A/N damnit I started another story because my mind was in overdrive about it. Hoping you enjoy it. I know 1994 seems over done, but I have my own view of it. Plus, this is going to be an ALL 1994 story as told in the perspectives of the homocidal one and the witchy one. It's a love story that starts with friendship and yes, it will have its dysfunctions, and dark or toxic moments, otherwise, it's not really my style. Hoping you like this rendition.

* Read summery so there's no confusion please NOT CANON

* not beta'd

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May 10, 1994 Day One

Bonnie's POV

So I'm here in what seems like death, in an alternate universe of Mystic Falls. It's dessolate, and only Damon and I exist. I'm worried it's some crazy Zombie apocalypse and we are going to be bombarding any minute now, although I have Damon and vampires are stronger and scarier than zombies, so I guess I'm not as threatened. Wow! Damon, of all of the people, I literally could think of a lot of others I could be here with, but really, I'm kind of happy it's Damon. We don't get along the best, but, I know it'll make us work harder to get home. I still have no magic and I think if I try to get my grams grimoires it could help me. The one thing I can say about Damon, is when he and I are forced to work together, we tend to be a smart and powerful pair. It's when Elena is apart of the equation that he scares me. I'm not sure what is going through his head but we are at the boardinghouse and he seems to be somewhat okay by the familiarity. Although... I've never seen him this way. He's angry, yet calm. Sad, yet numb, and all the while he looks at me like I will have the answers, then my heart breaks because I don't have the heart to tell him I'm just as lost as he is. I've just gotta be there for him as much as I would if it were Elena or Caroline. Right now, I look at him and let him know, "We'll get out of here if it's the last thing I do." I'll get him back to Elena, because I know he is just as heartbroken here as she is there. I know I miss Jeremy, and I'd like to hope he misses me just as much, but honestly my priority is my magic, and that is all.

*magic

*damon

*home

In that order.

Damon's POV

How did this happen? Somehow Bonnie and I end up here. Mystic Falls in an alternate universe of some sort. I'm miserable and angry and I don't have my girlfriend here that keeps me grounded. Somehow I got stuck with her judgy little witch instead. I don't know how I feel about this, it makes me nervous in one hand because I can't stand her. On the other hand I remember how I felt about Bonnie the first time I laid eyes on her. It is very conflicting and even though I could never feel that way about Elena's best friend, I mean EVER, I get a weird feeling by it all. Wait, what am I thinking? It's Bonnie, we hate each other. We come together to kick ass then we go back to being frenemies/enemies. My very existence bothers her, and well... If I go back to the first time I touched her, remembering how powerful I know she can be, I'm quite startled by her. She doesn't currently house any power in her body per say

, but maybe if I work on it with her, I can help her to will it back. I have to be hard on Bonnie though, she has so much potential if she practiced with more of her mind than her heart. Damn, when Bonnie grabbed my hand as the light absorbed us I just felt how much more afraid I was then her. Why wasn't she afraid to die? Does Bonnie know something I don't? Or does she feel as though dying would have been easier than the life she had? Either way, if I overthink it, I might catch myself having compassion for her, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that. She's still the judgemental witch that came to burn my brain a dozen of times, without even a second thought.

"Come on Bonnie, there's gotta be something you can do. Don't embarrass Sheila and Emily right now with your hard lack of witchy juju."

"It's not that easy Damon."

"Of course it is, you just have to actually try." He says with a heavy eye roll.

"Damon, why are you actually an ass?"

"I can't help it, this charm is natural."

"Naturally annoying."

"Bonnie, I can't just be here without Elena... Not here! I'm liable to kill someone."

"Someone or me?"

"Well if the shoe fits!" He says with a smirk.

"You're such an ass."

May 10, 1994 Day Eight

Bonnie's POV

It's been a week and nothing. I think that Damon is focusing on not going crazy. I guess a week without sex is a huge deal for vampires. I wouldn't know, I've had sex four times my whole life with the same person, and I barely began that a few months ago. I think sex is great and all, but i don't feel like I'm missing out after 8 days. Maybe because I'm not so great at it. I have no idea, but watching Damon pace the place sometimes as if he's about to explode is funny until he threatens to kill me.

