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.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These two shows (Teen Wolf and The Vampire Diaries)...I wish. Would be making some type of bank.

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"Bonnie?"

The girl looked up after having fallen into another daze. That was now a new side effect. Her magic was leaving her in moments of lapsed time. One minute she was looking at her notes, the next she was standing at the board doing a problem.

Unfortunately, it was not complete, and she had drawn and scribbled line down. She turned to see Lydia having finished and standing, there. She had a concerned look on her face.

"Bonnie?"

She turned her head to find that voice. It sounded like her Grams, but more masculine.

Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder. She turned to look at the teacher. His face was confused, and concerned.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go see the nurse?"

his voice was quiet, and hushed. Bonnie could bet Scott heard it. She did not turn to look at him, she could feel his eyes focused on her. Everyone was staring at her.

"I..."

She could only get that out as she saw Sheila take over the image of her teacher. She looked at Bonnie, scared, sad, almost in tears.

"I warned you child..."

"Grams?"

Bonnie felt everything get heavy. It was like her body just dropped. She had no will, no power, nothing.

"Someone go get the nurse!"

The kids all began to panic. Scott stood up, though he could not see Bonnie, due to the large desk in front of her. He could see Lydia, frozen in shock and fear, looking down at the girl. The teacher had fallen to her side and was doing whatever.

"I need someone's help!"

Without so much of a thought, Scott jumped the desk, and rushed to Lydia's side. He looked down, and could see Bonnie on her back, eyes closed. The first thing he noticed was her steadily decreasing heartbeat. Scott's eyes widened.

"Scott do you know what you are doing?"

Scott nodded, not even the slightest surprised by the fact he was called by his first name.

"Okay then help me."

Having been a son's nurse, his mother had invested in making sure Scott could get through the basics without a hitch. Scott checked her vitals, checked for anything that would be note worthy: a bruise, a scar, any bleeding. Nothing popped up. The only thing Scott could find was the decreasing heart rate.

"Alright, I am going to go see what is taking the nurse so long, I will be right back."

The teacher left them alone, leaving Scott and Lydia stuck where they were.

There were a few people who spoke, but it was incredibly silent for the most part. Scott sat by Bonnie's side, making sure to check for anything that would change. Lydia just stood there at first, but then slowly knelt down. She looked hesitant at first.

"Scott..."

"Yeah..."

"What..."

She did not finish, deciding not to say it in front of the entire class. Instead she pulled up Bonnie's shirt a little, reaveling the light brown skin, and black veins sliding up her body. Scott's eyes almost bugged out from his head. He too kept quiet. He looked up at her, and she mouthed something.

"We need to talk later."

Scott nodded. A second later the veins appeared in her face, and ended at her eyes. Bonnie let out a gasp, and her chest rose off the ground. She opened her eyes, looking in pain, and distraught.

"Oh my God!"

"Bonnie!"

Scott took her hand, noting how cold she was. He placed his other hand under her head, so she would not slam it against the floor.

"What's happening?"

"Bonnie woke up."

Lydia spoke again, not moving away from the two of them. The black veins disappeared, but she could still vision them on her.

"What...what happened?"

Her voice was rough, and strained. She looked around confused as to where she was.

"Bonnie, you..."

"You passed out. And said something about Grams."

Bonnie looked down, and nodded, as if trying to understand what had gone down. She was about to say something else when the teacher and the school nurse came running in.

"Has she woken up?"

Scott moved out of the way, showing a still very disoriented Bonnie. The teacher gave a sigh of relief. Still he had the school nurse take a look at her. Once she was sure she was okay, she asked.

"Can you stand up sweetie?"

Bonnie pulled her hand away from Scott's, and tried to lift herself off the floor. The first attempt resulted in her falling back to the ground, and the second attempt was much worse. Eventually Scott bent down and picked her up.

"Scott I don't..."

"Don't..."

His voice was not upset, or forceful. It was just stern. Bonnie could not hide behind anything right now. It was not about her personal life, but her life overall.
"Alright...follow me to my office."

Bonnie did not look at anyone, she just kept her attention focused on whatever was available. That was not Scott.

"Lydia..."

The redhaired beauty turned to see Scott standing in front of her. She had been sitting at a cafe, waiting for the guy to come and see her. She put the magazine down on her lap, and patted the spot beside her. Scott nodded, and moved to sit beside her. Once comfortable, he let out a sigh, and then turned his focus onto her.

"So, what did you want to see me about?"

Lydia did not answer immediately. In all honesty, she did not have a well thought out statement, or plan. The past few days Lydia had done some digging up herself, after seeing the snippet about Sheila Bennett being a professor of an occult class at the neighboring University. For some reason the thought of something beyond shapeshifters had come to mind. It was no secret to them that Bonnie was a supernatural, but she did not fit the mold for anything they had experienced, or had documentation for. So Lydia had admittedly worked on a hunch. The hunch was only confirmed by the black veins. It had been through a small diary she had found online. The parallels that were created between Bonnie and this girl were uncanny. Unfortunately the girl was institutionalized and never heard from again.

It was not much to work from, but Lydia thought she had come up with something.

