Bonnie could write lists on things that hated about Klaus. Lists. Notebooks full. But he did have a few good qualities. He was loyal. Which was something she grew to love. He liked the idea of family more than anything else. He loved them in his own fucked up way, she knew he did. That was admirable. He had her back. At first it was because of their deal, but later on, she knows it's because he cared about her. Most importantly he put this trust in her, this blind trust that she didn't get from her friends. That she didn't know she needed. He never asked her if she was sure she could do it. Never told her that she was taking on too much. She appreciated that.

Klaus put a lot of faith in her abilities. She worked on her craft daily, and she knew what she could and could not do. Bonnie knew her comfort level. Klaus on the other hand, put her into these dangerous positions, because he just knew that she'd pull through.

After Paris it was Denmark. After Denmark it was Wales. In Wales there were packs of wolves everywhere. And sometimes, sometimes, Klaus would take her along when he went to "speak" to them. Speaking usually involved him killing them, and Bonnie holding the blood bag. The weirdness that it was Elena's wasn't lost on her.

"I don't like being around werewolves during a full moon." It made her antsy. It was one thing being surrounded werewolves in general, that made her nervous, but being around them during this time of the month was another thing.

"You help my image." She rolls her eyes. "Having a sweet looking girl on my arm makes it easy for them to place their trust in me."

"Thanks for the compliment." Bonnie leans back into her seat. "If you turn all the werewolves you come in contact with, how are you going to make more?" He glances over at her, and she grabs the steering wheel. "Pay attention to the road!" He never stops staring at her.

"I've got amazing coordination...and why would I need more hybrids?"

"You say you're preparing for a war. Wars can't be fought one sided, so in like hundreds of years somebody's gonna make some robot that'll start knocking hybrids off, and then what? You would've killed all of their great great great great great grandparents, and then you'd have a hard time finding people with the were gene and you'd lose...so what's the point?"

"You've been thinking about this?"

"If that hybrid after me kills all of us off, that's it. There'll be no more Bennett's, which is the point I guess...but I started thinking that what if she didn't just kill us, but turned us instead. And you know that a vampire, witch hybrid trumps a vampire, werewolf hybrid because your hybrids can't do spells or anything cool. You are essentially useless."

"Have you always been this disrespectful?" She laughs. " I think it'd be funny, ironic funny, not haha funny if that's who you'd be fighting against. It was a witch that cursed you. A witch that kept you from making your hybrids. A witch that helped you make them, that would be me. I kept Elena alive and you never thanked me...not that I was expecting you to...because you're rude..and if a witch, no matter if she's a vampire or not, killed off what you worked so hard on, it'd be funny. That's what made me think about your little problem."

"Not that I care about your hybrids. It's a little fantasy of mine that some witch wipes you out like dinosaurs. With like a big magical meteor— I probably won't be alive to see it, but I'd shimmy in my grave if that happened. " Klaus chuckles again.

"Young girl's fantasies usually don't revolve around death and destruction."

"I'm not any ol' girl."

"That you are not— you still want me dead?"

She scoffs. "Not until I'm sure I'm safe. Then I'll go back looking for a way to kill you." Bonnie all but sings the end. She can tell he's amused. "I like you Bonnie."

"But I don't like you. We have a business agreement, and that's the only reason we're here right now."

They pull into the camping spot. Klaus gets out and says his little speech. Bonnie's expecting it to be in Welsh, but she'll later known that nobody speaks Welsh, and that's something's she's grateful for.

Klaus revolves all his points around what she calls the three I's. Immortal. Indestructible. Invincible. She doesn't really get why he tries to butter them up, when he's going to kill them anyway. But she just sits on the hood of his car and watches him ask for volunteers. That's new. Doesn't kill the ones who don't volunteer. That's surprising.

"What are you doing?"

"I took your advice. I'm preparing for my war."

They sit there for a while. Chatting it up with werewolves. They eat dinner with them. Talk about football. Stay until the sun starts to set.

"The ones you didn't kill are going to turn, we should get going."

"We're going to stay and watch."

"I can die. I think not."

"Bonnie, you'll be fine."

While Bonnie is prescient, she can't call up visions by force. They just have to come. But she does have a sixth sense about things. She knows when something bad will happen.

