Summary: Bonnie was okay with being alone. She was okay with not falling in love. She was okay with her form of happiness. Then Scott showed up. Scott was a romantic. He loved the idea of everything being better. He loved to dream, and love. Together they could be something else. Maybe even happy.
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"You get a day off mister. You are lucky."
"Mom I don't think me being in the hospital constitutes as lucky..."
"I know. Just trying to find a bright side out of this. You can leaveright after the necessary paper work, but they did say you have to come back for some further test. I don't understand why you would want to leave..."
"Because hospitals creep me out, mom."
Scott watched his mom pace around the room doing small things, She had fluffed his pillows, got rid of the waste in the trash bin, and got him something to eat. Scott was taken off the machines, and was allowed to move freely. Melissa was upset that her son had wanted to go home,but she was given the night off so she could be with him, for just in case purposes.
"So, that Bonnie girl.."
Scott looked at his mom when she said his name. Had they met? He then thought about what Bonnie did for him. Standing up, his mom rushed to him, about to ask him where he was going.
"I have to see if she's okay..."
"Why?"
"Well the last time she did that...for Isaac, she passed out."
Melissa felt herself drop.
"What? Why didn't she say anything about that? What did she even do?"
"I can't say...that's what got me in trouble with her the first time."
"Scott, she could be passed out somewhere, we need to get her an ambulance."
He stopped his mom as she was about to leave the room.
"No!"
"Excuse you?"
Scott backed off, understanding how he was handling his own mother, but still seemed worried.
"Mom, we can't. It would be hard to explain why, and Bonnie does not want to do that."
"But..."
"I am going to see her okay."
Melissa wanted to argue but she knew it was pointless. Bonnie was different; coming to the hospital and asking questions would be bad. Still it broke Melissa's heart knowing that girl was possibly alone, unconscious and no one was there. Finally she sighed in defeat. She looked her son in the eye, fear running through them. She patted her taller son on the back and moved out of his way.
"See you at home Scott."
Scott nodded his head as he left. He seemed as cheery and upbeat for a kid who just had a possible near death experience.
Scott made it to Bonnie's house, and it was only seven o'clock. It was not really dark outside but it was dark enough for Scott to run. The first thing he did when he got to Bonnie's house was check if Mr. Owens was there. His car was not parked in the tiny driveway. That bought Scott some reassurance. He wondered if her dad knew about her status as a witch? Did he condone it? Did he do anything about it? Scott wondered this as he made his way to the front door, hoping this would not be a wasted effort. He knocked on the door, but was met with it creeping open. Bonnie did not close the door all the way. With a sigh, Scott walked in, and closed the door behind him.
He looked around to make sure no one was in the house. He could only smell one person, and hear one heartbeat. Bonnie's.
Scott made his way to her, finding her on her bed, and a circle of candles, all unlit, on the floor. He saw the blood and the familiar purple liquid sitting on one edge of the plate, his blood on the other. He moved past it, noticing her blood stained shirt.
It did not go well.
He looked down to see Bonnie passed out. There was blood stained across her lip. Her hair was straight and splayed across the bed. It looked kind of dull. Her skin looked dull as well. He did not know if she looked sickly most of the time, but there she looked like she needed help. He sat on his knees and took her hand in his. His mom taught him how to check someone's vitals for just in case purposes. Bonnie seemed okay, but she looked tired. He held onto her hand, seeing how small it was compared to his. She was really tiny. He wondered if she was always this way. He remembered what she said in the library last week. She used to be normal. What did that mean? Did Bonnie suddenly just become a witch? Was her life always like this now that she was? Did her friends know? What did they do to stop her? Scott became more and more confused by Bonnie, curious to know what her life was about. But there was only one thing that mattered right now.
Bonnie waking up.
This was not Grams' house. It was the sight of the hundred dead witches. The basement to be exact. Bonnie was used to having done multiple spells here. The memories were not very pleasant. She was supposed to be at Grams'; why had she ended up here? Bonnie stood in the middle of the room, wondering why she was there of all places.
"Okay Bonnie, let's just figure this out."
The first thing she looked for was any abnormalities. Was there something symbolic she was supposed to find? Bonnie searched the entire space for something, anything that would suggest she had a purpose here. Unfortunately she found nothing.
"Great. What am I doing here?"
After what felt like an hour, Bonnie got tired of the room.
"I should go upstairs."
Just as she turned around she was staring at Stefan. He looked dangerous, menacing in a way. Bonnie backed up in shock as he just stood there.
"Stefan?"
"They took Elena. They're going to kill her unless we stop Esther."
Bonnie was confused.
"What?"
"Bonnie if you can't stop her..."
