I DISCLAIM!
A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG! But it's really long, so I hope that makes up for it. Also, in this chapter lets just assume that Damon's not as strong as he is, Bonnie's not as powerful as she is and that Elena is devious :D
Thanks to my sister and the film 27 Dresses for helping me with the idea :D
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Saving Me
"Pick up, Elena. Pick up!"
"Hey, Bonnie."
"Thank God," a sigh of relief, "I hydroplaned."
"Y- you what?"
"I hydroplaned!" Bonnie yelled. She could barely hear Elena over the sound of the heavy rain.
"Well, how? Where are you?" Elena said, panic evident in her words.
Bonnie shifted agitatedly, drawing her thin, damp coat around her tighter before she spoke.
"I was driving along this country road, on the way back from my Aunt's house," she explained quickly, "It's raining and I swerved off into a forest and there was a hill- and now I can't find my way out again!"
Bonnie inhaled deeply with the effort of having gone so long without breath, waiting for Elena to reply.
"Okay," her friend drew the word out thoughtfully before continuing her questioning, "Do you know where you are?"
"Yes!"
Luckily, Bonnie wasn't completely helpless in this situation and her abilities had meant that she could perform a simple spell which told her where she was.
"It's called the Forest of Gould, about sixty miles out of Mystic Falls. Could you come pick me up?"
"I'm sorry Bonnie, I can't," what little hope Bonnie still had faded, "me and Jenna are out of town remember?"
"Oh, right."
Her words seemed to echo through the silence that followed. Bonnie blinked the rain droplets from her eyes. There was a long pause, the only sounds which could be heard the battering rain and their deep breathing, before-
"Elena!"
"Okay. Okay, I have an idea. Just give me five minutes."
"But, what are you-"
The line went dead.
"Argh!" Bonnie huffed in frustration.
Twenty minutes later and still nothing had happened. Maybe Elena had forgotten about her.
It had been a week since dinner at the Salvatore's when Elena had asked the burning question – what's going on? – and Bonnie, not being able to tell her the truth just yet – Elena was a worrier – had fobbed her friend off with some lie about Damon having walked in on her whilst she was changing; that's why they were acting weird.
"Why are you blushing?" Elena had asked.
"I'm not!"
Bonnie took her phone again – pacing back and forth on the wet, muddy, forest ground beneath her – and began dialling Caroline's number.
No answer.
She huffed again. Her soaked coat clung to her skin painfully and she was sure that the temperature of the forest was dropping by the second.
She dialled again.
Matt. No answer.
Jeremy. No answer.
Her Dad. Definitely no answer.
Giving up on that idea, Bonnie squatted down slightly to inspect the damage to her car. The back wheels were completely submerged in the mud. She had half a mind to call Highway Rescue.
"Oh, yeah, we're not getting that out."
"Argh!"
Bonnie stumbled back a step on the wet ground, eyes connecting with the shocked, icy blue ones which stared back at her.
"What did I do?"
"Damon!" she shouted, outraged, "Do not sneak up on people!"
He stared back at her innocently, "Sorry."
Bonnie chose to accept his apology – not that she'd tell him that – yet she continued to glare at him.
"What are you doing here?"
Damon's mouth opened a crack, as if surprised that she didn't already know the answer.
"Elena called me," his tone made it sound like the answer was so obvious Bonnie was surprised when he didn't yell "Durgh!" afterwards.
"Okay. Why are you here?"
For a time he just stared at her – she could practically see the cogs turning in his mind – and Bonnie noticed how the heavy rain made his dark hair cling to his forehead. Rain ran down his pale face and he squinted his eyes to see her better, before answering with a careless shrug of his shoulders.
"I'm rescuing you," he answered casually, "I can't resist a damsel in distress."
Bonnie scowled, "Yes you can, you do it all the time-"
"Let's go!" he ignored her question, before charging off into the distance.
"Wait!" Bonnie yelled, stumbling up the sloped hill in an effort to catch up with him, "where are you going?"
Damon didn't stop.
"Um, we are going to my car and then I'm driving you home."
Bonnie stopped dead, folding her arms stubbornly when Damon rolled his eyes at her. She was already in a bad mood; trust Damon to make things worse.
"What about my car?" she pointed out.
Damon spared her abandoned car, wheels still caked in the mud, one last, fleeting glance before setting off again.
"Well it won't be much good to you now will it?" he called over his shoulder.
He had walked a few paces more when Damon realised that Bonnie wasn't following him.
He turned around, eyes resting on her folded arms and furrowed brow, and rolled his eyes again.
"I'm not going anywhere with y-"
"Really?" he cut in, in disbelief, "We're doing this again?"
