Summary: Bonnie was okay with being alone. She was okay with not falling in love. She was okay with her form of happiness. Then Scott showed up. Scott was a romantic. He loved the idea of everything being better. He loved to dream, and love. Together they could be something else. Maybe even happy.

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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Bonnie was late to class. Having it only be her second day, she still had the excuse that she was sill adjusting to Beacon Hills High. However that was not the case the young witch. From experience Bonnie had learned to become incredibly aware of her surroundings; even in new places, she would try to remember with great focus. But for some reason she just could not get that to work in Beacon Hills. It was even worse today, Bonnie had gotten to school relatively early, and she just walked around, of course making sure to keep out of sight of teachers. She learned almost all of her classes yesterday, thanks to Scott, and today she was testing herself.

She only got two of them wrong. One of them being Chemistry for some reason. Matters were made worse when she felt dizzy. She was walking down the stairs when she felt her head get heavy and light at the same time. She made her way down the steps, and sat behind the staircase, making sure to be out of view, but also because she doubted she could make it to any bathroom. She sat there and tried to calm herself down, too little success.

It had been happening quite often as of late. The dizzy spells would come and go, never having a real pattern. Bonnie knew it had to do with her use of magic. But she did not understand why because she had lightened up on it. She was no longer involving herself in the use of dark magic, even though she only used it three or four times. However it was in the span of two days. Regardless the effects were possibly taking a new toll on Bonnie, and it resulted in her passing out.

Bonnie felt herself black out, the only thing connecting her to reality was her shallow breath.

"Bonnie?"

The girl opened her eyes. The first thing she was hit with was the smell of coffee and fresh donuts. She realized she was laying down, finding herslef looking at a ceiling.

She looked around and saw tall bookshelves housing various books, all of different ages.

She sat up, and came face to face with Grams. Bonnie felt fear run through her as she watched the elder woman sip her coffee. She put her coffee down and looked at the paper. Bonnie watched her hands, and saw visible black veins. Everything in Bonnie sunk at the sight of them. It was all her fault. She scotted closer, and reached out to Grams.

"You shouldn't be here."

That stopped Bonnie dead in her tracks. Sheila's face did not convey any sort of resentment, or anger in the slightest. Her words were just as calming. As if she was remind her she was late for class or something. As if they were normal. She pulled her hand back, her head falling as well. She felt as if she wanted to cry, but she did not think it would happen. She was not on an earthly plane. After a second to recover she looked back at Sheila, who had now taken focus on the paper, with her mug in her other hand.

"Grams?"

"Shouldn't you be off to school girl?"

When she woke up, she was still under the staircase, leaving her completely hidden from everyone. She sat up, and tried to regain her bearings. Her thoughts moved on to Sheila.

"Grams."

Bonnie was confused about where she had gone. Most times she would never dream or go anywhere when she blacked out. She was just unconscious. She also had never experienced that before. Unless under a spell, it was hard for a witch to connect to another plain. Bonnie's witch dreams had never felt so real in her life, so she knew it was not that. Whatever this was, it was trying to tell her something. But what?

Bonnie wanted to think about it, but she needed to know what time it was. She took out her phone and checked the time.

"Oh crap..."

She missed one class already. And Chemistry fifteen minutes into class. Standing up, Bonnie made sure to fix herself, dusting herself off, and fixing her hair as well. As soon as she felt okay,she ran to the class, finally finding it. As soon as she walked in, the first thing she noticed was a person sitting beside Scott.

"Aw, Ms. Bennett. How kind of you to join us."

Bonnie turned to the teacher. He looked completely not amused and unsympathetic. Bonnie just nodded and closed the door behind her.

"Well since you decide to show up late, you can also stay late. You will make up the time for this class by staying late after, don't worry, I have a planning period then so it shouldn't be too hard. Anyway, as you noticed McCall's partner in crime is back, Mr. Stilinski. I suggest you just pull a seat up and get to work. Tomorrow I will try to find a permanent home for you don't worry."

Once he was finished, Bonnie nodded, and made the awkward walk to pull up a seat beside Scott. Scott gave her a smile, and Stilinski just looked at her. Like yesterday she got her materials out and started taking notes.

Class was relatively boring, having no group interactions that day. Once class was over, everyone except Bonnie filed out of class. Scott said he would see her later.

"See ya?"

Bonnie just nodded. She couldn't even muster a smile that day. Only her second day and she was feeling like crap. Once the class was empty the teacher walked over to Bonnie and handed her a paper.