I walked in on Damon by mistake. He must've just gotten out of the shower. Because he was naked and I think my mouth may have dropped because he told me I was bound to catch flies, then he stood there, not caring about his current state of undress. It made me nervous and all I could think was, that he was very confident in his nudity and he had every reason to be. No wonder Elena seemed to be lost and detached from the world whenever Damon was involved. But I'm not too impressed by his rather impressive endowments. I will be impressed when he starts being selfless, and compassionate. He has shown little signs of that though. For example when he cooks for me and himself. Even though he doesn't really eat, he'll sit with me and eat a little to make me feel as though what we are doing is okay. Enemies acting like friends.

My powers haven't made an appearance, the idea of my magic almost seems as though it never existed. Damon's angry that I can't figure it out, he threatens to kill me, so I just roll my eyes at him and go to my room, then I slam my door really hard to put the nail in the coffin. No pun intended. I wonder who will break first. I can't let him break me, it'll give him too much power. When Damon has power, you can't tell him nothing.

Damon's POV

This is getting ridiculous. It's been over a week since I touched my girlfriend. No I'm not having withdrawals but it just gets annoying to watch Bonnie prance around in these little shirts. I have no idea what she is thinking, you can't just have your stomach exposed in such a way. And those tight pants. The pants she wears when she's just walking around or the tiny shorts she wears before she goes to bed, or walks around in when she wakes up in the morning. Who just wears clothes like that? It's no wonder she can't get her magic to cooperate, she's too busy focused on her flaunting her scantily clad body. We went to the department store days ago to get some extra clothing, and I swear she got all yoga clothes. But why?

I'm not gonna keep venting about the witch. I think she decided that the best way to prove that she is powerful is to walk around the house like that. It's a powerful thing to make a man feel powerless against his libido. Doesn't she know who I am? I'm a predator, I'm liable to make her regret being sent here with me. Of all people, I'm the one who could careless about pissing Bonnie the Bennett Witch off. I guarantee I'll break her before she even comes close to breaking me. Yea, I will break that little witch, if it's the last thing I do.

"Stop slamming the gotdamn door before I rip it off the hinges!"

"It's your house, not mine. Go ahead!" She screamed, like a spoiled brat and he pulled at his own hair growling in order to keep from killing her on the spot.

May 10, 1994, Day Nineteen

Bonnie's POV

God I hate him. Why is he such an ass sometimes? Im only human, I can only take so much. I don't have my magic, and I'll probably never have it again. I don't even want to try anymore. I'm ready to give up and leave. There's no one here to run to, but I'll stay alone for ever. I don't care anymore. I don't care about Damon, magic, or even this other so called life. This is what death is like; living the same day over and over again with a homicidal maniac who says he'll kill me without thinking twice about it. I don't know if I believe him about that, but I do believe he'll take my blood. I've seen him get irritable every drink he has of a blood bag. He stares directly at me from start to finish, as if he doesn't deserve to drink that bag, he deserves it fresh from the source. Excuse me! I'm nobody's meal, especially one Damon Salvatore. He will die of thirst before he kills me for my blood.

The past two days I haven't left my room. I don't want to see his face, or hear his voice. I swear he looks at me as if any second now he's going to end my life. I wish I knew what triggered him. I swear I'd rub it in his face, I'd throw it out there and really get under his skin. Is it the sound of my voice? Is it the fact that I blast my music in the shower? Maybe it's because he wakes up everyday and makes me breakfast, and I don't return the favor? Oh wait, I know what it is? It's the fact that I stopped asking him about Elena. Great, I'm a bad friend. I'm going to have to kiss his ass majorly and ask him how he's doing these days. Damnit, how could I stop asking about Elena? That makes it real that we are here and never going back. We have to keep talking about our friends back home or the reality that we aren't going back sets in, and then we'll give up, and if we give up, we really are stuck together forever. Fuck my life!