That night she almost gets attacked by a newly turned hybrid that couldn't figure out how to stop the transformation. And oddly she wants to say I told you so.

It's dark. The moon is shining bright. She's sitting in the car, waiting for Klaus to come back, when the drivers side is slammed into by a wolf. By now she's achieved this rip out heart(which she's really proud she knows how to do magically), burn, aneurysm first, think later mentality.

She's gotten into the zone. There's fire around the car (that's always her go to), big billows of smoke coming up from the hybrid's body, when Klaus starts screaming at her through the window.

"It just tried to kill me!"

"Calm down." Then he's talking to the hybrid. In some kind of weird growling tone, and she's really disturbed, but it's backing away from the car. Bonnie's hands are shaking from all of the adrenaline. Her heart racing, when Klaus climbs into the car, dusts the glass from the window outside. "You need to calm down."

"NO. I should've just went for the heart."

"Does everything have to be kill, kill, kill with you?" She frowns at him. "I thought you liked it when I was kill, kill, kill."

"I do. But you can't go killing all my hybrids."

"Why can't I?"

"It defeats the purpose. And they're family. You're running from someone who wishes to kill your family, yet you want to do the same to mine."

"You don't know them."

"Do you know every Bennett?" He has a point. She hates it when he has a point."But you let me kill vampires." Klaus lets out an exasperated sigh. "Any idiot with extra time on his hands can make a vampire. Werewolves are blood...we have a bond."

"If one attacks me, I'm going to kill it."

"Well don't be so hasty." She's pouting when he climbs back into the car. "So I'm restricted to vampires."

He smirks. "Or humans."

"So vampires. That means you can't kill witches."

"Despite what you may think, I'm not gallivanting around killing witches. Your kind tends to like me." She doubts it. "You're reaction time is getting quicker. I wasn't expecting you to react so quickly."

"What do you mean you weren't expecting it? You did that on purpose...God...you're doing nothing to increase your chances of me liking you."

"You're set on hating me so why does it matter."

"It doesn't."

"You did well. You need to trust yourself more."

"You're a psycho."

"I wouldn't have let anything hurt you." She doesn't say anything. Stares out of the window, and tries to cool off. They're on the road again when he says, "I'm proud of you." She almost smiles.

"Why are we here?"

"Come on Bonnie. When was the last time you had fun?" The last time she'd did something fun, she almost got bitten by a vampire. She'd had enough fun for one lifetime. "We'll have one drink. Just one." It's not like she can do anything about it, so she follows him into the bar, pub. He chooses a booth in the corner.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I find you intriguing."

She rolls her eyes and orders her a beer. It's warm and she grimaces. She'll never get used to warm beer. "You're so American."

"You're so British or whatever it is you are." He laughs again. "This is fun. See. You need to loosen up." She is loose. Or not rigid. She's fine.

"I'm don't need to loosen up."

"Oh I think you do."

"And your opinion matters, why?"

"It doesn't. I just noticed you need to relax."

"There's someone trying to kill me. I should imagine it's normal to be a little stressed." He tells her how she's going to waste her life worrying about every little detail. Being hunted is a very big detail. "Do something for you."

"I do stuff for me all the time." Klaus scoffs and sips his beer. Wipes the foam off his lip.

"What have you done that was for you, solely for you?" She can't think of anything.

"That's exactly my point. Why did you come to me for help?"

"Because of the drea—"

"No. Because you wanted to live. So why aren't you living?" Klaus was not about to become her life coach, when he was psychotic manaic. She didn't really care about him doing this weird I'm looking out for you thing. "What's it to you?"

"You wanted me to you protect you. I assumed it was in all aspects. I'm truly only looking out for your best interest."

"You're playing mind games."

"Do I look like the type to play mind games?" Bonnie snorts and her beer goes down the wrong pipe. After she's done laughing she asks him if he's serious. "You compelled Stefan, made him forget who you were, then you un-compelled him, and then you compelled him again. You play mind games." Klaus smirks.

"Maybe, but I'm not playing one with you. I just find it sad that you're entire existence is based around helping other people; you've forgotten to put yourself first."

"I'm not going to let people I love get killed."

"I admire your loyalty."

"You may not understand it, but they're my friends."

"Who you're constantly having to get out of trouble, who you're constantly taking care of. Who constantly put you in danger. Some friends. And now you're alone and you don't know what to do with yourself."