"These are the notes for today. You came in late so you did not get everything. If you were planning on getting them from Scott, or Stiles, don't. Those are two of my worst students. If you need any help come to me, and if not, go to Lydia or Danny. Lydia is the red head girl. Danny is the kid in the back, he sits with his friend Jackson."

Bonnie took the papers and gave a quick look over. She did not turn to look at the teacher however. He sighed, as if expecting she would say something.

"Look, I am giving you leeway. You're new, and you looked troubled. If you have any inconvenience the guidance Counselor is getting paid for that for a reason. Her office is near the front office. Ms. Morrell. Anyway, just copy these notes really quick and you can leave. If you have any questions come see me."

Bonnie listened, nodding when she felt it was appropriate. Despite his brunt behavior, she could sense he was not some bad man. Still, Bonnie was not going to be around him if she could resist it.

"Oh what is your next class?"

Bonnie was just about to start the notes when he asked.

"I have Study Hall..."

"Good, that means I don't have to write a note. The rule is you have to be at your study hall for the entire period. But I know most kids just write their names and leave...so when you get there do the same, and no one will have to know."

Bonnie just nodded.

"Alright, I think you also need a syllabus. We have like five test still, so be ready for that. Well that's it. Get to work and you can leave."

Bonnie nodded once again. She knew she was going to be doing that a lot today. She just felt too tired to do anything else.

"Do you know what I love most about not having Lacrosse anymore?"

Scott walked down the steps matching the near awkward movements of his best friend.

"What, Stiles?"

"Having five minutes in my day to do absolutely nothing. And now that there is no major threat running around Beacon Hills, that includes more time."

Stiles quickened his pace so he could stand in front of Scott.

"So I think we should do a study session. You know, you and I , our text books totally opened on the same page for hours as we watch tv and movies, and play video games. I don't know I am just thinking off the top of my head."

Scott smiled at Stiles sudden burst of happiness. It had been awhile since Stiles was the happy Stiles, and not the bothered snarky Stiles. Scott was grateful that his best friend was in a good mood, because he did not know how long he was going to have to be the positive one in their friendship. It was a known thing to them that they worked on a system. Scott was the more happy, supportive, positive one. Stiles was the snarky, sarcastic, negative one. In their dynamic it worked. They had history, and where most would have just up and left, Scott believed in loyalty. Stiles was his best friend, and no matter what, Stiles has always been supportive of Scott, even if he did not exactly voice it.

"Alright, Stiles. But I have to work today, so can we do this late?"

Stiles shrugged. Fine by me, I get some alone time. So when you do you want..."

Stiles stopped talking when someone walked out of the door. Scott knew just who it was.

Allison.

"Yeah, so I think as advanced species, we can walk and talk, so let's go..."

Stiles mad a move to walk away, but Scott did not. He just turned around to look at the girl staring at him. She looked beautiful that day. Not like she did not everyday, but for someone who did not get to love her the way he wanted anymore, it was as if fate was trying to remind him of what he no longer had. Her hair was flowing in a mass of brown waves, just a few months ago, it was a mass of light curls. This looked more mature on her. She had a regal bone structure and pale skin. When Scott saw her he almost always thought of Snow White. She was incredibly beautiful. She was wearing a white top and fitted black jeanks. She also gotten used to wearing leather jackets now. Scott swore she looked like Derek sometimes.

"Scott..."

"Allison..."

They both looked at each other, not saying much else. Allison finally looked over Scott to see her dad waiting. He looked grim at their interaction.

"I have to go..."

"Your dad...I know...You have a good day. Tell Mr. Argent I said hello."

Allison gave a tight lipped smile. She walked past him and to her car. Scott could hear her heartbeat racing and slowing down all at the same time. He turned to see Stiles just standing there focusing on Scott. Sighing he started walking towards his best friend. He was going to be late for work if he did not hurry.

"Hey Stiles I will see you around nine if that's okay?"

Stiles nodded. This was one of the few times Stiles did not have anything to say.

"Alright, I will see you later."

Bonnie was in the middle of homework when her phone rung. Without thinking, she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi!"

Caroline.

"Hey Caroline."

"Don't sound so enthusiastic."

Bonnie sighed.

"I'm sorry, today is just an eh kind of day."

"Ew...do you want to talk about it?"

Of course not.

"It's nothing to worry about, I am just getting in one of my moods."

"Okay..."

Bonnie recognized the tone in Caroline's voice. She was not convinced, and that meant she was going to ask her something.

"When you say moods...do you mean normal teenage girl moods, or...magical moods..."

Of course.

"Normal. Caroline, I have been cutting back on my use of magic as of late remember."

Bonnie closed her Chemistry text book, taking the chance to focus on something else.

