I'm prepared for you guys to be upset with this chapter. I'm sorry the pace of this story is so weird, but again I'm moving this part of the story along. I want it to be over by the end of the next chapter. I hate making Bonnie and Damon fight. MsJanay here's a little of what you suggested, not completely the same, but it's kinda the same. Jenny I don't think Bonnie is going to tell any of the Salvatore's about Giuseppe, because she doesn't think they'd believe her, and there's no Batherine =( this chapter. Leni18 I know how you feel and I just want this part to be over, and again everyone I'm sorry. Roclaiexox thanks for the review made my sister laugh, because I hate writing smut. I make her read it, because I think I'm horrible at it. Thanks for reading and tell me what you think, please.

Damon made, French toast, home fries, and bacon, his hangover special for everyone. He had a house full of drunks with Kol laying on the dining room floor, and Mason in the guest room. "Morning bro," Caroline beamed as she came into the kitchen.

Damon had never seen his sister look so happy after a night of heavy drinking. She normally looked like a crap sandwich after a party. "Why are you so happy?"

"I heard something interesting on my way to bed last night," she smiled. "I think Bonnie met someone at the party," Caroline said with a wink as she took a piece of toast.

Damon was grateful she didn't know it was him, but why was she so happy Bonnie had sex with some random guy. Is that how she'd react? "You shouldn't be so amused at Bonnie having to wake up next to some random stranger."

"Bonnie's a big girl she can do whomever she like," Caroline smiled. "She deserves to find someone."

Damon knew Caroline was right, but Bonnie did have someone. She had someone that would walk through fire for her and she turned her back on him. "Poor guy is in for a world of disappointment."

"Are saying sex with Bonnie was disappointing?" Caroline asked. "It sure didn't sound that way."

Damon had never been paler in his life. He hadn't realized they were being loud or that his whole family was in the house. "So are things finally on between you guys?" Caroline beamed.

"Caroline don't say anything to anyone about me and Bonnie," Damon ordered.

"The way she had you groaning and carrying on I'm sure it's no secret."

"I'm not with Bonnie and I'm never going to be with her," Damon said trying to bring his sister's inflated head out of the clouds.

"Wait what?" she yelled.

"Last night was a mistake. I love Rebekah and nothing is going to ruin that. Do you understand?" Damon said.

"Seriously!" Caroline groaned. "What kind of idiot are you? Bonnie is perfect. She's everything you need Damon, you can just walk away from that."

"Why can't I? She turned her back on me and I'm just supposed to drop everything for her?" Damon questioned.

"What are you talking about?" Caroline asked.

"When we went to Jacksonville things got a little heated, and grew by the time we got back. We fooled around and then she just cut me off and said that I make her sick," Damon said given Caroline the shortened version of his troubles with Bonnie. "Now she's just expecting me to take her back and I'm not going to. I'm better than that. I deserve better than that."

Caroline snorted, she couldn't believe how stupid her brother was being. She completely understood that what Bonnie did hurt him, but obviously she learned from her mistake. And for Damon to stand here and act like he's never done something wrong, or hurt someone he loved was absurd. "And what are you going to do when Bonnie moves on to someone else. Are you going to be pissed about that?"

Damon didn't give that side of the equation any thought. No one was going to try anything with Bonnie. They all respected her too much. He wasn't going to worry about what might happen. He was going to commit himself to what was happening, and right now it was him and Rebekah. "There's nobody else."

"If you're sure," Caroline said already hatching her plan to give Damon a taste of his own medicine. Bonnie was way too beautiful and special to sit on the side lines until Damon came to his senses. Why not give her brother a run for his money.

Bonnie was having the most gorgeous sleep she'd ever had. All thanks to her late night work out with Damon. She was so high off of him she didn't feel any after effects of her reckless drinking. "Bonnie," Damon said as he came into the room with breakfast.

Bonnie put her robe on and kissed Damon. He wasn't expecting that. He put the tray of food on her dresser and looked down at her. Her hair was a mess, but the devious look on her face was back and delicious. "So you remember last night."

