends since first grade, when Bonnie stumbled on him crying his eyes out because his older brother refused to play with him. She had plopped down right next to him, handed him half her sandwich and chattered away like they had been friends for years.
She then proceeded to introduce him to others who would later be their core group of friends. There was Matt Donovan and Tyler Lockwood. Best friends and if rumours were correct half-brothers. Tyler's father apparently playing 'happy families' with Matt's mother while his wife was at home trying to get over her morning sickness. Caroline Forbes and Rebekah Mikaelson, the two blonde bombshells of their group who termed themselves 'frienemies' because they spent more time cat fighting than anything else.
Katherine Pierce had been the poor little rich girl out of all of them. Mega rich, even more than the Lockwood's, she had an attitude larger than her daddy's bank account.
And then there was him and Bonnie. Closer than best friends they were more like brother and sister than anything else. He was actually a whole lot closer to her than he was to his own brother.
Most thought that their closeness would lead to something else. His parents hoped that it would lead to something else.
But unfortunately for them, him and Bonnie would never be him and Bonnie.
Incest was just not something he was into.
Damon however had always had this was his weird fascination with Bonnie. As kids he use to claim the Bonnie was his and that he was allowing Stefan to play with her, like she were some kind of toy. Stefan and Bonnie would roll their eyes at him and then run to Stefan's room to play.
A couple of years older than them, Stefan had thought Damon always viewed Bonnie as a little sister. Teasing her to the point of distraction and being over-protective to the point where Bonnie had to sneak behind Damon's back to date. Her father – who was barely in her life anyways - wasn't the issue when it came to her dating. Damon was.
Once she turned 21 it seemed as if Damon finally got tired of waiting and asked her out on a date. A real honest to goodness date that didn't include his baby brother trying to steal all her attention from him. And to Stefan's surprise she had accepted.
So started the love story that was Bonnie and Damon. They had lasted two years, which was one year, 11 months and 51 weeks longer than Stefan thought they would.
And a week was being overly generous because he would've sworn on his prized Muhammad Ali boxing gloves that Damon would've done something stupid to piss Bonnie off and have her dumb his butt.
But he was wrong.
During that time he had seen a side of Damon that he had honestly never thought existed. And he had also seen another side that worried him.
Damon had always been possessive. Even as a child. He never liked to share and if something was his – and according to his former child self, that was Bonnie - then you weren't allowed to touch.
As he got older, his possessiveness only grew almost to the point of unbearable, and Stefan saw the way he tried to control who Bonnie saw and who Bonnie hung out with.
Unfortunately for Damon, Bonnie was not the same as all the other women he dated. When he bitched, she ignored, when he whined, she told him to get the fuck over it, when he threatened she said try it. Bonnie had been his match in every way.
But he had also seen his brother soften considerably. During that time, Damon had been somewhat tolerable to be around. Sure he still had his assholish moments but they seemed to be few and far between.
She tempered him. Calmed his already volatile nature and was able to have him sit in a room with his brother and his father without antagonizing them.
It was a small miracle but a miracle just the same. Damon didn't have a close relationship with either Stefan or his father. In fact there were times Stefan thought Damon actually hated them, but Bonnie was able to get him to sit at their mother's table and not make one sarcastic comment about either man.
Even hard-assed Giuseppe Salvatore had a special place in his heart for his pint-sized best friend, thus explaining her very own room in the mansion.
Actually when it came to Bonnie, Giuseppe was a big old pile of goo. Ever since the day eight-year old Bonnie asked Giuseppe to be her date to the Father-Daughter dance at school. When he had asked why she didn't ring and ask her own father, she had lifted those thin shoulders of hers, stared at him with big green eyes and told him that he had been more of a father to her than her own and wanted him to take her.
From that day on Bonnie Bennett could do no wrong in the eyes of Giuseppe Salvatore. So the not-so-subtle death threats he gave his own son should he ever hurt her didn't really surprise either brother.
His mom absolutely adored her. Considering Bonnie her unofficial daughter she was fiercely protective of her.
Bonnie's own mother was a non-entity in her life having skipped out of town when she was barely four. And Sofia Salvatore willingly stepped into that role for Bonnie.
Bonnie had become a major part of their family and when Damon and Bonnie hooked up, both his parents and Stefan had laid the hard word down on Damon.
And for a while there Damon seemed to heed their warnings. But then Damon's brain had to take a leave of absence and he slept with Katherine Pierce. His ex-girlfriend and Bonnie's best female friend.
