A/N: It's a wonderful time to be a Bamon shipper. Thank you for your continued support while I bang out this story.
"I'm catching a draft out here, witchy are you going to invite me in or not?"
"Get in here, Damon."
The vampire extended a leg over the threshold quickly followed by the other and used the heel of his boot to shut the front door. Damon took a cursory glance around the apartment. It was sparsely furnished in the "broke college kid" style that was wildly popular with those establishing their independence from mommy and daddy.
He trailed behind Bonnie as she led the way through the darkened interior to a bedroom located on the left side of the hallway.
To his disappointment he could still hear the boy's heartbeat. The light from the bathroom spilled into the bedroom. When Damon took a peek inside, he saw the turned over shelf, the broken mirror, the contents on the floor. He snapped his gaze to Bonnie.
His mind began firing off questions. Had she and this dude gotten into a physical altercation? If so…Damon would take great joy in finishing whatever Bonnie started.
He cracked his knuckles. "You need me to take him out?"
"No, I need you to compel him."
Damon's shoulders slumped. "What? That's it? You need me to compel him?"
"Yes," Bonnie replied plaintively.
"You could have called Elena for that."
Bonnie did a combination of sighing and sucking her teeth. "Are you going to help me or not, Damon? This is your one shot to redeem being an asshole to me two weeks ago."
He held up his hands to simmer down Bonnie's impatience. "I've tried to apologize for that." She glared, Damon moved on. "You were skimpy on the details, but I thought you were calling me over here to get rid of a body. What happened? Did he hurt you?"
"No, I was the one to hurt him. I need the last hour erased from his memory. The only thing Hayden needs to remember is the explosive sex the two of us had. Not the fact I used magic on him."
A severe grimace twisted Damon's face into something downright demonic. He was used to compelling people to be still, don't scream, get good grades, leave his alcohol alone. He was not versed in the art of planting the idea of someone having explosive sex into their brains especially if the sex hadn't been with him.
"Are you sure you don't want me to kill him?" he tried for compromise.
"Damon," Bonnie reproached.
"I need to know what he did in order for you to turn your magic on him. You don't use magic for petty reasons."
Bonnie crossed her arms and moistened her bottom lip. "It was an accident. I had…I had a nightmare about Kai and it triggered…I lost control of my powers and Hayden surprised me," she rushed to explain. "I sent him careening into a wall and well…he was scared and wanted to go to a hospital. If he goes to the hospital he can tell what happened."
"And who would believe him?"
"That's not the point. I don't want Hayden to be afraid of me."
"If you like this guy, why not just tell him what you are?" Damon shrugged nonchalantly though that was the last thing he actually wanted Bonnie to do.
"Because…chances are fifty-fifty," she elucidated. "Either he won't believe me or he does after I show him I'm telling the truth and he's scared of me and dumps me. Damon…I don't have too many good things in my life right now, but," she stared at her unconscious lover, "Hayden helps me in his own way and for once I'm being selfish. I don't want to give that up."
That was a point Damon understood all too well. Nevertheless, concern furrowed his brow and he moved closer to Bonnie who dodged him.
He tried not to let it bother him. "You had a nightmare about Kai?"
Bonnie had had a couple of nightmares in the prison world either whispering Silas' name or Klaus'. Damon never got out of his bed to check on her knowing or at least assuming Bonnie wouldn't like it. Nevertheless, during those nights he wouldn't go back to sleep until she was calm and her breathing evened out suggesting she had fallen asleep once more.
He could understand Bonnie losing control of her powers because of dreaming about Kai. Out of the many assholes they fought, no one had come close to destroying Bonnie like he did. She was like a war-torn country trying to rebuild itself after being heavily bombed and riddled with bullets.
Damon certainly wanted nothing to hinder that.
"I'm fine," Bonnie cut him off before he could ask. "We just need to deal with Hayden."
"And then we're going to deal with you."
The two held challenging stares. "Fine," Bonnie broke first. "But not tonight."
Damon opened his mouth to rebut, but then his attention was drawn to the guy stretched out on the floor who was slowly regaining consciousness.
Sighing, the blue-eyed vampire moved into action, stepping over Hayden and slapping him twice on the cheek. He earned a groan for his efforts and an eye roll from Bonnie who otherwise remained silent and let Damon do what vampires did best.
