Unexpected
By: crashnburn_021
crashnburn_021@yahoo.com
PG-15 just to be safe, rating might go up.
I own none of the VD characters, if I did a certain Dark-eyed vampire and a redheaded witch would be in their private island going at it like rabbits. I do however own, a couple of the, such as Monica (who will be a developed character of mine) and the mention of a couple others whom I am not so sure whether they will make actual appearances.
Please review.
Summary: Bonnie. In the future, how she has grown and changed. Damon meets her again, expecting to see nothing changed; yet what he gets is something completely different.
Authors Note: In (sort of) agreement with the magnificent Kenzia, I do believe that Damon and bonnie were not meant for each other yet. However, the future is full of possibilities and I believe that each character has a chance to grow and mature and so has bonnie. So this is the bonnie of the future, maybe unrealistic to others, to very alive and real to me. I like to think of this as something that has never been writing concerning this character. Not a lot of supernatural occurrences, but real emotions and real issues mixed with the vampire/witch/supernatural factors that obviously dominate the VD collection
"No. No, no, no. That is unacceptable, Mr. Harwick, the contracts were very clear in outlining the terms of agreement to you and your colleagues. I am very sorry if you don't see them fit to your standards, but as you know our company runs the largest international contract lawyers in the business and we set the precedents for all the smaller companies. If I were to back down on this, what kind of example would I be setting? If I were to represent you in a case, any case, and I were to settle for anything less then the terms that you as my client agreed on, would you really want to have me representing you? I didn't think so. Now I give you until this afternoon to decide whether you want to settle or not, if you decide not to we will bring you into court and we all know how very unforgiving I can be when forced to waste my time. You will loose, your wife will end up with all the money and own half of your company, and you will have to face the world there on after. The stench of defeat takes years to come out. -- Pause before saying, with a smile playing on her red lips, --
"Not that I would know. I never loose, Mr. Harwick, keeps that in mind."
Satisfied with herself, bonnie put the phone down and leaned back in her plush, red-leather chair. Who would have thought it, 'small town girl, now big time attorney'? Bonnie laughed softly as she rotated her chair around to stare down at the busy streets of New York. Her town. What better way to start a day than to show someone that they were powerless against you?
Of course she had left fells church, there had been nothing there for her. After dating Matt for a year she realized that what he wanted and what she wanted were too different and there would never be any middle ground. So she had left, leaving behind the small-town teen with dreams of a husband, a house and a family and set out to find a new dream.
One where she could be great all on her own.
And she had achieved it. It might have taken years of hard work and dedication, of end less nights of studying, while her friends were out having fun, but bonnie had managed. She had set her mind on a goal and she dedicated seven years of her life to achieving it, seven years of law school and three years as a "barely-making-the-rent-low-raking" attorney until one case won her a place in one of the biggest law firms internationally known.
She had blown them away and the fact that it had been a women to do it... well, lets just say that a few of the older partners were less then thrilled when she was asked to join the board of partners as a sort of trainee. And now here she was, a twenty-six year old junior partner and if she won this new case it would bring her enough accounts to make those idiots in the board of senior partners realize that she should have been made a one of them immediately after the Johnson Vs. Mitchell case.
She really was going to enjoying rubbing it in Jason Maconies face. Chauvinistic, superficial, jerk. Now bonnie was by now means a nice person. She knew she was bitchy, manipulative, and down right cruel in some cases, but she was not sneaky about it. Everyone knew that bonnie was the 'bark and the bite' so to speak. Jason though was the silent snake, just waiting for you to let your guard down before attacking. But if he honestly thought for one second that he was going to steal the partnership that she had worked so hard to earn, he really didn't understand the disturbing depths to which Bonnie Angel McCullough would go to get what she wanted.
She really did scare herself sometimes.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
With a sigh bonnie pushed the intercom button. "Yes." She said, a ring of authority in her voice.
"Ms. McCullough, I just wanted to remind you of your appointments today." Bonnie had to smile at her secretary's shaky voice. I mean honestly, why would anyone be scared of a short redheaded woman. Of course, if that short redheaded woman were your boss and well known for her intolerance towards inefficiency, bonnie would be scared of herself too.
"Run them by me, please." She said more softly this time. And smirked as she heard Monica intake a deep breathe. Bonnie could only imagine the girl's tense body relaxing.
"You have a presentation at 9:30 with the Pepsi company and a----" Bonnie interrupted her irritated.
"What is that meeting for?" she really was tired of the Martin Kershner insisting on meeting with her for every little issue, how the man became the CEO of such a large corporation was beyond her. He was practically incapable of making a simple decision without consulting the whole of the Western Hemisphere of lawyers that represented him.
"He wants to make sure that the new add for Pepsi is neither degrading to women or racist towards African Americans and Hispanics." Bonnie could not choke back the laughter that had been bottled inside her.
"Is something wrong, Ms. McCullough?"
"No"-breath-"I'm fine"-breathe.