Damon's POV

Shes so annoying. Why can't she just listen to me and except the fact I have more experience than her with this supernatural stuff? If she would just be patient and understand that I actually can help her, maybe she'd learn a thing or two about herself and her magic. Damnit. This is unbearable, living the same day with her over and over again. I don't even know how I wake up everyday and make her breakfast. She's a pain in my ass. I should let her starve to near death, then drain her of her life when she's almost at the cusp of being dead. Damn. I can't do that. Then I'd have no one to annoy all day. I'm convinced this is hell.

I'm still very much bothered by her state of dress. Today is the second day she hasn't come to breakfast, which is a good thing. Those small shorts hug her frame too well, she may as well be naked. And her nipples. What I'm going to have to do is burry myself in something else. Something consuming so that I don't keep threatening Bonnie's life, I think she's starting to take it seriously. In a way I feel bad because she thinks I'm angry about her magic, and on the other hand, I don't care because if she keeps walking around me dressed that way, I think I'm going to take her against her will, and even though I'm capable of controlling myself, realizing we are here and probably not leaving, I'm sure I could get away with it. She'd have no choice but to eventually forgive me, because I'm all she has here. She wouldn't dare wanna be alone forever.

Later in the evening, Bonnie saunters downstairs. She was feeling bad about her attitude towards Damon realizing he may have needed a friend to talk to in all of this.

"Hey Damon, can we talk?"

He looks up at her, rolls his eyes, and answers her with almost an attitude, "Sure Bonbon."

Noticing she is braless again, makes him slightly annoyed, but he's starting to get use to it.

"I just want to apologize for not being a good friend. I have been racking my brain for two days trying to understand why your so mad at me all of the time. It makes you unpleasant to be around. Then I realized, I haven't been a great friend. You probably want to vent about how much you miss Elena and I haven't been talking much about it, or her. I'm sorry, I haven't forgotten about them, okay, I just want to accept my- I mean our reality, as well as try to get back to them. I can't practice magic everyday without becoming emotional and the same with mentioning them."

Damon is listening to Bonnie talk but all he sees is her braless breasts poking through her dark colored tank top. He hasn't seen her in two days and forgot how good she smelled when she was near him. Not just her intoxicating blood but her natural body aroma. Her pheromones must've been calling to him, because he was drawing a blank on everything she was saying.

"And I get if that makes you angry with me, but I just like to think that being stuck here together should really make us reevaluate the way we treat each other. There's no reason to be at odds with one another while we are all we have."

When she stops talking she looks at Damon who was looking at her breast.

"Damon, are you listening to me? What is so..." She looks down realizing what he sees now. "Oh my gawd, Damon. Really?"

She walks away feeling uncomfortable. And he wants to chase after her but he realizes it's a lost cause before he even tries. So he yells out in an attempt to be supportive, "Bonbon, come back here. We need to talk. I'm sorry."

When she keeps going all he can do is apologize again from where he stands, "Please don't be mad, I'm sorry." Her door closes again like always only this time she doesn't slam it or lock it, she just gently closes it and he hears her get on her bed.

Damon has a bad feeling that if he doesn't make it right Bonnie is liable to be angry and desert him for another couple of days. It seemed to affect him a lot that she disappeared into her room for two days. He decides to give her some time and make a drink. Bourbon and blood, because why not? When he spoke to Bonnie later he needed to be of clear mind and his thirst for blood should be under control.

Damon sat down ad thought back to the first time he met Bonnie. He was instantly reminded of Emily. The differences were that whatever Bonnie had, was more powerful than Emily, only trapped in a more fragile being than Emily. Bonnie has an issue with being emotionally attached to her magic-making decisions. She never just went with her gut, unless she was giving an aneurism and even then she put emotion into that. Bonnie was also a closet beauty. Not that she didn't realize how beautiful she was, but she just didn't care, because all she cares about was her dad, her grams, and her best friends. She didn't care for vanity and recognition. Which is why she, Elena, and Caroline fit so well. While Bonnie was busy being supportive, and protective of her friends, Caroline was the popular one, the pretty head cheerleader, with all of the party planning ideas, and Elena, was the damsel in distress, with every boy recognizing her beauty and wanting to save her.

