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Sorry for the wait. This chapter took longer than usual for me to write and it's shorter than I would have liked….

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"I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean for this to happen." Bonnie chewed her lip and watched Damon warily, a little hesitant in moving closer to him. The consequences of what she had done were in the confusion, the fear she could see in his eyes.

"You did something?" He looked pretty disoriented.

"I didn't mean…" She trailed of, shook her head and stepped forward, held her hands up when he backed away. "I only want to…here." She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the couch. He didn't protest and she wasn't surprised.

Bonnie pushed him to sit on the couch and sat down herself beside him. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"What'd you do?" He finally asked and Bonnie sighed, stared down at her hands the panic wasn't there in his voice. She was pretty sure he was in shock. She could see it on his face.

And she had no idea how to answer that question. She felt the immediate need to defend her actions, to tell him everything, to tell him things that he should already know, things that only she knew now.

"I cast a spell," she admitted after a moment.

"A spell," he repeated.

"You asked me to," she said before he could ask anything else. "Listen…" She leaned closer to him. "I need to try and reverse it."

"So, you're to blame for this, are you?"

Both Bonnie and Damon rose to their feet at the sound of the voice, spinning to face Stefan.

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The anger burned slowly. Stefan had heard the entire conversation between Bonnie and Damon but had waited to confront the witch about it. He should have known she would be the one responsible but her claim that Damon had asked her to do this to him was an interesting one.

He stood behind the couch and his gaze traveled from Bonnie to Damon. There was fear shining in his brother's blue eyes, actual fear. Stefan was hit suddenly with just how wrong the situation he found himself in was, of how wrong it was for Damon to look at him like that.

Damon had been afraid for him before, mostly when they were kids before Katherine had so thoroughly ripped them apart but he'd never been afraid of him.

The anger spiked, turning quickly to rage when he met Bonnie's gaze once again. She backed up with Damon at the look in his eyes but, although wary, the terror wasn't there.

"What exactly did you do?" Stefan started around the couch, towards the girl.

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It was the look in Stefan's eyes that had Bonnie back away. She had never seen that look in his eyes before. She had seen it in Damon's. She was startled by it, and was hit with the fact that Elena had been right, that there had to be something there to save in Stefan.

Not because he was looking at her like he wanted to snap her neck but because she was sure he was looking at her that way because of what she had done, because of his brother. He would have had to be blind not to see the fear in Damon's eyes.

"You cast a spell?" Stefan repeated her words back to her, low and with an undercurrent of danger.

A thread of fear ran through her. It wasn't the all consuming terror she had felt in the gym when all their lives had been in the balance but it was still there. She could drop him, use her power but he could move faster than she could see and he had the potential of killing her before she could retaliate.

This was Stefan also. Stefan, who had felt so guilty after his last slip off the wagon, had tried to kill himself. But this was also the same Stefan who had literally given up everything in his life in order to save his brothers and she had damaged that.

Damon's fingers curling around her upper arm brought her back out of her thoughts and she straightened. Before she could open her mouth to speak, Stefan's stance shifted and his face went impassive. Bonnie heard the front door open a few seconds later. Although Bonnie refused to take her eyes off Stefan, she was sure of whom it was before Elena spoke.

"What's going on?"

Stefan took another step closer to Bonnie, ignoring Elena for the moment. "Fix this," he ordered, his tone not nearly as emotionless as his expression. Then he was gone from the room and Bonnie had to suppress the urge to curse her luck.

Damon couldn't have been alone when the spell played out?

"What are you doing here?" Elena asked, stepping deeper into the room, confusion shining in her eyes when she noticed the grip Damon had on her arm and the fact that Bonnie had not shaken him off.

Another question Bonnie wasn't sure how to answer, or even really wanted to answer. The story behind it was long and involved a few things that she had never planned on telling Elena. She wasn't even sure if Elena would believe half of it.

She and Damon both had made a mistake yesterday when he'd left her house. Bonnie was saved from having to answer in that moment when Damon's grip on her arm tightened to an almost painful degree and she abruptly turned to look at him.

It seemed the shock was finally wearing off and was being rapidly replaced by panic. Bonnie watched this slide for a few seconds, listened as his breathing picked up in pace before she finally did shake off his grip.

"Dammit." Bonnie turned so that she was standing directly in front of him, and placed her hands on the sides of his face, forcing him to look at her. "Damon!" He wasn't seeing her, however, and she wondered if he could even hear her.

She couldn't imagine what he was going through. Waking up with no memories had to be more than difficult but it wasn't just memories that had been taken from him. She also knew that he had to exhausted, that was a side effect, she knew.

The tortured expression on his face made the guilt come back, stronger than ever and he wasn't snapping out of it. Wanting-needing-to give him some sort of relief, she quickly uttered a small spell and watched as his eyes finally slipped closed.

Quickly moving her grip to under his arms, Bonnie didn't so much catch him as move with him, tipping him back towards the couch. She arranged it so that he was lying flat, lifting his feet up on the couch as well.

Elena, who had been watching the scene with wide eyes, came over. "What the hell is going on?" She demanded. "What's wrong with him?" The worry in her tone was clear and Bonnie pushed back her hair, suddenly feeling exhausted herself.

"It's a long story," she answered with a sigh, her mind going over how she had gotten here, how she had gotten from hating the man unconscious on the couch to this.

Elena crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow and waited. Bonnie glanced around the room. "Think Damon would mind if we raided his liquor cabinet?" She had never been a big drinker but she thought she might need it if she was going to have to tell that story.

"Bonnie," Elena let out with a sigh, tone a mix of pleading and demanding. Bonnie had no clue how she did that but it had the desired effect.

"Fine," Bonnie relented and she began her story.