Bonnie felt that familiar sinking feeling. She remembered what was about to happen. She had to stop it.
"I have to find another way."
She moved past him and ran towards the door. But he was too fast. Once again he was in front of her. Just like the last time. Only this time she knew what would happen.
"Stefan move!"
He did not comply. Instead he stood there, grim in black, his brow heavy.
"Esther is drawing from the witches, and the only way to cut her off..."
Bonnie stood her ground, but she knew it was impossible.
"Is if one of you is no longer a witch."
She could not take it anymore, she moved past him and ran up stairs.
"Abby!"
Just like the last time she saw Damon holding onto a dead Abby. Just like the last time, Bonnie felt her heart break. She let out a silent cry as she watched the body just lie there.
"Abby..."
Bonnie closed her eyes, trying to wake herself up.
"Wake up Bonnie. Please..."
"She doesn't want to see you."
Caroline?
"Please just let me talk to her."
Elena. Bonnie opened her eyes. She was looking at a cream colored wall. To her right Abby was lying on a bed, in a comatose state. Her body was changing on her. She would wake in a few hours. That was how the transition worked.
"Abby's in transition right now. It's going to be hard over the next few days, and if Bonnie needs sometime to deal...then I think you should give it to her."
"She's always been there for me Caroline. Please let me just be there for her, too."
Bonnie remembered the odd sense of guilt. It hurt to hear Elena speak like that. Bonnie wanted to go tell her it was okay. That is was not her fault. But she wanted to be mad at her as well. Why was Bonnie not allowed to be upset? She came back to focus when Caroline started to speak again.
"Abby and I are going to work on the garden."
There was a light, yet heavy brightness to the voice. It was heavy, tired, but hopeful. Bonnie realized that it was her own voice. She discovered that her eyes were open and she was looking at Elena. Her best friend looked cautious, wondering of something.
"How is she doing?"
Bonnie took in a breath, not knowing how to answer that. She had kind of hoped how she was doing.
"The transition...has been hard. But I think she'll be okay."
That sounded like thee right thing to say. Bonnie had left to come help with the Alaric situation at a bad time. She hoped it was nothing but a minor incident. Vampires, especially baby vamps, had slip ups all the time. She did not kill Jamie and that was all that mattered.
"Eventually."
Elena exhaled. It was slight, but she looked somewhat relieved. Bonnie could not tell with Elena right now.
"I'm gonna go back and stay with her for awhile. It will give us a chance to work things through."
It got silent. Bonnie did not know whether she should leave or not. Elena refused to look at her. It was as if she was guilty, and wanted some relief. Bonnie noted the way that Elena held onto the jar of herbs. The herds were for Alaric. He was going crazy. But what happened afterward?
"I'm sorry Bonnie."
Bonnie looked at Elena. Or what should have been Elena. Instead it was a bookcase.
"Well finally you wake up."
Bonnie turned to see Grams, sitting beside her, reading her newspaper, and sipping her coffee. She felt a calm wash over her immediately.
"What happened?"
Grams put the mug down, not once looking away from the paper.
"You are in danger child."
"What?"
"You heard me. You are in trouble. The more you come here, the harder it will be to leave."
Bonnie moved closer to Sheila. The elder woman did not budge in the slightest.
"What do you mean? I mean I know what you mean. But how? What's wrong?"
Sheila still kept her focus on the paper. Bonnie boted that her hands still had the black veins etched into them.
"Abby would know."
Abby?
Before she could even ask anything else, Sheila turned to her for the first time and asked her one last thing.
"Shouldn't you be going somewhere?"
Just like that Bonnie felt that familiar heavy feeling. It was time for her to leave.
To go back to reality.
Where was she this time?
Bonnie felt herself come down, her sense of touch, sight, and smell washing over her in a mass of confusion. THe first thing she saw was an open door. Was that meant to be symbolic of something? Was she at the gates of hell or something? It took her a second to realize it was just her door to her room. Bonnie then felt something in her hand. She looked at the object, only to see a much larger hand holding hers. She followed it down the arm and to the body of a slightly tanned boy. That's when she became aware of the large object she was currently lying with.
He was lying in bed beside her, her head on his chest. How did this happen? She sat up, but realized that his other arm was holding her. She did not yet look at the face, but could figure out who it was. She was now used to his aura. The unnatural feel of supernatural. Then their was his smell. He smelled like old spice, and irish spring. Bonnie knew those scents from Jeremy. She had grown used to them. But the underlying one was slightly sweet with this one. His body was tight, and muscular, Bonnie almost felt comfort.
Slowly she looked up to make sure it was who she thought it was.
"Scott."