"Yeah, but...I don't know. Magic has not been kind to you as of late."

"You mean almost four months ago?"

"I'm not going to discuss it because you hate it, but maybe you should really look into finding someone to help you."

"With what Caroline. I'm fine."

Bonnie's voice had a slight edge to it. She did not mean for it to come out so harsh, but Bonnie did not want to talk about it. After her mistake in trying so much dark magic in one day she had suffered a deadly consequence. She learned from it and was moving on.

"Okay..."

This time Caroline was finished. She may have not been convinced but she was finished.

"So how was school?"

Bonnie looked back at her open text book and notes. There still small, and she would have to get notes from somebody. Her teacher had suggested two people by the name Lydia and Danny. She did not really want to talk to many people but her grade was depending on this. She could have at least tried.

"It's only the second day. But everything is moving."

"That's good."

Bonnie laid on her bed and looked at the ceiling.

"Yeah, no wave making for me."

"Ah. You should totally make waves."

"No that is your thing. My thing is to stand there and watch it happen. Maybe judge a little, but that's it."

"Yeah, you're right. You're the type that watches and then makes things happen...unless under pressure."

"Hey I am good under pressure."

"Yeah...you are. You were the one that saved our group project in the tenth grade."

"Oh God yo uand Elena broke down."

"It was the night before and Jeremy had to step on it. Like...ugh! I swear I have never had such a panic attack in my life. And Elena was in a bad place then. If you hadn't did that all nighter..."

"Hey a diagram of our ecosystem is a piece of cake."

"Thank you..."

Bonnie turned to her side, trying to find some sort of comfort. She was not used to her new bed at all.

"Don't thank me."

"I have to."

"No you don't."

It got silent again. Bonnie started to feel sleep creep up on her. She let out a small yawn. Of course, Caroline heard it.

"I will call you either tomorrow or Friday."

"What no. We can continue talking..."

"You are going to fall asleep on me, and I don't find it cute unless it is with Tyler...good night Bonnie."

"Night Caroline."

"You go to sleep. And make friends! I want to hear all about you having tons of fun and all that. Better yet I want to call you one night, upset that you have not called in the longest, and were having too much fun to remember us!"

Bonnie let out a small laugh.

"I'll try."

"You better."

It was almost nine thirty when he got to Stiles' house. Scott debated whether he should walk through the front door, or just go and surprise Stiles. With a smile he knew what he wanted to do. First thing he did was go to the front door and knock. Sheriff Stilinski was at work, so Stiles was home alone, meaning Stiles would have to walk all the way downstairs to get to the door. He knocked a few times, and waited for the sound of Stiles' somewhat heavy footstep come into sound.

Scott then ran away, to the other side of the house. With great skill, he jumped onto the wall, and scaled it. Once he found Stiles' window, he opened it, knowing Stiles never seemed to lock his window. Considering what lurked around at night, the teen wolf would think his best friend would know better.

Once he was inside, he hid under Stiles already mess blanket. He would regret it later, knowing his best friend was a lonely pervert, but the joke would be perfect. His wait was only for thirty seconds. Stiles was back in his room and apparently annoyed.

"Really Scott?"

Scott just laid waiting.

"Fine, I'll bite, where are you?"

Of course Scott did not answer.

"Where is he?"

Scott smiled as Stiles started getting worried.

"Scott?"

Nothing.

"Derek?"

What about Derek? Was Derek harassing him again?

"Oh God if it is anyone else I will die...wait...who are you? What...what..."

Scott listened as it sounded like his best friend was getting attacked. He could not hear another heartbeat though. Just Stiles. It then like sounded like something was breaking. That's when Scott shot up.

"Dude!"

He looked to see no one in the room except for Stiles, sitting on the floor playing the video game. Stiles looked to his bed to see Scott laying there.

"Oh hey dude. About time you show up."

Scott was shocked, and somewhat upset.

"Dude!"

"Don't dude me. You tried to scare me. I took a picture of my bed and I I noticed the bedding was not the exact same. I am getting smarter about this."

"Is that why you left your window open?"

Stiles' eyes widened. Scott knew the next words out of his mouth would be either an insult, or an explanation. Either way, Scott knew he won this. As expected he got an insult. Sort of.

"You suck at explanations."

It was indeed an insult, but about what? Scott got up and sat beside Stiles.

"What are you talking about?"

"Bonnie."

"I told you what she looked like?"

"Barely. You didn't really tell me much. She's really pretty..."

"I told you about her eyes, and her jaw."

Stiles shook his head.

"Dude...that is about as helpful as me trying to help you win a girl."

"Okay look, I..."

