Okay so this is the final chapter, I really hope you like it, took me a while (: it's so overloaded with Beremy it's ridiculous! Review if you like, thanks for all your previous reviews, every one has made me smile.
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Jeremy found Bonnie in his room, legs folded into her, supported by her arms.
He paused in the doorway, halted by the sad girl sitting in the hidden crevice of his bedroom, although despite the despair distorting her features, she was still so incredibly beautiful to him.
Silence was everywhere, it fell between and around them, and it made them wonder where the words had gone. But for now, the silence was all that felt right,
She was upset, Jeremy hated it. She had been betrayed in a way that had scared her and distorted her sense of trust and all that what was good in the world. Jeremy wanted to wipe Luka from the face of the earth; swipe him from her memory and from ever making Bonnie look the way she did right then.
He shut the door behind him, striding towards her and kneeling in front of her, forcing her to meet his eyes and nothing else. He hoped she could trust him, if anyone.
"I didn't know where else to go", Bonnie's eyes bulged heavily with tears, she refused to let them go, even though crying was all she could think to do.
Jeremy brought his hand to her cheek, just as he had done once before, after she had fallen by his bedroom. He stroked her cheek with his fingers gently, his eyes showering love down toward her. This time, there was no bruise to soothe, no, the pain was deeper, more damaging, and Jeremy knew it would take more to heal it.
"Everything was a lie Jeremy, and I wouldn't listen to the truth", she sniffed, hugging her arms and resting her head on Jeremy's outstretched hand.
"He can't hurt you anymore", Jeremy soothed, and painting strokes about the side of Bonnie's face as wet eyes watched his face for an explanation.
"What does that mean?", She sniffed, allowing Jeremy to wipe her nose-which was running miles- with his sleeve; a gesture she didn't think to register until hours later when his affection was all she could dream about.
"Damon and Stefan- they're sorting it", he spoke cautiously, tentatively, waiting for each word to set sail before he let another go.
Bonnie frowned, "But I only just got here- how can they have-?"
Jeremy sighed, his eyes dropping to his hands, "They were waiting by Luka's house, we knew where you were headed so we…they kept an eye"
A large part of Bonnie wanted to shout at him, reprimand and slain them all for spying and disrespecting her privacy and ability to look after herself. She could have shrugged his hand from the nape of her neck, and no matter how much his presence left her weaker than any spell had done before, she could have walked out right then if the frustration inside her was anything to go by. But she didn't. She had walked away from Jeremy too many times before.
He could see the restraint in Bonnie's eyes, the desire to unleash her irritation at his ongoing need to save her was steadily being controlled, but he could see it, and he raised his mouth sympathetically in a bid to keep it at bay.
"I'm so sorry", Bonnie found her words amongst the image of Luka's hands around her wrists, they pushed and squeezed her skin between the material, "I was selfish, I put everyone in danger because I thought I'd finally found someone", she broke into hearty sobs which tore through her chest, "who understood me".
Jeremy swallowed, Bonnie's distress paining him more than he could control. He wanted to pull her tight until they were one being, one bundle of safety and trust.
He curled a strand of hair around her ear to bring her hidden face into view, "You weren't to know, you were tricked Bonnie", his voice was harsh and demanding because he needed her to know, "this isn't your fault".
"Why-", Bonnie caught her breath, "why are you being so nice to me?", she shifted away from his wandering hands which were intent on comforting every inch of her face, every stretch of skin that Luka may have touched, "I've been such a bitch, Jeremy," she shook her head at the memory, that's a chance I was willing to take, he had said.
"You put your heart out there for me", these words she had forced away were back again, like reoccurring nightmares, "and I…I was such a bitch", I didn't want you to get hurt, Bonnie dropped her head into her hands so that just for a moment, she didn't have to feel anything at all.
He loved her, but he understood now, he would have to let her go.
Three days later was a Wednesday, and Bonnie had been staying with the Gilbert's since the night Luka had traded her in, since he had wound his way so close to her heart and left puncture holes in his absence. Forgetting Luka had been easier than she expected. Jeremy was intent on dousing her with sweet smiles and laughs, spending hours of the day telling her stories and giving her his undivided attention. In those three days he had become cemented in her veins, and she had realized that her reluctance to go back home was less to do with her fear of the unknown than it was to do with the electric pull she felt towards him.
The only problem was that suddenly it was eight years ago; she was nine, and he was eight, he would amuse her whilst she laughed in the knowledge that he was young, naïve and uninformed.
He didn't look at her the way he had done only days before; as if he was restraining the urge to tear away at her clothes and finger every patch of her body, instead he looked at her politely from a distance, kindly, too kindly. And sometimes she would hold his gaze, finding her eyes lingering over his mouth with a certain curiosity, but it wasn't long before he smiled and turned from her.
