A/N: I have been away for so long. Whiney excuses time: School, blah, blah, stress, blee, blee, pretzels, hoodeehoo, Nana's boxes. And yeah, that was whiney excuses time. On to the story!

Chapter Fourteen: Catching Up

Bonnie Maison: "Mark!" I tried to reach out to his mind, but I found nothing. "Mark! Mark, you useless good-for-nothing! You got yourself killed!" I mentally yelled to myself, as if I was talking to Mark. As soon as Mark was killed, I was thrust back into my mind, sitting in my wooden chair.

"Oh just great." I sarcastically said to myself. Mark is dead, and most likely Lucas is too. "Death to that girl! I would kill her myself if I wasn't so young in Lucas's time." What was happening in Lucas's time/dimension or some scientific crap-like-thing was happening in 1972, Memphis, Tennessee, I was in 1988, New York City, New York in one of my business towers.

I got up, feeling rage engulfing my being. I grabbed the mirror on the wall and smashed it against the ground, shattering it in razor-sharp pieces that could easily slice that little girl's neck.

"Miss Bonnie, are you okay?" My right hand man, Omar, asked looking in the room I was in.

"I'm fine, Omar. You can go now."

"Ma'am." He closed the door behind him.

I looked back at the mirror I shattered.

"Careful now, you might hurt your delicate hands."

I turned around, recognizing the voice. It was one of my Maison sisters, Luna. Her dark brown skin, her dark blue eyes, and her long, curly black hair always had this sort of effect on me, making me want to throttle her into the ground. Looking at another pretty face always makes me want to mess them up.

She even had on her signature outfit: A white feather in the right side of her hair; white shirt; light-tan, leather jacket with a black feather on the left tricep; 'men' pants; big, light brown boots; wide, black leather gun holder around her waist; a black, leather gun holder from her shoulder to the opposite hip, and same on the other; tomahawk holster on her right hip.

Luna is completely psychotic. Her dark blue eyes always appeared like she was about to do something crazy. It was always right, because she always does something crazy. Entering into my mind while I was in a rage for example.

"What are you doing here Luna?" I seethed. Right then I was not in the happiest of moods. "Aren't you trying to stop the compromise thing about the Union?"

"My name is Blood-stained-moon. Oh well, Navajo people have weird names because of the white man. Anyways, for me, that compromise thing hasn't started yet." She said with that stupid smile she's always wearing.

"Last time I talked to you, you helped assassinate Charles Bent."

"Really?" She said, her smile widening. "I help assassinate that guy? That's awesome! When does it happen? How long do I have to wait? Just now the Lash Law has been set. So, how long?"

"I'm not allowed to say. What the heck is this talking accomplishing anyway!" I yelled.

"What? Can't a girl look out for her fellow bond?"

"Well, I wish I was bonds with someone else. Someone who's responsible for having full access into my mind."

"Well, since we are bonds, we have full access into each other's heads, and I tend to make the most of what I have."

"By telling me to not cut myself?" I hated her sometimes.

"I have to help my white bond as much as possible."

"Wasn't your father white?"

"He was a weak and unfit to raise me. That's why we got a Maison to kill him." On Luna's orders I should mention. Luna was only nine years-old. If I was her, I would have done it myself, not telling someone else to do it. "The last time I talked to you, you helped sabotage the space shuttle, Challenger."

"That was about two years ago. It's 1988 for me."

"Hmm. Talking with the time-stream thing is weird."

"Yeah. It sucks." I replied.

"Talking about time-streams, you should tell Lucas before he captured the Doctor to tell you years ago what's going on. Maybe the Bonnie from then could do something. Why did you even wanted to talk to me, you should have already have told Lucas."

"Me?" I said in disgust. "You were the one who..."

She disconnected before I could finish. "Stupid piece of crap, Luna. How did she ever become a Chosen anyway?" But, she was right, as long as the Doctor was in Lucas's space/time-stream, my past is unaffected by what Lucas has changed. To me, what Lucas had done never happened. If anybody could tell my past self in Lucas's dimension to help out Lucas, nobody but Lucas have the ability to do it.

I reached my mind to Lucas from before time changed for him.

"Bonnie, what is it?" Lucas asked. It looked like I was in his office, but I was actually only in his head.

"Lucas, you better do what I say, or you'll regret it."

A/N: Yeah. That was Chapter 14. I suck at chapter titles.

So, everyone got that? You know what a Bond is, right? I just explained it.

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