It's a little on the short side. :/ And it takes place in the 2nd episode of season 2 'Brave New World.' Enjoy!

BON Iver was coming from the speakers, filling the room with the soothing male singing voice singing of sad thoughts, while Maggie sat cross legged in the middle of her bed. After she had laid with Damon until he fell asleep, which wasn't too long with all of the alcohol he had consumed, she retreated to her room and took a long warm shower.

Her wavy hair was still wet as she let air dry as she changed into her pajamas for the night. It was a simply dark blue tank top with matching blue plaid pants that were so long they nearly made her trip when she walked in them but, they were comfortable so she kept them.

She didn't know why but Maggie had found herself thinking of her parents more and more lately, especially her mom. And as she sat on her bed with the music surrounding her, her light green eyes stared at an old picture of her mom from her high school days. In the picture her mom leaned back against her dad's chest, with her head titling up to look up at him as he stared back down at her with his arms wrapped around her, holding her to him.

Maggie smiled and ran her fingers over both of their faces. Her mom Colleen and her dad, Aaron, had been together since they were 14. They were the spitting image of that small town high school couple who always ended up together. People were half expecting them to be married before they graduated high school but they didn't. It was even more shocking when he finally did propose that her mother denied him. Maggie asked her mom once why her and dad never got married and her mom told her that she didn't deserve a great guy like him. That he didn't deserve the Fitzpatrick family curse, whatever that meant. That was a topic that wasn't up for discussing Maggie had learned. Whenever she would ask what the supposed curse of their family was her mom would either ignore her or tell her she would talk to her later about it sometime. Too bad her mom died before she got the chance to.

But ever since the dreams had started she had found herself thinking of her parents and family in general. Maggie couldn't help but to wonder if anyone in her family didn't have powers or was mute. Or maybe she was the only Black Sheep of the Fitzpatrick clan. Or, as Damon told her time and again, that maybe her ability was her extremely annoying empathy for people. Maggie smiled at the thought, Damon was always trying to make her feel better at being a freak.

A light knock came to her door making her know who it was before they even came in, Stefan. When the door opened, Maggie smiled, she had been right. If it had been Damon he would have just barged in not even bothering to knock. Stefan always knocked.

"I heard the music." Stefan looked at her. "Mellow choice tonight."

Maggie nodded. "I'm in need of mellow." She mouthed to him.

Stefan nodded and closed the door behind him as he walked further into the room. "Where's Damon?"

"I got him to bed." Maggie answered him. "After he drank most of the bottle of alcohol."

Stefan sighed as he ran a hand over his tired face, sitting at the end of her bed. "Katherine really got to him."

Leaning over, Maggie placed a comforting hand on his arm, giving him a small smile. Stefan nodded and placed his own hand over hers and returned the smile. "Damon is really lucky to have you, Maggie. Even if he takes advantage of it sometimes."

"I know." Maggie mouthed to him. Even though he showed more emotions when he was with her, than he did with the others, Damon still didn't show her all of his emotions.

She then saw the look on Stefan's face and she squeezed his arm, telling him to tell her what was going on in that complex mind of his. Sometimes she wondered which Salvatore brother was the more complex one. Maggie figured it depended on the day. She smiled to herself at the small lame joke she just made in her head as she watched Stefan, waiting.

"You and Damon are close. I mean the bond you two share is something to be amazed at." Stefan looked at her. "But that just means you'll fall harder when Damon hurts you. I'm just worried, Maggie, about you. I just don't want to see you get hurt by him, intentionally or unintentionally."

Maggie shakes her head and gives him another smile. "Don't worry about me, Stefan. I'll be alright."

Stefan scoffs but nods anyway. He then turns and reaches over, grabbing the photo that she had been looking at, and holds it as his own eyes look it over. "You look like her." He glances at Maggie. "Your mom."

Maggie smiles and nods. She then points to her eyes, telling him that she got her eyes from her mother. He smiles again before he looks back to the picture.

"Well, you better get some sleep." Stefan said. "Since you along with Elena and Bonnie are taking over Caroline's job of setting up the carnival."

"Night." Maggie mouths.

"Night, Maggie." Stefan gives her another smile and leaves her to sleep peacefully in her bedroom.

How Caroline could manage planning the annual Mystic Falls Carnival was beyond her. Maggie figured that Caroline had secret powers or something because although Elena told her to work on the signs for the different booths, it was still time consuming. There was a lot of signs to create and she had redo a sign after misspelling a word. You would think from her having to write all the time that she would just have a spell check built into her. But she didn't. Unfortunately.

Maggie grabbed another large square poster board, setting it down on the already covered picnic table with her other posters, and began to write down information about the tickets for the games. She decided that she was going to use the bright green colored marker, thinking it would catch people's attention and simply because she liked the color.

As she was working on the poster she heard the faint voice, from the wake at the Lockwood's, calling to her.

"Maggie." It whispered as if trying to catch her attention.

She stopped writing and snapped her head up, looking around. What the hell?

"Tread lightly, Maggie." The voice told her.

This time she could tell that the voice belonged to a man but he still seemed to be off in the distance somewhere. What did it mean by telling her to tread lightly? Tread lightly for what? She was waiting for it to speak again but it never did.

"Maggie, you okay?" Bonnie stood beside her. "You look... lost."

She shook her head and gave her best friend a smile. "Just tired of making signs. Caroline deserves a trophy."

Bonnie nodded. "Yeah she does." She then looked around before she settled her dark brown eyes back on her. "I'm surprised Damon allowed you out of his site."