Bonnie stared at him questioningly.
"This pretending-we-hate-each-other thing," he finished bitingly.
A flicker of shock registered on Bonnie's face before she answered, "I don't pretend, it's completely genuine."
Damon's smile was almost pitying, "Okay then," he turned, setting off up the hill once more.
"I already told you, I'm not-"
"Stay here then," he was already disappearing into the darkness, the rain making it harder for Bonnie to see, "Night Bonnie!"
She had completely lost sight of him when she decided to follow. Bonnie hung her head to shield her eyes from the rain, before begrudgingly walking after him into the night.
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They eventually found Damon's car after ten minutes of walking in the rain and Damon practically had to lift her into the damn thing it was so high up. Why he needed such a big car she didn't know.
She sighed in relief when the warmth hit her wet, exposed skin.
For most of the ride home they didn't say anything. Damon didn't try to strike up a conversation and Bonnie didn't encourage him to.
They had been driving for about twenty minutes along a quiet country road when Bonnie closed her eyes. They wouldn't be home for another hour at this speed, so Bonnie decided that she might as well get some sleep.
"Oh, crap!"
Bonnie jolted out of her seat at Damon's outburst, turning to face him in shock. His face was twisted into a frown, eyes set on the road ahead.
"What? What?" the words tumbled out of her mouth, "Why are we slowing down?"
"Argh!" Damon punched the steering wheel angrily, teeth bared in frustration.
Like that'll help you.
For a moment Damon was silent, before her turned to face her, expression sheepish.
"The car," he spoke the words quietly, as if she would break were they too loud, "it's... out of gas."
"What?" Bonnie burst, suddenly wide awake, "you are kidding me!"
"Today is not your lucky day is it?" Bonnie turned to glare at him.
Feeling suddenly light headed, Bonnie opened the car door and climbed out, the still falling rain wet her near-dry hair. The street was deserted; a dark, flat plane with trees on either side.
Damon followed her, "Oh, like getting out of the car will help," he called from the other side, having to shout to be heard over the noise of the rain.
"Well what do you suggest?"
"I don't know! Can't you just zap it with your witchy powers and make it work again?" he gestured towards the car.
"No, I can't!" Bonnie yelled indignantly, "a flat tyre? Sure. A busted engine even, but I cannot make gas appear out of nowhere!"
She took Damon's silence as a sign that he understood.
"I'm calling for help," she fished around in her pocket for her phone.
"Help from who?"
"Highway Rescue?" ("This isn't a highway.") "Or a tow truck!"
"Its eleven thirty at night," Damon began condescendingly, suddenly by her side, "I don't think they're open," he stare down at her as if she were a child.
"Well, we'll find out!"
Finally, Bonnie found her phone and she took it from her pocket, began dialling the number-
"Oh, no. No, no, no!" her face fell.
"Damon stared at her, confused, "What is it?"
"My phone is dead."
A long pause, before a raucous laugh escaped him; Bonnie glared at him again.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing," his laughter died down to a quiet chuckle as he stared at her angry form, "it's just... you must have really pissed someone off to deserve all this bad luck," he flashed a disarming smile.
"Ugh!" was all Bonnie said.
Damon stared at her curiously when she walked towards him, began patting down his damp pockets.
"Errrrm, believe me when I say that I have no objections whatsoever to this but... what are you doing?"
"I am looking for your phone," she answered distractedly.
"Oh," he began, and if she'd been paying attention she would have noticed that he almost sounded disappointed, "I don't have it."
Abruptly she stopped her actions and looked up at him, before asking bitingly, "What do you mean, you don't have it?"
"I mean I left it at home, after Elena called me and told me that you were stranded in the middle of nowhere-"
"You idi- wait, you came all the way from home?" he nodded his confirmation, "then how did you get here so fast?"
"I'm a vampire," he said, as if that explained everything. Bonnie stared at him questioningly, "I drive fast... when I'm alone."
Bonnie scoffed at him before moving away, "how considerate of you."
He laughed cruelly, "Oh, of course. Don't thank me after I've travelled sixty miles to the middle of who knows where to find you," with vampire speed he was next to the car again and climbing inside, "how silly of me to think you would."
She chose to ignore the stab of guilt she felt.
"What are you doing?" Bonnie shouted through the open door on her side.
Damon looked down at her – he could only see her head and shoulders from this height – before answering acidly, "I am tired and am going to sleep. You can do whatever you like."
She flinched at his tone, but did not back down, "If I wanted to sleep, I would have stayed with my own car!" she yelled up at him.
"Well, we could walk back if you like. Your car is... cosier," he lifted his eyebrows suggestively.
