"This is going to be a really long drive if you two don't fix this awkwardness between you," Ric said from the driver's seat. After about two hours of Damon and Bonnie staring out of the windows he couldn't take anymore. "So what's going on?"

"Nothing," they said simultaneously.

"Right," Ric said switching lanes. "Neither of you have said one word since we left the boarding house."

"There is absolutely nothing to say," Damon said his eyes dead set on the road ahead.

"What about you Bonnie?" Ric asked glancing back at her in the rear view mirror.

"I've got nothing to say," she answered making eye contact with him in the mirror, shrugging off his question.

"Come on guys. I know there is something going on. I'm not an idiot. Not to mention that you can taste the awkwardness in this car," Ric said. "So somebody's gotta tell me what's going on or I'm pulling over until you two start talking." Neither of them say a word until they heard the repeated clicking of the blinker.

"Ok fine," Damon blurted out. "The Little Witch in the backseat has a lot of nerve."

"What are you talking about?" Bonnie asked indignantly. "You're the one being an ass all the time."

"Oh whatever Bonnie. I'm not the one sneaking off in the middle of the day for a nooner," Damon said with an attitude.

"That is none of your business!" Bonnie yelled, her eyes boring in to Damon's, who had turned around in his seat to face her.

"Of course it is. You're sleeping with the enemy."

"Your enemy Damon. Plus, you don't even really know Dean. You've never really talked to him," Bonnie said rolling her eyes at him.

"Oh god, are you about to say how he's so deep and special and one of a kind and oh so dreamy?" Damon said in a mocking tone.

"Go to hell Damon," Bonnie said staring back out the window.

"Not helping Damon," Ric whispered. Damon just shrugged him off and stared out the passenger side window. "I've gotta stop and get something to drink," Ric said pulling into a gas station. As soon as he put the car in park Bonnie bolted into the store. "Damon, what the hell?"

"Don't start," Damon said.

"Why did you have to be..."

"A dick?" Damon asked. "Because I am. Why change now?"

"You gotta stop letting jealous Damon take over. He's a lot meaner than regular Damon," Ric said before exiting the car. Damon sat in the SUV having and argument with his inner self. Finally, he got out and went in the store to find Bonnie.

"Go away," she said as he approached her.

"Wait," he said as she turned to walk away from him. "Just let me say this alright." Bonnie stopped and turned back to face him. Taking a deep breath Damon said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't say it if you don't mean it. I don't want your half ass apology," Bonnie said.

"I mean it. I'm sorry I've been an ass, but you know why I have," Damon said. Bonnie just looked at the ground. "I know you know."

"Damon, I don't know what you want from me," Bonnie said. "What am I supposed to say to that?"

"You don't have to say anything. Just...no matter what happens, from here on out, I'll be here for you. As a friend," Damon said. Bonnie looked at him. Her eyes searched his face looking for something that said that he was joking, but she couldn't find anything. His voice and his eyes were serious. "Do you believe me?"

"Yes. I actually do," Bonnie said giving him a small smile.

"Good. Can I get a hug or are those only reserved for Dean and Stefan?"

"Of course," Bonnie said stepping into Damon's outstretched arms. She hugged him tightly. She was excited to have Damon back as a friend. He was a great guy and an even better friend. He kissed the top of her head and released her. He gave her a crooked smile before leaving her to go find Ric.

As the morning turned into the afternoon, Dean had spent the time getting caught up on sleep.

"Dean," he heard Sam say in the distance. "Dean, get up."

"Alright, alright," Dean said groggily sitting up on the couch. "This better be good."

"It is. Stefan and I have been talking and we have a theory we want to try," Sam said smiling at his brother.

"A theory. What is it?"

"We're going to pump you full of vervain and then tonight try to see if you can only change when blood is near you. You know like when you want to feed," Sam said excitedly.

"What? Sam are you insane?" Dean exclaimed. "You know I can't control it."

"That's the point. I want to try and help you with that but it will only work with you as a vampire," Stefan said joining their conversation.

"Whatever. Shoot me up," Dean said with his arm held out. Stefan stuck the needle in his arm.

"I hope this works," Dean said.

"Damon, do not mention Sam or Dean," Ric said as they got out of the car in front of a two story house.

"You don't have to keep reminding me. I get it," Damon said annoyed.

"Just making sure," Ric said.

"Look, if you do it I'll hurt you," Bonnie said with a sweet smile, "and you know I can."

"I get it," Damon said rolling his eyes. The three approached the house. Damon knocked and after a few brief moments the door flew open. A beautiful black hair woman stood there. Her eyes searched Ric and Bonnie before her eyes fell upon,

"Damon Salvatore," she said in a smarmy tone.