He could not hear her. He had fallen asleep, a small stream of riding down his chin. Bonnie smiled, finding it kind of cute. However this did not stop her from wondering, how and why she and Scott were in this position.
"Scott."
Nothing.
"Scott."
This time he turned his head over towards hers. His lips touched her forehead. Bonnie got silent again once that happened. By instinct, Scott took his arm holding onto Bonnie, and pulled it up. With it, he was able to pull Bonnie just a little closer, and kissed her forehead. In his sleep induced slumber, he smiled.
"Scott..."
"Yeah."
Finally he answered.
"Uh...I kind of need to get up..."
"What's the rush...you don't have anywhere to be..."
"Scott..."
"Shh, Just let me hold you for five more minutes..."
"Scott, who do you think I am?"
Scott realized the voice that was talking. He opened his eyes, and looked down at the girl in front of him. Green eyes. Not brown. It was kind of natural for him when he was with Allison to kiss her forehead after they were intimate, particularly when they just woke up.
"Bonnie?"
Not Allison. Scott jumped, letting go of the smaller girl, and falling out of the bed.
"Oh God! Scott are you okay?"
Bonnie looked over the edge of her bed, at the boy just sitting looking confused by life. She had wanted to laugh a little, but there was something she needed to know first.
"Yeah just...a minor incident."
Bonnie nodded.
"Okay...how are you?"
Scott just inhaled and then yawned.
"I'm good, you know a little tired, but that's just because..."
"No, how is the...wolfsbane?"
Scott eyes widen in understanding.
"Yeah, it's gone. I spent the last four hours vomiting. And I'm pretty sure my breath still stinks. I brushed it like five times though. But yeah, it's gone."
Bonnie smiled. Scott watched her tired expression light up. Just a little.
"That's good."
Bonnie's smile remain. She was happy he was okay. She was still somewhat upset with him, but at least he was alive. For some odd reason she thought about his chest, and how warm he felt. It was nice to have someone to lay with. She missed that with Jeremy. Jeremy was much taller than Scott, but it still was a great thing. She loved it when he enveloped her. The thought of Jeremy made her smile wane. Scott noticed it, and jumped at the chance.
"Hey. Thank you."
Bonnie's smile came back, but it was not as bright. She was still sad. Or at least Scott thought she was. He wanted to make her feel better, she had saved his life, and his friend's life, as well as him betraying her trust.
"Scott..."
"Yeah?"
"I told my friend about you. Your secret."
For some reason he could not even be mad. Her voice sounded guilty, regretting it. At least she was not going to just beat around the bush about it.
"It's okay, I can't hide it forever."
"She won't tell anyone. She is in no position to really."
"That's good. Is she a witch too?"
Bonnie shook her head.
"A werewolf?"
Another no.
"A hunter?"
Once again, Bonnie shook her head. Scott was running out of creatures.
"Is she a kanima?"
Bonnie shook her head, then stopped and looked at him.
"A kana-what?"
"A kanima. A shapeshifter that kills murderers, and has a master. Jackson was one."
"What? Jackson was...wait a shapeshifter? There are multiple shapeshifters?"
Without a single thought, Scott nodded his head. Did she not know about any of them?
"Yeah, there are a ton of them, and some other things, witches are not in the bestiary though."
"Bestiary? Wow...apparently there is more that I have to learn."
Bonnie seemed not focused on him, but her face seemed a little brighter, more positive. Scott liked looking at her eyes. They were strange. They looked green, and in the sun shined brightly like green, but in reality they were hazel. She also had the jaw, like him. But hers shifted right, why his did left. Her skin, though slightly dull, looked soft and clear. She did not look like a blemish ever touched her face in her life. Scott on the other hand had scars from trying to pop pimples. They were few, but he felt insecure around perfect people like Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Danny, and now Bonnie. He noticed how soft her lips looked. There was dried blood on the lips, but that did not seem to detract from them at all. Her bottom lip was fuller than her top lip, but there was a difference, especially when she gave him a crooked smile.
"Scott?"
The young wolf shook his head, trying to shake his reverie away. He came back to reality to see Bonnie looking at him worried.
"Are you okay?"
Scott nodded. Bonnie sighed. She looked away for a minute. Scott kept his attention on her. When she finally turned back to him, her head was now laying on her arms, her chin jutting her wrist.
"I'm sorry Scott for what I put you through..."
"It's okay Bonnie."
Bonnie shook her head, her long straight hair managing to swing with it.
"No. I mean I don't apologize for how I feel. But I...I should have acted a lot better than what I did. I should have talked to you instead of spending all that time ignoring you and the whole wolfs bane repellent. I over reacted. It's just hard trusting people, you know. I put my faith in so many people back at home, and so many times they fail me. But I had to continue on, because they needed me...I needed them to need me. I couldn't disappoint them no matter how much they do it to me. I would be alone if I did that..."
