For the next couple days, Bonnie and Tyler stayed at home. When she wanted to commune with nature, they spent a couple hours in the backyard. It wasn't as peaceful as the Falls but the young couple were being overly cautious. Elodie stopped by for an hour every afternoon to check on Bonnie's recovery. Ruby sent food to the house every night for dinner. A month ago, neither teen was even considering parenthood. They were barely out of high school and had long lives ahead of them. Now their unborn child influenced every decision they made. Elodie's warning had put them on edge.

Tyler dedicated an hour a day to helping Bonnie control her wolf side. Despite only just learning about her true heritage, she already had an enviable connection with her wolf. She was always aware of its presence and emotions. That keen awareness was owed to being a witch. Something about her magic and connection to nature created an unassailable link to her wolf side. Yet getting Bonnie to control the beast within was a harder prospect. Werewolves were aggressive and violent by nature. They suffered from poor temperament without even triggering the curse. In fact, their aggressive nature was often what led them to trigger the curse. Bonnie was no different in that sense.

Bonnie had never been particularly aggressive, but she began to change the moment that Qetsiyah resurrected her. Post resurrection was when the curse Ayanna placed on her descendents first began to unravel. The curse hadn't just suppressed lycanthropy but all the things that went along with it. The unraveling strands of magic allowed Bonnie to take Qetsiyah's advice/warning to heart. It allowed her to consider if she wanted to be a self-sacrificing servant of nature like so many of her ancestors had been. The answer had been a resounding 'no'. Bonnie would work towards the common good to protect herself but no more would she bleed herself dry for others.

Personally, Tyler was glad that Bonnie valued her life more. He didn't want to think about what he would do if something happened to her. Wolves didn't do well after the death of a mate. However, self-preservation wasn't the only trait that she had gained. Bonnie's rage was closer to the surface than ever before and it made her dangerous. Tyler wouldn't actually care if she lashed out and killed Elijah or Katherine for the matter. It was the possibility of her shifting during the kill that concerned him. Tyler shuddered every time he thought about the threat of miscarriage.

Fortunately, Bonnie was an attentive student. Their bond helped keep her calm and focused, too. Moreover, she understood the importance of reining in her wolf. They were slowly identifying things that triggered her desire to shift.

Tyler walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He pressed a kiss to Bonnie's forehead. He could tell through their bond that something was wrong. She didn't seem panicked, just conflicted. "How are you feeling?"

She said, "I am okay but we need to talk about something important."

He thought that sounded ominous but nodded in agreement. Tyler sat beside Bonnie on the bed. He asked, "What's wrong, Bon?"

"I just talked to Aunt Elodie. She wanted to warn us that Klaus will be back to full strength soon."

Tyler tensed at the mention of Klaus returning to normal. He had enjoyed the Original Hybrid being weakened by Lucy's hex. However, he also realized that it wouldn't be that way forever. They needed Klaus to be at full strength with the threat of exposure on the horizon. They would certainly need him if Bonnie was going to lead the supernatural council. She would need the protection of someone powerful and ruthless. Klaus definitely fit that bill. Yet the risk of betrayal still loomed large in his mind. There was all the chance in the world that Klaus had been amenable because of his weakened state.

"Is your aunt going to remove the hex?" he asked.

She shook her head and said, "Aunt Elodie doesn't like or trust Klaus. She would never help him willingly. Not even Lucy was able to convince her to siphon the magic out of the hex she placed on him. No, Nana Dru is going to remove the hex. He needed a Bennett witch that held no ill will towards him. He caught a lucky break that his beloved sister just happened to have crossed over from the Other Side."

Tyler frowned and asked, "She really loves her brother, huh?"

Bonnie said, "I know it seems hard to believe but she does. Apparently, they were incredibly close when she was alive. She probably likes him more than his other siblings do because he couldn't dagger her for the smallest infraction. Although, they are definitely going to butt heads when she tries to go back to the Other Side. He doesn't seem keen on letting her go."

"I can't say that I blame him for wanting his sister to stay. If I had the chance to see my mom again…" he trailed off.

Bonnie tucked herself under Tyler's arm and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I hate that you have to deal with him at all. It's not fair."

Tyler snorted and closed his eyes. "I have come to learn that life isn't fair."

"Well, there are the regular trials and tribulations of life and then there is what Klaus did to your mother. There is nothing that could ever make that right except for his death. Yet he is protected because killing him would mean killing his entire sire line," Bonnie replied in a quiet voice.

"And I don't feel particularly suicidal right now," he muttered.

She said, "I am glad to hear that. I don't know what I would do without you."

However, that wasn't true at all. The wolf stirring inside of Bonnie knew exactly what she would do after losing Tyler. No one and nothing would be safe.

