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Author's Note: The events in this piece are slightly different from canon's S07E19 flashbacks. Mostly because I have Bonnie partially forget because trauma does that to you. Anyway, the rest I deliberately changed because I like Enzo and I don't like how they went back and forth on his behavior, so I have him genuinely concerned for Bonnie enough to help her because we all know how her alleged friends never come to her aid when she needs it most. [eyeroll] Enjoy.

Warning Tag: Perceived Kidnapping; Drugging

Word Count: 1,201

Save You, Save Me

When Bonnie came to, groggily looking around the room she was in, it was immediately apparent she was not in her dorm room. Log cabin walls instead surrounded her, the lodge-like furniture carved from wood and heavily stained give it an unnerving glossy plastic look. Even the navy blue plaid patterned blanket gave her that cliché feeling of typical mountain resort getaway.

The why was all what came to mind, and the how. All she remembered was opening her door to someone knocking and that was it, she couldn't even recall a face before she blacked out.

Maybe the Armory did get to her after all, not heeding the warning from Enzo about them because she just couldn't trust a single word that came out of his pretty little mouth.

Bonnie shook her head at that thought, scowling at the door as she strained her hearing to see if there was anyone lurking on the other side of it. If it was Enzo who took her… she had a few select words for him.

Heading for the door, she yanked it open to be met with an empty cabin. A fire was burning in the fireplace, and she moved toward it to take in its heat. Looking around, there were boxes and boxes of files and papers, the desk in the corner was covered in them as well. Based on what was written on the sides, they were from the Armory. They must be some kind of archives or something. Shivering, she decided to sit in front of the fire, mesmerized by its flames. She felt strange, and she wondered what the heck she was injected with that was mixed with what caused her to pass out.

She uttered under her breath, swishing a hand in front of her to test her powers; nothing.

Before Bonnie could process the lack of magic, the front door closed behind her and she shot to her feet, curling her hand around the iron poker in front of her, ready for her kidnapper. Despite the faint steps made, she braced herself, twirling around quickly when she anticipated for them to be close, she put all her force behind the swing of the fire poker to hit the culprit.

Enzo caught it with little effort. Bonnie glared at him, futile tugging at the tool.

"You!" she spat, lunging her body into the weapon in an attempt to nick him in the side before breaking for the door.

He was in front of her immediately, and she slammed into his torso. "Let go of me!"

She struggled against his gentle grip, trying to cast a spell to throw him back, to cause an aneurysm, anything… nothing was working. He used the leverage on her to escort her to sit on the couch.

"You are not a prisoner, Bonnie," Enzo said calmly. "I am only trying to protect you."

"I don't need your protection!" she hissed.

"Listen," he said, sighing as he put his hands on his hips, "the Armory wants you for something, and regardless of who I warned about this, none of your friends cared about your safety. You're lucky I got to your dorm before the Armory did because you'd be in an entirely different place than you are now."

Bonnie jutted out her chin, eyes sharpening. "So I am a prisoner? And don't you work for the Armory?" She gestured to all the document boxes stacked in the corner. "How do I know you aren't just holding me for them? Somehow blocking my powers to protect yourself?"

"I work for no one," he said seriously, eyes glinting at her accusation. "You need to trust me, I intend to keep you safe. Something your so called friends had no care in doing. In return, all I ask is that you help me research why they want you and what the Armory is hiding."

She was immediately defeated then, knowing that he was right. When it came to her safety and her priorities, no one put them above their own like she'd done for them countless times before. If the Armory was truly after her, and Enzo's intentions were pure, she had no reason to doubt his courtesy and protection. But if she knew people, and she did very well, they always had a motive. Well, she had a motive, too.

"Alright, say I accept your protection. If I am to stay here, I set the ground rules."

Enzo smirked at this, tilting his head ever so slightly. "I expect nothing less."

Eight Months Later...

Bonnie was cooking a steak on the stove when Enzo breezed through the front door. She stopped feeling tense at his presence now, instead she started looking forward to his sporadic visits. They held up both of their ends to this arrangement, she looked through every piece of paperwork he had and continued to bring while he in turn kept her location secret. She went out when she pleased, going to the edge of the woods where service was just barely detectable on her phone to check her social media and keep tabs on everyone, but couldn't do it for more than a few minutes at a time for risk of being tracked. She gathered firewood and took a lot of walks, charting out the lay of the land in the process in case anything did happen and she needed to know where she was going without getting completely lost.

He approached her, looking over her shoulder as she flipped the steak over to sear the other side.

"Late night."

"They like to keep me busy," Enzo responded, hazarding a brush of his hand across her jawline. "But I got something that is quite intriguing and could be a lead as to what they have in their possession."

"Oh?" Bonnie looked up from her dinner for a moment. "Trying to distract me so I burn myself or my food now are we? A new way to sabotage me?"

She nudged him with her hip, and he smirked slightly at her teasing gesture. "I'd never. Burning a steak would be an absolute crime."

Satisfied with her sear, she stepped back to open the oven, throwing the towel around the cast iron skillet's handle to grab it and place it in the oven so it could finish in there for a few minutes. As she did this, Enzo busied himself by curling a strand of her hair around his finger.

"Is there enough for me?"

Bonnie turned around, leaning back into the counter as she looked up at him. "I thought I was eating alone tonight, sorry."

The potatoes started to boil, but were left ignored for the moment as the two shared the intimate space between them. He tipped her head up with a hand under her chin when she tried to check the potatoes.

"What if I said please? Would you share?"

"It depends on how you ask," she responded coyly, smiling innocently.

He leaned down then, kissing her softly while caressing her neck and shoulder. When he pulled away, she reached for the knob to turn off the boiling pot without looking.

"I think there's enough for two after all."