Bonnie wasn't worried about looks because she wasn't worried about boys. She just couldn't help how beautiful she was naturally. It was apart of her charm. Albeit, when Damon met Bonnie, she wasn't a fan of his, and in some way she still isn't. But there is something about the way she looks at Damon. There is a certain curiosity in her eyes every time she looks at him, and when she speaks, the thoughts that go through her head are peculiar. He can tell because she gets nervous sometimes when he stares directly into her eyes or at her mouth when she speaks. He can hear her heart rate increase. But he ignores it because, he knows she is unaware of her own peculiarities when it comes to, Damon Salvatore. Just as he programmed himself to look at her in a certain hands-off way, she has programmed herself the same way. And that's just plain and simple friend code on her end and boyfriend code on his end. They both just channeled those feelings to hatred, because it's easier than looking at someone you could potentially have feelings for and know they are off limits. Sitting down, Damon was beginning to realize he was in the cusp of disrespecting his relationship with Elena, he needed to figure how to handle Bonnie as a friend, and not disrespect Elena. But he was tired of being Bonnie's enemy, she was actually a good person and strong ally and he was having a hard time wanting to keep her on the hate list while stuck in '94 for the time being.

After a little while, Damon hears Bonnie in her room crying. No matter how badly she drives him crazy, hearing Bonnie cry was the most heart breaking thing he's ever heard. It reminds him of a helpless little girl, who's been abandoned by everyone she loves. Part of him always wants to hold Bonnie when she is sad, and the other part of him wants to toughen her up. Realizing the affect he has on her mentally, Damon is beginning to grow a conscious for her. Bonnie's gravitational pull on Damon is hefty and no matter how he fights it, he's drawn to her in an uncontrollable way. Within a millisecond he's at her door knocking.

"Bonbon?"

"Bonbon." He says again.

She doesn't say anything, and her sobs stop, hoping he won't hear her.

"Bonnie, I know you're crying, please let me in. I want to talk to you."

She remains quiet, and he listens to hear her move on the bed. "Come in." She says crying.

"Bonnie, I'm sorry." He says sitting on her bed, while she has turned her back to him. She realizes that he is embarrassed. But she still can't face him.

"I'm, dealing with some of my own things and maybe it was wrong of me to violate you the way I did, just being a pervert. It's hard living in a house with a beautiful woman that's not your girlfriend." He may not have realized he said that, but she did. Her eyes widened, but he couldn't see because she's facing the other direction. "I don't mean to stare, you don't deserve to be ogled by a man that you trust, or at least I hope you can trust me. I want us to be friends Bonnie, not enemies. We actually make a pretty good team. As long as we aren't trying to kill each other. I respect you Bonnie. I'm sorry and I would like nothing more than for you to forgive me, but if you can't I understand."

"You had me at beautiful."

He smiled. They were still facing the opposite directions.

"Damon, I'm sorry if I've been a bad friend. If you ever want to talk about Elena, I'm here for you okay? I'm sorry if it seems like I'm trying to forget. I'm just trying to cope with the possibility of this permanence."

He seems perplexed, but he acknowledges her struggle. "Understood, little witch. If it makes a difference, I believe in you."

She turns toward his direction. "It does. Thank you, Damon."

He turns to her and says, "Anytime little witch." Then he leans in and pulls her forehead to his lips and kisses it. Taking an extra sniff of her and then willing himself to get up and go to his own dwelling. "Well I'll let you get to bed, but if you get bored, feel free to make a trip down the way, I'm always available for some conversation."

"Ok. I'll keep that in mind." Secretly she wanted to go with him and talk a while, but she felt it would've been presumptuous, and so she decided to opt for another night. "Good night Damon."

"Good night lil Witch."

When he walked out of the door and closes it, he stays there a minute or so, listening to her heart beat, listening to her breath, and just trying to be stronger than her pull on him, but he is starting to see the witch is more powerful then she could possibly ever know. She has some power over him and she didn't even know it.

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