Bonnie laughed. "I remember kissing you, and touching you, and you eat my pussy. And I remember sucking your dick, but we never really got past the appetizers," Bonnie said as she kissed him.

Damon pulled away from her. Her eyes demanded an explanation and all his resolve was starting to wither away. With Bonnie in front of him ready and willing to give him her all, he couldn't imagine not being with her. "Damon what's going on with you?" she asked when he didn't say anything.

"Rebekah is my girlfriend and we're serious. I'm serious about her," Damon said. "What happened last night can't happen again."

Bonnie felt sick to her stomach. She had been on such a high thinking things were going to work with Damon, that her hang over didn't bother yet. Until now. It hit her all at once. The nausea, dizziness, migraine-she was dying.

"Okay," Bonnie said turning to the bathroom. She barely made it to the toilet before her stomach came out of her mouth. The pungent taste of stomach acid clung to her tongue and soon another wave hit her. Damon came in with the red tea he made her. "Suck on this," he said giving get the lemon widge from the tea.

Bonnie quickly did what he said hoping to get rid of the taste in her mouth. Damon took two fingers and messaged her wrist.

"The next time you plan on drinking like that pace your self and drink some water," he laughed at her.

"I don't think I'll be drinking again for a while at least," Bonnie snorted. She started to feel her nausea give and soon the feeling was mute. "What did you do?"

"There's a pressure point in your wrist that relieves nausea," he smiled. "Drink this and get some rest.

"I'm sorry Damon," Bonnie said looking into his eyes. He still couldn't make himself forgive her. He couldn't forget the look in her eyes as she sad those hateful things to him. He couldn't let it go.

"Ok," Damon said and left her room.

Bonnie was sure Damon would be breaking down her door by now. She was starting to get disparate. He had been spending a lot of time at the Mikaelson's and she was thinking about giving up. If Damon wanted to be with Rebekah so bad she should respect that. This was the third night in a row Bonnie stayed up to see if Damon would come back. It had been a while since they had any kids and she selfishly want one to show up so Damon would have to stay.

She walked into the kitchen and there was Damon drinking bourbon. He looked like he was deep in thought and she went into the cabinet so he knew he wasn't alone. "Hey," she said walking to the fridge and getting some water.

"It's a little late for you to still be reading," Damon said between sips.

"It's a little late for you to be waltzing in," she spit back at him.

He laughed at the bitterness in her voice. She should be jealous. It served her right for rejecting him in the first place. "There's no reason to be jealous Bonnie. I have Rebekah and you hav-oh that's right. No one," he laughed.

Bonnie was about to rip him a new one when she noticed his face was red and scratched. Her heart sunk. When Damon saw her eyes soften he shifted in his seat. "I'm fine," he said knowing that was what she was about to ask.

Bonnie grabbed a rag and wet it. She got some alcohol wipes out of the first aid kit and started to care for his scratches. "What happened to you?" she asked as she cleaned it with the alcohol wipes.

He flinched at the pain. He didn't want to tell Bonnie about his latest fight with Rebekah. They just needed a night apart. She was always happier in the morning. "Are you going to answer me, or do I have to wake Caroline," she asked.

The last thing Damon needed was Caroline on his ass demanding he leave Rebekah alone. "It's not a big deal," he said returning to his bourbon.

Bonnie wasn't buying his act. Someone tried to rip his pretty little face to shreds. She held his hand and looked him meaningfully in the eye. "Damon please tell me what happened?" she asked.

Damon took a deep breath unable to resist her. He hated when she used her big sad green eyes on him. "Rebekah and I got into a fight. It's not a big deal Bonnie. Shit happens," he shrugged.

Bonnie had never been madder. How dare Rebekah not only take Damon, but have the gall to put her hands on him too. Bonnie stood and grabbed her coat. "Where are you going," Damon asked.

"I'm going to kick her ass. How dare she put her fucking hands on you," Bonnie yelled.

"Shh," Damon ordered her. "Sit your ass down Wonder Woman. I can handle myself," he said.

"Obviously you can't if you think being with someone that does shit like that to you is okay," she said.

"It's better than the alternative," he smiled at her.

