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Summary: Sometimes you have to enjoy the quiet while it lasts.

A/N: Woo I'm making my deadline even though I don't feel 100%! (Now you guys also know why it might be a little lack luster.) This installment tags episodes 2.12 (The Descent) and 2.13 (Daddy Issues). I went more AU and I hope you enjoy it. As always thank you so much for all of the amazing reviews and PMs. You guys make writing this so much fun. O/T but if any of you guys are on Facebook and would like another buddy, PM me. I promise I'm not annoying. :)

Enjoy The Silence

The ground underneath the blanket was cool to Bonnie's behind but she didn't pay it any notice. Her eyes were closed and her hands were resting loosely on her knees as she tried to slow her racing mind. She'd read somewhere that meditating was a good way of centering yourself, and that is exactly what she needed right now. If her brain wasn't buzzing with thoughts of the upcoming danger, it was drifting into the past and thoughts of Damon. Stefan's words still hung heavily over her head and she didn't know how to reconcile them with everything else she was feeling.

A part of her wondered if she would always have such a love/hate relationship with Damon. Probably, he was so infuriating.

"Bonnie?" A shadow fell across her face and she cracked open an eye to see Elena Gilbert smiling down at her. "What are you doing?"

Bonnie slipped over on the blanket to give her some room to sit. "Just, meditating."

The brunette nodded. "I haven't seen you in a while. Everything okay?"

Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair and weighed her options. She could tell her friend everything and hoped that she understood, or she could lie and hoped the truth never came out. However in her experience lies were never the way to go. Damon lied and look where that got us… "Um, not exactly. Damon and I broke up."

"What? Why?" Her friend inquired, shocked. "I—I thought you two were doing great."

"We were but—well he's—" Gazing into Elena's big soulful brown eyes, she knew that she couldn't just come out and say Damon is in love with you. It would possibly make their friendship and her relationship with Stefan imploded. "He—he slept with Rose and then lied about it. Pretended it was nothing but a slip."

"Oh Bonnie." She reached over and pulled her into a hug. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe he would do that to you! He was—well he was doing so well being normal."

A nod. "Yeah. I don't know maybe it was because I hadn't put out yet but whatever. Anyway I was so mad at him that I removed our bond. Needless to say that didn't go over well with him."

"Naturally." Elena snorted. "Are you okay? I mean it didn't like hurt you did it?"

Not on the outside. "No. I just miss it sometimes though. Being that connected to another person and always feeling that safe? I'd gotten used to it."

Her friend folded her legs under her. "Have you talked to him since?"

"Yeah but not by choice. I'm basically trying to avoid him and he keeps popping up. It's like when we first met all over again." She smiled a little. "Except instead of being terrified I'm angry. Sometimes I don't even think he realizes what he did is wrong."

"Maybe he doesn't. Damon hasn't been on the straight and narrow for a long time now. He's used to getting away with a lot of stuff." Elena pointed out. "I think it's good that you're taking a step back and showing him that his actions have consequences. Though removing the bond—I don't know if that was such a good idea considering all that is going on."

True. "Yeah but it needed to be done. He needed to know I was serious."

Picking up a random leaf, Elena twirled it between her fingers. "As long as he still protects you it's okay. Man…" She sighed deeply. "I thought the worst was over after what happened at the Founder's Day party. But now with this Klaus guy and Elijah willing to deal… I don't know who to trust."

"Trust those that you've always trusted. Caroline, me, Stefan…even Damon." She said softly. "Elijah might be playing ball now but who knows what he'll do later on. If he's powerful enough to have witches working for him, he's capable of anything."

"Hm. It must have been tough to find out about Luka, huh?" The brunette asked. "That his dad is working for Elijah."

Totally. I can't believe I entertained the idea of being his friend and trusted him to help me destroy the moonstone. Who knows where it is now? "It's rough that most of the witches I've met besides Lucy have been evil, but whatever. I'm getting stronger and if they want a fight, I'll give them one."

"I don't want you going up against him. Luka's dad is very powerful. He got Stefan out of the tomb alone."

"I know. Believe me I don't want some freaky witch/warlock face off but I'll do what I have to do to keep this town safe. To keep my friends safe. I owe it to Grams."

"Be careful."

"I will be. So um, where are you headed?"