"Whatever."

"You know I'm right, Love." He is. A little bit. Not enough for her to agree with him. "You have this opportunity to do whatever you want, and you're wasting it."

"Again why does it matter to you?"

"I'm just saying that I can help you. What's the most important to you after your loved ones?" She doesn't have to think.

"My magic."

"I have the resources to help you be great, I'm a tool. Utilize me." He's up to something, but she could always learn more. She'd utilize him all right.

"Sure."

Her Grams death taught her first hand how doing too powerful spells was dangerous. So she stuck to preforming the ones she knew she could do in her grimoires. There's a spell that strengthens her ties to the moon, witches are always more powerful when it's full, and if she can harness that power all of the time, she thinks that it'll come in handy. It's not necessary, but Bonnie had this insatiable need for more power.

She'd had it with her ancestors, and lost it for Jeremy, which she's doesn't regret, but she'll always have a slight resentment towards him, especially after he cheated on her. Bonnie didn't want to be caught with her pants down. Trouble followed her since she'd became a witch. It would be stupid to think that it would stop because Klaus was looking after her. She can also admit that she liked the way it felt. She knew she wasn't invincible, but having extra power made her feel safe. Safer than she would when she'd lost it. She could be doing little spells like making feathers float, or teleporting things across the room. Bonnie did that, and that was cute in the beginning, but that wasn't going to cut it.

Bonnie was getting prepared for her own battle. If she learned nothing from Klaus hybrid problem in Mystic Falls, it would be that she always needed a plan b. If the heat got too hot, Klaus could change his mind just like his brother. She wasn't going to be stuck out in the cold if it happened. She knew she'd be know match for the vampire witch hybrid if she ever came in contact with her, but she wasn't going out without a fight. That's why she'd studied. She had dozens of grimoires. Her own, her grams. The Martin's. Klaus gave her Greta's, which came in really handy when looking for spells that hurt (the more they hurt the more power she needed). She'd learned spells that decreased healing time in supernatural entities, so when she did something that caused pain, it caused pain. That was perfect.

Bonnie's looking for the sheep's stomach lining she'd set out for the spell. She'd left it out to dry and can't find it. She knows he's moved it.

Klaus has this issue with things being left out, so he hides them so she can't find it. And if it's purpose is to piss her off, it works. Every time. She has to do the spell today or she'll have to wait another month.

Bonnie not waiting another month.

She throws open his bedroom door. "Ms. Bennett I assure you a slight turn of the knob would've gotten you the same result." She follows his voice into the bathroom. "Where is my— you shave?" He's holding a razor to his face and this is so odd to her. She never thinks of him doing anything human and every time he does, she's surprised.

"Yes. I'd forgotten to do my face whilst I was doing my bi-monthly manscaping..." Bonnie grimaces. Not something she wanted imagine. "...don't look like that. It's not bare. Just a little wack of the weeds if you will." He proceeds to pull down his pants, as if she needed proof. She didn't need proof. But like an accident it's hard to look way from. She cocks her head to the side. "I was thinking of shaving a a heart, for the ladies. Or maybe a K—"

"For the boys?" He chuckles and pulls the cotton to his waist.

"Precisely." Is he joking, or? She'll think about this later.

"I didn't come here to see..." She motions to his groin. "That."

"A nice bonus, is it not?"

"It's not that impressive." She wishes she would've thought before she spoke. "Not that impressive. So it's a little impressive." His mouth forms a grin. She rolls her eyes. "I need my sheep's stomach."

"And why would I know where that is?"

"Are you twelve? I know you have it, give it to me. I need for my spell."

"Maybe I'll threw it away."

"Maybe I'll light you on fire. I know you hid it."

"We could stop doing this if you'd just pick up after yourself."

"We could stop doing this if you left my stuff alone." He raises the razor to his face. When she slides it across his skin she magically jerks his hand. His says her name as a warning.

She does it again.

"Stop doing that."

"Give me my stuff." He raises the blade back to his face. She slices it until bloods dripping from his chin. "Bonnie. Stop." The next time she does it he grabs her wrist. He's got it grasped firmly n his and it hurts. Not that she'll ever let him know how much. "Give me my stuff."