"Hey…hey," Damon said and snapped his fingers in front of Hayden's face. The human blinked up at him, brow crumpled in confusion and before he could utter a single oath about who the hell was he, Damon stretched out his will and incorporated it into Hayden's, lowering his defenses, making his inhibition malleable. "Dude…you had an awesome night…."
A few minutes later and a freshly compelled Hayden, Bonnie found herself walking with Damon to his car. This brought a sense of déjà vu.
"Thank you," she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Don't mention it. Now about this nightmare."
"Damon, I said not tonight."
"I know you, Bonnie. You like to deflect when you feel vulnerable. Trust me, I know all about that. Dreaming about Kai in any capacity would be cause for concern, but being what and who you are, your dreams aren't usually just dreams. So I need you to be real with me. What happened in your nightmare?" Damon waited for her to respond. She didn't. "You need to tell me while it's still fresh in your mind."
Stubbornness held Bonnie's tongue captive, but a raised brow from Damon and a determined glint told her he was prepared to use whatever measures necessary to dig the truth out of her.
Bonnie diverted her gaze to a car pulling out of the complex.
For one second Damon allowed himself to be distracted. He smelled faint traces of sex, sweat, Bonnie's arousal, Hayden's saliva encompassing every inch of her skin. Damon never wanted to scrub someone clean so badly in his life because she shouldn't…she shouldn't be standing in front of him while coated in another man's musk. That was just plain bad manners in his humble opinion. Damon's jaw hardened.
But he redirected his thoughts to the true problem, the main event which was Bonnie herself. Bonnie, who was already so closed off, didn't know how to open the lid and let a familiar face take a peek inside what she kept bottled up. And Damon couldn't blame her.
She was looking at him again—dispassionately.
"Can we have this talk you're so desperate to have inside your car? I'm cold."
Damon nodded and opened the passenger side door for Bonnie and a second later sat behind the wheel. He cranked the engine and turned on the heat.
Bonnie held her fingers up to the vent and closed her eyes, mentally going back to that nightmare.
"We were at Jo and Alaric's wedding. Kai was there…knocked everyone out cold while siphoning power from the Gemini coven. You, Stefan, and Caroline were conscious. You tried to attack Kai because he had…done something to Elena. But Kai stopped you and basically had you suspended in the air while strangling you. I think he killed Jo. She was bleeding profusely from the abdomen. Alaric was holding her, his hands covered in her blood and he asked Kai how he had gotten out. He answered…loophole then turned to me and told me to wait for the grand finale. I woke up before whatever was going to happen, happened."
Bonnie slowly peeled her eyes opened and looked at Damon. He could picture the grisly scene as if he had been right there.
Guess it had been wishful thinking on his part that Lily's family would turn Kai Parker into dinner and drain him until he was a prune. It was possible Kai could be dead, but then…Kai had admitted to attempting suicide plenty of times with no success. Would that still reign true considering he hadn't been in his exact prison world? Guess it wouldn't matter either way since he had been connected to both.
"On a scale of one to ten, with ten being the most likely for something to happen do you think it's possible for Kai to find a loophole and free himself?"
Bonnie answered unequivocally. "Ten."
Mystic Grill
"I feel like I'm about to burst and my underwear won't stop creeping its way into my ass."
"I told you, you needed the next size up, Kourtney but you never want to listen."
"Shut up, hoe."
"Make me, bitch."
The door to the bathroom burst open startling both females hovering near the sinks stuffing pertinent body parts back into their rightful spots.
"How bout I shut you both up?" Caroline Forbes lazily walked over to the two ladies. "Your annoying voices were grating on my ears and I've had a shitty terrible day," she leaned in to sniff them.
The lighter of the two blondes stared at her aghast, then scoffed. "Sorry, I don't swing that way."
Caroline cocked a grin and examined her reflection. Her hair was wild, pupils way too dilated. Feeding on a user of prescription pills and weed she didn't think it possible to get high by proxy. Learned something new every day. She was thirsty, ravenously so and her day had gone to shit almost at the moment Stefan left her to clean up his trash. Caroline hated when her schedule went haywire and things failed to come together. It tapped danced on a deep seated insecurity stemming from her childhood when she noticed something off about her parents. If she could be Little Miss Perfect, perhaps her dad would stop flirting with their male neighbor who lived down the street, and pay attention to her mom.