"No you wouldn't..."
Bonnie did not look at him. She shifted her head down, so all he could see was her nose up. She seemed to be looking beyond what was in that room. To another place.
"Yeah...I would..."
Her voice was barely a whisper. But Scott heard it. There was fear and acquiescence floating in her words. Her eyes, tired, yet bright, came back to focus, and put it on him. Scott did not know what to do. She should not be alone. She should have people there for her. Did she do this for her friends at home. Did she risk her health and stability for them? Did they ever care for her afterward? Scott, having only known her for two weeks, but he felt indebted to her for saving his life. He owed her.
He cared about her.
Scott exhaled. He sat up, sitting on his knees, and pulled Bonnie up. She looked confused, but that was not going to stop Bonnie.
"You saved my life, and my friend's. I owe you everything for taking an impossible situation and giving a miracle, when you didn't have to.I want you to know that you are not alone. I don't care what anyone says. From now on, I got you. If you do magic that is too hard or something, I will wipe the blood up. I will get you a pillow. I will stop you if I have to. But just know, that there is someone here. That you don't have to give and not get. I don't care if you think I am being melodramatic or something, I have to do this."
Bonnie smiled again. It was still tired, but it was a smile. Scott held her hands, determined to make this pact happen. Whether Bonnie wanted it to or not, he was not going to let her being alone. If what she did for them was what she did regularly, then she deserved more.
And Scott would give it to her.
"Scott..."
"Just say yes, Bonnie. Just say yes."
Scott held her hands looking into those hazel..green...eyes. Finally she smiled.
"If we do this...we have to forgive each other."
"Why do I need to forgive you for? You did nothing."
"I told your secret and I was partly the reason why you needed to go to the hospital..."
Scott thought about it and shrugged.
"Forgiven. I like you so it is much easier to forgive you...plus you saved my life."
"Don't be so naïve Scott..."
"I'm not."
Bonnie was slowly becoming enthralled by Scott. This was a stronger Scott. Not the teenaged one, that said goofy things occasionally and made her laugh. He was focused and strong. The way he looked at her. It was as if he meant what he said. Was he really telling her the truth? Could she relaly believe in what he said?
"Forgive me Bonnie, and then accept my promise. Accept me."
Bonnie did not know what to do. She wanted to say yes. She wanted to forgive him. But she could not say it. It was as if she was stuck. Scott never wavered though. He sat there, calm as he could be, waiting for Bonnie to give him an answer. He had no doubt in his head that she would say yes. He would wait forever if he had to. He just wanted to hear her say it.
"Bonnie..."
He could even finish what he was going to say. Bonnie had gotten free from his grip, and moved closer to Scott. Pressing her body to his, sitting as tall as she could, so she was in line with his face, she moved as close to his face as she could. Scott was surprised, until her lips touched his.
It was instinct Her arms wrapped around his neck. His arms wrapped around her body. She tilted her head slightly to the left, him to the right. His right hand slid up her back, taking it's time to get to it's destination. Her head. Once it sat there, it cradled it, gently stroking her hair.
They sat in that position for awhile. Neither aware of how much time had elapsed. It did not matter this was something to them. When they finally pulled away from each other, or Bonnie had pulled away from Scott, and the teen wolf trying to sneak one last kiss in. Bonnie did not look into his eyes immediately; instead she looked down, at his chest, rising and falling. When she did look up his eyes were focused solely on her.
"I forgive you."
"And?"
She felt his warm, but sweet breath on her face. Normally that would have irritated Bonnie, but Scott was different. This moment was different.
"And yes."
A/N: New chapter! I feel that this should be the end of the update for this section lol. But yeah, Bonnie finds out more about her little problem. What does Abby have to do with anything? Well you will find out (there is a reason I only flashbacked to scenes dealing with Abby). We do know that Bonnie is getting comfortable with where she is in Sheila's spirit living room, and that is a bad thing. Also we know that Scott and Bonnie...kissed. This does not mean they will be getting together immediately. I was originally have it as they find out they like each other, or have feelings, but would act differently to the information. Bonnie would be hella hesitant and Scott would be all for it. That is going to show in the next chapter (which will be including flashbacks, to be explained).
Next chapter is about a time skip and what happens in the middle of it (more italicized flashbacks!). The initial plan is for it to be Bonnie and Scott specific (no schemes from Allison, few side remarks from Stiles. Basically we are going to deal (slightly) with Bonnie problems really. How and why she is the way she is. I mention it here, Bonnie's need to be needed, but what happens when she has no reason to be needed? Scott is more so to help progress them as a pairing together further.
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