Summary: After her father found her passed out, he decides to move her across the country after taking a promotion. They move to Beacon Hills, which to Bonnie is normal to an extreme point. Unfortunately Bonnie does not ever get to be normal. BonniexStiles
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Bonnie looked down at the the glossy pages on the magazine. It was some vapid magazine that Stiles had bought her to keep her entertained. The pictures were bright, and it talked about female empowerment, while also giving tips on how to keep your man satisfied. She had flipped through it more than ten times, to the point where she could not only identify what would happen next, but she could close it and read out word for word what it said. This was some gift from Stiles, and if she was not tired, and trying to be polite, she would have thrown it in his face. He could have at least gotten her a Vogue or something.
"Stop Bonnie. He is trying."
The girl whispered this to herself, scared that someone would hear her. She had been doing that for the last hour. She feared someone was always listening. Someone like Peter. The image of him invading her space, and her being unable to defend herself racked her brain. Bonnie tried with her might to get away, but he caught her. And then put her through the most intense pain she had ever experienced. Bonnie had a deeper respect for werewolves if that was what they had to go through every full moon. Her bones felt as if they were breaking and healing over and over again. Bonnie remembered the searing pain she had felt that night. She shuddered at the thought that it had only been a twelve hours ago when she was screaming in agony. Even after the worst of it, she felt her body tingle in pain, like needles were constantly pricking her bones. She remembered sitting there in the kitchen as Ms. McCall was checking her vitals as best as she could. It took her a minute to even get close enough to touch Bonnie. Stiles had to sit there and reassure her nothing would happen.
She had not let go of Stiles for the rest of the night. She ended up staying in his house, Mr. Stilisnki refused to let her stay in that house after what the mini explosion.
"What kind of adult would I be if I let a defenseless teen girl just stay after that? Come on you can stay with us for the night. I am going to call your dad. Also I might need to talk to you later about what had happened."
Bonnie was still a little out of it, so instead of truly listening she just nodded her head slowly.
The girl did not remember falling asleep but when she opened her eyes she was met with the image of a green wall. Knowing that this was not her room, she tried not to panic. The smell of the room did not smell like hers. It smelled kind of fresh, but a little stale. It also smelled like boy. The memory of what happened only a few hours ago flooded her thoughts. She did froze up at the thought of Peter. She started feeling the world press against her chest, trying to block her in some sort of box. Her breathing had gotten heavier, louder. She felt trapped, and it was at the mere thought of a man she had only met once. She tried to calm herself down, but to no avail. She let out a small whimper, wishing someone would just come in and be there with her.
The smell of the bed caught her nose again. She was reminded of how much like a boy it smelled like. That's when the thought of Stiles crossed her mind.
She remembered him being right beside her not too long ago, and even promised not to leave her. Where was he? Bonnie needed to find him, to be with him.
The girl snapped out of her thoughts. The way she acted not too long ago worried her. She was defenseless and she needed help, but part of her did not like being that vulnerable around anyone. She placed the magazine a small distance away from her, and stared at it. Last night had been possibly one of the worst nights she had since moving to Beacon Hills. Lydia's party had gone south unbeknownst to many of the party goers; then there was the mess at the police station, which Bonnie was still not fully informed on. As soon as she got home she was attacked by a strange man, who to Bonnie's surprise had a past with her absentee mother, Abby. Then to top it off, he blocks her magic and performs a connection spell on her. She was now connected to a newly ressurected possibly psychotic asshole, who was hung up on her mother.
"Fucking perfect."
She focused her attention on the magazine. Letting out a breath she narrowed her gaze, making sure it was solely on the page that the magazine was left on. She concentrated as hard as she could, but nothing happened. She closed her eyes and fell back, only to hit her head on the wall.
"Dammit!"
She sat back up, rubbing her head. She kicked the magazine off the bed, and listened to it plop down on the ground.
"Hey? You okay?"
Bonnie looked up to see Mr. Stilinski walking into the room. He was very dressed down then from what she was used to.
"Uh yeah...just hit my head on the wall."
Bonnie was tempted to point to it, but refrained from looking stupid. The older man nodded, standing some way away from the girl. Bonnie took his very tense demeanor as something to be cautious about.
"Uh, well I just wanted to come in here and talk to you about a few things. You know, ask you some questions and such."
Bonnie nodded. John took that as an invitation.
"First off, are you okay?"