Whiners cried over spilled milk. Those with ambition poured themselves a new glass.
That's what Caroline aimed to do…only there had been a snafu.
Stefan had decapitated her drama instructor which meant no play! How was she to make her acting debut in a no-ticket town like Whitmore if those with mediocre connections, at best, ended up dead? As luck would have it, a local theater had been holding open auditions for a play inspired by the book Gone Girl. Caroline had shown up ready to audition for the part of the head bored housewife who happened to be leader of the gossips since the two principle roles had already been cast.
About forty other blond-haired blue-eyed girls around her age and slightly older had shown up, rehearsing their lines when Caroline arrived. It had been a legion of blonde ambition that would have had any producer in Hollywood salivating at the untapped—literally and figuratively—talent waiting to see if they could make their dreams of stardom come true.
Caroline figured she had nothing to worry about, and when it was her turn to audition as "Tammy" she said her lines, included action, made sure her face held the right amount of shock, awe, dismay, scandal, intrigue, and sexual provocation.
"Thanks," the director and producer said flatly before yelling, "NEXT!"
The dismissal was akin to feeling like the help.
Caroline inquired through clenched teeth. "Um, I know it's premature and you have other actresses to see, but…how was I?"
"Look, maybe a few more acting lessons with a coach and maybe…" the executive producer tried to cushion the blow of rejection.
"To get to the heart of it," the actual playwright interjected, "you're beautiful in a generic way, but your acting has no personality. I didn't feel anything from you. It was a nice effort, but there was a disconnect. Acting is more than reciting the lines in the way you think we want to hear. You have to infuse whatever makes you, you into what you're doing, and I just didn't feel that. Thanks for coming down."
A disconnect? A. Disconnect? A FUCKING DISCONNECT! Caroline's mind raged. She stretched her lips into a plastic smile, and stomped off the stage. The calculating vampire waited until the auditions were done, until night fell, until the playwright and producer were walking inattentively to their respective vehicles.
Caroline picked off the producer first since he at least tried to be nice with his 'no'. His blood curdling screams were muffled by her jaws clamping tightly around his neck. She didn't kill him though. Dialed 911 from his cell and left it beside his head.
The playwright, Caroline followed him to his home. Snuck up behind him. "How's this for making a connection," she buried her fangs so far deep she hit bone and lacerated a major artery. Blood splattered violently across crown molding, dripped off the doorknob. "Asshole," she allowed his body to wilt to the pavement right outside of his front door where his three year old daughter watched from the window.
Caroline caught sight of her innocent face and blinked furiously. Her apathy told her to walk the fuck away; her humanity told her to save the man before it was too late. He had a family, a child, a daughter.
Like her mom. A shiver crawled down her spine.
Back in the moment, Caroline eyed her latest dinner prospects needing a new memory to wipe out, replace the old.
"I've done terrible things tonight. Things that would land me on death row, lethal injection," Caroline flicked her finger against her forearm where the needle would go. "And here you two are complaining about your poor taste in fucking underwear," she laughed drily. "I should eat you, paint this bathroom with your blood," Caroline flipped her hair. "But other than curing my hunger, what would your deaths prove? How shoddy police work is in this state?"
The two young women bounced concerned glances in an optical game of ping pong. They didn't know what to do, what to say, what to believe. Whether the blonde chick was serious or stoned or seriously stoned. But it was two against one and they had been in scraps before, usually with other drunk chicks. This chick in front of them would be no different.
Caroline witnessed the moment they went from being frightened to being ready to throw down. Defend themselves. She smiled—well smirked, rotated her neck and sighed when her bones popped.
"You should have begged," she told them almost sullenly. "I would have felt a little bad if you had begged."
The harsh florescent lighting made Bonnie feel exposed in a way that was unnerving. But this diner was the only place open at this time in the morning in a city that wasn't built with insomniacs in mind. The harsh smells, the sticky leather booth, the heat made her fidget and shift restlessly while her fingers drummed on the table surface. When she had been here a few days ago she had been so confident, and now Bonnie saw herself flaking away. Disintegrating.
Her stack of pancakes with a side of bacon arrived. Their waiter, the owner's overly friendly nephew smiled too brightly at Bonnie as he delivered her meal.
"Careful it's hot."
"Thanks," Bonnie muttered and grabbed a ton of napkins.
"Is there anything else I can get for you?" he laid on the charm extra thick like molasses.
