The Trap

"Bonnie's gone," Abby declared.

Sheila nodded. "So she fell for it." She watched her daughter's face. "That's what we wanted. For her to draw him out."

"I know."

"So why are you so angry?"

"I'm not angry. I'm frightened."

"Of what?" Sheila asked although she already knew.

"Malachai has got his hooks so deep into her. I don't know how we'll pry them out without cutting her, too."

"Hi."

At the sight, a flame lit at the top of Bonnie's head, burnt through her eyes and all the way to the soles of her feet.

She didn't remember moving but somehow, she had launched herself into his arms, her own limbs wrapped around him tightly as she planted kisses all over his face.

Kai had followed her trail from Whitmore to Mystic Falls, chasing her essence with magic and then with practicality – hot-wiring a car as it soon became clear that she was in a vehicle.

What he hadn't expected was that she was the one that was driving. Or that she was coming to him. To warn him.

To save him.

The two weeks had been torture. Wanting her. Aching for her. And being plagued by the demons that whispered in his head that they would turn her away from him. They would poison her mind and her heart against him. Use words like Stockholm Syndrome and probably worse and the next time – if ever – he saw her again, she would hate him even more than she did in his old life. His former life.

Now, he stood in the doorway of the Salvatore house, cold rain splashing against his back while the warmth of Bonnie's body and aura burnt his front and he felt his heart grow so light that it was a wonder that he wasn't floating, and taking her with him.

Her scent. The feel of her skin. Her voice in his ear.

Bonnie. Bonnie. Bonnie.

She was mumbling something in between frantic kisses that she was placing all over his face, her lips pressing like butterflies on him, and he had to hold her face with his hands to make out her words.

"You can't stay here," she finally said and she actually tried to pull away which was ridiculous because he meant it when he said he was never letting her go. "They're coming for you."

"Who?" he asked.

"My grandmother. Some man named Joshua. My mother really hates you. I think she wants to kill you."

Joshua.

His father was here. His father had found him.

Kai nearly staggered. But then, his grip on her tightened. Mid-sentence, he ported, taking her with him. The last thing he saw of the Salvatore's foyer was Zach's stupefied face.

They landed in his abandoned room upstairs.

She gasped, letting her legs fall and slapping her hands on his chest. "Warn me next time. That was so rude."

"I like taking your breath away," he murmured, his forehead resting against her own.

Bonnie. He could hardly believe it.

Her cheeks went rosy. "Well, don't. Besides I don't think it's safe for-"

She bit her lip, her breath catching.

"What is it?" he asked, at once.

"Nothing. Kai, you have to go quickly. They are looking for you and I think they will find you soon."

"Not if I have anything to do about it," he vowed. His grip on her tightened. "You're coming with me this time, Bonnie."

Her eyes widened. "No. Kai, I c-can't…"

"You can come with me," he said with steel in his voice. "Or we can stay here together and you can watch me die."

Her eyes fluttered shut. After a moment, she whispered under her breath. "Bastard."

That was good enough for him. He let her go – reluctantly – to dive into the wardrobe and gathered the Grimoires and Jo's knife. He put the latter carefully in a scabbard and tucked that inside his jacket.

"Let's go." He reached for her, and for the first time, he took a good look at her outfit. "What are you wearing?" he asked, laughing for the first time in weeks.

Bonnie stared down at her Minnie Mouse print pajamas, then blushed harder even as she lifted her chin up defiantly. "I was in a hurry, OK? To save you."

He smiled, and drew her closer. "How can I ever thank you…" His eyes drifted to her lips.

She licked them, instinctively and he felt the blood rush to his head.

But – and it almost killed him – he couldn't kiss her. Not here. Not now. Because it would start as a kiss but it won't stop there. It won't stop until she was writhing on the bed underneath him, her ridiculous pajamas in shreds on the floor as they set each other on fire.

So. No. That would have to wait.

He shook his head slightly and she sighed, pouting which made him laugh for the second time.

Then he gathered her up, stretching out his magic to transport them…

…and that was when the Gemini coven struck.

A/N: dundundundundun

Dedicated to JustStockton. :D