That was the second time he had asked her that. But Bonnie did not call him out on that. Instead she just smiled and nodded.
"I am feeling better."
That was not a lie. Bonnie was back to normal, if not a little embarrassed about last night. But she was currently without her powers, which worried her, and she did not know what condition her house was in. Then there was Peter. Needless to say, Bonnie may have been physically okay, but she was worried and stressed in the worst of ways. But she could not let her neighbor know that. It was best to keep Bonnie problems separate from Beacon Hill problems.
"Alright, I can't determine if you are or not, but I called your dad, and he says he is on the road back. He said he was coming home, but not to expect him till Saturday. He asked me to keep an eye on you, and preferred if you would stay with us until he gets back."
Bonnie nodded.
"I understand you might have reservations about this, but right now, it is best if you do as your father ask. I will have someone come in and check your house to see if it is safe to go back there, when your father gets home. If you want I can go with you to go get some things for your little stay."
"That would be nice Mr. Stilinski."
Bonnie knew that was not the last of it. She was right.
"I also wanted to talk to you about what happened last night. Not now necessarily, but I need you to tell me, or someone, what happened. I am not going to press it, but..."
Bonnie looked away. This was the primary reason she never liked involving others in her affairs. Back at home, it was always the group that knew. When people outside got involved they would end up hurt, even dead. She remembered the night when she was going to tell everyone everything about what was happening with her. The look on Allison's face, all her fears and worries breaking her in that moment. She knew it was best not to extend the problems they had with her. Plus Bonnie would rather stay out of the Argent's eyes. She finally returned her gaze back to Mr. Stilinski, and shook her head. The older man just sighed.
"It has only been a few hours, but you cannot just let this go. I cannot just let this go. Someone, or something might try to attack you or someone else. I said I can't force you, and I won't. Just don't let this slip away as if nothing happened."
John waited for Bonnie to say something, hoping she would confess to what had happened, but got nothing. He just nodded, and decided to move ot another subject.
"So I know this is your spring break and all, I am not going to be restrictive on your movements, but I am going to ask if you stay in with us for the next few days, I will let you go by yourself when I think it is okay. You can call people over if you want...no parties though..."
Bonnie laughed at that. John gave her small smile and a nod.
"If you want to go anywhere right now, ask me or Stiles."
Speaking of.
"Hey where is Stiles?"
John rolled his eyes.
"He is having Stiles' time. He should be done in like ten minutes."
John did not realize what he had said until Bonnie's face dropped. Shit.
"No I did not mean that! I meant he just stands in the bathroom and look at himself and...I should probably stop talking."
Bonnie nodded.
"Let's go get some things okay?"
Another nod.
Stiles rubbed his neck for the fifth time that day. It did not hurt or anything, on the contrary it felt as normal as it could. But to Stiles that particular spot was on fire. It had been around twelve when he woke up for the second time. He tried to get up, not realizing the weight that was holding him down. Looking to his side he discovered Bonnie holding onto him as tightly as possible. The second he come to realize Bonnie was latched on to him his bladder started acting up. He felt it hit him like a ton of bricks, with his immediate reaction was to jerk. As soon as that happened, of course Bonnie would react. She gave a small grunt, which Stiles thought was cute, and moved closer. Her face already being near his beck snuggled closer. Stiles was caught between heaven and hell; his bladder demanding attention, but one of the prettiest girls he had ever met was cuddling into him. That was when he felt her lips on his neck. Stiles did not know if he could count that as a kiss, and he really did not think about it, instead he just felt her soft lips just sit connected to his skin. They never pressed any harder, but that was enough for Stiles. The contact was enough.
Stiles knew it was not going to last, and to not look as creepy as possible, he nudged the girl that was currently trying to become one with him.
"Uh Bonnie."
Once again a grunt.
"Bonnie?"
"Stiles..."
"Uh...I need to get up..."
"Why?"
Bonnie had to be out of it, she was talking to him and still stuck on him like this.
"I kind of need to go to the bathroom..."
"Hold it."
"I really can't."
"Five more minutes..."
"If you want to float in a bed of yellow liquid..."
Before he could even finish the girl detached herself from him, turned over, and puller the blanket over her head. Stiles jumped up and ran out of the room. He was just about to make it to the bathroom when he bumped into his dad.
"Did you just come out of your room?"
Without a single thought, Stiles nodded. He tried to manuever past his dad, but the bigger man grabbed his arm, stopping him. Stiles looked into his dad's face, ready to whine, but stopped when he looked in his dad's eyes. It had to have been the sternest, scariest look he had ever seen from his dad.
