Damon could see red. What the fuck had Bonnie just confessed to him. It's a good thing we're in a prison world Damon thought to himself, because if he had the chance to he was pretty sure he would have marched over to the Gilbert residence and killed Jeremy. Again.

Damon tried to stay calm, he could tell Bonnie was upset and he didn't want to make it worse. His voice nearly stuck in his throat when he said "What the fuck bon", and that's when the tears started.

A steady stream of tears stained Bonnie's cheeks and try as she might she couldn't stop them. "I don't even know why I'm so upset it was so long ago" she mumbled.

Damon looked at her, not sure how to respond. He had never actually seen Bonnie cry. The Bonnie Bennett everyone knew was strong and stubborn and she didn't take shit from anyone, especially not someone as miniscule as Jeremy Gilbert Damon thought.

He started slowly, "Bon, it doesn't matter how long ago it was, it matters that it happened."

Bonnie slowly looked at Damon, his figure blurring from the tears. She had never heard Damon sound so sincere, it made her chest swell.

The next thing she knew she was in his arms. Her tears staining his black T-shirt, the smell of the woods surrounding her. She hadn't expected Damon to smell so much like the earth, it almost made her feel at home. His embrace was surprisingly soft even with his muscular arms tensed around her.

Bonnie breathed in his warmth, it had been so long since someone held her she thought to herself and she wasn't quite sure anyone had ever held her like this.

What the hell bonnie, she wondered to herself this is Damon you're thinking of. She tried her hardest to ignore the warm feeling in her chest. She was sure that she was just confused and overwhelmed, it'll pass she decided.

Damon could feel Bonnie's warm breath slowing against his chest. She smelled like cinnamon and clove. Sugar and spice he thought to himself, how fitting.

He had assumed that she would push him away but instead she had practically melted into his arms. He knew that this was supposed to be comforting her but it a strange way it was comforting him as well. He brushed it off as a side effect of not being touched in nearly two months.

Slowly Bonnie backed away breaking the silence between them as she started to explain, "He was drunk, it only happened once, it was- "

"Nooooooope" Damon declared cutting her off. "None of that matters and you know it bon" he paused, then continued saying, "and for the record when you find a way to get us out of here I think I'm going to kill him" he finished with a smirk, looking a little to satisfied at the thought of killing Jeremy.

Bonnie looked at him questioningly. "Look Damon I can take care of myself" she started, "I don't need you to protect me and I definitely don't need you to tell me how wrong Jeremy was for what he did to me".

Damon laughed "Bon you're one of the strongest people I know, hell you even scare me sometimes, but just because you can take care of it on your own doesn't mean that you should have to."

Bonnie felt her face flush. She wished Damon would stop looking at her like that, like he could see right through her. It made her feel like she was standing in front of him stark naked.

"Careful Damon, I might start to think you actually care." Bonnie smiled lightly.

Damon could feel that same smile reflected on his own lips "We wouldn't want that now would we" He said with a laugh as he walked across the kitchen to his liquor cabinet.

"This calls for a shot… or four" he declared grabbing a bottle of bourbon and twisting the lid off.

Bonnie scoffed "you're just looking for a reason to start drinking before noon" she teased.

Damon paused mid-pour turning around to flash bonnie a toothy smile "Don't you think we deserve it?" He said in a sickly-sweet tone.

Bonnie laughed, "I don't know about you, but I sure as hell do".

Damon's grin widened as he handed her a glass that was almost full to the brim with bourbon, he's trying to kill me bonnie thought to herself as she accepted the glass.

"Now we're talking" Damon announced loudly, "bottoms up Bennett we're getting drunk today" he practically sang.

Bonnie took a sip of the bourbon cringing as it stung the back of her throat. Bonnie was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of appreciation for Damon. He hadn't said much but somehow, he had said all of the right things.

She finished off the rest of her glass in one swift gulp. It was official she decided, she was getting day drunk with Damon.

"Bring it on Salvatore" she challenged, a smile spreading across her face. This time it was genuine.

AN: Sorry for the extra short chapter but I think I'm done dragging beremy. Time for some drunk life chats (and drunk bonnie = blunt bonnie so be prepared)! Let the slow burn continue muahahaha…