"Well Scott. I have been doing some snooping. Well Allison did, but her research was going nowhere."

"What are you talking about?"

Lydia took her tea and took a sip.

"It's about Bonnie. Like I said I did some snooping. We all know Bonnie is not normal."

"Yeah..."

"And we also know Bonnie doesn't fit any of the species in the bestiary."

Scott just nodded. He looked tense.

"Relax, will you? I won't spill to Allison."

"You know?"

Lydia shrugged.

"I need your confirmation."

"How?"

"Really Scott all you have to do is just nod your head, or say yes or some..."

"No how do you know?"

"Like I said, I did some snooping. Started with how her grandmother, or Grams, was a professor at a University, teaching about the Occult and other supernatural things. That would have totally been dismissible, if I had not remembered Bonnie saving you from certain death."

Lydia made sure to be as quiet as possible when she said that. She watched Scott's face drop and turn to surprise as quickly as possible. It was all the confirmation she would need. But still she wanted him to admit it.

"Of course, that proves nothing."

She placed her tea back on the table, and looked back at him. Waiting.

"So tell me Scott; is Ms. Bennett practicing?"

Scott turned away from her. Lydia had no doubt that he was conflicted. She understood that he was keeping her promise, but it was out now. At least to her it was. She could have gone to Stiles or Isaac, both she was sure knew as well. But to hear it from Scott, who she was well aware of what was going on between them. Even their falling out. Scott becoming cold to anyone meant something had happened. Hell Scott was even warming up to Lydia, and she knew he was not exactly partial to her.

"Lydia..."

She looked at him again.

"Yes?"

"I...I can't."

She sighed, and rolled her eyes. She placed the magazine back on the table, and placed her purse on her shoulder, and picked up her tea. She took out her keys, making sure to have the car key in her hand. Before she left she looked down at him, seeing as pathetic as he could be.

"Look I know she is a witch. I won't speak a word to Allison, but maybe you should learn where your allegiance stands. This kind of attitude is not needed in a leader. That is what you are. Maybe you should learn to put the needs of the group above those of yours and the one you are trying to protect."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just an observation. You are our Alpha, sulking over a girl is not becoming of your status."

She turned on her heel walking away. She would never be fully supportive of Scott, she understood that, and maybe that was her way of lashing out. But in her mind it needed to be said. With Peter roaming around, Erica and Boyd having gone missing, and that Alpha group somewhere in the vicinity, Scott needed to be much more aware of what was going on."

"Even if it does not seemed to be warranted."

Bonnie spent the rest of the day at home. Her dad came and picked her up from school, and even stayed with her. He did his work at home, but made sure to come and check up on Bonnie every hour. He had fallen asleep around eleven, having another major trip coming up. He was originally going to cancel, but Bonnie knew this was important for his job. So they had come up with a compromise.

"I'll just miss the orientation. I'll leave later, and that will be that."

"As long as you go. I was just majorly exhausted. Exams and all that kind of stress. I don't want you to stop because of me, so...go."

"I won't be home till next Wednesday..."

"I have gone longer without seeing you dad. I am responsible."

"Still...I am taking a taxi, so you can use the car. Get out of the house, don't sit here and just waste away. Enjoy your life. Hell have a party!"

Bonnie looked at her dad shocked and amused.

"Okay don't have a party, but hell invite some friends over. Call Caroline and Elena and do some in sync movie night or something."

"That actually sounds like a good idea."

"I know right? Anyway, I just want you to be okay. I'm going to go to bed."

He gave his daughter a gentle hug and a kiss on her forehead.

"How long have you had these bangs?"

"Good night dad."

"Night baby. Don't stay up too late. You have exams in two weeks so...distress, but don't make habits."

Bonnie smiled and watched her father leave. She did not want to sleep yet, still feeling some paranoia over her current situation. Bonnie was lying to herself, she knew she was scared. For the first time she was scared for her life, and she did not know what to do.

Bonnie sat on her bed, by her window, and watched the night. Sometimes she would practice a a simple nature spell to relieve her nerves, but now did not seem right. Her magic was causing her problems, somehow, her solution was not going to be that.

As she looked outside, she noticed a figure moving in the night. Running. Sitting up to take notice, she hoped it was the one person she needed right now.

"Scott..."

The person stopped. Took a minute, and then ran across the street. Instead of running back, the person, moved closer to Bonnie's house. Bonnie lost sight of the person for a second. Then out of nowhere Scott appeared at her window. He had jumped up and was holding on. Scott looked shocked to see her for some reason. Bonnie did not. She just opened her window, allowing him entrance.

"Bonnie. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, and no."

"What does that mean?"

Bonnie closed her window, as quietly as possible.

"I am okay right now. But...but today..."

"Today was not just some random accident is it? You passing out is not some random thing?"

"Yeah."

"You had black veins...is that normal?"

Bonnie shook her head. She felt so meek.

"No."

"What's wrong Bonnie?"

For some reason she could not hold it in. She let out a sniffle.

"...I might die..."

Bonnie felt Scott's chest rise at her answer.

"Bonnie..."

