This took me a while (its the longest chapt.) which is why I haven't updated, but I hope you enjoy this. It's set after The Sacrifice instead of By The Light because I thought the Bonnie/Luka storyline has gotten much more complex and I wasn't entirely sure of where TVD are going with it.

Thanks for your reviews again (: , I think this will be the penultimate chapter.

Something Broken:

Shifting sporadically from foot to foot, Bonnie waited impatiently outside the front door, persistent despite the silence seeping through the letterbox in front of her. She had been waiting for ten minutes now, and maybe as a consequence of her witch instinct, she knew not to leave, it wasn't finished yet.

There was a sharp turn of a lock from the other side, then the sound of metal against metal, and then he appeared, flushed, caught off guard, Luka.

"Bonnie", he said through a stiff grin, his head flashing back towards the empty corridor and then straight at Bonnie, uneasy.

"Are you busy?", She shrugged, glancing past his shoulder and into the unfamiliar walls of Luka's house, a clinical, humourless place. There was nothing personal about it, nothing that told its visitor a story of its inhabitants or displayed any snapshots from the past, a memory tucked inside a frame. He hadn't been there long, Bonnie justified.

Luka's grin widened, "Not at all".

"Okay", she whispered, powerless to the smile projecting itself across her face. She allowed herself to be led inside, mentally assuring herself that her mind was clear; she had nothing to be afraid of. However, at moments, she would catch her eyes wandering, diverting past Luka and towards inanimate objects that seemed out of place, or didn't quite fit in her head. Once her paranoia passed though, she would understand that they were innocent.

"I was thinking", Luka began once they were seated inside the living room, a dark, dimly lit room which no daylight could break through, "the last time you channelled through me, we almost died, right?"

Bonnie nodded, sighing with guilt.

"I was thinking", he repeated, "maybe we should, I don't know, try something", he seemed reluctant to commit to his suggestion, "then you know, maybe next time it'll work out".

That was a lot of maybe's, Bonnie thought. Her eye caught the backdoor which led towards another exit, it was unhinged, swinging open as if a soul had only just passed through it.

"I want to help you Bonnie", he reassured, his kind eyes passing waves across her, as he reached out his arm to rest it on her knee. His palm was hot above her skin, "it'll mean we'll always be close, even when we're apart", Luka said, his shyness preventing him from staring at Bonnie fully in the eyes. Not the way Jeremy had a week before. The image of Jeremy; his pain beneath the halo of a glow which surrounded him. The physical pain of Katherine's bite had been unbearable for him, and before it had even healed, an emotional pain had entered and reopened his wound until it was raw and rippling.

"I know how much you want to be strong again, Bonnie", Luka's warm breath tickled her face and she thought about the truth behind his words. Bonnie wanted to be strong again more than anything; the weakness and fragility that had slid comfortably into her everyday life was spreading rapidly. Sometimes she'd wake from a sleeping state, frightened and confused as to how it had overcome her. Other times, she'd momentarily forget dates or words mid-sentence; small, insignificant occurrences maybe, but it was all down to her magical weakness. Slowly, she was slipping away, and at some point the loss wouldn't just be the magic, no, it would be everything. Already, she had failed to save her friends from harm, soon, it would be herself.

Bonnie bit her lip, "What do we have to do?"

"It's just a simple spell", he began. Bonnie frowned. For the spell to cause such a defying bond, surely it had to be something lengthy and complex? And after all, they had already channelled, surely there was no stronger bond than that?

"Not many of us know about it", he said, "it originates from way back; I'm talking our great, great, great ancestors".

"Wow", Bonnie smiled out her uncertainty, "but we already…"

Luka nestled back into his seat, as if preparing to digest a complex novel, "Channelled, yeah, I suspected you'd say that", his face was reassuring, nothing bad could come of such a face, "there are limitations with channelling", he felt for his dog-tag around his neck as an example.

"Oh, right", she felt desperately naïve when it came to her knowledge against Luka's, as if he had lived centuries before her, and seen things she couldn't begin to envisage.

"I might need your bracelet", Luka said quietly.

Bonnie frowned, "What for?"

She tried to make eye contact with him, force him to meet her perplexity but instead his eyes surveyed the room; occupied by a presence in the atmosphere only visible to him.

"The bracelet still represents a part of you", Luka told her, finally finding her face with his gaze, "if our bond is going to be more powerful than it is now, the spell needs more foundations, more elements to it", his brows furrowed, "you trust me, don't you?"

Bonnie felt her wrist briefly, and paused. It didn't make sense, the numbers didn't add up. The length of time it had taken him to reach the door, the backdoor still swinging from a previous escape, his uneasiness and his need for a bracelet which had a direct link to her powers.

She couldn't just ignore her instinct, and discard the signs which were all pointing towards a similar outcome. And maybe it was just the others; their words of supposed wisdom had made her cautious and shifty, and maybe a part of her had visited Luka with the sole purpose of finding him guilty. But she didn't want to, not really, and now that her doubts were multiplying, she wanted rid of them. So she planned an exit; she hated the mistrust that was rapidly forming barriers between them.

"I have to go", Bonnie said slowly, "I've just realised, I needed to be at Elena's twenty minutes ago", she breathed a nervous smile.

"What about the spell?", Luka seemed hurt. Bonnie had a way of hurting people.

"I'm sorry Luka", she said, and she meant it, "I'll come back", and a part of her meant that too. She would come back when she had reasoned with her doubts.

"But I'm doing this for you, Bonnie", his voice moved an octave lower, and his tone became slightly too demanding, too desperate and tense. His eyes pierced her and unsettled her and forced her to re asses the affection that still clung to her.

"I'm sorry, but I need to go", she breathed, standing up quickly.

"Bonnie", he caught her wrist, his fingers tangling themselves urgently around her bracelet until they pushed and squeezed her skin between the material.

"Luka", her heart was driving adrenaline and fear around her, and her words were meek and small beneath the weight of Luka's desire, "you're hurting me".

He fumbled around for something in his pocket, still, one hand trapping her arm and crushing her silent protests. It was his phone.

"What are you doing?", Bonnie breathed, "let me go, please, Luka, what are you doing?"

Words, spells and escapes ran through her head but every possible route out of the situation led to someone getting hurt. She didn't want that; somehow, Bonnie knew this wasn't what Luka wanted. Any spell would take too much time, he would suss her out within seconds.

"I'll scream", Bonnie stuttered, "I'll scream if you don't let me go".

There was silence, and all she could hear was the loud, painful breaths leaving her lungs.

"It's time", Luka said solidly, hanging up a moment later and letting the phone drop.

"Time for what?", Bonnie cried, her mind running wild with possible outcomes. Death. Torture. She had run right into the trap they had been planning all along. Willingly she had arranged her own death and the foreseeable death of the people she loved. Jeremy had told her this would happen, they all had.

"Klaus", Luka said, his expression dead and distasteful, "we need the powers of a Bennett witch", his eyes brightened, "he has plans for us".

At his name, without thinking, without even taking a breath, Bonnie did something she would never condone in normal circumstances. She spat at Luka, full and whole-heartedly, she spat in his eye and let it blind and unhinge him as he stumbled backwards. His grip lost her and Bonnie felt her legs taking hold and carrying her out through the house, her head still back in the living room with Luka but her heart determined and pumping a certain tenacity that could swipe anything that obstructed her.

She screamed and cried until she reached her car and turned the engine.

She screamed and cried until she reached the Gilbert household.

As the next chapter will possibly be the last, there will be an unhealthy amount of Bonnie/Jeremy interaction of course ;) please review, am interested to hear what you think!