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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews/favs/alerts from the last chapter. Sorry this took a bit longer than expected, this weeks been manic. But it's longer so I hope that makes up for it.

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

She walked bare foot along the beach, the grey, gritty sand between her toes. It was quiet, the only sound coming from the lightly falling rain as it bounced off of the otherwise motionless sea. The deep body of water was a stormy grey colour – almost black – an exact match of the cloudy sky over head, but the current climate did nothing to damper Bonnie's spirits.

She sat down on a large rock jutting out from the otherwise undisturbed sand, not caring that it was wet and stared out at the distance horizon. The air was humid and briny as she breathed it in.

"You'll catch a cold."

The deep, velvet tone was so familiar she didn't even flinch in surprise, or turn around to face him as he approached her. Instead she looked down at her white cotton dress which barely went passed her knees and her naked feet.

"I'll take my chances."

And then he was by her side and catching her chin in his gentle hands, forcing her to look at him. His smile was warm but he raised one long eyebrow as if daring her to challenge him. He took off his dark, leather jacket revealing the thin, white shirt underneath and draped it around her shoulders, wet from the rain.

"But I won't," his icy blue eyes looked down at her with such determination and warmth that she couldn't refuse him.

Bonnie smiled disarmingly, "Thank you Damon."

He sighed, tensed shoulders relaxing in an instant before leaning down, eyes on her parted lips, "Anything for you."

Their lips brushed and-

Bonnie woke with a jolt, sitting up in bed, eyes snapping open as she frantically searched her otherwise empty room. Empty. Bonnie lay back in bed, letting out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding; she could hear the rain falling steadily outside. Just like in her dream.

She put her head in her hands still disorientated from sitting up so fast. Memories of the previous night came rushing to the surface.

Bad day... stupid vampire... attack... other stupid vampire... saved my life... blood... really bad day... the thoughts replayed in her mind on a loop. The dream... that was harder to explain.

As much as the thought annoyed her, Bonnie knew very little about vampires. Her knowledge was limited to the few paragraphs concerning them in her Gram's Grimore – which were mainly about how to kill or incapacitate them – and that cheesy teen, romance novel Caroline had simply begged her to read.

But, she mused, there had to be an explanation. There was no way she'd be dreaming about Damon – especially like that – unless there was some weird, vampy reason for it.

Maybe Damon had planted the dream in her mind – Elena had told her that they could do that – or maybe...

(R)

Half an hour later, Bonnie was washed and changed and heading downstairs to make herself some breakfast. It was eight-thirty, far too early to be getting up on a Saturday, but her dad wasn't home – no change there – so there was no one to disturb.

She was planning on visiting Elena today – she was sure that her best friend knew more about vampires than she did and was hoping Elena could shed some light on the current situation, not that she was planning on telling her about the dreams – and she was musing over the best time to go when she entered the kitchen.

"Well good morning."

Bonnie clutched a hand to her heart, taking a deep breath. Her first instinct had been to grab the nearest knife off of the kitchen worktop and throw it at the source of the voice. But then she'd recognised them – a fact she was none too happy about – and had thought better of it.

"Sorry," he said amusement in his voice, and she turned to see his face stretching into a grin, "did I scare you?"

"Idiot," she yelled, seriously rethinking throwing the knife at him, "what are you doing here?"

Damon scowled playfully, "Well that's no way to treat your guest."

"You are not my guest. Now get out!"

Damon smirked again and that's when she remembered. She had invited him in, into her house, whenever he liked. "Oh crap," she said aloud.

"Don't worry. I won't sneak into your house in the dead of night," Damon said dramatically and something about the way he raised his eyebrows suggestively made her shiver.

"Ew," Bonnie muttered in an attempt to pass it off as disgust. Damon rolled his eyes before turning to the kitchen stove. It was only then that Bonnie recognised the aroma filling the air.

"What are you doing?" she asked, a hit of worry lacing her tone.

Damon turned to her, smiling brightly, frying pan in hand, "Well, what does it look like?" he said cheerily, tilting the pan so the contents were revealed to her.

"Eggs?" Bonnie asked in disbelief, "you're cooking me fried eggs?"

"Do you prefer scrambled?"

Bonnie actually laughed at that; the sound was breathless as the gravity of the situation settled in.

"You, resident vampire 'bad boy' of Mystic Falls," she teased, making quotation marks with her fingers in the air, "are making me breakfast?" she folded her arms across her chest, waiting for him to answer.

