Summary: After her father found her passed out, he decides to move her across the country after taking a promotion. They move to Beacon Hills, which to Bonnie is normal to an extreme point. Unfortunately Bonnie does not ever get to be normal. BonniexStiles

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These two shows (Teen Wolf and The Vampire Diaries)...I wish. Would be making some type of bank.

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If anyone had told Stiles that the perfect girl was nothing but a fabrication of unobtainable expectations placed on women, Stiles would agree. But in the back of his mind, he would think of two women who could be used as an argument: his mom, and Bonnie. Anyone would say their mom, but someone like Bonnie? That was different. She was different. Stiles was used to chasing after girls that were out of his league, his most recent, and longest, was Lydia. He had had a crush on her for years, since the third grade to be exact. Ultimately he knew nothing would come of it. Yes he found her to be beautiful, and smart, and the way she smiled did light up his life, but Lydia was in love with Jackson: Jackson the ass. Jackson the ass that got everything he ever wanted. Jackson the ass that got everything he ever wanted...and Lydia.

Stiles knew that Jackson would never appreciate Lydia like he should, and while he tried to convince Lydia of that, he knew her heart was ass hat Jackson's, as Stiles had wished to call him in public and multiple times. He had just come to that conclusion when he woke up one Friday and saw that the house beside him, had been sold. Or rented, it did not matter. He went on with his life, helping Scott with whatever little werewolf thing he had, helping Derek with his new pack issues, trying to stay alive in a town full of hunters, werewolves, and some creepy transforming monster. The same old thing for him. It was when he got home from school one day, a week later, that he saw her.

Perfection.

She was beautiful. Even though he got a quick glance of her, he sat in awe. Something so perfect had come into his life at the right time. He was getting over Lydia. His heart could belong to another. And that other was a five-foot-two-inches, long dark brown hair, green eyed, weird jawline, tired looking beauty named:

"Bonnie."


"How is the new home?"

"Great, and by great I mean truly the most frustrating thing to every happen to my normal life."

Bonnie was in the middle of doing homework. Her first day in school and she was slammed with tons of homework. Had the world no sympathy? She was in the middle of not trying to magically burn her text books when Caroline called.

"Homework?"

"Not just homework, Chemistry."

"Wait. Chemistry? Did you not take that junior year?"

"Yes, but apparently there was some problems with my transcript. I got held back."

"What. The. Fuck?"

"I know right!"

"How could this have happened?"

"The principal said that I had some credits that did not transfer over, as well as me missing some school...a month to be exact."

"Wow."

Bonnie sighed.

"I am so sorry. That is truly fucked up."

"You're telling me. I decided not to argue it."

"What why not?"

"Because..."

"Because what?"

Bonnie looked down at her homework, papers were spread out, textbooks opened. It was a familiar scene, but so different.

"Bonnie?"

"Do you ever think what life would be like without vampires?"

The line went quiet again. Bonnie thought she had overstepped her boundaries. It was a moment before she heard Caroline give an exaggerated sigh.

"All the time. It sucks you know."

"It does."

Bonnie turned away from her homework and looked at the window; the blinds down and closed. She felt creeped out by the fact someone was staring at her.

"Can I be honest with you Bonnie?"

"Sure Caroline."

"I'm jealous of you right now."

"What?"

"I'm jealous. You found a way out. You are no longer tied to this. To us. Your life is no longer in jeopardy from being pulled down by Mystic Fall's weird complacency, or supernatural deaths. You don't have to worry about people finding out that you are strange...well actually you do...but now you are no longer enemy zero. Your past is in the past Bonnie. This whole Elena thing is so tiring. She is dealing with being a vampire and..."

Caroline stopped talking again. Bonnie stood up, making sure to close the door.

"What's wrong?"

"She almost killed Matt."

Bonnie almost dropped her phone in shock. Elena did what?

"She did what?"

"It was just an accident, she was talking to him, and he cut his finger...next thing you know Damon is throwing her across the room. He seemed so upset to do it."

"Damon is about as important in this as I am. How is Matt? How is Elena?"

"Matt's okay, just spooked. I think he has had enough of the supernatural though. I think I might just compel him to forget..."

"No!"

"What?"

"No Caroline. Just...how many times can we make someone forget? How many times can we just take it away from them?"

"Take what Bonnie?"

"Their choice?"

The line went silent again.

"Bonnie. What do we do?"

Bonnie stood there, her back to her door. She looked around the room, it was unpacked, and tidy, for now. Eventually the walls would get painted, and her desk, which had her laptop on it, would be stacked with books, and CDs. It would be home to her, but without the memories, or the smell of bleach. Having to get rid of the clothes ruined by blood, or fainting in one place then waking up in another. Or the silent cries after having to take on responsibilities beyond that of a teenaged girl.

"Leave Caroline...just leave."


It was around nine, which to Stiles was early. Nevertheless Stiles was just about to fall asleep when he heard a noise. Groaning, he grabbed his pillow and placed it over his head. That noise was too familiar. It was the sound of his window being opened. That only meant one thing: werewolf. Which in itself meant Stiles was officially on the supernatural clock.

"Great" he muttered.

"Aw I'm flattered. You haven't even looked at me though."

Stiles jumped at the sound of that voice. The sickeningly sweet nature of it. Almost condescending. He did not want to turn around in fear that she might be standing too close for actual comfort.

"Come on Stiles, why won't you look at me? I'm harmless."

Before Stiles knew it, he started speaking.

"Lies you she devil! I remember the dumpster!"

Stiles sat up but kept his back to the voice. He did not want her to know that he was slightly scared, slightly annoyed, and very much turned on. Stiles mentally cursed himself for this. The sound of clicking heels got closer to Stiles. Stiles tried to think of every unappealing thing to make it go away.