"Georgia Mills," Damon responded walking into the house passed her.

"Come on in," Georgia said taking a deep breath and allowing Bonnie and Ric to enter. "Help yourself Damon," she said as they joined Damon who was drinking a glass of scotch and lounging comfortably on the couch.

"Thanks," Damon said taking a swig of his drink.

"What are you guys doing here?" Georgia asked folding her arms across her chest.

"We need your help," Damon said.

"I told you a long time ago that I would never help you again," Georgia said sternly. "Nothing's changed."

"Come on Georgia. That was so long ago," Damon said teasingly. "I said I was sorry."

"Get out!" she yelled. "Now!"

"No please," Bonnie said eying Damon. "It's not about Damon."

"It doesn't matter. I don't want anything to do with him," Georgia said.

"Please," Bonnie pleaded.

"What do you need?"

"Help with a translation," Ric answered pulling the smooth stone out of his jacket pocket. She looked at the etching and her eyes grew wide.

"Where did you get this?" she asked as she hurried over to the bookcase that covered the entire wall.

"A friend," Bonnie answered cutting her eyes at Damon. He just shrugged at her.

"Does this friend have a name?" Georgia asked pulling a book off the shelf.

"Not one that you need to know," Damon said with a crooked smile.

"Fine. Anyway, this is Enochian," Georgia said examining the stone.

"Yeah we know," Ric said. "We've figured out the first part."

"Well aren't you the clever ones," she said laughing. "So you know that this stone was a curse to the first person that touched it?" the three nodded yes. She glanced back down at the book in front of her as she spoke again. "According to the stone there is only one way to break the curse."

"What is it?" Bonnie asked.

"The whole inscription reads, He who touches the stone will be slave to the night. Blood will drive him mad. Blood will bring him sanity. He who touches the stone will be a vampire. Always and forevermore. If he who touches the stone wishes to leave his curse behind. He must feed on a vampire. The sun will bring the boiling blood that will wash the curse away. He who touches the stone must drink the blood and let the sun bathe him body and soul." Georgia read.

"So what happens to the vampire that this cursed person feeds on?" Damon asked trying to hide the concern in his voice.

"He dies," Georgia said closing the book.

"Of course," Damon said quietly taking another swig of his drink.

"Can you write that down for me?" Ric asked. Georgia nodded quickly scrolling out the translation.

"I'll be back," Damon said quickly leaving the room. Bonnie and Ric exchanged a look and she went after him. As she opened the front door she heard him yelling on the phone. "THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL THAT I'M RISKING MY LIFE FOR HIM, STEFAN! I'M REALLY TRYING TO NOT BE A DICK ABOUT ALL OF THIS ANYMORE BUT IF YOU THINK THAT FOR ONE SECOND I'M GOING TO LET YOU OR MYSELF FOR THAT MATTER DIE FOR SOME HUNTER; YOU'RE CRAZY!" Damon was pacing back and forth across the front porch. "NO STEFAN! IT'S NOT EVEN AN OPTION! I'LL CHANGE SOME RANDOM PERSON BEFORE I SCARFICE EITHER ONE OF US." Bonnie didn't say a word. She just listened intently. "I know I'm yelling. I'm sorry. I just don't like him. I'm not dying for him," Damon said finally standing in one place. "You know that I would Stefan. If she asked me, you know that I would." Bonnie assumed that he meant Elena when he said "her". "That's the thing. I know that Bonnie would never ask me or you to do it, but if she did then I would do it gladly." Bonnie put her hand over her mouth to catch her sharp breath before it escaped and blew her cover. "I love her. I would have no reason to be here anymore if she chose Dean over me. I better go," Damon said. In the silence of Damon waiting for Stefan's response, Bonnie slipped back in to the living room with Ric and Georgia.

"You alright?" Ric asked.

"What?" Bonnie asked. Her mind was still on everything she had just heard Damon say. "Yeah I'm fine. Damon was on the phone. He should be back in a few," she answered with a weak smile.

"Ok," Ric said patting her on the shoulder.

"Is that all I can do for you guys?" Georgia asked as Damon appeared again.

"That's all. Let's go," Damon said jerking his head toward the front door.

"Thank you so much," Bonnie said with a smile.

"You're welcome," Georgia said before closing the front door behind the trio.

"I'm driving," Damon said holding his hand out for the keys. Ric lifted one eyebrow and hesitantly gave him the keys. Ric and Bonnie followed Damon to the SUV and the ride home was as silent as the ride down.