"I'm going to see Stefan and see if maybe we can't get lunch or something. I just want some quality time with my boyfriend."

"Sounds like a romantic time is about to be had."

"Maybe…if I can drag him away from his crusade to protect me. Being a vampire and living through the whole girl power revolution, you'd think he'd know better."

Bonnie laughed. "Yeah but he's from a different time when it was all the rage to pull out chairs and help girls outta their carriage. Besides if he didn't care, you'd be pouting."

"Heh maybe a little." She admitted with a big smile. "Bonnie, about Damon, I know you're royally pissed at him right now and you have every right to be so, but don't push him away completely. He loves you. He screwed up but I bet he's very sorry and he'll probably try to make it up to you in some way."

Maybe it's too late for feeling sorry. "We'll see. I'd rather focus on everything that is going on."

"Okay." Pecking her on the cheek, Elena stood and gathered up her things. "Hey, call me any time if you need to talk, okay? I'm never too busy for my best friend."

The witch smiled and waved to her as she walked away. Huffing, she gave up trying to clear her head and watched the people as they went about their day. At seventeen she already felt so old because of everything that had happened. She missed her Grams terribly and honestly felt like she didn't have anyone to talk to. Everyone had their own drama and issues to worry about; her included. She didn't think it was right to burden anyone with her problems, especially not where Damon was concerned.

Caroline was still dealing with being a vampire and having to hide that fact from everyone except Tyler, who was trying to cope with being a new werewolf. Matt was too busy wandering around like a lost puppy because Caroline wasn't talking to him—for his own good of course—and although Jeremy was a nice guy she couldn't see herself confiding in him like she could anyone else. He wasn't a little boy anymore but he was still Elena's little brother.

The best thing I can do is move on from Damon. Just smile and nod whenever people mention hearing him out to placate them. Not like there is any real hope for us. Not while he still wants Elena and possibly not even if he gets over her.

In all honesty she needed to focus on controlling herself and her powers. But it was so easy to accidentally make something explode and then feel a little better because of it. She was even getting a kick out of scaring the people around her whenever it happened. Of course she didn't wanna go all dark side and hurt someone, but whatever helped. Right?

It just sucked to think that Damon was her one chance at happiness and now it was gone. Surely he wasn't her one true love but sometimes she really wondered if anyone else would understand her like he did. For all of his many, many faults he did have a way of getting into her head and being able to relate to what she was going through. If the Elena bullshit hadn't happened, he'd probably be coaching her on how to release tension without making a deep crack in the middle of the street.

Yet it was hard to think of him in a good way because she kept seeing it flashing before her eyes like a neon sign. She kept hearing it like a soft whispered caress in her ear no matter how hard she tried to shut it out.

"I just have to say it once. You just need to hear it. I love you Elena".

Twitch.

"I love you Elena."

The tree behind Bonnie groaned and the branches literally stretched up towards the sky, the leaves rustling angrily. A few people jerked in surprise but then wrote it off as the wind simply being the cause. She knew the truth however and slowly she stood, placing a hand to the hard bark of the trunk. It shuddered under her palm, sending a rush of energy down her arm and across her chest. The grimoire told about using nature for spells but she hadn't gotten that far. Perhaps now it was time she did.


"Is there any reason you're giving me the stink eye?" Damon inquired, folding his arms over his black shirt. "Obviously I couldn't have offended you this quick since you just got here like what? Fifteen minutes ago."

Elena snorted and continued meandering around the living room, picking up books to put them back on the shelves. "Bonnie told me what you did, and I'm trying to decide if I want to stake you or not."

He arched a brow; she suddenly had his full attention. There is no way Bonnie would tell her about the whole incident between them because she believed in friend loyalty and all of that other crap. Better play this one close to the vest. "Oh? And what did the little witch have to say?"

"She said that you cheated on her with Rose." She looked towards the stairs. "I can't believe you Damon. Do you think this is some kinda game? What? Messing with Caroline's head wasn't enough; you had to go for Bonnie too?"

He frowned, ready to deny the lie but realizing a second later that he couldn't. Not unless he wants to tell the whole truth. "I—it was an accident."

Big brown eyes glared at him. "You accidentally slept with someone else? Did you slip and fall into her?"

Giving a low chuckle that lacked humor, he shrugged. "We were drunk and angsting about our issues and it just happened. Bonnie overreacted. I apologized and told her that I love her but she didn't believe me."

