Stefan
The hour after Stefan and Damon discovered Elena was missing were some of the worst Stefan could ever remember.

He had returned to the home he's known for over a century, worried about what Damon might have said to her. Would her decision be made?

Instead, he found Damon still sitting exactly where he had been, but Elena was no where to be seen.

"Have you seen Elena?" he asked Damon.

"She just left with Bonnie," Damon answered.

"Did she say where she was going?"

Damon sighed. "Bonnie came, asked if she could talk to Elena outside, and they left. That's all I know." He poured himself another drink.

"She wasn't outside," Stefan said.

"Maybe they went off to talk about boys over coffee," Damon suggested sarcastically.

Stefan decided dealing with his brother was a lost cause, so instead he tried to follow her scent. Ten minutes later, he was sure of what had happened to her.

"Katherine has her," he said, walking to grab a stake from a drawer. You never knew when it might be handy.

"Has who?" Damon asked from the other room, where he still hadn't moved from the sofa.

"Elena." Stefan stalked out the door, fully ready to end the woman he'd once loved.

He had only taken a few steps before the door opened again behind him. Damon was walking out, also holding a stake and looking fully aware of what was going on.

"What are you doing?" Stefan asked, not stopping.

"I don't know if you've thought this through little brother, but we might just have to kill Katherine."

"Believe me, Damon, I'm fully aware of that."

"And you'll do that for Elena?"

Stefan looked his brother in the eye. "I'd do anything for Elena."

Damon returned his gaze. "Glad we're in agreement, then."

Bonnie
Bonnie was worried about her powers. She was afraid something was wrong. Every once in a while, she would wake up in a place she didn't know. The other day it had been in an unfamiliar house, and just a few hours ago it had been in the woods. Grams had never talked about anything like this happening.

She'd tried everything she could think of to find out what was wrong. Nothing had worked or given her any memories back about how she'd gotten to those places.

Her last idea was to meditate, and focus on herself instead of anyone else. It took a long time to calm her mind down enough to clear it. After that it was just a matter of routine. Instead of extending her mind to others, she pulled it and focused all of her energy.

There was something there, a small wall that was holding something back. She wouldn't have been able to find it any other way, but even now she couldn't see any way around it. She tried throwing thoughts at it, and bursts of energy. When that didn't work, Bonnie used her last store of energy to focus on it in a way she'd never focused on anything before.

Slowly, it went away. When she was exhausted and the wall finally fell, a rush of memories came to her. It was herself, but she felt different. Her thoughts were different, and so were her loyalties. Katherine was the woman she had been helping all these times.

Suddenly it all made sense, but she didn't want to know anymore. She had done awful things that she never would have thought herself capable of. Giving information on Elena, Stefan and Damon's whereabouts, finding books for Katherine, and, her deepest betrayal, delivering Elena. How could she?

It was too much! She couldn't take anymore. Ever since the Founders Day she'd been Emily's puppet. She hadn't remembered anything from the blackouts, but Emily knew everything she did. Emily lived inside her, and the idea scared Bonnie more then anything. She wanted her ancestor out.

First she called the Salvatore house, but no one answered, so she figured they already knew about Elena. She would have gone and helped herself if she hadn't been worried about Emily taking over and making her fight the brothers or hurt Elena.

After that, she called Tyler, the first person she could think of to help. He answered the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Tyler, it's Bonnie. I... I need help."

"Where are you?"

"At home."

"I'll be right there."

It didn't take long, just like he promised. Bonnie was so freaked out, she was almost in tears. She didn't think before throwing her arms around Tyler in a huge hug. He returned it, and she realized how thankful she was for him. He was a safe haven. Her safe haven, or he might be.

"What happened?" he murmured into her ear. After reading his fathers journal, Tyler had been much more at peace, she'd noticed. He understood why everything was happening the way it did, and that made all the difference.

Bonnie explained everything she'd learned and he listened. When she was done, he told her again everything he knew about witches, which she appreciated.

When they were done talking, both were sitting on the side of her bed. Bonnie leaned her head against his shoulder, saying, "Thanks for coming. I'm sorry for freaking out and bothering you."

"It's no problem. I don't mind." She looked up and found his eyes. Their faces inched closer, and Bonnie felt the powerful Bennett blood rush through her veins. When they kissed, it was like...fireworks, she thought. She felt an intense connection to him she'd never felt with anyone before.

The witch and werewolf, she thought in the passion. Sounds like a great fairy tale.