Title: Comfort

Pairing: Bonnie Bennett & Tyler Lockwood

Rating: G/K

Word Count: 1,213

Summary: Tyler finds comfort in Bonnie

Notes: Another re-upload, set in season 3

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Tyler Lockwood walked into the near-empty Mystic Grill, no longer able to stand all the chatter and laughter that the outside held. Mystic Falls was currently in the middle of holding another of their many parties, this one was being held in the town square.

He instantly let out a sigh of relief once he was inside, though he could still hear outside, it was lot more bearable for his sensitive hearing inside the Grill. The hybrid walked straight towards the bar and compelled the bartender to get him a bottle of the strongest alcohol they had. After all, with what he's been through, he needs it. He grabbed the bottle from the bartender, threw himself down in one of the booths and took a long swig from the bottle, taking comfort in the warmth it provided him.

Everything was shit right now. He'd lost pretty much everyone he loved because of this whole sire bond deal. It wasn't even his fault! He didn't ask to be turned into a hybrid; he didn't ask to feel like the sun shone out of Klaus' arse, but it happened. He had no control over any of it and none of them seemed to understand that. He was being honest with Caroline when he told her he wanted to put her first, he wanted to so badly but he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't. He may have hated being a werewolf, but right now he would take breaking his bones every full moon over being a vampire werewolf hybrid with an intense need to please the bastard that turned him.

He feels it all the time, he hates Klaus with every fibre of his being but he can't help the feeling that overcomes him when it comes to the older hybrid, he can't help but do everything he demands. He can't help it! Why can't they see that? Why can't they see that this is destroying him, too?

Tyler shook his head, a mirthless chuckle escaping him. He was counting down the days until Klaus or the Salvatore's decided to end him. Klaus because he was more of a burden now than anything and the Salvatore's because he was still under Klaus' control. His days were numbered.

A familiar scent reached his senses and he looked up from the bottle and saw Bonnie walking through the door and she looked just as miserable as he did.

Tyler and Bonnie had never been particularly close, they had their moments here and there but if Bonnie needed to talk to someone that wasn't Caroline or Elena it was usually Matt she went too. Though they may not be close, Tyler did like Bonnie, respected the hell out of her, too. He liked that she was fiercely loyal to those she cared about and would do absolutely anything to see them safe, even give her own life (which Tyler heard through Caroline that she was willing to give her life for Elena's), he liked that she was a friendly girl that was always there for anyone who needed it, even if she didn't know you well, he liked that she never put up with any bullshit from anyone and knew how to put someone in their place when needed. He liked that she was powerful, he didn't know how powerful she was until Caroline told him but she also said that Bonnie had an extra boost of power from some sort of witch spirits or something but with just her own power she was still strong.

But most of all, he like that it was Bonnie who nearly ended Klaus months ago, the night of the sacrifice. He liked that tiny little spitfire Bonnie Bennett nearly killed the all mighty hybrid. He wished that he could have been there to witness that.

Tyler raised his hand to wave the witch over to him when she caught sight of him. He could notice in the way she walked and in the way she held herself that it hasn't been a good day for her. He knew that it had something to do with Jeremy leaving town before they could sort out their relationship but he could just tell that there was something else there beneath the surface.

"Hey, Bennett," he greeted when she arrived at the table and he held out his half full bottle of alcohol to her which she gladly accepted and took a quick swig of it. He couldn't help the small smile appear on his lips when she scrunched her face up after swallowing the liquid.

"Hey," she greeted back and handed him the bottled.

"Why aren't you out there?" He asked, moving his head to motion the ongoing party outside.

"Not in the mood," she simply replied, "why aren't you?" she asked and reached for the bottle again.

"Don't think I'm wanted out there," he answered with a bitter laugh. Caroline had helped set the party up and every time that he tried to get her attention she just left in the other direction. He couldn't blame her though, after all, he did bite her and nearly kill her.

The next few minutes between them were spent in silence, both of them just passing the bottle back and forth after taking a swig of it.

"I'm sorry," she said out of the blue, breaking the silence between them.

"For what?" he asked her, curious.

"That you got caught up in everything. That you were turned into a hybrid."

Tyler shrugged his shoulders, "It's not so much being a hybrid that bothers me it's the consequence of the sire shit that comes with it."

"What's it like? Being sired?" She asked him.

"It fucking sucks, I feel loyal to a psycho douche bag that I would do anything for if it pleased him even if it killed me."

"You can't control it?"

Tyler shook his head, "I wish I could, but I can't."

"I'm surprised you are even talking to me, with everything that I've done, taking Jeremy off vervain and biting Caroline," he admitted and drank the last of the bottle. Both a perk and a downside of being a hybrid, he didn't get drunk easy, great for parties, not so much when he just felt like drinking his troubles away.

"I don't like what you did, you nearly killed both of them and if you had done that…" she trailed off, not liking the thought of two people she held dearly to her die. "But you can't be held to blame, Tyler, you are being controlled by Klaus and that isn't your fault," she said and reached out her hand to cover his that was laying on the table. Tyler looked up Bonnie as she was talking, he knew that nothing could excuse what he had done but right now what Bonnie was saying was what he needed to hear. "I know that you would never intentionally hurt any of us, Tyler," Tyler moved his hand so that instead of her hand just covering his; their fingers were now laced together.

"Thanks, Bonnie," he said softly and when she looked up at him and sent him a soft smile, it had been the best he had felt in weeks.

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