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Chapter- Fighting the things we love

"Has that ever happened before?" Elena doesn't look at Damon when she asks this.

He lays there with his arms rested behind his head. "Nope."

"Maybe we should try again," Elena rubs Damon's lower anatomy but nothing. "What's wrong with you, isn't this what you want?"

Damon sighs extremely bored and disgusted looking at Elena laying next to him because this wasn't what he wanted not at all. Elena sees the hated look in his eyes. "You should go." Damon crawls out of bed.

"But-"

"Elena, Just get out." He interrupts her nastily, he was tired of looking at. He can't honestly tell you when he started to hate her face, when he just started to hate her, but he did.

Damon disappeared into the bathroom.

Elena sat on the edge of the bed humbling herself to the reality of the situation, she had never been on the end of rejection- she did the rejecting, but now things were different she was loosing Stefan to Bonnie and she'd already lost Damon; but she couldn't blame anybody but herself. Because she didn't love Damon, she loved Stefan and she had to get him back and she needed give back Damon everything he's lost.

So, she wipes her peanut colored eyes and left, she knew what needed to be done she had to fight and she had to fight hard.

Stefan watches as the beautiful witch sleeps on his bed, tossing and turning, this must be some dream.

"Hello." Bonnie looked around at the hollow walls of the gray room she had never been her before. "Calm down, your dreaming." A voice spoke to her.

"Who are you?"

The voice didn't answer back, they just preceded forward.

"You need to let me wake-up?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm you!"

"What, I- I don't understand," Bonnie looks timid and confused.

Bonnie sighed looking at herself, " I'm the you that remembers everything, this isn't your life, its mines." Bonnie want's to shake herself or inflict pain either would be fine, at this point.

The other Bonnie shakes her head. "No. I remember-"

"You remember what?" Bonnie waits for her to respond. "Everything you remember is a lie."

The other Bonnie grabs her head. "I remember!"

Bonnie opened her eyes suddenly pulling Stefan to her holding onto him for dear life. "It's okay Bonnie, am right here."

"Stefan, It was me and another me-and she said I wasn't real,"

He cups her face, his hands felt warm against her cheek, " It was just a dream . . ." He smirks at her, "But-"

"No buts, your real okay, if you weren't real would I be able to touch you like this?" He caresses her smooth cheeks softly, he let his thumb brush across her mouth sensually.

"You're so beautiful." He blurts suddenly.

She smiles at him forgetting about her dream because that's what Stefan does he makes things better, how could she know and feel this? If she weren't really Bonnie, how could she have these memories of Stefan? How could she know his heart and mind so intimately?

She winces in pain, her head felt like someone was performing brain surgery without anesthesia.

"What's wrong?" He brushes the strains of stray hair behind her hair.

"Nothing." She shrugs slightly.

"Are you sure?" He asks, this overwhelming concern shock through the muscles in his body.

She gives him a lopsided smile, "Yes. But could you do something for me?"

"Anything," He says freely. He gladly give her anything she ask's for. And he's do with a smile too, because it would be what she want's.

"Will you hold me until I fall asleep?" She asks yawning.

Stefan gives her one of his famous nods, Bonnie laid down first as Stefan crawled behind her, wrapping her in his tight grip; Bonnie let herself melt into his arms holding his arms tightly. And Stefan finally allows his body to relax, to accept what he wants, he want's this, he want's her.

She felt safe, like nothing in the world could come in-between them, this was the life she wanted.

This was her life now.

"What the hell is going on? First limbo, Now whatever the hell this is."

Samara sighs, "I sent you back, they wouldn't allow it."

"I don't get, she's me . . . But she's just not me!"

"She's the you that's never been in love with Damon Salvatore . . .Her memories are real to her, she believes them and that's keeping her strong,"

"So, how do I get back without them knowing?"

Samara smiles at Bonnie cunningly, "They know everything, witches on this side talk to those on the other side,"

Bonnie bites into her lip nearly drawing blood, she's tired of all the bullshit and the riddles she just wants some fucking straight answer's for once. "What does that mean for me?"

"All I can tell you is that . . . The power of love is a lot stronger than any magic, It just as to breakthrough."

"You mean I have to get me-" