A/N: Hello fanfic friends! This one is gonna be a three-ish chapter bit. Bamon, of course, dahlings. It takes place during season 6, before Kai comes into the picture. Bamon gotta do some exploring and get closer…read and review, my pets. I love me some reviews, did I mention that?

Oh, and hold the phone. TVD and its characters are not owned by me, for if it were, things would have gotten spicy between D & B, and they'd have walked off into the sunset together. I just write it like I like it.

Bonnie Bennett had had enough. Each day the same: The same sunshine, the same birds chirping, the same flowers blooming, the same television shows, the same music on the radio. Even the same fucking newspaper. God, what she wouldn't give for just a different crossword puzzle, or maybe a sudoku. Did 1994 even have sudoku? Apparently not Mystic Falls' Tribune. She had tired of it all. She could swear that even the dust motes dancing in the sunlight were the same until she breezed into the room.

And so she made her way into the kitchen one morning, road atlas in hand. Throwing it down on the table with a loud smack, she announced, "We are going on a road trip. Pack a bag."

Damon Salvatore was in his vibe. As usual, Salt n' Pepa's "Whatta Man" was playing from the CD player, and he bopped around the kitchen, pancakes almost done cooking. A stack topped with home-made blueberry syrup and freshly whipped cream was in the center of the counter. Warmed maple syrup waited in a small porcelain jug. He had even picked some fresh flowers from the boarding house garden.

"But I made a special breakfast, Witchy! It's the three-month anniversary of our arrival here-I figured we could use a little celebration to congratulate ourselves for not going batshit crazy." Did he look a little wild-eyed? Bonnie wondered. We can't afford a crazy Damon. I'd be screwed. No, we'd be screwed.

"Okay, first eat. Then pack bags. We need a tent and some sleeping gear." Bonnie was all business, tucking her bobbed hair behind her ear. Giving Damon a reluctant smile, she sat down in front of her plate. Damon, who wore a "feed the vamp" apron, placed three pancakes on her plate. Looking down, Bonnie was relieved to see they did not have his annoying, but signature, vampire smiles. Bonnie drowned them a little bit in maple syrup and dug in. She chewed happily.

"Glad to see you're enjoying the pancakes, Bon-bon. I could've made your favorite vamp-cakes, but I ran out of blueberries when I made the topping. Sorry." He smirked and sat down with his coffee-cup of warmed blood.

"Aren't you going to have any, Killer? They're delicious today. I will definitely have seconds." Bonnie had demolished the first stack and was about to take three more.

"Nope, all for you. I'm just going to have a bourbon when I'm done here," Damon indicated the mug in front of him, "or maybe two."

"But we're going on a camping trip, Damon. Don't get drunk. It'll ruin my plans."

"That's the reason why I need a couple of bourbons. I hate camping. But in the spirit of celebration, I'll do it for you, Judgey." Damon stood up and made his way to the library for the Maker's Mark that was calling him.

Half an hour later, the vampire and his witch were cruising along. Bonnie was going to milk this celebratory mood for all it was worth. She managed to convince Damon that she should drive the sky-blue Camaro, top down-Damon had been drinking (four bourbons, not two), and plus, she knew where they were going. And Damon hated taking directions, but he loved giving them. And so he sat with the road atlas, occasionally reminding Bonnie of where she needed to go.

The Shenandoah Valley was gorgeous on May 10, 1994. Bonnie wondered if they'd be able to see the eclipse from there. Probably, if the sky was not too blocked by trees. She wondered if the weather would be perfect. It would be a welcome change if their campsite had had a rainstorm on that day. Or maybe a heatwave-they could go swimming. She forgot to check the paper to see if the weather report had any information.

"Okay Witchy, you gotta get on I-81 now." Damon was staring at the map intently. His long index finger traced the route. "Yeah, that exit there." He pointed to the green highway sign that read I-81 South.

"But wait, I thought we had to go I-81 North? It says, Shenandoah Valley." Bonnie was irritated. She just knew that Damon had something up his sleeve.

"I want to take the scenic route, Witchy. We're celebrating, remember?" Damon pulled down his shades, pushed his seat back, and put his feet up on the dash as best he could. He looked uncomfortable, but still managed to make it work. "Just stay on this road until I tell you."

"Oh, okay. I guess I can make one concession since you haven't otherwise given me trouble." Bonnie sighed and kept her eyes on the road.