"Was caught up in her charm. She seemed dead today. I mean this is my first time meeting her, but she was about as lively as Peter's corpse."

Scott looked at Stiles.

"You know, before he came back to life. Dude we were sure he was dead!"

"Whatever man. Bonnie is a fun person. I mean she has a sense of humor and a pretty smile. It's crooked and pretty."

"She is like the opposite of Allison..."

Scott took the controller from Stiles and started playing.

"What do you mean?"

"Allison is all perfect and regal features. Bonnie isn't. I mean don't get me wrong, Bonnie is very pretty and all that. But everything on Allison is symmetrical and all that. Bonnie has that jaw, and all that. Something about her is different."

"And all that?"

Scott smiled as Stiles punched him lightly in the arm.

"You feel it too?"

"Feel it? Dude I can tell. I mean you did say she was from South Carolina, right?"

"Virginia..."

Stiles waved it off.

"Whatever dude that is like a state away. Anyway, Bonnie is different. I mean when she just gives me vibes."

"Supernatural vibes?"

Stiles shook his head, then shrugged.

"I want to say no. But I never trust any new kid. Remember Matt?"

Scott's eyes darkened at the sound of Matt's name. After his actions around Allison, and the deaths of all those people, he felt little to no pity for the kid after he his death.

"Yeah...but Bonnie isn't like that."

"We didn't think Matt was either. We didn't know."

Scott just nodded. Stiles made sense.

"I'm not saying being her friend could be bad. I am saying that we should be careful. Bonnie could be the greatest person on the planet. But she could very well be the most evil and manipulative psycho this side of Kate Argent."

Scott wanted to laugh, but out of respect her just shook his head, a smile creeping on his face.

"Stiles we should really study."

"Hey we will...eventually. Someday."

"Stiles..."

"Fine this weekend, and you should invite Bonita!"

"Bonnie?"

"Yeah...she is your friend, and you know..."

"Well we are kind of sort of friends."

"Regardless, she looks cool. So this Friday, we are having a study session, and Bonnie is invited. Do you want to invite other people or is this going to be a three person party?"

Scott was focused on the game.

"Uh, sure we can invite other people..."

"Like who?"

"Uh...Danny and Jackson, and Isaac."

"Yeah how about a lil estrogen so this doesn't feel too creepy?"

Scott thought about it. He nodded when he realized it was all guys and Bonnie.

"Do we know any girls Stiles?"

"We know two..."

Scott knew just who Stiles was talking about.

"We can invite them... I mean Lydia would be much needed help since she is like number one in our class."

"Yeah...and what about..."

Scott shrugged.

"She can come if she want. Remember Stiles we are just inviting these people. Bonnie is the only person we are really focused on."

Stiles nodded at Scott's decision. He regretted asking him about this. Scott was playing the game so he did not really have time to get emotional about it, but if he were not distracted, he would get sad or angry about it. The first week was the worst of it. Scott would not talk to anyone really. When Stiles bumped into his mom one day, she asked if anything was wrong. Stiles just shrugged. He did not want to lie to her, but it was Scott's place to tell her not his. Melissa of course knew he was lying. Stiles just sad that Scott was dealing with teenaged things. Immediately Melissa understood. The next day Scott had a packed lunch filled with an assortment of treats. Scott's massive appetite could have finished it by himself, but instead he just gave most of it to Stiles.

Scott was possibly at his worst that first week, only worsen when Allison was in the vicinity. She looked to be taken it far better than he did. Of course Stiles knew she was just as distraught over it as Scott, but at least she took the initiative to not show it.

But that was Scott, he was nearly incapable of hiding his emotions. Sometimes it was a good things, and sometimes it was a bad thing.

"You know what? Bonnie can handle just the two of us. I mean sure studying might not happen. But hey at least she will have to solid bonified friends out of all of it."

Stiles watched as Scott looked away from the game, his whole demeanor softening.

"Yeah...this is about Bonnie. Not us."

Stiles smiled widened, but he felt disheartened. His best friend would never really recover. But maybe he could find something to help.

Maybe that was Bonnie.

A/N: New chapter. I feel like my writing is a bit rusty. Eh, anyway, this chapter is more about them dealing. For Bonnie her magic. For Scott his love life. Bonnie's magic is a nuisance. Well not her magic, but more so her usage of it. If you watched the season premiere of TVD you will know that Bonnie used dark magic which got her in trouble with the spirits...eh...and they punished Grams for it. That is haunting Bonnie in this story. For Scott he is trying to move on from Allison. The whole Grams vision will be popping up again sooner or later.

I am on this inspiration kick so hopefully I will get a large portion of this story out of the way before it subsides.

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