A/N: Upon popular request, I'm adding to this two-part. You know the Beginning, you know the End, but what happened in between?
I'll try to keep it as chronological as I can, but sometimes I get ahead of myself.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the TVD characters OR any other celebrity mentioned in this fic. Warnings: None?
Prompt: "Rest assured that this is no game for me." (altered)
Favor for a Favor
"Let's watch a movie."
Damon, on the other side of the doorway, was armed with a bag of chips and bottle of red wine.
This was not what Bonnie had expected when she opened her apartment door, minutes to midnight. She had just finished her midterm essay for her morning class—due tomorrow—and immediately turned her brain off for the night. She was ready to burrito herself in bed and fall right to sleep.
The bottle, suddenly in her arms, stunned her enough for Damon to shoulder his way into her apartment. She blinked, looking down at the vintage bottle. Her attention returned to Damon, figuring out her DVD player.
"Listen, Damon, I just finished a killer essay, and—"
"Congrats." He scrubbed a hand over his face as he tested a remote. He frowned when it didn't do what he had wanted.
"Thanks," she deadpanned. "Look, I'm just not really up for entertaining—"
"Hence the movie." He figured out the machine, let the trailers play, and waltzed into her kitchen. Searching from her cupboards, he shot her a look. "C'mon, Bonbon, live a little."
Mustering enough humor, she pressed two fingers to her pulse and looked up thoughtfully. His eyes glittered with amusement as he poured wine into two glasses.
"Yep," she finally concluded, "it's confirmed. I am alive." Damon handed her a glass and planted himself on her couch. Her sigh, threatening to morph into a yawn, sagged her body. "You cannot tell me you don't have a TV, Mr. Rock Star."
"Mr. Rock Star? You could totally do better than that, Ms. Academia." She shrugged. She actually couldn't at the moment—all her fancy vocabulary had been dumped into that eight-page essay. "I had one… up until this afternoon."
"…what did you do?"
"Kicked a hole in it."
Bonnie looked down into the red liquid in her glass. She would really need this to get through the night. She took a liberal gulp and sat next to her neighbor. His grin was astronomical. "I would imagine there's a story."
"Practicing my flips." His casual explanation had some sense; Blood and Bourbon was a bit theatrical on stage. "A guitar is heavier than it looks, Judgy." He shot her a knowing look. "It throws off your equilibrium and all that."
"So, when I heard that crash earlier…?"
"Yup."
"You're a mess." She clutched a pillow to her chest singlehandedly. One trailer rolled into another. "What movie are we watching?"
"Guardians of the Galaxy." She stared at him, an eyebrow arched, but he just shrugged. "Haven't seen it yet—and I've seen all the Marvel movies, so…" He glanced at her and genuinely asked, "Do you want to watch another movie?"
She shook her head and filled her mouth with wine before she could comment. She actually loved the Marvel movies, the combination of action and sassy comedy, but she had never pegged him as the kind of guy to like a good superhero movie. Not that she thought about what he did in his spare time—though her first thoughts would be recreational drugs and sex.
She blushed into the wine glass as the opening scene started.
If anything, she would imagine the musician to like horror or suspense films, just for the sake of the adrenaline. Or even raunchy comedies because it matched his sense of humor.
"Have you seen this movie?" His question pulled her out of her hazy thoughts. He had opened the bag of chips and offered it without looking. She peered into the bag cautiously. "They're barbecue."
"You didn't, like… lace it with crack or something, right?" Damon turned and studied her oddly serious face. "Well?"
"They're barbecue chips, Bonnie," he repeated. "They're like crack on their own."
Why she was satisfied with his answer, she couldn't really explain as she extracted a handful of chips from the bag. The overflow fell onto her lap, so she poured the rest onto her thighs. Surprisingly, she wasn't even bothered with the crummy mess.
"I have to leave early tomorrow, to get my paper printed," she mumbled as she put her feet up on her coffee table. They landed next to her laptop and precious flash drive.
"Got it. I'll be your wake-up call."