Bonnie's heart slowed. She hated when he brought up how she hurt him. She had never wanted to hurt him. She just couldn't bare her family suffering for her selfishness. "Damon I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry," she said.

"Same thing Rebekah said before I left, now what makes you better than her?" Damon asked.

Bonnie laughed to herself. He was really going to compare what she did to Rebekah physically abusing him. "I made the mistake of hurting you once and I'm never going to do it again. Can you say the same for her?"

Damon played with his empty glass knowing that every other day he and Rebekah were fighting like feral animals. He and Bonnie were the complete opposite of he and Rebekah and that scared him. He never loved anyone so freely and without fear of them hurting him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Bonnie. So he wasn't going to have her. "Trust me, you hurt me more than Rebekah ever could," he said as he went to bed.

Damon was looking through Bonnie's desk for his copy of Evelyn Waugh's novel, Brideshead Revisited. He needed it for one of the sisters at church. Leave it to Bonnie to have it hidden in this mess she called a room. "Are you sure you were reading it up here?" he asked.

Bonnie was tired of him bugging her about the damn book so she came over from Caroline's room. Honestly, this was the most he had ever talked to her and she hated how she'd just settled for this. They were friends not too long ago, but now they were this. "Check the nightstand by the bed," she said taking over the spot where he was at her desk. She knew she had it over here, but he destroyed her desk in his search.

"Would it kill you to keep things slightly organized," he said rummaging through the top draw of the nightstand.

"Or you could keep your private collect somewhere private," Bonnie said looking over at him. She marveled at how good he looked. He was growing his bread out, probably, because he was never home to shave it. Somehow the extra facial hair enhanced his beauty.

Damon's hand found something that felt like a round pack of gum. Damon pulled it out and his heart dropped. This isn't what you think. It's not like she's that stupid, he thought.

"I found your book," Bonnie said bring him away from his thoughts.

Damon charged over to the girl and wagged the pack of pills in her face. "What the hell is this?" he demanded.

This was Bonnie's chance. He had all the ammo, but now the ball was in her court. She finally had something to prove he still cared. "It's birth control what does it look like to you?" Bonnie said being coy.

"Where did you get this?" he demanded even though he already knew who gave it to her.

"Kol suggested it to help regulate my periods, now I see why he didn't want me to tell you," she snorted as she took the pack out of his hand and returned them to her draw.

"So you and Kol have secrets now?" he said glaring at her.

"And if we do? I don't think Rebekah would mind as much as you seem to," she smiled.

"I'm mad because I care, do you know what that stuff is doing to your body? How it works?" Damon question.

"And when did you become a gynecologist?" Bonnie asked.

"So that's a no," he said shaking his head.

"Well, why don't you enlighten me, Damon?"

Damon growled from deep in his throat. He had this fight a million times with Caroline and doing it with Bonnie just brought up those feelings. Finding out your little sister is sleeping with someone isn't a happy feeling. Then coming to that realization after she sends you to pick up her birth control refill is a double whammy.

"This stuff works in three ways. One it makes the mucus around your cervix thicken to prevent sperm from going to your uterus. The hormones also suppress ovulation so you can't release an egg to get fertilized. But the worst thing it does is thin the lining of your uterus. That's its last barrier to keep you from "getting pregnant" even though it's not really that way. Tons of women get pregnant on the pill because it doesn't keep eggs from being fertilize effectively. It most likely terminates more pregnancies then it prevents," he said.

"Well like you said the other night. I have no one so there's no need for me to worry," she shrugged.

Something about the way she said that threw him off. It was almost like she was trying to tell him something. "Are you really going to keep taking that poison to prove a point? You really don't care about yourself, that much?" he asked with a humorless laugh.

"The only person I slept with is you. And unlike you, I like to space out the people I have sex with," she said hitting him where it hurt. "So would you want me to be knocked up right now? Do you think Rebekah would be understanding?" she asked.

Damon never really thought about it. He and Bonnie weren't really careful when they had sex. Her turning up pregnant would have been hell to explain to his father and Rebekah. "You do what feels right Bonnie," Damon said and left.