"No, we're good."
Damon shooed the waiter away the second his bourbon and plate of fries was dumped in front of him. He knew without asking that Bonnie had been thinking. Damon couldn't say whether she would share whatever traipsed through her mind. As far as trust went, he still had making up to do to re-earn the trust he mismanaged, took for granted.
"What are you thinking, witchy?"
"That I'm going to have to find the loophole to Kai's loophole to make sure he and your mom's adopted family never makes it out."
"Have you come up with anything?"
"I need the ascendant."
Guilt flashed in Damon's eyes that made a muscle in the back of Bonnie's neck twitch.
"Damon what did you do with it?"
"I-I still have it," he stuttered.
"That doesn't sound convincing or reassuring."
The vampire sighed and tossed back his bourbon. "To placate my mother I gave it to her as a show of good faith. She doesn't know that it needs Bennett blood or a Bennett witch to activate it, nor," he stressed, "will she find that out."
Bonnie's eyes rolled. "Your mother might not be versed in this century but I hardly doubt she's stupid. She knows I was the one who did the spell to get us out. So what makes you think she won't come after me? She's seen me use it twice, Damon."
"I'll think of something."
"A lie is a stall tactic not a solution. I want the ascendant."
"And what do you plan to do with it once you have it?"
"That's not your concern." In that moment Bonnie felt she had become her grandmother. "The less you know perhaps the better."
Damon planted his elbows on the table, "You know if Kai somehow makes it out that he won't just be your problem. This is what we do, Bonnie. We face our enemies head on. We rely on each other. Sure I've been a dick the last couple of times we've seen each other, but you know I have your back. You know you can trust me."
"I don't know that, Damon. The minute anything threatens Elena and all bets are off. She's your pressure point."
Arrow, bullseye.
"She's not yours?" he challenged defensively.
The stoic expression on Bonnie's face never altered. "I've done everything I'm going to do for Elena. If it comes down to her or me…I'm choosing me."
Damon fell back against the booth—astonished. He scrutinized this new Bonnie unsure if he should applaud her for being cutthroat, or alarmed. At the end of the day they both knew he wouldn't let anything harm Elena, which was a conundrum because in Damon's mind that grace now extended to Bonnie. Yet she didn't have enough faith in him or trust that he wouldn't sacrifice her life to spare Elena's. And Damon recognized his actions had done little to suggest otherwise.
But this isn't a fucking competition, his mind raged. Elena wasn't the one in potential danger, wasn't the one who would need protection.
Damon didn't like what she just shared, Bonnie pieced together by his furrowed brow.
Bonnie picked up a strip of bacon and bit off the tip. She chewed slowly. "You do what you have to do to get me the ascendant. If plan A works we won't have anything to worry about."
"If it fails?"
"Then there are more letters in the alphabet. We have a timetable to work within. If my dream turns out to be a vision…we know when Kai will strike. At Alaric and Jo's wedding which is a little over a month away."
"Should I let him know?"
Bonnie gnawed into her cheek. It would be a precautionary measure which could prompt Jo and Alaric to either push back or push up the wedding, or cut the wedding altogether, run off and elope. However, if her dream turned out to be a nightmare then they would have worried the engaged couple for nothing.
Moreover, withholding what she knew could prove to be deadly. There was never anything as too safe when dealing with someone crafty, sneaky, and lethal like Kai Parker.
Infinitesimally, Bonnie nodded. "You should tell him…if I have the dream again. I usually have a dream three times before it comes true, and you know about the power of three. Mark tonight as dream one. In the meantime we need to hurry up and convince Caroline and Stefan to flip their humanity back on. We're going to need reinforcements."
"Oh joy."
"Suck it up," Bonnie finished off her strip of bacon and picked up another. "Stefan and I had a nice chat the other day if that's what you want to call it."
Damon's back went up. He knew what a prick Stefan was without his humanity. "What did he say to you?"
"It wasn't so much what he said to me but what I said to him," a beat. "He brought up my suicide attempt…I didn't appreciate that so much."
The suicide. Damon hadn't forgotten and neither had Bonnie. Damon blanched slightly as he remembered what he did the minute Jeremy reported he was able to open the garage door to let out the car exhaust before it suffocated Bonnie.
"The hell's the matter with you?" Bonnie snapped.