"You're being unreasonable. Promise me that you'll clean up your messes."She shakes her head. "After you give me what I want." He's tightened his grip just a little and she breaks his thumb with her mind. All that studying pays off. When he still doesn't let go she starts to break the others. And while he's screaming and holding his hand she runs out of the bathroom and throws a invisible barrier up against the door.

"Where is it? I won't let you out until I get it." He grunts out that it's on top of the refrigerator. He's such a child. She runs to go check and there it is. Once she grabs it, she grabs a blood bag out of the fridge. There was no need to break his hand, not that she's saying she didn't want to, because she did, but it was a little extreme.

"You're not going to hurt me, when I let you out."

He grits out a why would I ever do that? "I'll keep you in there for hours."

"Bonnie stop playing." She stares at him. "I won't hurt you." She lets the wall down. "I brought you some blood." Bonnie pours it into a glass hands it to him. "As you should." Which makes her roll her eyes. "I take care of you and a broken hand is the thanks I get." He sits on his bed. Takes a sip with his unbroken hand.

"You're so whiny...don't move my stuff, and we'd have no problems." This initiates the argument all over again, and it keeps going until Bonnie upends his glass and he jumps up from the bed and storms out of the room.

"Those sheets are Egyptian Cotton, Bonnie. You've taken it too far!" When he's reached the room where she'd prepared to do her spell, he starts throwing the ingredients that were strategically placed around.

"Stop it."

"You make it really hard to like you Bonnie Bennett." Now he's moved to kicking ingredients all over the floor. After all this, she won't even be able to do the spell.

"Well you make it real easy to hate you." While she learned how to decrease healing she's also learned how to speed it up. So that's what she does. Speeds it up and breaks his fingers all over again. Repeats. Klaus' scream is probably the most satisfying thing she's ever heard.

"You're a sadist." He's probably regretting giving her all those grimiores. It gives her so much joy knowing that he's the reason for his pain. So much joy.

"Yep. And I can go on for hours. I'm just getting started." They're both being immature, but she's only eighteen and he's a thousand, so she doesn't understand why she has to always be the bigger person. This goes on until the floor is a mess, and Klaus has passed out from the pain.

This was stupid. She walks over to him. Puts her hands underneath his armpits. Drags him down the hall, none too gently, to his room. Leaves him on the floor while she changes the sheets. Levitates him onto the clean ones.

Bonnie's trying to set his swollen fingers back to their rightful place when he comes to. They don't speak, just look at each other and laugh.

She lifts a glass of blood to his mouth, and when he's mostly healed he bites into his wrist and hold its to her mouth. She watches the fingerprints on wrist disappear.

This is the closest they're going to get to an apology.

She'll still leave her stuff lying around.

And he'll still bitch about it.

The first place she arrive goes after she rents a car, is to her house. There's no car in the driveway. The grass is a little long. So she knows her father isn't home. Once she's broken in she spends the first ten minutes standing in the living room. Her house looks the same. Smells the same. She's really in awe of how much nothing's changed. The next stop is the kitchen. Same. Her dad's room, looks the same. It's the same with her room.

There's a thick layer of dust over the furniture, but nothings change. Same clothes lying on the floor. Same crumpled up papers in her waste basket. She pulls back the dusty comforter and plops down on her sheets."Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh."

Next stop is Caroline's since she's closest. But there's no cars in her driveway either. It's the same with Elena. Bonnie realizes that they're adults now. Caroline may not live at home anymore. Maybe they're at work. She heads over to the Grill, because if no one's there she could always use a drink.

The Grill also hasn't changed either. Bonnie would bet that the booth right by the pool table still has the three girls' names carved into it. She sidles up to the bar. Takes a seat. The bartender's with his back to her, tells her he'll be with her in a second.

"That's fine. Take your time."

When he turns around she takes a good look at him. Blonde hair. Rectangular framed glasses. "Matt?" Then he turns fully towards her. A grin cracks across his face. "Bonnie." She all but jumps across the bar to hug him. He has to detach from her first.

"You still work here?"

"I own here." She wasn't expecting that. That was a hard thing to realize. They were all adults. Time had passed.

"Congratulations."

"Thanks. I've had it for a couple of years. How are you? I'm assuming that you're safe now." He pours her a drink. "They told you?"