Damon pursed his lips, "Oh, I'm sorry, but who saved who's life last night?"

She instantly opened her mouth to retort but, realising that she really couldn't think of anything to say, let it fall closed again. Damon smirked at her from across the room, "That's what I thought you'd say."

Dammit! She hated when he won one over on her.

For the next five minutes Bonnie said nothing, merely stared into a corner of the room whilst Damon continued to prepare her breakfast – a thought which still seemed unbelievable to her. The only sound which could be heard was the rain as it continued to pound off of the windows outside, so she was startled when the silence was interrupted.

"Breakfast is severed little witch," Damon announced and the sound seemed so loud to her ears that she jumped in her chair. Damon chuckled, before setting a plate of eggs and toast in front of her.

Bonnie stared down at it warily, "And you're sure you haven't poisoned it?" her tone was serious, but they both knew she was joking.

"Why would I save your life and then try to kill you?" he took a seat opposite her.

"Are you going to keep bringing that up?"

"Yep."

Bonnie sighed, "I guess this means you don't own me anymore."

"I guess not," he replied smugly.

It was as they were eating that Bonnie realised something and she turned to Damon – ignoring the far too cheerful tune he was humming – when she said, "Hey, Damon."

"Hmmm," he stared at her, surprised by her tone (she wasn't usually so civilised when speaking to him).

She had planned to ask Elena this question, in the hope that she knew more about it than she did. But after all, who knew more about vampires than a vampire?

"When someone drinks a vampire's blood," Damon smirked. He had expected her questions to be about that, "do you know if they can experience any... side-effects?" choosing her words carefully.

Damon's smirk vanished; he wasn't expecting that.

"What kind of side-effects?"

Oh no, she had hoped he wouldn't ask that question.

"Well," Damon pressed.

Think fast!

"Let's say, hypothetically," she added hastily, watching as he rolled his blue eyes, "that you were to give your blood to someone. And let's say that, that person were to have... dreams..." Bonnie almost choked on the word.

Damon grinned, ear-to-ear, "Are you having dreams about me, Bennet?"

"I said hypothetically!" she snapped. His grin grew wider.

"Well, for interest's sake," he began, feigning solemnity, "what are these dreams about?"

"Dream, it was just once and is that really relevant?"

"Yes."

Bonnie sighed in defeat.

"We were – hypothetically! – on a beach..." she paused, unwilling to continue.

"And?" he leaned forward in his seat, far too eager for her to go on.

"And... that's it," she would skip the finer details.

"Oh," was all he said, leaning back again in his chair and Bonnie thought he seemed disappointed.

It was silent for a moment, Bonnie waiting impatiently for him to explain whilst he stared off into space thoughtfully.

"Well," she pressed. Damon snapped to attention, looking over at her as if he'd forgotten she was there.

"Oh, no, no, vampire blood doesn't have those kinds of side-effects."

Bonnie's jaw dropped, "What?" she rose from her seat, feeling suddenly furious, "and you just let me ramble on-"

"Yeah pretty much-"

"Oh get out," she could feel the heat rising on her cheeks.

Damon rolled his eyes and smirked but, surprisingly, he obliged. Grabbing his usual leather jacket from the back of a kitchen chair he made for the back door.

"As you wish little witch."

"Wait!" a thought suddenly occurred to her, "why are you here?" she asked, confused.

For once there was no sarcastic comment, no patronizing smirk or eye-roll. He looked at her, genuinely, and said, "I slept on the couch," he twisted the door knob, "wanted to make sure you were okay."

Damon pulled the collar of his jacket up and hung his head in an attempt to shield himself from the rain as he stepped outside.

And then he was gone, leaving Bonnie alone, speechless and more confused than ever.

A/N: Phew, I've had writers block all week and then I cranked this out in a few hours. YEY!

So I wanted to show the fluffy side of Damon in this chapter, how did I do? And if there's anything that I haven't cleared up do tell me, I'm very forgetful :S

And I also wanted to ask, what's the weather like where you live? SERIOUSLY! It's been snowing all week here (LIGHTBLUB! I should do a chapter about that, it's a bit like rain isn't it?) and I just wondered what it was like everywhere else, so do tell :D

Review if you like, I cause I love hearing what you think. The reviews from the last chapter were so long. I loved it! I should ask questions more often.

Anyway, I'm going to bed :D nighty night, hope you enjoyed it. I'll update ASAP!