So I know I said this would have five parts, but their will be at least one more chapter. One of these days I'll learn how to make a one-shot lol. Thank for all of your reviews I totally appreciate them and they defiantly keep me going. Thanks again and Happy reading.


Stefan sat upon the clock tower and looked out over the town. He didn't know how painful being home would be. Everywhere he turned was a memory of Damon. For some reason Elena found that comforting, and Caroline thought there was hope of bringing Damon and Bonnie back. Stefan didn't have the nerve to tell Elena what he saw. He barely understood what happened. He didn't know if it was real. Alaric told him it was stress, and Caroline said it was grief. But Stefan knew, the moment he woke up, that Damon was truly gone.

Stefan took a sip from a bottle of bourbon Damon had hidden in his room. It was a quarter to four and his ring lay beside him. Stefan looked down wondering if he should just put it back on. It didn't take long for his thoughts to shift and his eyes went back on the view.

Caroline had told him once that he was too serious. Elena in her emotion-less state told him he cared too much. Enzo clearly thought he was a melodramatic drama queen. And everyone else thought he was the good brother. But the thing was. He wasn't just one of those things. He was all of them. He only wanted to spend eternity with his brother. Even if it was a miserable one. Now that Damon was gone what really was there to live for?


Sirens sounded as the Lexi reentered the room. "Bonnie we need to hide the gun," Lexi said.

Bonnie sat in a catatonic state of shock. Every word out of Lexi's mouth was dragged out in slow motion making it hard to understand. All she felt was numb. Damon promised her they would find another way. He swear that Sarah meant the world to him and that she was his first priority. He said that how wanted things to work. How could that happen if he wasn't there? How could he just leave?

"Bonnie sweetie listen to me. I need the gun," Lexi said.

Bonnie looked down again and cloaked the gun with magic. "Can you take Sarah to my Grams? I'll call her and let her know you're coming," Bonnie said giving Lexi her car keys.

"Yeah and I'll get to the hospital as quickly as possible," Lexi said getting up and rushing to the door. "The paramedics entered and started working on Damon.


Bands of gold started to line the horizon. Stefan grip on his bottle tightened. In 167 years he hadn't know a feeling like this. This deep despair. He had always found a way to deflect this feeling. If it meant turning it off that was what he was going to do. But there was nowhere to run. He wasn't going to happen upon Damon one day in a bar. He wasn't going to get a visit from Lexi on his next birthday. He wouldn't hear another one of Bonnie's sarcastic jokes that only he got. They were gone. So there was only one choice for him. Only one way he could get rid of the pain. One way to find peace. One way to find his purpose.


Bonnie paced around the waiting room. She had never felt so isolated and alone. The doctors ordered her away from Damon not too long after they got to the hospital. She had asked a million nurses how he was doing, but no one would tell her anything. She called her dad and Grams, and Lexi was getting Estella and Giuseppe. She couldn't think of a single spell to help them. She couldn't think about anything, but how she could possibly be losing Damon. No matter how much they said they hated each other, no matter how much they hurt and abused the other, there was respect. Somewhere that respect turned to like. And now. She just couldn't handle the thought of this being the end.

"Bon," Rudy called to her.

Bonnie turned to see her family and friends. She ran to her dad and he wrapped his arms around her. "He was covered in blood," she cried. "I can't loss him."

"You're not losing anything," Estella said.

"Are you Damon Salvatore's family," the doctor asked.

Bonnie turned to the woman and tried to compose herself. "Yes," she said.

"And you are."

"She's his wife," Estella said.

"Very well," the doctor said looking down at Damon's chart.

"Mrs. Salvatore your husband came in with a huge wound to his abdomen. His stomach was punctured and acid slowly started to leak out. We were able to close the wounds and preserve his vital organs. At the moment Mr. Salvatore's heartrate is fluctuating at a rapid pace alone with his blood pressure. We'd like to keep him overnight for observation, but he is insisting on leaving"-

-"He's awake?" Bonnie asked.

"Yes and he's responsive. A little too responsive," the doctor added.

"That sounds like my son."

"Can I see him?" she asked.

"Yes, I was hoping you could convince him to stay and do the testing. We can't hold him if he refuse treatment, but he'll be right back in here if we don't monitor his heart," she smiled.

"I'll make sure he understands how serious this is," Bonnie said.

"Great," the doctor said leading Bonnie to Damon's room.


The sun was finally in the sky and flames quickly engulfed Stefan. The burning hurt like hell, but the flames were comforting. They were a metaphor for the life he was leaving behind. A life that was over 150 years ago. Stefan didn't know where he'd end up, but it couldn't be any worse than from where he started. He was going to peace. His time was long up.


Bonnie paused at the door unsure of what she would find. She sucked in her fear and turned the door knob. Damon sat as a nurse hooked him up to a heart rate monitor. He was shamelessly flirting with the nurse even though she looked older than dirt. "Bonnie," Damon smiled. "I was just telling Ms. Loffman about you and Sarah."

"She too sweet looking for you," Ms. Loffman said.

"After enough drinks there's nothing sweet about her," he joked.

"Damon," Bonnie huffed.

"Sorry," he laughed.

"I'll leave you two alone," Ms. Loffman said. "Don't you give her any trouble."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Damon laughed as she left.

Bonnie walked over and sat on the bed. She studied his face looking for any sign that something could be wrong. He looked a little pale, but god only knows how much blood he lost. She looked in his eyes to see if he was still all there, and he seemed to be in good spirits. "You're okay," Bonnie said once her assessment was over.

"You can say that again. For a second I was like grr," he moaned and made a face, "Bonnie was right, but now I feel great. "I feel better than great," He said vamping out for effect. "Now all I need is for you to nab me a blood bag and we can go home."

"I'm not going to do that," Bonnie said.

"Come on Bon," he sighed. "This place is practically deserted."

"You shot yourself Damon. After we agreed that we'd find another way you did this," Bonnie yelled.

Damon knew she would be upset with him, but he really hoped they could skip that part. "I know I promised, but this is me Bonnie. I wouldn't ask you to be any less of a witch," he yelled.

"I don't care. You put more than your life on the line Damon. What if Sarah was hurt? What if this affects her?"

"Bonnie everything is fine. I'm fine that's all that matters," he yelled

"No. No you aren't getting off that easily. I walked in and saw you bleeding to death on the floor. You were dying and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't think of a spell to save you. I could barely think. Sarah saw you. Do you have any idea how much that hurt? How alone I felt? Does any of that mean a thing to you?" Bonnie yelled.

"Bonnie it does," he said putting his hand on her thigh. "It means a lot to me, but it's over."

"Not it's not over, Damon. I love you how can you just say that. I almost lost you for good, and all you can say is that it's over," she yelled. She didn't mean to just blurt all of that out. She didn't mean to tell him she loved him, but she did. She loved him and it was heard to hide it. "Don't you ever do anything like that again?"

Damon pulled Bonnie in by the back of her neck and kissed her slow, but hard. He pulled her close so she could feel his passion. He never had anyone care so deeply about him. He never had anyone so freely admit to loving him and not try to manipulate him, or pacify him. "I'm sorry," he said pulling away, but resting his hand gently on her cheek. "I'm so sorry Bonnie."

"I have to go. Stop being such a pain and stay here for the night," Bonnie said as she got up to leave Damon's room. "I'll grab a blood bag for you and send it in with Lexi."

Before Damon could comment Bonnie was gone.