"I'm not going anywhere, Bon. I definitely wouldn't waste my life on the likes of Klaus. I have more important things to live for…"

She smiled up at him and said, "Yes, you do."

"Like lobster and clams," he said with a mischievous grin.

Bonnie elbowed him in the stomach and giggled. "Don't talk about shellfish. I am pretty sure that is on the list of stuff I'm not supposed to eat. I love all seafood."

He chuckled and said, "I won't mention shellfish again. Deal?"

She nodded with a small smile. "At least we haven't had to cook dinner lately. The food Ruby has been sending over is amazing. Although, she has been sending a suspicious amount of vegetable dishes."

"But you like the honey glazed carrots, right?" he said.

Bonnie nodded and said, "Yes, but I have been craving more meat. I can't really explain it. Could it be a werewolf thing? I've never had a problem eating veggies before now."

"Probably," he confessed. "Werewolves are carnivores by nature. But with you being pregnant you probably need a more balanced diet. Besides, you aren't a full werewolf and neither is the baby."

"Good point. Anyway, I shouldn't complain because all of the food is great-even the veggies. That broccoli casserole from last night was amazing," Bonnie said wistfully.

He chuckled quietly and then pecked her lips. "I need to finish getting dressed before Damon gets here."

She nodded and said, "Good idea. I am no mood for his mocking and innuendos today."

Tyler walked over to the dresser and started pulling out clothes. He had brought nearly half his wardrobe to Bonnie's house. He didn't feel like stopping by his house every couple days. Seeing Jeremy that often was a recipe for disaster.

"Why is Damon coming over anyway? I thought he was still celebrating with Ric," Tyler said.

"I have no clue what Damon wants. He didn't ask if he could come over here. He just told me that he'd be here soon," said Bonnie. She left out his crack about the house preferably not smelling like sex.

"He knows you aren't doing magic for now, right?" he asked worriedly.

She chuckled and said, "If Damon needs a witch he can ask the one that sleeps in his bed at night. Besides, he knows that I can't do magic for now. He wouldn't ask me to put myself or the baby at risk. Honestly, he might just want to hang out. We haven't really done that since..."

"We got together," he finished for her.

"Well, there hasn't really been time for it. I have kinda missed him," she confessed with a wrinkle of her nose.

He chuckled while zipping up his jeans. "It would be weird if you didn't. The two of you were spending almost every day together training, right?"

She nodded. "Training and watching classic TV shows because he's a total weirdo. Oh and drinking bourbon-lots of it."

"You drink bourbon?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Occasionally, but I didn't really like it. Damon doesn't like drinking alone all the time. He makes margaritas or daiquiris when he wants to get drunk with me."

Tyler laughed harder and shook his head. "The more I learn about your friendship it becomes more normal and odd simultaneously."

"We play chess, too. Damon kicks my ass every time. Apparently, he's relatively intelligent. Go figure?" she said with a grin.

"Chess?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

She nodded and said, "He's like memorized all these great chess games or whatever. He's been trying to improve my play and it has worked. But I am no match for him."

He said, "Well, don't expect me to be any help. My dad tried to teach me how to play chess."

"Didn't go well?"

"There was more yelling than teaching involved. Eventually he got pissed off and threw the board against the wall. That was the end of our lessons. I had never been more grateful for anything in my life."

Bonnie's eyes went wide and said, "Wow...that's…"

"My dad was an asshole. I'm not sure how much of that was because of the werewolf gene," he replied with a wry smile.

Bonnie was briefly speechless. She had no idea how to respond to that. She had always known that Richard Lockwood was a jerk. Anyone that spent time with him out of the public eye could easily see his true colors. She said, "It was probably a little from Column A and a little from Column B."

"Probably," he conceded. Tyler frowned for a moment and said, "I think that Damon is here. I heard a car door close in front of the house."

She hopped off the bed with a grin and raced downstairs to the door. She peered out the glass paned door to make sure it was Damon arriving.

"Open the door, Witchy," Damon demanded from the porch.

Bonnie opened the door and hugged him. She grinned. "What are you doing here?"

"I need a favor."

She pulled back with a frown. "What sort of favor?"

Damon motioned to Sarah that was lingering near his car. "I need you to watch her for me."

"Watch her? You want me to babysit a grown woman? I'm like a year older than her...if that!" she said with wide eyes.

"Fine then call it keeping her company. Stefan and I are going to be busy for the next 24-hours. I would feel better if she was with someone I trust. You are on a very short list of people I trust, Bon-Bin."

Bonnie frowned and asked, "What are you and Stefan doing that will keep you busy for a full day?"