Maggie rolled her eyes. "He's talking to Carol Lockwood."

"Wow, he's lengthened the boundaries." Bonnie smugly stated. "He's getting better with his separation anxiety."

"Bonnie." She mouthed, putting the marker down. "Don't start on Damon. Please." She shook her head. "He's going through a rough patch at the moment."

"And that gives him the right to take it out on Jeremy?" Bonnie asked.

Maggie stopped working again and looked at Bonnie confused. Jeremy? What did he have to do with Damon's rough patch. He never even hung around with Damon at least to her knowledge.

"Oh my God." Bonnie looked at her. "You don't know, do you?"

"What?" Maggie mouthed.

"What Damon did? Last night?" Bonnie asked.

Maggie turned her entire body so that she was facing the other witch, giving her her full attention.

"Maggie, Damon killed Jeremy last night." Bonnie said. "At Elena's."

She felt as if someone had slapped her across her face as she dropped the marker from her hand and her light green eyes went wide. "What?" She mouthed.

"Jeremy's okay. He was wearing the ring, that brings you back, and he's alright." Bonnie said. "A little freaked but alive. I can't believe Damon didn't tell you."

Maggie shook her head as she turned back to the table, tears filling her eyes from the shock of the newly learned news. Damon had killed Jeremy and then Jeremy had back from the dead. She braced herself against the table, taking in slow deep breaths. Suddenly it made sense, when Damon had said he had lost Elena, last night.

"Maggie." Bonnie rubbed her back gently. "Hey, breathe Maggie."

But Maggie couldn't. Moving away from the other witch, Maggie walked off, trying to make sense of everything. She ignored Bonnie calling after her as she moved through the crowds of the other people helping to get the carnival ready. She didn't know where she was going exactly. Damon didn't tell her. Granted he was upset but he could of told her this morning.

It was when she spotted Jeremy that she finally stopped walking and felt better. It made her calmer seeing Jeremy alive and walking around. She made her way over to him. She just wanted to make sure that he was okay.

But she hadn't even gotten to him when Jeremy spotted her and groaned in frustration. "You've got to be kiddin'."

Maggie stopped and looked at him troubled.

"Look, I'm in no mood to deal with the mute shadow of Damon, alright?" Jeremy asked and brushed past her.

She watched him walk off feeling even worse than she did before. But it wasn't because of the comment he made, not that it didn't hurt, but it was because of what Damon did. Maggie wondered if Elena would give her the same treatment.

As she turned to walk away, something catches her eye in the school window, and she looks more closely at it. A face appeared in the mirror and her eyes widened when she realized it was the same face of the man from her dreams, Elijah. Maggie jumped back and spun around expecting him to be standing behind her but found no one. She looked back to the window and his reflection was gone.

Maggie arrived back to the Salvatore boarding house and could hear the voices of Stefan and Damon coming from down the hallway in one of the many sittings rooms. She narrowed her eyes and walked quickly down the hallway, not happy with Mr. Damon Salvatore.

"'Cause I have more important things to do like explode." Damon said. "Cheers."

Damon walked out the room just as she almost made it to the end of the hallway. She stopped walking as he looked at her and smirked.

"How goes the carnival preparations?" Damon asked.

Maggie looked at him. Her light green eyes stared into his steel blue ones, not even knowing what to say or do to him. He had killed Jeremy Gilbert and he didn't tell her.

"Mags?" Damon looked at her worried. "Hey, what's going on?"

Stefan stood behind Damon and watched her carefully, also worried, knowing that something had happened.

"You killed Jeremy?" Maggie mouthed to him, staring at him directly.

Damon groaned and looked back to his brother. "Really? You just had to tell her. I would have handled it."

"I didn't tell her." Stefan shook his head.

Maggie stomped her foot making their attention turn back to her. "Bonnie."

"I really dislike that nosy witch." Damon snapped.

Maggie shook her head. Unbelievable. He seemed so casual about having just killed Elena's younger brother. She couldn't believe this. Tears sprung up in her eyes as she stared at Damon.

"Hey, Mags come on," Damon walked toward her. "I was going to tell you, alright?"

"No!" Maggie mouthed and ripped her arm away from him. She shook her head. "You killed him!"

God she wished she could scream right now. She wished that she could yell in his face but she couldn't. All she could do was mouth words angrily at him and turn away from him. Did he understand how mad she was at him? If Jeremy hadn't been wearing that ring he would be dead right now.

Maggie's phone vibrates alerting her that she received a text. She knew that it was Bonnie telling her that she was outside. And she couldn't be any more happy because she seriously felt like she was suffocating in the house.

As she turned away from Damon, she was quickly grabbed by him.

"Mags."

Maggie ripped her arm from him and turned to look at him. "I don't want to be your shadow at the moment." She mouthed. "I'm going with Bonnie to the carnival."

As Damon goes after her again, Stefan grabs him, telling him to give her some space at the moment.

Maggie sat quietly in the passenger's seat of Bonnie's car. She could feel the glances that Bonnie sends her way every now and then but she ignores them.

Bonnie sighs. She hated seeing Maggie like this and she felt awful for just telling her the way she did. "It make some time but you will forgive him."

"How do you know?" Maggie asks her.

"Because, as much as I hate to say it," Bonnie glances at her, "Damon is too important to you to just let him go."

Maggie turned and looked back out the window. She knew Bonnie was right.

Yeah, so not the best chapter. Next one will be better. (:
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