And just like that the tension was lifted. Bonnie always was stunned at Damon's ability to do that; to change a mood entirely with just a few simple words.
Damon was grinning wickedly and she turned away from him to hide her own smile.
Fatigue hit Bonnie then and, after deciding that she'd rather sleep in Damon's car than on the ground, she braced her palms on the leather seat in front of her and hoisted herself up.
She had already sat herself in a comfortable position – the rain made comforting noises as it battered against the windshield – and closed her eyes, ready for sleep, when Damon decided to speak.
"So, did you tell Elena yet?"
Bonnie sighed internally. The man was such a pusher.
"No, I haven't."
She had hoped that he would drop the subject then; she should have known better.
"You really should you know," Bonnie groaned, "Vampire attacks. It's the kind of thing ones best friend should know about don't you think?"
She turned in her seat to face him. He was reclined in his seat, staring at her expectantly.
"Damon," she began casually, "shut up and go to sleep."
"Hmmmm," when he said no more, Bonnie turned away from him, facing the window.
"Had anymore dreams about me?" his tone was suggestive.
"No, actually," she said loudly and it was the truth; she hadn't had any more dreams about him. Granted she hadn't seen him since the last one, but Bonnie was hoping that it had been the anxiety of the vampire attack which had triggered it and that she would never have to dream about him again. Or at least, that's what she told herself.
"Oh," Damon answered solemnly, "I guess that's a real shame for you?"
"Ye- No!" she corrected herself, "I meant no!"
Damon laughed quietly to himself, "Of course you did."
For a time they were quiet, Bonnie sulking to herself, revelling in her mistake, until a thought occurred to her.
"Damon," she began softly, looking over to where he lay.
"Yes, Bonnie?"
"Thank you for helping me."
There was a pause, before he answered her, his voice a whisper, "You're welcome."
And like that, silence reigned and they fell into an easy sleep.
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The first thing Bonnie thought of when she woke up was Damon and she turned towards him, only to find that he was gone.
Bonnie checked the dashboard. 10:15am.
She jolted upright, searching outside for any sign of him – the rain had stopped she noticed - and there he was. Across the street, peering into the window of a parked car and smiling charmingly at a thirty-something woman as she batted her eyelashes flirtatiously.
Ugh.
Bonnie watched as she handed him her phone, as Damon made a call and as Damon kissed her on her cheek before she drove away.
She scowled at him as he got back inside the car.
"What was that?" she asked in disgust.
Damon rolled his eyes at her expression, "I was being tactful Bonnie. You should try it."
"If it means kissing random strangers I think I'll pass."
Damon chuckled, but dropped the subject.
"I called a tow truck; they'll be here in half an hour."
"Good," she answered tiredly.
He looked at her critically, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes," was all she said, somewhat confused by why he was asking the question.
"Good. I'm glad."
Half an hour later and Damon's car was being strapped to the back of a tow truck with Bonnie still inside. She didn't say anything when Damon joined her again, she merely smiled.
For the rest of the day Bonnie was in a good mood, so much so that she didn't even object when Damon lied to the truck driver about how his and his "wife's" car had broken down on the way back from his brother-in-law's birthday party. She even accepted it when Damon offered to pay the costs.
And an hour later, when they were outside her house and bidding their farewells, Bonnie thanked him once again for his help.
"Don't mention it," he said and then he was gone.
She retreated inside, suddenly feeling so tired that as soon as she'd climbed up the stairs to her room and her head had hit pillow she fell asleep and slept until 6:00pm that night.
Bonnie remembered everything detail of her dream after she'd woken. She dreamt that she was a princess, trapped in a castle, guarded by a dragon – how cliché. And then Damon rode up on his white horse to slay the dragon and save her life. She groaned into her pillow at the memory.
Getting up, she went over to the window, intending to stare out at the dark night and what she saw made her laugh out loud. There, perfectly parked in her driveway was her car.
Damon.
Bonnie closed the blinds and headed downstairs then. She had to call Elena... and thank her.
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A/N: Phew! Sorry this took so long, I have been trying to revise for my exams in January and then I got all caught up in the Christmas spirit :D
Okay, well I feel like we're progressing, like I said they're bi-polar. YEY! And note that Bonnie will be telling Elena about the attack soon, I just wanted to drag it out a bit more.
What did you all think? Good? Bad? Do you like long chapters? Did I miss anything?
Question time: Did you have a good Christmas? (If you celebrate it) and what are you doing for New Years?
I'm doing... nothing, sadly :(
Anyway, I hope you did like it. Next Chapter: Damon's POV :D Until then...