"What?" Damon fired back. Did she know he and Elena fucked like horses in a barn right after her failed suicide attempt that took place on her birthday no less? Classy.
Bonnie waved a hand in the air. "Never mind because I'm sure whatever you were thinking just now would somehow either piss me off or make me sick."
"Look," Damon clasped Bonnie's hand. She didn't flinch at his touch. "Your birthday may be the one time I found myself being grateful Jeremy Gilbert was around."
A divot formed between Bonnie's eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"
Damon explained to Bonnie what happened on her birthday. Filling in blanks she never thought to ask or question the moment she was home where she longed to be. Now things made sense about how the garage door seemingly opened on its own. How the Atlas ended up on the kitchen floor turned to the exact page she needed to find the headstone with Qetsiyah's calcified blood.
She sat in stunned silence. What Damon omitted was Kai's part in sending Jeremy back to 1994. His one decent act couldn't erase the bad and ugly.
"Maybe I should pay Jeremy a visit," Bonnie pondered aloud.
Damon sneered faintly, "I don't think that's necessary. Send him a fruit basket. I need you here where I can keep an eye on you."
Bonnie gaped at him drolly.
Their meal finished, lines drawn in the sand, Damon drove Bonnie back to Hayden's apartment complex. The ride had been spent in quiet contemplation, the gaps of silence filled with light rock music.
Damon shifted into Park. "When you get inside take a gotdamn shower."
The young witch wasn't offended but actually amused by Damon's puckered face. Her amusement grew until she was smiling. "You saying I stink?"
"I'm saying I can smell what you and Hayden did earlier tonight…I can smell your…you really want me to finish my point?"
"I don't need you to. Look at you, all jealous."
Damon swung his vision to glower out the front windshield. "Shut up. I'm not jealous. I just have a sensitive nose."
"He said jealously."
Leaning over, Bonnie nuzzled into Damon who grimaced and shouted, "Get your sex germs off of me!"
Pulling back she laughed. "I'll talk to you later, Damon. Thank you." Bonnie climbed out of the car.
For one harrowing second Damon twitched to smack her denim covered ass. Instead his hand choked the gear shift. "Let's touch base later today, Bonnie."
She bent down to peek at him through the window. "Okay. Be safe."
Damon idled at the curb while Bonnie climbed the stairs to Hayden's apartment. She let herself in with the key she swiped from the unconscious graduate student. He drove off regretting the fact he didn't try to convince Bonnie to come home with him.
Bonnie didn't get a wink of sleep after being dropped off. She took a shower like Damon rudely suggested and waited for Hayden to wake up, fighting against the urge to flee to the comfort of the bed and breakfast. Bonnie went back and forth if she should have asked Damon to erase her completely from Hayden's mind, but vetoed the idea. She yearned to be remembered in a good way because too many people in her family had been forgotten, their sacrifices—unrecorded.
Point blank Bonnie was tired of being erased.
Hayden woke up stretching his sinewy arms above his head, a saucy pout to his lips that inspired a tired smile from Bonnie. His fingers found their way to her cheek, grazing her smooth skin gently.
"You look tired, babe," Hayden remarked in a husky voice. "Did I hog the bed, snore too loud?"
Bonnie scrutinized him, waiting for any kind of recognition of last night's events to kick into gear. Hayden stared back with a look of admiration. Relief reveled in her blood and Bonnie shook her head and climbed on top of Hayden, pulling off her oversized T-shirt.
Her scars showed, self-consciousness flared, yet melted when Hayden traced one jagged scar. He had questioned her about them once to which Bonnie replied she wasn't ready to answer. He let it go and told her she was beautiful.
"Make me forget," she whispered their special code.
Hayden gave it his best shot. Divesting himself of his basketball shorts, Hayden sheathed his erection in latex, kissed Bonnie while strumming her with his fingers prior to sliding inside her, root to tip. Slowly he rutted into Bonnie at the right speed, with the right pressure that her mind almost floated away from its trials and tribulations. But the minute he flipped their positions, Bonnie was no longer looking into Hayden's carnal hazel gaze but into that of her tormentor.
Kai stared down at her, sweaty brow, mouth hanging slightly open. "I can't stop fucking you, Bonnie," he grinned in the same unnerving way he did right before plunging steel straight through her intestines.
She gasped sharply and had to stop herself from gouging her thumbs into Hayden's eye sockets. "Stop, stop, STOP!"