"Come on Stiles. Look at me."

Stiles wanted to, but he remembered how she pushed him into a door, and vandalized his jeep. His jeep! For the odd reason that only Stiles could manage, that was enough to stop his little overzealous appreciation of the female form in front of him.

"What is it Erica."

The blonde she wolf gave him a look, Stiles could not see at all that well in the dark, but it looked as if she was amused by him. She had been a werewolf not that long, but her attitude changed quicker than her wardrobe.

"I am here to relay a message. Well more of a request, from Derek of course."

Stiles gave her a look to continue on, as if his permission was needed for anything.

"He needs you to get a file for him on one of the new attacks."

"Werewolf or creepy shifter thing?"

"The second one."

"Was it reported?"

From what Stiles could tell Erica shrugged. Stiles groaned. Did Derek ever do his research?

"Why should I do this for you?"

Erica did not immediately answer. Instead she walked across the room and turned on the lights. Stiles, forgetting he was in his underwear, and was still a little too excited. Erica turned to him, and was about to threaten his life, but got caught by the sight of Stiles.

"Uhm...Stiles..."

"What?"

Erica turned around.

"Cover yourself."

Stiles seemed to forget that he was hard. When he looked down, little Stiles was standing up and tall, and out of his underwear. With a very girly scream, he flew for a blanket, pillow, sheet, anything to cover himself. Erica tried not to laugh at Stiles' predicament. She closed her eyes and bit her lip just to stop the laughter. Once Stiles was situated, and a lovely red from embarrassment, he turned his attention back to Erica.

"So, where were we?"

Erica breathed, trying to regain control of herself.

"Well I came here to bring you a message. You declined. I was going to threaten you. But let's just skip that part."

She turned back to him, making sure he was covered up.

"Stiles we need your help. Look with the Hunters on our asses, we can't have something roaming the streets like that. That's a possible bad rep for us. We want to stay as low as possible right now."

"And Derek making more teen wolves is staying low?"

"Oh your sarcasm Stiles."

Erica moved over to the window. She was making her way out, but before she left she left Stiles with one thing.

"Just think about it. If the hunters think we are doing it, they will continue to come after us. And Allison's dad can only hide Scott for so long."

Stiles did not turn to her. He did not want her to see the shock on his face. But Erica could hear it. With a smile, and the knowledge of knowing she had him, she left.


There were times when it felt as if two opposing forces were fighting to be right.

One would warn: stay out of it, this does not concern you. You will only get hurt.

The other would preach: you are capable of stopping this. Don't just sit there. If you know something is wrong you should try to fix it.

Unfortunately the second one always won. That was why Bonnie waited a minute before walking next door to check up on Stiles. She had to sit and wait for the inner turmoil to end before she could be super witch. As soon as it was over, she made her way towards his house, and rung the doorbell.

It took a minute, but the weird boy had opened the door, in nothing but a pair of loose baggy sweat pants.

Not as if Bonnie had noticed. She was too busy worrying for his safety.

"Bonnie?"

She gave him a tight smile, before she threw a barrage of questions at him.

"Hey I heard a scream coming from over here. Well specifically your room. I just wanted to see if you are okay."

Bonnie left out the part about seeing a girl jump out his window and run away as if she went down a flight of steps. Stiles picked up on her concern, and smiled.

"Yeah I'm good. I was watching a movie. Scary one. Gory. There was a girl that hacked up to pieces."

Stiles leaned into his door frame, emulating all the cool kids that he had studied. Bonnie just gave a nod, as if confirming the awkwardness of her neighbor.

"Are you sure that wasn't you? It sounded like you."

Stiles shook his head.

"Nah that was the movie. Pretty sure it was the movie."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes. He was really going to play this game. A game he was obviously not good at.

"Look Stiles, I saw that girl jump from your window, and run off. That was not normal."

Stiles scratched his head and still tried to play it off. Bonnie felt her jaw tick. She was annoyed, which was plainly obviously to Stiles. Letting go of his failed bravado, he looked around for anything suspicious. Once he felt in the clear, he leaned into bonnie, trying his best to be as intimidating as possible. Instinctively, Bonnie leaned back, feeling her personal space had been encroached.

"Look Bonnie, there are things here in Beacon Hills, things that are beyond you. I got myself caught in something because I am stupid. But you shouldn't. It's best for a girl like you to stay out of it."

"What? A girl like me?"

Stiles backed off, to which Bonnie thanked every known deity for, and shook his head. Stiles walked back into his house, and before he closed the door he said one last thing.

"Just stay out of it Bonnie."

Bonnie watched as Stiles closed the door, confused as hell as to what had just taken place. Did Stiles try to create n intense moment between them? Bonnie shook her head trying not to think about that. What she did know was that there was something off about Beacon Hills. She walked back to her house. Her dad was not going to be home till around eleven, so she had an hour or two left to herself. Her homework was done. She had already talked to Caroline about Mystic Falls. She cleaned up the house, even though there was nothing really needing cleaning. Bonnie did not want to have to do it.

When she made her way to her room, the first thing she did was peak through the blinds. She could see Stiles on the phone with someone. He was also getting dressed. He seem to fall a few times. Bonnie never thought she could have met someone that awkward. She moved away from her window, and towards her bed. Sitting on it, she felt that unfortunate war start again.

The warning and the preaching.

Don't do it.

You have to.

You will get hurt like every other time

If you have the power to fix a problem you should.

The preaching always won.

Great.


I am doing this thing where I try to keep up with the main story while not doing that at all...obviously I have Bonnie in this story. So yeah...

Thanks to everyone who is reading this. I am trying to get the first five or six chapters out of the way, and then scale back on the rest.

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