"At first they didn't. Caroline said you joined the Peace Corp, but I'm not stupid. I figured it out." Bonnie's leans over the bar again and pecks his forehead. "No you're not...And I'm fine now. Never been better actually." She'd told Klaus she didn't want to know details. Details made it hurt more. Are they all still alive? Good. Now she wished she'd known. She downs the rest of the glass. "Fill me in."

He's filling her in, when he pulls out his wallet and flips it open to the a picture of a little brown haired, blue eyed boy.

"He's yours?"

"Yeah."He grins. "Mattie. He'll be two in March."

"He's adorable." She looks at the picture again. The little boy looks familiar. "Who's his mother?"

"Elena." Bonnie opens her mouth to say something, but ends up closing it."So you— are you— you're together?"

"No. She's still with Stefan, but they broke up a few years back— and things happened." Bonnie had pictured them getting married, and having kids when they were fourteen. But now this was just...odd. "That's— "

"I know. I know. Unexpected...So what about you? Boyfriend? Husband?" Husband.

"No. I wasn't anywhere long enough to— connect." That's a lie. She had a boyfriend when she finished high school in Michigan. He was everything that she thought she wanted. Sweet. Caring. Tall. But he was just so human— breakable. Clueless.

It wasn't so much that she didn't like humans, she just needed to date someone who knew what she was. What she could do. She dated a few werewolves. A hybrid or two or five. Never a vampire. She'd still didn't like them. Connecting wasn't the problem. Trying to build a relationship where she'd just end up leaving wasn't a wise choice.

"That sounds sad. Being alone like that."

"It wasn't as bad as you think. But I'm still glad to be home." She and Matt catch up until it's the dinner rush. "You haven't seen Elena yet?" Bonnie shakes her head. "She wasn't there when I got here."

"She should be home now. I'm about to head over there...you should come."

Matt opens the door and yells his presence. Bonnie steps over the threshold and it gets the same feeling she did when she stepped into her house. Home. Everywhere feels like home. Elena's got the baby on her hip, standing over the counter looking at magazine. Stefan's stirring something in a pot. She mumbles a hi to Matt and doesn't look up. Stefan makes eye contact first. Smiles. "Elena."

"What?"

Matt nudges her. "Elena."

"What?"

"Elena." This time it's Bonnie and when Elena looks up she falls apart. Then there's screaming and hugging and the only reason they stop is because it's scaring the baby.

She hands him off to Matt. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too."

Matt's gone with the baby. She and Elena have finally calmed down enough talk. They keep it vague. Little stuff like how cute Mattie is. How good Bonnie looks. How happy Elena is. Nothing too deep.

"Caroline's at work, but I texted her to meet us at the bar." The bar. They had a bar now. They were probably regulars at this bar. Bonnie hadn't been a regular anywhere. "Where does she work?"

"Stefan turn on the tv." Bonnie's a little confused but then she sees Caroline's face. It's the same face she remembers. While Elena face looks older, not by much, Caroline looks exactly the same. Not that she expected a difference.

The blonde's reporting a flood at the middle school. "This is what she always wanted to do."

"I know...she'll be so happy to see you Bonnie."

"After she slaps me first." She's prepared for that. Occasionally she'd imagine their reunion, and it always started with her getting slapped. Caroline would be mad she left her. "Yeah, probably." They're both laughing when the front door swings open.

"Since our little Juice Box is with his Papa, it's time to get some adult juice." God he's still so corny. He looks at Bonnie. Does a double take. Triple take.

"Where have you been?"

"Around."

"The block?" He smirks. She's even missed that. She smirks back.

"A few times."

"So I'm guessing you could give me directions."

Bonnie doesn't know why she's flirting with Damon, because he's definitely not her type. She's actually kind of amused that he used to be so intimidating to her. He's standing there in all black, attempting to be sexy and it all looks so contrived. So when Stefan clears his throat and gives his brother a look, and Elena gives her a twin one, she holds in her GPS joke and shrugs her shoulders. "Shall we go then?"

Bonnie's on her fifth shot of tequila when Caroline walks into the bar. And the first thing she does is prove Bonnie wrong. She punches her shoulder instead of slapping her, but once that's over it's a repeat of what happened with Elena. Except Caroline starts crying, so Bonnie starts. Then Elena's crying and they're all hugging, and she missed them so much it doesn't matter that the entire bar is watching them.