"Can I tell you something Monica?
"Of course." Monica sounded rather amused by my outburst.
"Mr.Kershner is a redneck incompetent fool, who couldn't care less if he offended every hot-blooded female in this country and over seas, and who thrives of making sure that the 'minorities' know he is white and in charge. The man is a hateful, despicable spawn and the only reason I even meet with him is so that those thousands of minority workers he has hired don't become sweatshop workers."
"I know. They may think you do it for the money, but I know better Ms. Mccolough. I know you try to help everyone, in ways that most of these people couldn't being to comprehend." Bonnie was silent for a moment while she let it all sink it.
"There might be more to you than meets the eye, Monica." Bonnie said softly.
"We all have our secrets." She stated before continuing with today's meetings."
Bonnie wasn't listening, still wondering what Monica had meant about everyone having secrets. Bonnie knew she had her secrets, but what could Monica be hiding. She stopped when she heard the name Salvatore. That really brought back memories. Memories of silky hair, dark eyes and soft lips. no she would not go back there.
"What was that?" She asked distractedly.
"Mr. Stefan Salvatore. You have an afternoon meeting with him at the Nuyorican Café. It's at 2:00."
Oh yes, she remembered. God she couldn't believe it had been so long since she had last seen Stefan. Okay so it had not been that long, but considering how much time they had spent together after him and a resurrected Elena had put an end to their troubled relationship, six months was a long time. But now he was back in the states and wanted to meet with an old friend.
Strange how things work out, she never thought she'd end up being such close friends with Stefan, but after everything that had transpired between them, to loose touch of each other seemed wrong some how. Their meeting today was kind of a coaching session for what was to come that night. Tonight she would see them all again. After almost ten years, she was finally going to see Matt and Elena (whom predictably got married two years after the "break up"), Meredith and Alaric (or should she say Doctors Meredith and Alaric Saltzman) and Caroline (whom she actually saw frequently, since she designed most of her gowns for the big formal affairs she was usually invited to). Maybe not everyone, but.--
"Ms. McCullough, is something wrong?" She heard Monica's worried voice through the intercom.
"No, everything is fine, and thank you Monica."
She had things to finish, before she met Stefan for Coffee and reminiscing of the old days. And tonight she would see them all again. They had better be ready, because things had changed, she had changed. And she refused to be that bonnie for them, as if any other bonnie would be unacceptable. They had better be ready for the power and authority this new bonnie commanded.
She really did scare herself sometimes
By: crashnburn_021
crashnburn_021@yahoo.com
PG-15 just to be safe, rating might go up.
I own none of the VD characters, if I did a certain Dark-eyed vampire and a redheaded witch would be in their private island going at it like rabbits. I do however own, a couple of the, such as Monica (who will be a developed character of mine) and the mention of a couple others whom I am not so sure whether they will make actual appearances.
Please review.
Summary: Bonnie. In the future, how she has grown and changed. Damon meets her again, expecting to see nothing changed; yet what he gets is something completely different.
Authors Note: In (sort of) agreement with the magnificent Kenzia, I do believe that Damon and bonnie were not meant for each other yet. However, the future is full of possibilities and I believe that each character has a chance to grow and mature and so has bonnie. So this is the bonnie of the future, maybe unrealistic to others, to very alive and real to me. I like to think of this as something that has never been writing concerning this character. Not a lot of supernatural occurrences, but real emotions and real issues mixed with the vampire/witch/supernatural factors that obviously dominate the VD collection
"No. No, no, no. That is unacceptable, Mr. Harwick, the contracts were very clear in outlining the terms of agreement to you and your colleagues. I am very sorry if you don't see them fit to your standards, but as you know our company runs the largest international contract lawyers in the business and we set the precedents for all the smaller companies. If I were to back down on this, what kind of example would I be setting? If I were to represent you in a case, any case, and I were to settle for anything less then the terms that you as my client agreed on, would you really want to have me representing you? I didn't think so. Now I give you until this afternoon to decide whether you want to settle or not, if you decide not to we will bring you into court and we all know how very unforgiving I can be when forced to waste my time. You will loose, your wife will end up with all the money and own half of your company, and you will have to face the world there on after. The stench of defeat takes years to come out. -- Pause before saying, with a smile playing on her red lips, --
"Not that I would know. I never loose, Mr. Harwick, keeps that in mind."
Satisfied with herself, bonnie put the phone down and leaned back in her plush, red-leather chair. Who would have thought it, 'small town girl, now big time attorney'? Bonnie laughed softly as she rotated her chair around to stare down at the busy streets of New York. Her town. What better way to start a day than to show someone that they were powerless against you?
Of course she had left fells church, there had been nothing there for her. After dating Matt for a year she realized that what he wanted and what she wanted were too different and there would never be any middle ground. So she had left, leaving behind the small-town teen with dreams of a husband, a house and a family and set out to find a new dream.