"Yeah no kidding." Elena shook her head and sat down. "And I don't think she overreacted at all. You were her boyfriend and you slept with someone else. Just because you're a vampire doesn't mean you're stupid. If you honestly thought she wouldn't be upset, you need to get your head checked."

It's like having Katherine bitch at me all over again. "Regardless of how I fucked up, I do plan to make it up to her. That is if I can get near her without bursting into flames to do so."

Her head canted to the side. "What are you talking about? She's mad but I don't think she'd kill you."

"I doubt she'd be able to control herself." Pause. "Our little witch is very volatile when she's hurting. Her powers are fucking up and she doesn't seem to care."

The brunette scratched at her forehead. "Bonnie is in control of herself. Maybe what you're seeing is her way of telling you to back off."

I suppose the message got lost in translation. "Be that as it may, if I give up now she'll never forgive me."

"Who says she is going to forgive you anyway?" Her voice was soft. "You know, you're like the first real boyfriend Bonnie has ever had. I think she put a lot of trust into you and…well…you didn't take very good care of it."

Damon's eyes squinted at the corners and his lips pressed into a tight line. He wanted to pretend that he was upset because she was saying these things but he knew that wasn't the reason. He was pissed off because she was right. Because he'd said things to Bonnie and done things to Bonnie that no one else had done, and now she felt tainted in some way. Rejected. Like she wasn't good enough.

And it was all because of him.

He really was a good for nothing asshole even when he wasn't trying to be.

Rubbing his chin, he conceded. "How do I get her back? She's your best friend."

Elena opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. He could see the wheels turning behind her head. "I—you have to prove to her that you're one hundred percent sorry. Not just some blanket statement with sarcasm thrown in. It has to be genuine."

He made a face. "What if I can't do genuine?"

"Then you might as well just leave her alone because whatever you're doing now? It's only hurting her more." Picking up a pillow, she swerved around him and headed upstairs to check on Rose.

Damon's hand balled into a fist and he thumped it against the table, tempted to use more strength than was necessary but decided against it at the last minute. This time a few years ago and all he'd have to worry about was where to hide the bodies, and where to get his next fix. However now he was concerned about Rose—who was literally scabbing a part in front of his very eyes—and of course Bonnie who wanted nothing to do with him. Chicks. Sometimes they aren't worth the paper they are printed on.

On the other hand what was happening to Rose was his fault and he felt obligated to try and help her. She was being a friend to him and it would be the civil thing to do. Would probably also be easier if he could just admit he felt guilty, that he liked her and didn't want her to die somewhere besides the deep, dark pit inside of himself. Baby steps though.

None of this would have happened if Katherine hadn't fucked up the plan. We'd be drinking from Parisians and this stupid town would be in the rearview. God I hate that bitch!

But first things first, he'd find a cure for Rose, send her on her way and then work on Bonnie. The first was clearly going to be easier. At this point facing a crazy werewolf chick was a cake walk compared to getting Bonnie to talk to him for more than five minutes. He'd try it the normal way though…just to see what happened. Share his feelings and all of that crap. And if that didn't work he'd hunt down the witch who tried to kill him and force a favor from her.

After all, Damon could be very convincing when he wanted to be.


Women are bitches. Annoying, manipulating bitches that deserved to have their throats ripped out and their spines used as tinsel for Christmas trees.

Growling, Damon wanted nothing more than to follow Jules out of the Grille and rip her head from her body. He could probably do it too but it wouldn't exactly help the situation. It'd make him feel better; that was something, right? Anyway if there was a cure for Rose she was not being forthcoming about it, and why would she? She was a fucken werewolf who got off on messing with people. She was like him but much more infuriating and not nearly as pretty. Still he didn't think she was lying.

Rose was basically a no one to her; a speed bump that had gotten in the way that night. If she died it's not like anyone would avenge her death. He maybe would just to kill some wolves but not out of any misguided loyalty that would bring some kinda war down upon the town. No Jules was just asserting her power, letting him know that she meant business. Unfortunately she did not know who she was fucking with either.

"Wow, you certainty have a way of getting rid of women."

Lifting a brow, Damon turned to see Jeremy Gilbert smirking at him from where he leaned against a pillar. "Shouldn't you be at home playing with your action figures?"

