Damn this fic for not getting out of my head. Here's another update!


When Bonnie came to her forehead was pressed into the sharp corner of a staircase and it hurt like a bitch. She struggled to her feet, looking around momentarily as she sent out her magical sensors around the boarding house to make sure she was still alone and protected by the wards. When she was confident that she was she made her way up the rest of the stairs and stopped between her and Damon's doors, sighed and stepped into his room. Everything was clean and neat as she'd come to expect it to be but she moved through to his adjoined bathroom. She imagined that back on Earth he was doing the same thing now, staring into the wide panel of glass against his wall in his bathroom. She gasped as she saw the gash on her forehead, returning to the present moment. She leaned a little closer to the mirror and then yelped again when she saw the colour of her eyes. Or rather, the colours. One of her eyes was blue – like, Damon Salvatore blue. Images of Damon came to her then in bright flashes and snippets as she recalled him running to her and catching her and wondering if she were real or not. And then they watched as their eyes changed. The voices had picked up again then, and Bonnie'd heard Caroline's voice, as well as Enzo's, calling to Damon and it warmed her heart. The fact that Caroline was looking out for Damon was great. Bonnie frowned a little as she inspected the wound on her forehead and made sense of her thoughts. Before she even thought of going back to the den to get the medical supplies the wound began to close. All Bonnie could do was watch in open-mouthed shock as the gash healed itself before her very eyes.

"What the hell just happened?" She gasped.


When Damon came to he had three supernaturals looming over him looking like he was on his death bed. And maybe he was, because he'd just had the strangest dream about Bonnie. Before he could recount the memory of it Caroline gasped and pointed at his face.

"What the hell is that?!" She squeaked and even Lucy managed to look taken aback while Enzo peered a little closer to Damon's face before an 'oh' expression took his features.

"What?" Damon huffed groggily. How long had he been out?

"Your eye!" Caroline accused, and Damon would have snapped at her if it hadn't all fallen into place just then. He flashed to the nearest mirror and couldn't help but jump back at the sight of him. His one eye was a sharp malachite colour that offset jarringly with his other pale blue eye. It all flooded back into his consciousness then, the forest, the running, Bonnie, the wind and the voices …and the realisation that it was actually Bonnie he'd held in his arms and not the version his mind had been torturing him with for the last few weeks.

"Bonnie." He whispered softly as he touched the reflection of his now green eye. Caroline appeared behind him and spun him around.

"Why is your one eye the exact colour of Bonnie's?" She wondered, an edge in her voice. An edge made of confusion, apprehension and worst of all, hope.

"Because I just saw her." Damon said, with his first genuine smile since he'd returned to them, "I actually saw her Caroline."


Elena still couldn't wrap her head around it. Imran was a cognitive scientist and vampire, born of Arabic descent, who dedicated his life to finding cures and spells for wrongfully cursed supernaturals. His wife Amelia was a witch who'd managed to extend her life even though she was solely a practitioner of white magic. Her and Imran worked together to figure out mental spells that befell supernaturals and reversed them. Their home was a wide expanse of rare artwork, pale blue and alternately white walls with scatterings of scientific paraphernalia, a large library and a small medical centre on the third floor that was filled with books, tools and equipment to help cure …well, pretty much everything. Everything to do with the mind that is. When Elena asked Stefan how old Fahada and Imran were he couldn't answer her, he just shrugged and said old enough to be the best in the business of supernatural cognitive science. Which, by the way, Elena had yet to really grasp.

"Cognitive science," Imran said with a warm smile as he appeared beside Elena and one of his smaller statues in one wing of his house, "The interdisciplinary scientific study of the mind and its processes…" He bumped his shoulder gently with hers as he too faced the artwork she'd been looking at, "Supernatural cognitive sciences…far more complex and painstaking, but no less possible and plausible." Elena liked the sound of his voice as he spoke and she found herself seeing the words in her mind's eyes as she formed his sentences. She'd recently become very inclined to medicine, so anything that brushed on her field of interest caught her attention.

"Mind breaking it down for me?" She asked, peeking up at him and he shook his head with a smile.

"Not at all," Imran said, "In fact you'd be doing me a favour, my wife and sister have long tired of listening to my ramblings." He'd leaned in and whispered the last part conspiratorially. She laughed at that and waited for him to continue, "Shall we go for a walk?" she nodded and seconds later they stood outside the house and Imran walked off and Elena spotted pale mounds of sand in the near distance as she jogged to catch up with him and fall in line. "It revolves around behavioural and intelligence research regarding the ways information is represented, processed and transformed within the human nervous system. This of course filters down into things such as perception, language, memory, reasoning and emotion," they walked slowly and in tandem down the soft flat beach as he spoke, "Very human things, the same elements become infinitely more intricate and delicate in our supernatural world…"

"So with your scientific reasoning you can get to where and what the problem is and your wife has the power to rectify it?" Elena inquired and Imran nodded as he walked with his hands clasped behind his back.

"That is correct young vampire." He said and she dipped her head as she smiled. "Tell me, how do you know my friend Stefan?" he asked.

"We dated." Elena answered easily enough and Imran nodded. She looked at him then and saw the question in his eyes, "And yes, I am aware that I look like the woman who turned him in the first place." Imran raised his hands then.