Stefan paused as he thought of Katherine. Katherine was the type of woman that could literally stop traffic. Incredibly beautiful, with self-confidence in spades, you had to be a special type of someone to be her friend and not feel intimidated.
She had been a part of their group from the beginning, but if he were truly honest she was barely tolerated. Matt and Tyler ignored her most of the time, not wanting to deal with the drama that was Katherine. Rebekah and Caroline were united in the fact that Katherine was actually Bonnie's friend, not theirs.
Bonnie seemed to be the only person who could be around Katherine for long periods of time without wanting to kill her. Even Stefan who had been her boyfriend couldn't do that.
Their personalities couldn't have been more different. Katherine could be a straight up bitch, and was proud of it. Bonnie, though by no means a push over, was the sweet one. The one everyone wanted to know, the one every guy's parent wish their son was dating. Parents didn't like Katherine. She tended to rub them the wrong way.
Katherine's personality was abrasive, Bonnie's soothing. Katherine needed to be the centre of attention whereas Bonnie couldn't give a damn.
But for some odd reason, their friendship worked. Bonnie being the only one strong enough to put up with Katherine and all her crap, and Bonnie being the only one Katherine was even remotely nice to.
His relationship with Katherine had been a temperamental one. More off than on, he had fallen into a relationship with her. She pushed and because Stefan had been a young, horny, teenager and she had been one of the hottest girls in school, he hadn't protested. Had he love Katherine? No not really. But he had enjoyed those rare moments they had together where she wasn't trying to win the bitch of the year award.
At the time of what they had all penned as the 'debacle' he and Katherine had been off and Bonnie had introduced him to Elena Gilbert. He had hesitated asking Elena out on a date, because physically she looked remarkably like Katherine. But as he got to know her, Stefan realised that Elena was nothing like his ex-girlfriend.
So he pulled on his big-boy britches, like Bonnie told him to do, and asked her out on a date. Five dates later and Stefan couldn't see Katherine's face when he looked at her anymore. Instead he saw her. Elena.
Somehow Katherine had gotten wind of Stefan moving on – something he blamed the blonde duo for – and Katherine had high-tailed it to his and Damon's apartment to try and seduce him back.
He knew relegating Katherine to 'friends with benefits' was going to bite him in the butt. She still thought that him sleeping with her, even though technically they weren't 'together', gave her some rights. It didn't.
He had told her that whatever they had was over. An argument ensured and Stefan had left the apartment after telling her, her booty call status was revoked.
Apparently she had stayed at his apartment, drinking all his liquor waiting for him to come home. And apparently she hadn't been able to tell the difference from one brother to the other.
A few hours later he had received a distressed call from Bonnie to come and get her from his apartment and he had been arrested for assault on his own brother.
Bonnie had been devastated. Walking in and catching your boyfriend fucking your best friend was clichéd at best but it was something that Bonnie hadn't expected would happen to her. Actually it was something that none of them had expected because if there was one thing Katherine had valued was her relationship with Bonnie.
At least Katherine had a somewhat plausible excuse. She had been off her face drunk. Damon however had been stone-cold sober. He had walked into that with his eyes wide open and his mind clear as day. And he had destroyed whatever he had with Bonnie.
Stefan tended to think that Damon actually thought this was something Bonnie would get over. After all, it was his same M.O for all his relationships, he goes out with a woman, fucks around on her, gets caught and both women do anything and everything to try and win him back.
This however had Bonnie refusing to talk to either party, Matt and Tyler conspiring to do away with Damon's remains after Stefan got through with him, and Rebekah and Caroline thinking of ways to cut Damon's balls from his body.
And then to make an already fucked up situation worse, Katherine found out she was pregnant. Nine months later Katherine and Damon had a very cute little baby boy and everyone else still reeling from the shock.
It had taken a lot of talking and even some threatening on Bonnie's part to stop Stefan from tearing his brother limb from limb.
And it had taken a lot of crocodile tears from Bonnie to stop his father from disowning his own son.
Katherine had practically been ostracized by everyone, her once close relationship with Bonnie non-existent. It hadn't been until the birth of Jackson Damon Salvatore that people started talking to her again.
His father still refused to; instead he lavished his attention on his only grandson, constantly bemoaning the fact that Jackson could've been Bonnie's son. Instead his mother was a she-devil and his father was an idiot.