Hayden, lost in his own pleasure, stilled and stared at Bonnie confusedly. "What's wrong," he petted her. "What's the matter?"
Bonnie braced her hands on his shoulders and pushed until Hayden got the message she wanted him off of her. He slid out of Bonnie with a groan and proceeded to watch helplessly as she quickly dressed.
"I'm sorry, Hayden. I-I have to go."
"Bonnie," Hayden clamored out of bed taking the sheet with him that he wrapped around his waist. "Slow down. Tell me what's going on."
She snapped up after getting a sock on. Her mouth opened, shut; she tried again and couldn't find the right words to articulate what she had been growing terrified of. She was fucked up.
"I can't do this."
"Do what? I'm not pressuring you for anything, Bonnie."
"I know you're not, Hayden and I really thought I was ready…but," she sucked in a breath and slowly released it. Tears converged and leaked down her cheeks. She was standing in front of someone she liked who she just had compelled not to be afraid of her, and Bonnie still felt so…empty. "I can't do this. I'm sorry."
Grabbing the rest of her things, Bonnie put them on as she hobbled down the hallway to the living room, Hayden trailing behind the whole while.
She stood in front of the door moments from throwing it open. Hayden felt he had to get her to calm down.
"Bonnie, please don't leave while you're this upset. If you don't want to talk about what's bothering you at least stay until you're calm enough to drive. I'll make you some coffee, make you breakfast. Just…don't get behind the wheel."
He was right. It would be dangerous to drive while she was emotional. Yet the idea of remaining under the same roof as Hayden while she was having an anxiety attack made Bonnie feel suffocated. But all she really wanted to do was run, far and as fast as her legs would take her.
"You stay strong, Bonnie Bennett."
Hearing Grams' disembodied voice was the equivalent of an acupuncture needle hitting the right spot. If she continued to run, continued to allow Kai to slither his way into her thoughts without warning inspiring the hostile kind of fear that made her strike out at whoever or whatever was nearby, she'd never get her life back.
And if there was one thing Bonnie was sick of, she was sick of being afraid and feeling gotdamn weak.
Bonnie drew her hand away from the knob but didn't turn around right away to face Hayden.
He didn't move from his spot. Bonnie was throwing out every single 'stay the fuck away' signal in the book and he would heed her silent warning. After all he was naked and she had nails.
When she was ready enough, Bonnie pivoted but avoided making eye contact with Hayden. Embarrassment pounced and dragged her over to the couch where she curled up, hugging her purse and jacket to her chest.
"I just need to sleep," Bonnie whispered.
Hayden disappeared and reappeared with a blanket that he draped over her.
"Thank you, Hayden."
He said nothing, kneeled down to his haunches and sighed. "I just want you to be okay, Bonnie."
Yeah, she wanted the same thing, too.
Two days later…
He would choose to meet in a café. His dark clothing made him look urbane and chic. Like a man whose sole purpose was to seek out thrills and pleasure regardless of cost or extreme. His sandy blond hair caught the overhead lighting just right that it gave him a misshapen halo, and darkened the aqua blue of his eyes to violet. Bonnie watched for a moment as his lips kissed the rim of the little ceramic teacup as he helped himself to a sip of whatever he was drinking. His actions were a performance to throw off those loitering to and fro that he was one of them; completely harmless and utterly human.
After taking a sip of his beverage, a corner of his mouth curled into a smirk, but he continued to flip through pages of a magazine laid out on the table.
Hitching the leather strap of her handbag higher on her shoulder, Bonnie squared her shoulders and moved forward. For one moment she wondered if it would be in her best interest to pretend she hadn't seen him. It would be a waste because he could smell her.
Sucking in a massive breath, Bonnie crossed over the black and white checkered floor to his table.
He continued to keep his head down, concentration focused solely on airbrushed models printed on glossy pages while she stood there waiting to be acknowledged.
"Ah, Miss Bennett," Klaus lifted his head then. "Glad we could meet again."
A/N: Thank you, loves for reading. We have an Original among our ranks, what's going on here? I'll go ahead and say it doesn't have anything to do with Caroline, in case you were wondering. Stay tuned. Review, review, review! And in case you haven't heard Kat and Ian have been nominated for Choice TV Chemistry and Kat for TV Scene Stealer for the TCA's. Register to vote or tweet.