Jeremy grinned and shrugged. "Hey I'm just saying. You seem to have real problems when it comes to keeping a girlfriend."

Mouthy little shit… "I'm sorry have I stumbled into an alternate universe where we trade witty banter back and forth? Because if I have just kill me now. Otherwise I have grown up things to do."

The younger man shoved his hands into his pockets. "Alone though, right?"

Damon studied him, obviously he was hinting at something. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I heard Bonnie left you." He appeared really happy about it. "I think she made the right decision."

Who the hell asked you? "No one asked you."

Jeremy kicked off from the column and came to stand directly in front of him. "Maybe Bonnie did. Either way whatever happened between you two, she's came to her senses now so you should leave her alone."

The vampire felt the vein in his temple begin to throb. "You don't tell me what do to. Just because I won't kill you doesn't mean I won't rip something off you'd need later."

He stood his ground. "You're a real jerk, Damon. Bonnie is beautiful and she's smart, and funny and you treated her like crap. You don't deserve her."

No. No way. This is just too priceless for words. "Aw does Jeremy have a little crush? That's cute but let me give you some advice, stay away from Bonnie. She's mine and I get very possessive when I think something of mine is being coveted." A beat. "Besides didn't you just try to kill yourself over Anna? Fickle, fickle."

"Shut up." Jeremy's expression turned dark. "I'm not scared of you."

"Ah cause of the ring? We've established I could get that off you and have you near death before you could blink." Damon growled lowly. "I have too much shit going on right now to worry about some boy scout trying to steal my girl. Try it and I will end you."

Without waiting for the no doubt snarky reply, he turned and strolled out of the building. Would he really kill Elena's little brother? Honestly…he wasn't sure. He wanted to say no but the thought of him with Bonnie or touching Bonnie did strange things to him. He wouldn't want to cause Elena that type of pain but sometimes he acted rashly when he wasn't focusing. Maybe he'd just maim him a little though.

A person could function without all their fingers. Just ask Jonathan Gilbert.


Bonnie yawned and slowly turned the page of The Picture of Dorian Gray, tapping a yellow highlighter against her dark bedspread. They were reading it for school but she'd elected to buy her own copy so that she could make notes and basically write all over it if she wanted to. While classes were the last thing she wanted to pay attention, she figured doing something normal would help mellow her out. In her house, in her room she was just a regular girl with homework that needed to be done.

Who sometimes floats notebooks to herself when she's too lazy to get up and go to her bag.

Luka was still attempting to talk to her but she shot him down every time. She didn't care for anything he had to say. He looked hurt but that wasn't her problem. She had not lied after all.

Shifting, she pulled her plaid fleece throw tighter around her shoulders and streaked through a passage that she would need for the report she had to do later. Dorian reminded her of Damon, or perhaps it was the other way around. Both were handsome young men who'd at one time been…ordinary. Gorgeous but ordinary before being seduced by the darkness around them and forced to yield to horrible fates. Possibly there was a painting somewhere of Damon Salvatore, gnarled and tainted with his sins.

It would make sense. Not like they are written on him.

Suddenly her windowsill creaked and she jumped, sitting up quickly. A dark figure pushed up the sill and climbed in, and she recognized it immediately as Damon. Speak of the devil. "What are you doing here? We don't do this anymore."

He nodded slowly, standing stagnant. "I know I just…I didn't have anywhere else to go."

She frowned at him and then cursed herself for what she asked next. "What's wrong? You look…weird."

He blinked. "Rose is dead. She kept getting worse and worse so I killed her."

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I—Stefan said that you two were friends."

"Yeah well, being my friend got her killed. That should be a lesson to any other potential friends." His brows narrowed. "I don't even know what I'm doing here. I buried her body and then I just—I thought about going home and having a drink. Yet here I am…"

Staring at him, she motioned to the bed and tucked her hair behind her ears. She could be hurt and angry at him while listening to him. "I guess if you wanna blame someone, you should blame that Jules person. Or Mason since he and Katherine started all of this."

Damon sat down heavily. "I taunted Mason; that's why he came after Stefan and I. Hell I taunted Jules too because I didn't believe in the legend. And we both know I got under Katherine's skin so badly she turned Caroline into a vampire. I…destroy everything and it sucks because now I actually give a fuck that I do it."

