A/N: Prompt for this chapter came from the lovely onecoldn'tsee, whose reviews never fail to make me smile.

I've got a pretty good working list of nouns going, but I'm perfectly happy to add to it if anybody gets an idea and would like the prestige of having their name underlined up here in the author's note. C'mon. You know you want to. ;)

Bonnie used to joke with Elena about being psychic, pretending that the tingly feeling she got in the pit of her stomach was nothing, and the brief flashes of something that could have been the future were just déjà vu or symptoms of an overactive imagination. Grams had stomped those notions out the first time they talked about what it meant to be a witch—the first time Bonnie hadn't written it off because she was convinced Grams was just drunk, anyway.

The first rule, Grams had said, was to trust her intuition. So that's what she was doing. She pressed the doorbell a second time, and this time she heard somebody thundering down the stairs. It had to be Jeremy. Jenna didn't galumph around like an elephant and Bonnie always got the impression that Alaric felt like a visitor in the Gilberts' house ninety-eight percent of the time, and therefore never slammed doors, stomped his feet, raised his voice or made his presence known any more than absolutely necessary.

The door swung open and there Jeremy was, his hair unruly and his t-shirt on inside out and his jeans hanging low around his hips without his belt. It didn't take a psychic to figure out Damon was probably upstairs.

"Uh, hey." Jeremy said, lifting an eyebrow at her.

It was so Damon that Bonnie had to hold back a grin. "Hi."

"You do know Elena doesn't get home til tomorrow, right?"

"I know." Bonnie rolled her eyes. Honestly. She and Elena talked every night and texted at least once an hour. Jeremy really could be quite oblivious sometimes.

"So you're here to see me."

"Only briefly. Can I come in?"

"You probably shouldn't. You aren't one of Day's favorite people. Sorry."

"That isn't a newsflash. It's fine. We can talk out here. It's really only going to take five minutes."

Jeremy stepped out onto the porch and pulled the door closed behind him. They both walked towards the porch swing and sat on opposite ends.

"What's up?" Jeremy asked. "How's school?"

"School's good. Not as exciting as Duke, I'm sure, but Roanoke suits me just fine."

"That's good. I'm glad you're, you know, happy." Jeremy shrugged, like he wasn't really sure whether she was happy or not, but he was going to presume that she was. Bonnie had never really managed to put her finger on Jeremy. Once she was certain she had him pegged, he went and did a one-eighty on her. When he'd been interested in her, she could only see her best friend's little brother. When she finally realized he was more than that and made up a bogus story about Luka to get him to come to prom with her, he'd insisted they were just friends. When she found out about him and Damon, she'd been so sure there was something wrong there, but when she saw them together on the fourth of July they'd looked so right.

It made her slightly wary about what she was about to do, because she really didn't know how Jeremy would take it. He might be offended; he might be grateful; he might throw it back in her face for making assumptions.

Except it wasn't an assumption, the stern Grams-voice the back of her head insisted. It was intuition.

"I have something for you." Bonnie stuck her hand into her purse, her fingers closing around the ring she'd bought and spelled a few weeks ago. Originally, she was going to stick it in the mail, but it seemed silly since she'd be coming home for Thanksgiving.

"Is it a curse?" Jeremy asked warily.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "No. Let's call it a gift."

Jeremy frowned and Bonnie passed him the ring.

"Is this…?"

"Yeah."

"But I'm not…"

"No. But you might be, right? And what are the chances you're going to be anywhere near a witch when it happens?"

"But you're anti-vampire."

Bonnie sighed. "I'm starting to learn that being a witch means I'm in the supernatural club whether I want to be or not. And I'm not anti-vamp, exactly. I was just very strongly against what Damon was doing to innocent people. And he's not doing that anymore."

Jeremy looked down at the ring in his hands twisting it in circles a few times. "Thanks for not picking an ugly one."

"I considered it," Bonnie grinned. "But I thought I'd go easy on you if you've got to wear it for eternity."

Jeremy looked a little shell-shocked at the idea.

"Safe to assume you and Damon haven't discussed it too much?" Bonnie guessed.

"It's come up a few times. But it's not exactly a decision you make lightly, you know?"

Bonnie didn't know, but she nodded anyway. "I should get going. I get the feeling you and Damon were in the middle of something."

The tips of Jeremy's ears turned red and it was pretty cute. Bonnie couldn't decide if it was cute in an awww, Elena's little brother way or an awww, hot boy is shy kind of way.

"I'm sure I'll see you tomorrow when Elena gets back." Jeremy said.

"Probably." Bonnie smiled.

"Hey Bonnie." Jeremy stopped her as she was about to walk down the stairs and back to her car. He pulled her into a hug that lasted a little bit longer than necessary. "Thank you." He said, once he released her. "It means a lot."

She smiled at him, ignoring the way her stomach had tightened and her heart had flip-flopped when his arms were around her.

"You're welcome."

With that, she turned and walked back to her car. As she backed out of the driveway, she couldn't help looking up at Jeremy's bedroom window. Damon was standing, looking down at her, and she was pretty sure she saw him smile.

Then again, her eyesight was one of the few totally human things about her, and there was a bit of a glare on the window, and she had been known to have a bit of an overactive imagination.