Stefan shook his head. They both got what they deserved.
And now two years down the track, Damon was semi-stalking Bonnie, Katherine trying to sabotage his new relationship with Elena and Bonnie was dating Mason Lockwood, Tyler's much younger and not that much older than them, Uncle.
Stefan smirked. He liked Mason. Treated Bonnie like a queen, understood and accepted his relationship with Bonnie and wasn't afraid to go toe to toe with Damon. Mason was exactly what Bonnie needed.
"Hey, what's with the frown?" turning Stefan felt his heart kick up as he stared down at the doe-like eyes of his date. Elena Gilbert.
Smiling down at her, he snaked his arm around her waist and drew her closer, his body hardening at the familiar feeling of hers against his. By now he was use to his body's immediate response to this one woman. It had always been that way since the first time he met her.
The sudden shortness of breath, the racing of his pulse and the instant salute of something that made him wish he had looser pants on.
Bonnie seeing his reaction had teased him mercilessly about it, making him wish she didn't know him quite that well as she did. He had voiced his concerns to his best friend. Dating someone with Katherine's face didn't bode well for him. Bonnie being Bonnie had told him to get the fuck over it and ask her out. Annoying little brat.
"What was that?" he asked, his eyes drifting over the perfect lines of her face. Lightly tanned skin, high cheekbones, perfectly arched brows, big doe-like eyes, perfectly formed lips.
Elena was definitely one hell of a beautiful woman.
"The frown." The reached up smoothing the lines of his forehead, a playful smile crossing her face. "What's with the frown?"
Drawing her body closer so that he was able to wrap both his arms around her tiny waist, Stefan smiled down at her, watching as a faint blush tinted her cheeks. Elena was just the right height for someone of his stature. She fit into his arms, as if she were made for him.
"Just watching my brother make an ass of himself." He commented. "Again."
Frowning slightly Elena took a look over her shoulder, her eyes falling on the man in question, her lips quirking at the thunderous look on his face. If looks could kill, Mason Lockwood would be six feet under and worm-food. Actually if looks could kill Mason Lockwood would be deep fried into crispy little bits and then dusted over the floor so Damon could walk over his burnt remains.
"You'd think he'd be use to that by now. They've only been dating for the last six months." Elena commented, her eyes drifting from the couple in question to Damon.
Stefan rolled his eyes.
"Let's just say when it comes to Bonnie, Damon has always been – a tiny bit unreasonable." He said with mock seriousness. "As well as extremely possessive."
Elena shrugged.
"Then he shouldn't have cheated on her." Elena muttered and Stefan smiled at her protectiveness of Bonnie.
Most women he dated – bar Katherine – hated Bonnie on principle. She was the sexy best friend of the man they dated and he had no worries in telling them that if they made him choose – and more than a couple had – between them and her, she would win every time.
Sorry, a best friend / sister meant more to him than some tail any day.
Elena however had been different. She had been friends with Bonnie first, the two meeting in college and understood the dynamics of their relationship. Accepted the dynamics of their relationship.
Bonnie in turn encouraged them getting together even going as far as warning him not to play her. Or she'd tell his father who really crashed his prized Bentley.
"No arguments there." He told brushing his lips across her temple. The scent of vanilla and strawberries assaulted his sense, making him wish they were alone. In his room. Naked. Yep there goes the instant salute. He really needed to get control of that. Especially when they were in public. It was getting embarrassing.
"Your dad actually spoke to me today." Elena told him brightly, warm brown eyes shinning up at him with laughter. "Well it was more of a grunt than anything else, but it didn't follow his usual dark scowl."
Stefan chuckled.
"That's progress." He told her.
"Yep, something tells me it that Bonnie had something to do with it. Either her or your mom."
"Probably both." He grinned, eyebrows raised. "They both really, really like you."
Elena smiled up at him, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips.
"And I really, really like you." She murmured against his lips, smiling when his grip tightened around her waist.
Elena Gilbert had the ability to turn his thoughts into cobwebs and his body into granite.
Palming the small of her back he deepened the kiss, unmindful of the display he was causing at his father's little get-together.
Elena's moan had Stefan tensing and on the verge of dragging her from the room and finding the nearest dark closet.
"Well, well, well, isn't this just quaint." A low sultry voice sneered from behind them, causing both Stefan and Elena to stiffen. "If it isn't Little Juliet and her Romeo. How. Fucking. Sweet."