"Uh dad..."
"You were not supposed to sleep in the same room with her. Did I not tell you this earlier?"
Stiles nodded.
"So explain to me why you decided, once again, to disobey me?"
"She asked me to."
"Not good enough. You should have talked her down."
"Dad she is not like that."
"Stiles last night she was crying, in the kitchen, and it looked like she was in pain. She is probably still reeling from the situation."
"Yes, so why would I deny her. She looked scared, dad I could just tell her no. Plus when we started it was me on one side of the bed and her on the other..."
"You were in the same bed?"
Stiles regretted saying that.
"Yes...but nothing happened. What would I look like if I took advantage of a girl in a situation like this?"
"Regardless, you are not sleeping that room with her again. In any room. If you feel like you are going to fall asleep, remove yourself from her vicinity. Even if that means just sliding your pale narrow ass into the hallway. Do I make myself clear?"
Stiles nodded. John released his son and let out a sigh. He would apologize for his tone and actions alter right now he had to get going.
"Stiles I need you to go to the store really quick if you don't mind."
"Sure, I just really have to go to the bathroom really really badly."
Before John could even say anything the boy scrambled towards the bathroom. He did not even close the door. John heard the sound of his son "freeing the beast", as Stiles liked to call it, and a very audible sigh of relief. He closed his eyes, and then heard a door close. He turned to see the bathroom door still open.
"Oh crap."
"What?"
"Nothing Stiles."
Stiles sat in his room, looking at his computer screen, waiting for anything to come to him. When he got out of the bathroom, he was met with an empty house. He knew his dad was going to go into the police station to see if there was anything he could do to help. But that did not account for Bonnie. He went over to his window to see if she was in her room. He could not see her. He even made his way to the house. The first thing he noticed when he made his way outside was that his dad's car was missing. Still he did not want to chance something. He walked into the house, and was surprised by how normal it looked. Considering the fact that the events from the night before should have left some sort of damage. The house was not a complete mess. Sure there were some broken items and the furniture did look a little out of order. But other than that, nothing seemed too out of place.
He did not stay long, know that she was not there.
"So she is with my dad...great..."
He had made his way back to his room, and then proceded to sit at the computer and try to accomplish something. But for the last twenty minutes nothing came to mind.
"Well fuck...this is hopeless."
"Sure is."
The sound of that voice scared Stiles, causing him to jump in his chair. He almost squealed, but forced himself not knowing that his voice was not exactly manly when he got scared. He turned around to see Erica standing there.
"Erica?"
The girl nodded.
"We need to talk Stiles."
"You will call Stiles as soon as you are ready to leave, okay?"
Bonnie nodded.
"Alright, you better be thankful Lydia's parents are home. I would have not let you come over if they were not here."
Bonnie smiled.
"I should be home by ten, so if you want to invite people over, you know to keep you company you can...no parties though."
"Mr. Stilinski, thank you. I will be fine."
John nodded. He looked at the watch on his wrist and waited. Bonnie knew what he was waiting for. She gave a final nod, and made her way into Martin's residence. Once John felt sure she was okay, he made his way to his car and off to work.
Bonnie looked at Lydia. She was just flipping through a magazine, but she was not really paying attention to it. Bonnie sat on the edge of the girl's bed and smiled.
"Hey Lydia."
"Hello."
"So, how are you this fine Saturday afternoon?"
Lydia shrugged.
"Tired. No drained."
Bonnie nodded.
"Well that's what happens when you host a bomb party like yours last night."
Lydia looked up at her, making Bonnie feel uncomfortable. Lydia closed her eyes and sighed. She sat up, threw the magazine to the side of her bed, and puller her hair into a messy ponytail. This had to be the most relaxed Bonnie had ever seen Lydia. But even with her shirt and sweats,s he still had that very pointed, very elegant air about her. Once the mass of red hair was piled on top of her head, Lydia focused her attention on Bonnie.
"I know you're a witch."
Bonnie's heart dropped at those words. She had two options at the moment, she could either fake it, which Lydia was not really going to fall for, or she could own up to it. She decided for the latter.
"How do you know this?"
"Well, first off it started two days after you had your friend Elena do that thing on us."
Bonnie was shocked. She remembers being compelled? But how?
"How do you remember that?"
Lydia shrugged.