"I saw you on tv."

"Tonight? Oh God. I looked so bad. We've got this new makeup girl and she always puts too much powder on me. Did I look dead? I bet I looked dead." Bonnie laughs. "You didn't look dead at all."

"Bonnie aren't you gonna slow down? I'm surprised you're not drunk."

"When I'm dancing on the bar, you'll know I'm drunk." Her friends keep giving each other these looks. Bonnie ignores them.

She's looking for a way to bring up the whole Klaus thing when Caroline does it for her. Bonnie's pulling out her lipgloss out of her bag when her wallet falls out and open. Caroline looks at her license. "Bonnie Smith. You're married? When were you going to tell us?"

"I was just about to bring that up." She starts off from the beginning. With the dreams, and Lucy. Meeting Klaus at the bar. Going to Paris. When she's finished the three vampires and the doppelganger are sitting with their mouths open.

"So you've been with Klaus. All this time." Bonnie nods her head and downs another shot. Damon takes away the bottle. "But he's been back here dozens of times."

"I know."

"He didn't tell us."

"I told him not to."

Elena looks like she's about to cry. Bonnie didn't want this to happen. "Did you ask about us?"

"I only wanted to know if you were alive and healthy. No details. It would've been too hard." Caroline slams her hand onto the table. " You think we didn't want to know about you? We looked for you Bonnie."

"I sent you cards. You knew I was alive. I didn't want you to worry."

"Well we worried. You're our friend. You're family, why wouldn't we worry?" She doesn't know what to say to make this better. It was an overall shitty situation. Words weren't going to make it better. "Can you forgive me?"

She gets a collective of course from both the girls. The brunette tells her to never do it again. She won't.

Bonnie's back at the bar buying another bottle when Damon comes to stand next to her. In her personal space. Some things don't change. "Dance with me." Reluctantly, she lets him pull her to the dance floor. "What's your deal?"

"What do you mean?" She wraps her arms around his neck. Closes all the space between them. Makes him arch a brow. They start to rock.

"Are you evil?" Bonnie laughs. "You think I'm evil. That's cute. Why do you think I'm evil Damon?

"Leather. Evil. Living with Klaus and you don't seem that tramatized. Evil. Flirting with me. Ev— well if you were anybody else you'd just have good taste. But since it's you, you're probably evil." The corner of his mouth pulls up into a smirk. Bonnie mirrors the look. Damon looks so smug like he's figured out an especially complicated puzzle. He seems so proud she almost wants to agree.

"I'm a witch."

"And I'm a vampire."

"Then you know good and evil is a little different for us."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I do what I need to. Sometimes it's stuff that people don't agree with." He's about to say something else when she interrupts him. "And if I was evil, what were you going to do about it?"

"I hadn't thought that far ahead."

"Well I always think ahead. So I suggest you don't do anything stupid."

"Chill Witchy. I'm just saying that they're happy your back, and I don't want to see them hurt." It takes her a lot of strength not to roll her eyes. "And you think I do? I came back because I missed them. No ulterior motives."

"Then we're cool."

"Yeah, cool."

She'd been home a week when Elena invites her to dinner. They'd been trying to hang out, but things were weird. They were off. The doppelganger suggest that they should have time to really sit down and talk. Relearn each other.

Elena's cutting up celery. Caroline's checking the stove. Bonnie's in charge of setting the table.

Caroline looks over at the table. "You're getting kind of fancy over there Bon. It's just soup." Bonnie shrugs. "It's just a buffet fold." That's a phrase she'd never thought she'd utter. One thing she hadn't expected to learn with Klaus was napkin folding 101. But he was full of useless knowledge and skills. Her two friends share a look. She used to be able to read those looks.

They're sitting at the table, Stefan and the three girls, when Caroline breaks the light conversation. "He didn't hurt you did he?"

"Klaus?"

"Uh, duh."

She laughs. "Not really." Elena pipes in. "What does that mean Bonnie?"

"You mean like psychically right?"

"Anyway."

"I can't remember the last time I felt physically threatened by him. He's more into messing with my mind. It's complicated. We're complicated."

"We? Are you guys dating?" Bonnie can't say no fast enough.

"He's a..." She didn't know if she considered him a friend. "Sometimes I'm...fond of him."