She smiled briefly. "Life is what it is though. If I hadn't told you to give Caroline blood, Katherine wouldn't have been able to turn her. We make decisions and sometimes they backfire. Those are consequences and they're supposed to teach us lessons for the next time."

The vampire snorted. "I've had a lot of lessons taught to me over the years, Bonnie and to be honest I don't think I've learned a damned thing."

Biting her lip, she bookmarked her book and placed it to the side. "You learned how to feel again."

"Yeah and it fucken sucks. What sucks even more is that it was supposed to be me. Jules was coming after me." His nostrils flared. "I goaded her and Rose paid the price."

Her big green eyes gazed at the side of his flawless face. "There is nothing wrong with experiencing guilt. You should."

He scowled at her. "That would be human of me wouldn't it, and I'm not human. I'm a monster, a freak of nature roaming around in a dead body."

That is very true. You haven't been human for a long time. "Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Humans have done terrible things to each other since the beginning of time. Turn on the television right now and you'll hear about people killing for religion or civil rights, or just because they were bored." Pause. "It's what's inside that makes you give a damn. You feel guilty because of your soul."

His head jerked up at her words. "You still think I have a soul after all I've done?"

"I do." She replied honestly. "People can change. Some go good and some go bad. You shouldn't push down the feelings just because they hurt. If you block out the pain you'll only end up blocking out the pleasure as well."

Damon fell silent, his jaw clenching in thought and she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She was livid at him for hurting her but she realized he was struggling with so much more right now. He was trying to decide his very nature and she had a sneaking suspicion he wanted nothing more than to revert back to the murderous asshole that had attacked her in the woods all those months ago. All that progress down the drain…

Swinging her legs and putting her feet on the floor, she flexed her fingers and slowly placed her hand over his, giving it a little squeeze. His icy eyes followed the movement and his body shivered from her warmth. He swallowed hard and she could tell he was trying to hold back tears; his dark lashes fluttering with the action.

She couldn't be sure she'd ever seen this much raw emotion from him before. It was un-nerving but also refreshing that he could open up to her like this. "You…wanna just sit here for a while?"

He nodded mutely.

"Okay." Her voice was gentle, and she allowed him to change the position of their hands so that their fingers tangled together.

Here she was with the man who'd broken her heart and for the first time, nothing moved or exploded or cracked. All was quiet and she actually didn't mind one bit.


The following day found Bonnie making a stop by the manor to check on Damon before heading to the memorial. She felt stupid for even giving a shit but it wasn't a big surprise that she still had feelings for him. That she loved him—if she didn't it wouldn't hurt so much how he'd betrayed her. However he'd been there for her when her Grams died and she felt compelled to return the favor. It didn't mean all was forgiven or that anything had changed. She just figured being a bitch right now wasn't what the situation called for.

Letting herself into the grand home, she glanced around the living room. "Damon?" She smoothed her hand along the banister as she made her way upstairs, checking Stefan's room and then his. "Damon?" Peeping around the corner of the expansive space, she noticed the rumpled bed and then…Damon.

Naked, wet, in the shower currently staring into space Damon. Her eyes stretched twice their size and she tried not to look but it was ultimately a failing effort. She couldn't get her brain to send the message to her feet to move because it was too busy cataloguing each droplet of water that cascaded down his naked chest and abdomen to the patch of dark hair below.

The volume on the flat screen tv spiraled loudly and she startled, thankful for the distraction. She swirled around and touched her face, her cheeks were practically on fire "I um, the door was open and I—I just… hi."

By now Damon had snapped out of his dream world. "Hey. What are you doing here?" He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his nimble waist. It clung to the jutting hip bones.

"I…wanted to see how you were doing." Idiot. I am an idiot. "I guess I should have knocked."

He smiled at her. "No worries. Not like you haven't seen it all before."

"Not in real time." She smirked. "Anyway, are you okay?"

"Define okay." He strolled over to his dresser. "Willing to share my feelings with the world or anyone who isn't you? Nope. Over what happened to Rose? Not really. Wondering why you care? Sure, we can go with that if you want."

Bonnie rolled her eyes and leaned against his large bed. "If I recall you showed up at my house last night needing to talk."

He yanked out a pair of jeans. "So? That was last night."

Sigh. "Alright if you're gonna be a dick to me then I'll just go."

She started for the door but he grabbed her arm. "Wait. I just—I'm curious as to what your motives are. That's all."