"I mean it worked for a few hours, but then it started wearing off. I started remembering that entire week. Something was going down, and it involved you and everyone else, which I am pissed that I still don't know about. Anyway, I knew you were special, and your friend too, but I did not know what you were. I did not know anything about the supernatural until he told me."
"He?"
Lydia turned her gaze away from Bonnie. Bonnie could see something spreading on her face. She looked guilty. That's when Bonnie remembered him.
"Peter..."
The red head only nodded. Bonnie felt anger rise in her. Not directed towards Lydia, but for Lydia. The girl had been used, and no one knew. Bonnie could not even begin to fathom the damage that was inflicted on her.
"When Peter met me for the first time in a long time...he was the one that told me I was special. That I am immune. I don't know what that means exactly, but I know that I am capable of not becoming whatever. Whatever is out there...I don't know what it is...but I am. But it gave me some light. You know. That someone had answers. Answers to questions about what exactly is going on. Peter told me little things, mainly about you. That you were different, and very powerful. He said he did not know who you were, but you were familiar. He had me get close to you, then spy on you. Those three weeks he had me looking through your stuff trying to find out if you were exactly who he thought you were."
"And I am..."
"I'm so sorry Bonnie. I did not mean to..."
"No, Lydia do not apologize. Sweetie you were forced into something that you had no control over. Do not blame yourself."
Bonnie saw the tears starting to fall. She moved closer to the girl, giving her a firm hug.
"He wanted some book of yours, and I got it for him. I had to take things. I am so sorry Bonnie. I know what he did to you, that's why I wanted you to stay here, so he would not get you."
Bonnie held on to the girl, even when she heard about how it was at the hands of Lydia that she was now connected to Peter. But she knew it was not her fault. The man was terrorizing her, and she was lost. Bonnie knew that feeling, and she knew she could no longer let Lydia stay in the dark, at least with her problems. She was not really involved with everything else, so all she could do was be as honest as she could.
"Lydia, look at me."
She waited until the girl stopped crying long enough to look into her eyes.
"You did nothing wrong. You are a victim in this Lydia..."
"But what he wanted..."
"Is not a problem, I have dealt with much worse. Peter is the least of what has happened."
She gave Lydia another hug, before she started talking.
"I won't lie to you about anything, but I am going to need you to stay out of as much as possible."
"Why?"
Bonnie pulled away. In that moment she could see a lot of Caroline in Lydia. The little naivete that covered her intelligence. She could not let Lydia go through what Caroline went through. Caroline was tortured many times to get where she was. Lydia was not a vampire, she could not just heal herself. What was worse was that while Caroline was able to seemingly bounce back, Lydia did not have that ability, or at least not yet. But that was what happened when no one is there to help you get through it.
"Because, take it from me, one person can only handle so much of this shit."
Erica sat in his chair, while Stiles moved to the bed. The distance was not much, but for them it was everything. Stiles wanted to speak at first, but did not know what to say. He had seen her around school, and she would smile at him, but they never talked much. The last week had been a bit busy for them, he was helping his friends find a way to handle Jackson, and she was dealing with her pack issues. Stiles had not the heart to tell her that Derek was an incompetent Alpha, but that just seemed a little off color. So they just moved along with their lives, not really talking about what was happening between them. Stiles did not know where Erica stood anymore, he had wanted to ask her out, but now he was not sure. Erica seemed so focused with her pack, specifically Boyd. They looked close, really close. Stiles wondered if they knew that?
"So are we just going to sit here and not talk?"
Stiles looked at her. She was smiling at him.
"Fine. I don't know if we could happen Erica."
"I know."
Of course she did.
"I'm sorry for wasting your time."
"I don't mind Stiles, I mean neither of us really tried. We kissed like twice...and then moved on."
"Yeah."
It got quiet again.
"So you're with Boyd now?"
"What makes you think that?"
Stiles shrugged.
"Well the last week I just noticed how close you are with him. I mean even if you do the crone work with Isaac, and you look up to Derek like a faithful pup...you just seem so close to Boyd. Like I literally see the looks you two give each other now."
Lydia sighed.
"First off, don't call me a pup, it is annoying as fuck. Second, I don't know where me and Boyd stand, and right now that is not important."
"Sorry, and why?"
Erica's smile fell. She got out of her chair and made it to the window. Stiles followed her and waited. Something big was happening.
"Look, watch out for those hunters. They are bad news. Especially Gerard. I am going to miss you Stiles."