The screen read 26 Years Later panning around a desolate planet. She realized she never answered his question—she had seen the movie before. In fact, a couple of times. Chris Pratt's character, Peter Quill, disabled his facemask and turned on his Walkman.
"Hell, with it, baby, 'cause you're fine, and you're mine, and you look so divine…" Bonnie peered over at Damon as discreetly as she could, her mouth covered by the enormous pillow in her lap. He sang along to the soundtrack under his breath, his face contorted in a comical way.
She stuffed a couple of chips into her mouth to stifle her giggles. Damon, he was right. These really were like crack on their own.
The flush of the toilet brought Bonnie out of her dream. She had been green and ruthless, and the people she knew were secretly aliens, and she was the only one who could defeat them with her alien ninja skills. The movie must have infiltrated her subconscious. She frowned, pushing her face deeper into her pillow, and tugged her blanket over her shoulder.
Wait, where'd her blanket come from?
She opened an eye, just enough to see through her lashes. Instead of the couch, where she last remembered being, she was in her room, in her bed. The light of the bathroom shut off and a dark figure snuck out of her bathroom, into the hall. She reached for her phone charging on her nightstand. The blare of the light made her moan with discomfort, but she managed to squint at the time.
And she screamed.
She only had forty-fives to get to class.
Heart in her throat, she kicked her way out of her bed, stumbled into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Her professor wouldn't tolerate a paper even five minutes after class started. She was going to die. Her hair, a miserable array of brown and gold, would have to settle for a top bun. She dashed to her closet, pulled a long-sleeved dress, and found some thick, dark tights, balled at the bottom of her sock drawer. She fell backward onto her bed as she tugged the tights over her thighs, and eventually, she stepped into long boots, fought a jacket over her arms, and rushed into the kitchen.
Leaning against the counter, actually wearing a shirt for once, Damon offered her a coffee thermos. Her head was sudden pounding—a lovely concoction of a hangover and anger.
"You let me sleep in, even though I told you I needed to leave early!" Unaffected by her growl, he took a drink from his mug. "You just had to watch a movie the night I specifically asked you not to!"
"Good morning to you, little bird," his reply was as pleasant as if she had never spoken. "How did you sleep? Your couch is actually pretty comfortable."
Her face crumpled. "You slept on my—" She paused, fingers curling into her palms, nails embedding into the skin. "Damon, you seriously overstepped your boundaries here."
His amused gaze glossed over her tense body before he nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry. I'll leave after this," he held up his mug.
Bonnie rolled her eyes, a frustrated groan erupting from her as she remembered she still needed to go print her paper. She gathered her laptop into its case and reached for her…
Eyes round, she dropped to her knees, searching under the table for the bright blue flash drive that contained her entire academic career on it.
"Damon… have you seen my…" Her face pressed flush against the carpet as her hand swept under the couch. "… my flash drive?"
"Bright blue, the size of my thumb?" Her head popped up, and she nodded desperately. "I mean, I may have seen it."
Opting for a fight rather than tears, Bonnie took a hold of the man's shirt, with fire in her eyes. His coffee sloshed onto the counter, but she didn't care.
"You have no respect for me, my belongings, my life…!" Her voice was loud enough to cover the underlying quiver. "I get living here is a dumb chore for you, and you've made it into some kind of game to ruin my life, but I—"
"Hey." Coffee abandoned, he pried her fists from his shirt and held them tightly. Her initial instinct was to free herself with a hefty shove, but the way his eyes peered into her made her stop. "Rest assured, Bonnie, this is no game for me."
There was a knock at the door, and Bonnie, still in panic mode, jolted. She prayed it was an emergency worthy to excuse her tardiness. Unlikely her professor would allow it, but she answered the door, her eyes gleaming with hope… and some tears.
Caroline, hair in a tight bun and face covered by sunglasses reaching from her eyebrows to her cheeks, handed Bonnie a manila folder. She slipped her glasses onto the top of her head as Bonnie opened it. It was her paper. She frowned, looking at the blonde for an explanation, but she was looking past Bonnie's shoulder. Damon held up her bright blue flash drive.