"It's none of my business but I do sense unresolved tension between you two, perhaps tension is too strong a word." He mused looking up at the bright summer sky, "it's more of a conversation that needs to be had I think." He looked back down at Elena as he returned his hands to their folded position behind him and Elena tucked her hair behind her ears as she nodded. She looked out to the churning waters and blew out a deep breath.

"We do." she agreed, "There are many things I have to fix, but I have to get Stefan his brother back and make sure that when I get my best friend home that she'll be okay too." Imran nodded and grinned then.

"Aren't you lucky you met my Amelia then?" he asked, his disposition impossibly infectious and Elena smiled.

"Thank you for helping us." Elena added on hastily, "I don't know what else there is that we could do."

"Never worry about things, worrying accomplishes nothing, it's when you take matters into your own hands or succumb to the truths of your circumstance that things turn out as they should be." Elena looked at him then, really looked as she processed his words.

"You're so smart." She muttered and he snickered as they kept walking.


Bonnie didn't know why she suddenly looked like she'd gone blind in the one eye but she didn't have time to dwell on something as cosmetic and nonsensical as her eye colour. She needed to get home. 'Damon' was right, she'd been losing her mind being here alone and stuck with Kai. Taking one last look in the mirror Bonnie turned and ran down the stairs and grabbed her pre-packed bag. She looked at the clock and realised she had an hour until the eclipse happened. An hour to hone in all five elements and get the hell of hell. She hesitated at the door, only for an instant before high-tailing it to Damon's Camaro and driving like Vin Diesel.


"Honestly to me it doesn't sound like he's been hexed or even that it's a 'hallucination' in the tradition sense of the word," Amelia was saying as she and Stefan sat opposite each other in her sea-facing windows-for-walls office. Fahada was sitting in a corner scribbling furiously in a book, no one needing her assistance of yet.

"How so?" Stefan replied, his brows furrowing, there was nothing traditional about hallucinations as far as he was concerned but if it wasn't that then what on Earth were they dealing with?

"Well you said he had returned from an alternate universe, a different dimension," she continued after he nodded, "That means that there are a whole new set of rules at play; in that, there are no rules." She chewed her full bottom lip then as she looked down at the notes she'd taken throughout Stefan's debriefing of his brother's condition, "Inter-dimensional magic can accomplish anything. If the witch he left wanted him to, she could have guaranteed him a lifetime of misery for sending him back home." Stefan frowned.

"Bonnie would never do that." He insisted, and rightfully so. Of all the awful things he and Damon had done not once had Bonnie turned around and hurt them maliciously or without provocation. She was much too good and too quintessentially pure for that. Amelia nodded then.

"You mentioned she was once involved with Expression." Amelia pointed out and Stefan nodded, running his hands over his face tiredly, they'd been at this for hours.

"Yes but even then she never hurt any of us. It was incredible." Amelia concurred with a business-like nod of head.

"Incredible and damn-near impossible," The witch replied, "You don't understand the amount of control and power this Bonnie Bennett must have employed in her arsenal to even survive something like that. And then she kills herself saving Elena's brother, is brought back by your brother Damon as an Anchor and then she and he die as the Other Side collapses before they are set to return to the real dimension." Amelia tapped the tip of her pen on her notepad as she mulled it over. "This Bonnie Bennett shouldn't have saved Damon, it wasn't supposed to end that way, if she had any sense she would have either found a way for them both or just saved herself. It's what any witch would have done in the same situation – especially in the context of their relationship as described by you." Amelia and Stefan locked eyes then. "No offense, I'm sure you love your brother very much and you must be glad he's back." Amelia added on as she remembered what she'd said suggesting Bonnie saving herself instead.

"You're both wrong." Fahada spoke up for the first time, both supernaturals immediately facing her as she sat awkwardly in her seat. Her voice was light and soft, gentler than a caress as it called to their attention. She fidgeted a little, pushing back her choppy fringe from her picturesque face. Her eyes moved between the two of them. "Amelia," she said, her eyes widening as she emphasised the woman's name with an Arabic lilt in her voice, "There is more than magic at play here." She insisted with a point of her pencil.

"Explain yourself my love." Amelia said, sitting back in her chair and turning it to face the vampire girl. Fahada swallowed and nodded, looking to Stefan who was still staring at her. She closed her book and placed it in her lap, folding her hands over it. Fahada groaned inwardly, never liking to have any kind of attention on herself for a moment too long. Sighing, she steeled her frame before she spoke again.

"I've met many witches in my time," She began, "From all over the world and not once Stefan Salvatore," Stefan felt a little something unfurl in his chest at the pronunciation of his name by Fahada, "Not once has a witch put herself last the way this Bonnie does without love to force their hand." Stefan nodded.

"Bonnie does everything she does out of love." The youngest Salvatore agreed but Fahada rolled her eyes at him and he frowned.

"And that is my point!" She said, leaning forward in her chair, "Bonnie sent Damon back instead of getting them both back or just herself. Something obviously forced her hand and made her decide between herself and Damon….and she chose him." Fahada widened her eyes for emphasis, "She loves him Stefan." With that she huffed a little and went back to writing in her book. "Why else would she have damned herself so?"

And all Stefan could do was stare at the petite vampire with lightning bolts for eyes as she went on like the world hadn't just fallen off of its axis.


Imran, Fahada and Amelia warm my heart! LOL at Stefan not seeing the Bamon love from a mile away…silly goose.

Plus, I think I've put it off long enough. Let's get our Bonnie back

I mean…Damon's Bonnie – let's get Damon's Bonnie back.

Stay excellent.