She turned around gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was small, quick, but nice. Stiles just stood there, wishing he knew what was wrong.
But he knew he should stay out of it. He was learning that lesson.
"So I just ordered the Chinese, and I have an assortment of movies at my disposal. What do you want to do in the mean time?"
Bonnie watched as Stiles plopped down on the bed. He then realized how close they were and then moved to the floor. Bonnie had not taken a great look at his room, but she noticed the walls that she once thought were white, were now green. A green she could not really peg. There was a random picture hanging on his wall, like a giant sticker. It looked like some character off of Harry Potter. There was a snowboard on the wall, although Bonnie doubted that he ever used it. She also noticed a few random things by his wall. One thing was a flat screen tv. What in the hell would Stiles do with a flat screen?
"Oh...you see the tv..."
"It's not really hard to hide Stiles."
"Yeah...I just kind of thought..."
"Why do you have a flat screen just sitting in your room unopened?"
She turned to Stiles, he looked awkward and embarrassed. This had to be good if he was acting like this.
"Stiles? Who was it for?"
"Lydia..."
Lydia?
"Lydia?"
"Lydia."
"Why Lydia?"
She knew why, she and Lydia discussed it a few times. She knew of Stiles love for the girl. Lydia talked about how she was sure Stiles was over her. Bonnie had not been so sure. She knew of Stiles' crush on her, but she was just sure it was nothing more a crush that he thought was more. But what he had for Lydia was ten years stronger. It was creepy, but stronger. Bonnie was nothing more than him feeling dejected one too many times. If he could take a hint and look for someone else it would be easier for him. But who was Bonnie to tell him that? He probably would not listen anyway. He would still love Lydia silently, and express his infatuation with Bonnie in the open. It would pass.
Stiles did not answer. He just sat there, as if thinking of some sort of answer to explain his reasoning.
"I don't know."
Bonnie rolled her eyes and got off the bed to look at the items. She noticed a shiny gold bracelet. He really went all out for her. She remembered the large present that was sitting in the corner of her room, with Stiles stamped on it. He was hopelessly in love with her, and it was plain as day light.
"You know Stiles, if you like her you could just ask her out."
"Not happening. Plus I am over her."
"The flat screen television, the bracelet, and this...scarf says otherwise. Plus there is the big ole box in the corner of her room."
"I did not know what she would want."
"Why does it matter if you are over her, and she was never your friend in the first place?"
"Because..."
"Because?"
She knew she had him.
"Because I deluded myself into thinking I would get over her. Because she deserves the world. Because she is amazing. Because she is Lydia Fucking Martin."
Bonnie watched as he stood up. He walked over to where she stood, his hnd taking the gold bracelet from her. He stared at it, memorized by it.
"Because I am in love with her. Because I love her."
She looked at the Macy's bag. It held the scarf he bought for her. It was nice, and must have cost him a pretty penny. But it would not win her over. Stiles knew that. He was just trying to give her the world, even if he could not be apart of it. It was romantic in a sense, but sad. Bonnie was never a big romantic, so all of this was more so just near laughable. If it was not happening to one of her friends. One of the two people she was incredibly close to in Beacon Hills.
"Stiles..."
Stiles phone buzzed.
"Must be the Chinese, can we talk later?"
She knew that would not happen. Stiles was embarrassed of his feelings for a girl he knew would never care for him in the same way. She knew that Lydia barely cared now, and expressed her annoyance with his persistence for something that would never happen.
"Promise?"
She watched Stiles stop at the doorway; he turned his head, giving her a small tight smile, and nodded.
"Yeah."
A/N: So yeah. The next few chapters are still going to be spring break related. Eventually I will get to the season finale, and then have to go off on my own from there. Anyway: Bonnie is without her powers, and we will explain that next chapter (I explained it in the Author's notes of a previous chapter but now to get it in the narrative). Stiles realizes where his feelings for both Erica and Lydia stand...but Bonnie we are not so sure. Mr. Bennett is currently doing something (it is nothing major). John Stilinski is currently being her guardian. Lydia knows about Bonnie (which I don't think I explained that well...)! Now we need to get Stiles and the rest back in the know. If you keep up with Teen Wolf, you would know that the season finale aired tonight, which I explained earlier I will eventually have to come up with my own narrative, which will involve Peter, and two other Mystic Falls characters (Rebekah will be gone by that point in the story). Thank you to everyone that is reading this.
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