She pulled away gently. "They aren't shady if that is what you're thinking. You want me to be honest? Okay I'm still really hurt and pissed at you. You broke my heart and you have me feeling like I'm on edge most of the time." A beat. "But, you needed someone last night and I suppose I'm just glad you came to me instead of going to…"

She didn't have to finish the sentence.

Damon ran a hand through his slick hair. "You know me."

I don't think I do. "Do I?"

"Better than you think." Stretching, he turned his back to her and dropped the towel. "But thanks for…caring."

Bonnie bit back a grin at seeing his naked ass and looked up to the ceiling inside. "You're welcome."

"You know it just makes me feel worse for what happened, right?" He slipped on his jeans.

"Oh?" The thought had crossed my mind. "Would you rather I tell you to go to hell?"

He chuckled. "No, even though I'd deserve it." Tossing his towel onto the counter, he watched her. "Look Bonnie I—I know I'm not your favorite person right now. I screwed up and I'm sorry. You didn't have to listen to me last night or talk me down, but you did. And if I had any common sense at all I'd make you leave and never see you again. You're too good for me, and I know that."

The witch averted her gaze. "Damon—"

"Just let me finish." He stepped closer, into her personal space. "We both know I've never made the smart decision before. So yeah, you can expect me to hound you and annoy you, and protect you because it's like…shit…I love you. And to be honest it scares me. People I love end up dead or worse, and I don't want anything like that to happen to you."

The bottles on his vanity trembled and she blinked her suddenly wet eyes. "Nothing will."

He looked to the clinking of the bottles before touching her shoulder. "We'll see. Anyway I know this doesn't make up for what I said to Elena. But I will, make it up."

Wetting her lips, she inhaled and stepped to the side, her head swimming with the smell of his fresh skin and body wash. She had to get out of this room; it was just too much too soon. "I should be going. I'm gonna swing by the memorial and then hang out with Jeremy."

He didn't try to hide his disdain. "He wants you, ya know? As a snuggle buddy."

She snickered. "He's Elena's little brother. I remember when he used to eat dirt."

"Well like you said baby, people change." He smirked. "He wants to eat something, but it's not dirt."

"Whatever!" Laughing, she waved him off and opened the door, nearly bumping into Stefan.

"Whoa. Hey Bonnie." He looked pleased to see her. "I thought that was you."

"I was just leaving." Glancing back to Damon, she ducked around his brother and hurried downstairs.

Please do not let me regret letting my guard down for a moment.


So Doctor Martin keeps Stefan, Caroline and Damon safe because of the deal Elena made with Elijah. Comforting but it still doesn't make me trust him. They all have some type of ulterior motive and until we find out what that is, we're not safe.

Elena snuggled her pillow to her chest and nudged Bonnie's foot, breaking her out of her thoughts. "So this news lady chick hit on Damon and he turned her down. He was rude about it."

The witch shrugged. "Oh?"

She nodded. "Stefan said he's at home right now being broody. That's how you know it's serious."

Bonnie chuckled lightly. "Things with Damon and I are complicated, and it's not something that can be fixed over night if it's fixed at all. I'm glad he's okay though." If we were linked I would have felt his distress…

Caroline sniffed and wiped at her eyes with a tissue. "Boys, suck! Vampire, wolf, dog…they all suck. So far Matt is the only guy who hasn't let me down. Technically anyway, and I can't even be with him because I'm scared I'll eat him. Well Stefan doesn't let me down but that's a friend way of course."

"Caroline, you're not gonna hurt Matt." Elena rubbed her ankle. They were all piled onto the blonde's bed in their jammies. "You're extra careful with the person you love."

She pouted. "Maybe for an old vampire. I'm still getting the hang of everything." A pause. "I wish I could tell him the truth but that would just be putting him into more danger. And I—I thought maybe Tyler and I—but now I don't even wanna look at him."

The brunette frowned. "It's like battle lines are being drawn in the sand. At least we have each other."

"Always." Bonnie chimed in. "Whatever happens we're gonna face it together. As sisters."

The blonde burst into tears again and her two friends chuckled, pulling her in for a big hug. All of their problems wouldn't be solved by too much ice cream or popcorn and bad movies, but at least one would be taken care of. At least now they knew who to trust and where their loyalties were.

~Fin~