Wednesday and they were sitting in the living room watching one of the Shrek films; which one, they didn't know, but most of the movie was being overshadowed by their childish taunts and swipes at one another.
"This is terrible", Bonnie muttered.
"You picked it", Jeremy said, drawing his eye away from the TV to glance at her. His eyes examined the length of her face in one motion and he blinked quickly. He had told himself that he would give her space, and eventually, let her go but he still found his eyes all over her at unexpected moments.
"It was the only PG movie I could find", she teased, shrugging.
He couldn't help but grin and nudge her in the stomach, "Shut up", he said, "technically there's only 10 months between us anyway".
Bonnie snorted, "Right so your 16 and three quarters then, do they have that down on your license too?"
"That's enough", he was laughing, a sweet, heart-felt laugh that made her insides shift a little when he sat up, grabbed her shoulders and wrestled her to the floor, "I can still take you Bonnie", he dusted his hands off and sat back down on the sofa proudly.
She could feel the imprints of where his hands had laid themselves on her shoulders still, and even though she was laughing outrageously, she could easily have cried, or screamed, or both. Bonnie remembered how he had wiped her nose with his sleeve three nights before. To a witness, it would have been hideous, but her heart burst because of it, the lengths he would travel to make her better, the things he would do simply because he cared. She couldn't imagine that Jeremy coming back to her.
Bonnie remembered the way he had touched her that night, so carefully and delicately, gradually erasing Luka's face from her memory.
Maybe it was her recognition of all the little things he had done that night, or maybe it was the soft chuckle he made watching Shrek whilst she gazed at him from the floor.
"Can I ask you something?" Bonnie said, frowning.
He nodded, eyes still focused on Donkey transforming into an elegant, white horse.
"Jeremy", she said quickly in a bid to catch his attention, then leaning forward onto the sofa in front of her, she pinched his leg.
He sat up scowling, "What?", he moved his leg away from her reach.
Bonnie swallowed and plucked out some words individually, moving herself back onto the sofa, "What's changed- between us, I mean?"
He pursed his lips and glanced away from her momentarily, "What do you mean?"
"Until a couple of days ago, it was different, you were different", she paused, willing the words back into her mouth, a place they couldn't do any harm, "and now it's like, we're just", she bit her lip, "…friends".
Jeremy had had a feeling this was going to happen. The 'give space and let go' theory would only work if Bonnie herself, gave consent, "Isn't that what you wanted?", he asked, and he knew it wasn't.
"I didn't know what I wanted", she told him quietly.
He turned inwards to face her completely, his voice was gentle, "Luka hurt you…badly and I didn't want to make it any worse, I thought staying away was for the best".
She shook her head slowly, "You don't have to stay away".
They were close enough for her to study each one of his eyes perfectly, the hazel brown glow of them between his lashes, they're doe-like shapes. The silence was unbearable, the hairs on Bonnie's arms stood up, razor sharp and she waited through the stillness of the room for him to understand. To understand that he was all she wanted.
"What are you saying?", his voice was almost a hush now, and his fingers tingled in a desire to touch her skin.
"I'm running out of reasons to push you away, Jer", she smiled weakly, "and I don't think I can do it anymore"
"Then don't", Jeremy breathed.
Within a second Bonnie had got up from the sofa, pushing herself towards him, one leg sliding over him until she was sat on his lap, his hands holding her waist and her fingers stretched evenly through his hair.
Then she was kissing him, and his arms were around her, pulling her down onto his chest and unsteadying her balance until she was laughing through kisses and he was lifting her down, onto the sofa, her head gently hitting the arm.
His hand slid over her jaw, while the other supported him, stopping him from crashing down on top of her and he pulled at her lips with the lust that he had been storing ever since the Masquerade Ball.
Bonnie felt his fingers rushing over her skin, up her shirt and through her hair and the adrenaline pulsing through them, and then he had pulled away from her, his head bobbing above hers.
"Bonnie", he caught his breath and watched her with sincere eyes, stroking the side of her face, "no one's going to hurt you like he did, I won't let it happen", he whispered.
She pushed his hair back away from his eyes, stretching up to spread kisses on his cheek and his forehead, then rest back down in the arms of the sofa, "I love you, Jer", and she was honest with herself for the first time in a while, "I always have"
And then they were both smiling uncontrollably, because something now passed through every inch of their entwined bodies, and they were never going to let it go.
THE END
I'm probably going to do a Jeremy/Bonnie one shot when TVD comes back and we have more juice. But thanks again for reading :D