"Tyler's double parked, waiting for me," Caroline told Damon. As Bonnie turned to thank her, she added, "That's a pretty good essay. You deserve an A."
Before she could utter a word of immense gratitude—and offer her kidney for saving her a trip to the print shop—Caroline waved and left. Bonnie turned back to Damon, the man with a lazy smirk and her belongings ready for her.
"You let me sleep in." He stared at her. "You did me this favor."
"I crashed on your couch after demanding to watch a movie." He shrugged. "A favor for a favor."
"And you let me yell at you…"
He shrugged again, his mouth taking a sarcastic tilt. "It was funny to see you all riled up."
She shouldered her bag, tucked her flash drive into a pocket, and took her coffee thermos. Her face was hot from embarrassment, but she managed to meet her gaze to his.
"I'm sorry." She bit her lip for a minute. "Thank you."
"Thank me when you actually turn it in." He spun her by the shoulders and pushed her out the door. "Now, go make me proud, nerd."
Writer's block is actually the worst. But here I am, with this little (emphasis on the little, I'm sorry!) gem. The song in the movie is called Come and Get Your Love by the way.
Anyways, I hope you guys are still on board with this. I started posting on Tumblr, so if you're one of the people reading on there, send me a msg there or a review here! I'm kinda just curious.
I always love hearing from you guys, and thanks so much for reading!
xo
glass27doll
P.S. As mentioned previously, if you want to send me a dialogue prompt or a scenario you'd want to see our beloved Bamon in, let me know!
Replies to Reviews in Chronological Order
Cmechillin: Okay, so the prompt you send me ("Dance with me, Damon! Don't kill my vibe!) will be used, but the scenario more than the words. Don't worry, you'll see Bonnie getting her dance on, and trust me, Damon will be both confused and delighted. Re: "anything you write is going to be great", I'm blushing, thank you so much! And thank you for reading/reviewing! It means a lot to me!
Guest: Guuuuurl. Re: Bonnie/Jeremy/Anna situation, Bonnie is starting to learn her lesson. I like where your mind is at, though (might use this as a prompt tbh); Bonnie is so much better than Jeremy and his cheating self. Thanks for sharing your thoughts lol, and thanks for reading!
Damon's Sexy Witch: Re: Damon's timing, always spot on, as you'll see in this fic lol. Mainly because how boring would it be otherwise? lol. Re: Damon and contacts, I agree! Honestly, I'm wondering if Ian has ever played a role that required contacts? I mean, I doubt it because his eyes are so compelling, but... hmmm, to the Internet! Glad you liked this update! Thanks for sharing and reading!
freckled98: Re: Damon running from his fan club, it was really funny to write- I actually laughed to myself as I did it. It does serve him right! As for a headache, though, I think he was too afraid to acknowledge that part lol. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Bamonfeels: Thanks, I'm really glad you liked it! Re: Fire Brigade Bonnie, even though she says she doesn't care about him, Bonnie is just naturally caring and she'd do anything for those close to her (whether consciously or subconsciously lol) Thanks for reading and reviewing!
bellavida0213: Re: Beremy, Bonnie is learning from her mistakes... it's just taking some time. Re: Brown-eyed Damon, I can't imagine it either, to be honest, but damn, he'd look good anyways lol. Re: Rescue Bonnie, like I said in another reply, she'd do anything for those she cares about-whether or not she wants to admit she cares about him lol. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
DancesWithButterflies: Re: the fan club ft. Rayna, teen girls are scary, dude- enough to be called psycho! Trust me, this won't be the last we see of Rayna ;) Re: Bamon bonding, I didn't even think of it that way, that she's his go-to, but you're right! Gotta love it. Re: Beremy, I like writing Bonnie's journey of getting over Jeremy, just because he's such an idiot for letting go of our queen B. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing- I'm glad you're enjoying it!
Please, keep reviewing and sending me your thoughts. They give me life.