An hour later, Damon still hadn't given Bonnie any further instructions. The sun was still shining, and the road stretched out ahead, sometimes forest-lined, sometimes broken by little farms here and there. She was so caught up in the scenery that she neglected to notice other, perhaps more important things. Then she saw the sign. "Welcome to Blacksburg," it read, "the home of Virginia Tech!" Bonnie was livid. Blacksburg was in Southern Virginia. Way too far south.

"Damon!" No response. Bonnie looked over and saw him still lounging, lips parted in what appeared to be sleep. She thought that she saw the hint of a signature smirk touch the corner of his full lips. God, he was too perfect for words.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer, Bon-bon."

Bonnie brought the Camaro to a screeching halt right in the middle of the road. She could hear the almost silent mirth that was bubbling up from Damon's traitorous throat.

"I'll get us where we need to go, so before you try to hurl verbal or physical abuse at your favorite vamp and best friend, I'd suggest you take a breath and simmer down." Damon hadn't moved a muscle. He was scarily still and sounded pretty serious. Bonnie took a breath and then opened the car door.

Damon opened his eyes when he realized that they weren't moving. He looked west down the high way, and when he didn't see the witch, he looked east. There she was, toting her backpack and water bottle. He sped to her.

"Damnit, Bon-bon, where are you going?" She ignored him and kept walking.

"Please come back to the car," Damon whined, tugging on her arm. She pulled it away.

"Come on, Bon, why are you going back?"

"Because you hijacked my camping trip. Because you didn't even ask me. Because I trusted you like the foolish girl I am. I thought we'd have fun in Shenandoah, but noooo. Damon had to make it about him, because Damon is the center of the universe, and Bonnie can just suck it up!" She huffed and puffed and kept walking. But then she hit a wall of tight black t-shirt and sandalwood. She looked up into piercing blue eyes.

"Bonnie, I just wanted to take you to the most awesome place ever. I thought I'd trick you and it'd be an amazing surprise." He ran an impatient hand through raven's wing hair. Even tousled it's perfect, Bonnie thought. Wait, am I blushing? No way. This is not happening. Bonnie recovered and walked right around Damon.

She kept to the right side of the highway now, even though there were no cars, and there would never be. She had grabbed the atlas, so at least she could find a safe place for the night at a National Parks Ranger Station or something. Maybe then she could get some camping in, even if it was by herself. And damnit, she was going to enjoy herself. She had even picked up a bag of marshmallows from the cupboard, so she could have the full outdoors experience. The one she remembered from the few times her dad had time to take her, when she was really young, before Abby left.

Damon ran back to the car and turned it around. He revved the engine and made his way to the angry witch. He had to make this right, otherwise she might be mad for a long time. And they had made it this far along without any major incident-he didn't know how he'd do if she stopped talking to him for an extended period of time, or heaven forbid, left Mystic Falls to seek out more interesting places.

"Okay Bonnie. If I take you back to Shenandoah, will you forgive me? Write this one off as 'Damon was a jerk and won't ever hijack Bonnie's plans again?' I'll throw in a Hershey's bar with almonds and some graham crackers…" Bonnie turned around. "…and a thirty-minute foot rub…" She glared at him, her green eyes narrowed. "…and a whole week's worth of TV control." At this, her face softened a little. She touched the side of her nose, pulled her earlobe, and then rubbed her hands together.

"What's that, some sort of strange witchy baseball code?" Damon painted on a hopeful smile. Bonnie nodded.

"Yep, it means, 'Put me in, coach, I'm gonna make Bonnie TV week a living hell for you!'" She hopped into the car and buckled up. She held the atlas tightly in her hands.

Damon reached around her shoulders and gave her a little squeeze. He kissed the side of her head. "We are going to make the best s'mores you've ever tasted, Witchy. Marshmallows all perfectly toasted and gooey, chocolate dripping. We could have some real fun with that if you'd let me put som-Ow!" Bonnie punched Damon in the shoulder.

"Okay, okay. They'll be awesome cause I've brought the bourbon with, does that sound good?"

"Only if you let me toast the marshmallows. I get them perfect every time, all golden brown, no burned bits-"

"But that's the best part! The burned sugar is so crunchy and good." Damon rubbed his shoulder and looked forlorn for a second before he gave Bonnie his hundred-watt smile. She could never resist a genuine Damon smile, and this one was the sweetest.

"Okay," she gave in, "I'll burn a few, but only cause it's you." She leaned her head on his shoulder as they sped down the I-81, going north this time, toward the Shenandoah National Park.