"That's why I can't be with you Scott. I don't have a a guarantee. Why would I be with you just to leave you again?"

"Bonnie, I..."

"Scott, don't"

"Maybe I can help."

Bonnie smiled,but there was no happiness in it.

"Scott, I don't think..."

"No you said you can't find a magical answer, well maybe it is not magical. Maybe you need to think somewhere else. And I'm good for that."

"Scott.."

"No, really. I am good with things like this...or somewhat. Look, you need help, and you shouldn't be picky about where you get it."

"Harsh..."

"You don't seem to listen to kind words."

Bonnie could feel her defenses breaking. She had been okay with death. She was going to go peacefully. But now, Scott was reminder her it was okay. There could be hope. But where would it come from.

"Scott."

"Bonnie, I want to help. I promised I ouwld be there, and I am. You don't have many options left."

She had been tempted to just say except to die. But that would be bad. Instead she sighed.

"Fine."

"Okay tell me everything. What you have and all that."

"Scott, I seriously doubt you can come up with an answer in a day."

"Well maybe not, but I can try."

Bonnie sighed. She did not have many options left. Maybe Scott could figure out what was wrong with her. Help her.

"Fine. This is what happened."

By the time she was done, a few hours lapsed. Scott had remained silent as Bonnie spoke, as quietly as possible. She could feel Scott tense up at some parts.

"Bonnie..."

"Yeah..."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have any reason to be."

"Still."

"No Scott, don't worry about it."

Scott nodded his head. After that it got quiet. Occasionally Bonnie would sniffle, trying to hold back her tears. Damn Scott for bringing hope to her. It was useless. Bonnie was going to remain in the spirit realm. Bonnie was going to die.

"Scott this is hopeless. There is noth..."

"You blame yourself..."

"What?"

"That's it. You blame yourself for everything."

"So?"

"I had asthma. It started at a young age, but it was at it's worse when I was around six or seven. That was when my parents were fighting a lot."

Bonnie watched as Scott looked out the window. What did his story have to do with anything?

"My dad was...difficult. he did not like a lot of the things I did sometimes."

Bonnie listened to his voice drop. It became chilly and venomous. Scott's expression had contorted into anger.

"Scott..."

"He did not like me. I mean I never understood that, but that's what it felt like. So things like my asthma felt as if it only made him hate me more."

"Scott..."

"I stopped using it. But I needed a way to help me...so I would pretend that I was taken away somewhere...anywhere, away from my family. Or at least anything related to my dad. All the fighting, it got to me. Then the divorce. That was rough. I could use my inhaler again, but I just laid in bed...and stared at the ceiling...and would just go. Go anywhere that my mind and heart would let me. I did that for years. It was like my own little world. But...it hurt me a bit. Eventually it was not just for home, but school. I was a weak kid, and that made me an easy target at times. I'm not exactly the smartest, and back then I looked awkward; I mean my offset jaw, weird hairline...and I was scrawny. I was not cool, I was clumsy, and I had asthma. Didn't help that I was about as talkative and outgoing as a doorknob. I only had one friend for a while. Eventually I used it to escape from everything. I wanted to escape, and I did. But I had to stop. It wasn't healthy. It was taking over my life. I was becoming depressed because I had to come back to reality...so I did...it took years, but I did it."

Bonnie kept her focus on him, she felt herself getting dizzy and heavy. It was going to happen again.

"Scott...I..."

"I know you don't know what any of this has to do with your situation. But I think it has everything to do with it. See you are subconsciously redoing the spell that you sued black magic for. The problem was, is that it was for a spell that ultimately got you in trouble. And your Grams' was punished. I'm sorry to say it like this: but you failed. You failed your friend, and you failed your Grams. So both are being punished. Or at least that is how you feel. Bonnie you are punishing yourself for everything. I blamed myself for my dad's leaving and his seemingly dislike of me. So I made a way to make it better for him. You are doing the same thing. Except yours is fueled by your own magic. Bonnie you are punishing yourself and killing yourself."

Bonnie listened to his words, but fought to keep herself in reality. She closed her eyes, and counted to ten.

"You have to let whatever you are holding onto go."

Bonnie felt herself recede.

"How?"

She tried to open her eyes, but she was too weak to. She slowly succumbed to her fate. This could be it. The last thing she heard before she left to the spirit realm was Scott's advice.

"You have to forgive."

A/N: This chapter was originally a part of chapter 20, but due to how hard it was to end this...I split it in two. So this chapter was heavy. Lydia knows, and she and Scott discuss it. I do imagine that Lydia having negative feelings toward Scott, and vice versa. Not hate, but they don't like each other. Anyway, Bonnie passes out in front of everyone, and once more in front of Scott. I wanted to give Scott a little background so...yeah...a lot of people seem to paint Scott's dad as a bad guy so...why not. Anyway Scott tells Bonnie that she has to forgive: but who?

Next chapter another (and possibly final) trip to Grams' house. The next three chapter update will be the last before a time skip. Expect Scott and Allison, as well as Bonnie and Allison. Then the official couple thing. A true struggle it has been to get to that.

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