"We have been roped into finding the other people that escaped from the Other Side. Personally, neither of us care about the people running around. However, your ancestor, Drusilla, was adamant about getting closer to some sort of balance. It was heavily implied that she would send Ric and Lexie back if we didn't help her."

Bonnie's eyes narrowed at that. "I'd like to see her try. I am sure she's not rushing to send Klaus' brothers back to the Other Side."

Damon smirked and said, "As much as I'd like to see a witch fight, it's easier to help her get rid of the people that shouldn't be here. There have already been some...problems."

"Like what?" she asked suspiciously because of his vague response.

"Some older...people escaped from the Other Side. They're not really acquainted with the way we do things in the modern world. Long story short...they started killing humans. It's attracting the human authorities' attention. We don't need that. Our exposure to the humans is inevitable but there's no need to rush toward it."

Bonnie frowned but sighed. "Fine...I need to talk to Tyler first. This is his home, too."

Tyler walked down the stairs and said, "I overheard your conversation. It's fine with me."

She looked at him. "Are you sure?"

He nodded and said, "Sure. It's for a good cause. Besides, I haven't really had the chance to meet Sarah. It seems like she will be sticking around for awhile, right?"

Damon nodded. He wasn't thrilled that Sarah decided to stay in Mystic Falls. He was worried about her getting killed. He said, "Maybe you could teach her about potions or whatever. Elodie says she's a good student."

Bonnie grinned and said, "Oh! That will be fun. Elodie literally photocopied her grimoire for me. I have been tinkering with a few of the more interesting potions."

Damon beckoned Sarah forward.

Sarah rolled her eyes at Damon and said, "Hi, Bonnie. Thank you for agreeing to my uncle's ridiculous favor."

Bonnie laughed and said, "I am used to Damon being ridiculous. Honestly, this doesn't even crack the strangest things he's asked me to do. Anyway, I will be glad to have the company. Tyler has some pack stuff to do this afternoon."

Damon grinned. "See! It worked out for everyone."

Sarah shot him a glare that was all Stefan. "I hope you get stabbed by something."

His grin widened and said, "I love you too, niece. Be a good girl while I am gone."

She flipped him off and walked into the house with her overnight bag.

Bonnie chuckled and said, "Wow. You two get along great."

Damon said, "Eh, she likes me better than she does Stefan, right now. He gave her an hour lecture about why she should go back to college."

"I don't blame her for being angry. The two of you are treating her like a child," Bonnie replied.

"She is a child...comparatively. And she's...she is the last living Salvatore as far as we know. Call me sentimental but I am not interested in seeing my bloodline snuffed out."

"That was almost sweet, Damon," Bonnie said with a bright smile.

Damon pointed at her. "Don't start. This is more about vanity than any sort of sentimentality."

"Liar,' she said confidently.

"Just keep an eye on her, please. Just as a side note...she likes setting shit on fire," he said before heading back to his car.

Bonnie eyes widened and then she shrugged. "I quite like fire, too."

Tyler asked, "Should I be worried?"

"I mean...no."

He relaxed somewhat.

Bonnie added, "But maybe keep in mind that the fire extinguisher is under the kitchen sink."

Tyler blinked and then immediately went to make sure the fire extinguisher actually worked.

Tyler was happy to find the fire extinguisher in working order. Bonnie had indulged her own fondness for fire as a way to bond with Sarah. The two young women worked on a potion from Elodie's grimoire that was essentially fire in a bottle. When the glass bottle shattered a sizable fireball erupted. Bonnie and Sarah had a great time experimenting with the potion in the backyard. They kept to one general area so as not to ruin the entire lawn. Despite the minor destruction, Tyler saw the benefit of what they were affectionately called 'fireball'. Sarah was human with a limited ability to protect herself against attacks from vampires, werewolves, and hybrids. However, they all had a weakness to fire. Fire might not kill them but it certainly hurt enough to be a useful distraction.

After the girls finished experimenting with the fireball potion, they retreated to the living room. Sarah complained about Damon and Stefan's overprotectiveness. They would absolutely not listen to her objections. Sarah despised being treated like a child. Moreover, she had not interested in becoming a prisoner again. Her time with Enzo had scarred her quite enough. Bonnie sympathized with her situation but confessed there was little she could do to change their stubborn minds. For two brothers considered to be polar opposites, they both could be as stubborn as mules.

The witch's green eyes sparkled mischievously. "What if you weren't the last living Salvatore?"

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked as she nibbled on some caramel popcorn.

Caroline had brought over a massive tin of the stuff when she learned that Bonnie wasn't feeling well. She had been a fan of flavored popcorn since she was a little girl.