One where she could be great all on her own.
And she had achieved it. It might have taken years of hard work and dedication, of end less nights of studying, while her friends were out having fun, but bonnie had managed. She had set her mind on a goal and she dedicated seven years of her life to achieving it, seven years of law school and three years as a "barely-making-the-rent-low-raking" attorney until one case won her a place in one of the biggest law firms internationally known.
She had blown them away and the fact that it had been a women to do it... well, lets just say that a few of the older partners were less then thrilled when she was asked to join the board of partners as a sort of trainee. And now here she was, a twenty-six year old junior partner and if she won this new case it would bring her enough accounts to make those idiots in the board of senior partners realize that she should have been made a one of them immediately after the Johnson Vs. Mitchell case.
She really was going to enjoying rubbing it in Jason Maconies face. Chauvinistic, superficial, jerk. Now bonnie was by now means a nice person. She knew she was bitchy, manipulative, and down right cruel in some cases, but she was not sneaky about it. Everyone knew that bonnie was the 'bark and the bite' so to speak. Jason though was the silent snake, just waiting for you to let your guard down before attacking. But if he honestly thought for one second that he was going to steal the partnership that she had worked so hard to earn, he really didn't understand the disturbing depths to which Bonnie Angel McCullough would go to get what she wanted.
She really did scare herself sometimes.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
With a sigh bonnie pushed the intercom button. "Yes." She said, a ring of authority in her voice.
"Ms. McCullough, I just wanted to remind you of your appointments today." Bonnie had to smile at her secretary's shaky voice. I mean honestly, why would anyone be scared of a short redheaded woman. Of course, if that short redheaded woman were your boss and well known for her intolerance towards inefficiency, bonnie would be scared of herself too.
"Run them by me, please." She said more softly this time. And smirked as she heard Monica intake a deep breathe. Bonnie could only imagine the girl's tense body relaxing.
"You have a presentation at 9:30 with the Pepsi company and a----" Bonnie interrupted her irritated.
"What is that meeting for?" she really was tired of the Martin Kershner insisting on meeting with her for every little issue, how the man became the CEO of such a large corporation was beyond her. He was practically incapable of making a simple decision without consulting the whole of the Western Hemisphere of lawyers that represented him.
"He wants to make sure that the new add for Pepsi is neither degrading to women or racist towards African Americans and Hispanics." Bonnie could not choke back the laughter that had been bottled inside her.
"Is something wrong, Ms. McCullough?"
"No"-breath-"I'm fine"-breathe.
"Can I tell you something Monica?
"Of course." Monica sounded rather amused by my outburst.
"Mr.Kershner is a redneck incompetent fool, who couldn't care less if he offended every hot-blooded female in this country and over seas, and who thrives of making sure that the 'minorities' know he is white and in charge. The man is a hateful, despicable spawn and the only reason I even meet with him is so that those thousands of minority workers he has hired don't become sweatshop workers."
"I know. They may think you do it for the money, but I know better Ms. Mccolough. I know you try to help everyone, in ways that most of these people couldn't being to comprehend." Bonnie was silent for a moment while she let it all sink it.
"There might be more to you than meets the eye, Monica." Bonnie said softly.
"We all have our secrets." She stated before continuing with today's meetings."
Bonnie wasn't listening, still wondering what Monica had meant about everyone having secrets. Bonnie knew she had her secrets, but what could Monica be hiding. She stopped when she heard the name Salvatore. That really brought back memories. Memories of silky hair, dark eyes and soft lips. no she would not go back there.
"What was that?" She asked distractedly.
"Mr. Stefan Salvatore. You have an afternoon meeting with him at the Nuyorican Café. It's at 2:00."
Oh yes, she remembered. God she couldn't believe it had been so long since she had last seen Stefan. Okay so it had not been that long, but considering how much time they had spent together after him and a resurrected Elena had put an end to their troubled relationship, six months was a long time. But now he was back in the states and wanted to meet with an old friend.
Strange how things work out, she never thought she'd end up being such close friends with Stefan, but after everything that had transpired between them, to loose touch of each other seemed wrong some how. Their meeting today was kind of a coaching session for what was to come that night. Tonight she would see them all again. After almost ten years, she was finally going to see Matt and Elena (whom predictably got married two years after the "break up"), Meredith and Alaric (or should she say Doctors Meredith and Alaric Saltzman) and Caroline (whom she actually saw frequently, since she designed most of her gowns for the big formal affairs she was usually invited to). Maybe not everyone, but.--
"Ms. McCullough, is something wrong?" She heard Monica's worried voice through the intercom.
"No, everything is fine, and thank you Monica."
She had things to finish, before she met Stefan for Coffee and reminiscing of the old days. And tonight she would see them all again. They had better be ready, because things had changed, she had changed. And she refused to be that bonnie for them, as if any other bonnie would be unacceptable. They had better be ready for the power and authority this new bonnie commanded.
She really did scare herself sometimes