Elena's having the hardest time understanding this and it shows on her face. "Were you, lovers?" Laughs bubble from her lips. Lovers. Such a strange word to describe them. "He kept me safe. I care about him. I don't know what else to say."

"It's Klaus, and you care about him? You tried to kill him twice."

She deepens her voice. Throws on his accent. "We let bygones be bygones, Love." She thought the accent was pretty good, but the blankness on their faces makes her think otherwise. "He helped me hide. He gave me places to stay. He bought me stuff. He was there for me. I can't pretend that doesn't make him a little better in my book. Klaus taught me stuff."

"What did he teach you?" How to break necks the old fashioned way, because it's a good skill to have, but she can't say that. How the world isn't in black and white. She was learning that before she left, but he reinforced it. He was a psychotic murderer. Bonnie wasn't delusional, but there were so many reasons he was the way he was. She'd never make excuses for him, never, but Klaus' issues were rooted in his family. Bonnie got that. She's the way she is in result of her parent's decisions. She doesn't feel like this is appropriate to say either.

He taught her it was okay to put yourself first. is what she chooses to tell them. "It took me getting away from here to realize how unhappy I was...you don't understand how hard it was for me those last few years. My Grams died, and then I was relegated to witch duty... then there was me losing my ancestors powers, and Jeremy cheating on me...I was going through so much, and me leaving was the first thing I'd done for myself in a while...and Klaus being as selfish as he is, helped me realized that I needed to do that. I needed to work on me, so that's what I did."

"Bonnie, we didn't know..."

"I'm not blaming you guys. I'm glad I got those dreams telling me to go with him... I needed to be with somebody who could take care of themselves," because you guys couldn't, "so I could focus on me... I just don't want you to think that I was hating my time with him. I wasn't."

"We're just worried about you. You came back and you're so...different."

"I grew up. I'm still Bonnie. Klaus didn't make me do much of anything I didn't want to. That's all you need to know." They give her looks that Bonnie can only describe as pity.

Later, when Elena suggest Stefan show her the mini playground that he and Matt built, she knows it's so her friends can talk about her. "He can't really play on any of it until he gets older, but we got a little excited." He's smiling and she can tell that he's happy. All of them are so happy. Bonnie's happy too. And she just wants to be happy with them, but they're acting like she shouldn't be.

Stefan sits next to her on the swings. "How are you?"

"I'm good."

"Bonnie."

"Do you think I'm evil too?"

"Who thinks you're evil?"

"Damon."

"It's necessary for me to think the opposite of whatever he thinks so I guess not." She smiles.

He asks her why he thinks that. "Because I drink, and wear leather, and I'm not traumatized by my time Klaus."

"Damon's...Damon's..."

"An idiot. I grew up. I don't know why that's so hard to understand." She rubs the toe of her boot into the grass. "You have these lives, and I'm scared that I don't fit in anymore. I can't relate."

"They're just going to need some time to adjust." She needed time to adjust. "You guys have kids, and careers, and I don't have that. I don't even know how to go about having that." I don't know if I want that.

"You're a smart woman, you'll figure out what you want to do."

"I feel like...I have no right to tell them how to feel about Klaus, but I don't want them to blame how much I changed on him. This is me...I don't know what else to do."

"You guys need to reconnect. It'll happen. You love them, they love you." He grabs her hand. "It'll happen." She smiles a sad little smile. She doesn't really believe it. "Do you miss him?" She doesn't say anything.

"It's normal if you do. Klaus...we were friends once upon a time... I can see the appeal." Bonnie chuckles. "No need to lie, I would have never wanted to spend that much time with him if I didn't have to. He grew on me though...like a fungus." Stefan laughs.

"You're impression of him is pretty good."

"I know right? You should hear me imitate him while he's speaking Spanish. It's so bad."

Bonnie went home that night and thought over what Stefan said. He was right. It was going to take time.

A/N: Thank you guys for reading and commenting. The next chapters will have more girl time, because this chapter was really lacking on that. And a little more on the vampire witch hybrid, but probably not a lot because I suck at building villains. A few of you were saying that Klaus is a little soft in this. That's because Klaus is soft, so... I imagine Klaus sits bowls of milk out on his back porch for stray kittens, I can't write him any other way. This is unbetaed so all mistakes are mine, but I did edit it.