Bonnie grabbed a handful of the white cheddar popcorn and elaborated, "I recently met all of these relatives I never really knew existed. Families are weird and complicated. They drift apart for various reasons. Your family has always known that Damon and Stefan were vampires. I am sure some of them even feared them-for good reason. They could have disappeared at anytime or even faked their deaths to escape Stefan and Damon's notice. We should research your family tree."

Sarah chewed at her bottom lip and said, "That's not really a bad idea. I mean there could be some long lost cousin out there. Then they wouldn't be so invested in my survival."

Bonnie nodded. "They'll still be a little overbearing but it won't be the same weight as being the only living Salvatore."

"Where would we even start?"

She tossed the popcorn into her mouth and grabbed the laptop from the coffee table. Bonnie pulled up the ancestry website and said, "Ty and I have been using this to get a better understanding of our families. It'll probably be even easier since your family were all humans as far as we know. Werewolves and witches can be a bit...trickier to track. Sometimes they drop off the face of the Earth for any number of reasons. We should start with the 1940 census records."

Sarah blinked and asked, "Why that year?"

Bonnie said, "Well, it's far enough removed from the Civil War that a couple generations of Salvatores should have been born. And it is just before World War II started. I know for a fact that both of your uncles were preoccupied during that time."

"Doing what?" Sarah asked curiously.

"Stefan and Damon enlisted in the army to fight in World War II. That would have been a perfect time for them to lose track of living family members," she replied.

Sarah smiled. "You know a lot about my uncles."

"I probably know more about Damon but yeah," Bonnie confessed.

"Can you tell me about them? Enzo is the only one that had information about them. He really wasn't a reliable source."

Bonnie frowned. "No, you're probably right about that. He was never quite right after being freed from the Augustine Group. What would you like to know?"

Sarah shrugged. She had a million questions but hadn't felt comfortable asking her uncles anything. Stefan walked on eggshells around her and Damon was flippantly stern about her safety.

"They're complicated to say the very least," Bonnie said.

"That is a understatement," Sarah replied with a wry smile.

She said, "Stefan tries to be a good guy. He is really caring and considerate. Damon likes to be a rebel. He wants people to think he doesn't care about anything but it is a lie. He cares about a small number of things and he protects those things fiercely. It seems that you have fallen into the category of the things he cares about fiercely. I can tell you from personal experience that it is a good place to be. He'll move heaven and Earth to take care of you...even if it gets on your last nerve."

Sarah huffed out a surprised laugh.

"They're both crazy smart because they've gone to high school and college more than once. They also know several languages because of the traveling they have done. Damon speaks three languages fluently. He knows enough words in a couple other languages to get by as a tourist."

She looked impressed. "Do you know where they have travelled?"

Bonnie said, "Well, I know they've both been to Europe because of World War II. As for specific countries, I don't know much about Stefan's travels. Damon spent a lot of time traveling throughout Italy. He spent some time in Paris and Barcelona. He is particularly fond of Ibiza but I will spare you the details of why."

"I have never left the country. I was supposed to go the London but…"

She nodded in understanding. "I went to Nova Scotia once. I guess that counts as leaving the country but it wasn't very fun. Actually, it turned out to be a complete and utter disaster."

"Oh?" she asked curiously.

Bonnie shook her head. "That is a long and sordid story involving doppelgangers. I'd rather not get into that now."

Sarah nodded in understanding. She could see the pained expression on Bonnie's face. "Any luck with the census?"

"Oh, yeah. Look here are the Salvatores that were lying in Mystic Falls at the time of the 1940 census," Bonnie said while turning the screen toward her.

Tyler walked into the room with a tense expression. He said, "Bon.."

Bonnie immediately realized something was wrong. She passed the laptop to Sarah and excused herself. She walked over to Tyler and asked, "What's wrong?"

He sighed and said, "It's nothing major. I just need to head up to Ruby's place."

"It's not major but it is something," she said with a raised eyebrow.

Tyler weighed his options and decided lying wasn't the best idea. "Gabe has heard rumors of other werewolves in the area. My pack is based there and we are not a quiet group in the werewolf world. The pack is old and well-known. If someone is lurking then it could be a threat or maybe just a few lone wolves looking for some place to settle. Either way, I need to check it out."

Bonnie looked worried. "I'll come with you."

He smiled at her. "You are hanging out with Sarah. I'll be fine. I won't be checking things out alone. I'm taking a good group of wolves with me. Besides, you are supposed to be taking it easy."

Bonnie frowned at him but realized that he had a point. She wasn't supposed to use her magic. She also was supposed to avoid situations that might cause her to shift involuntarily. She said, "Fine but...be safe, please."

Tyler kissed her and said, "I promise. I'll call you once I know what's happening."

She nodded and said, "Okay."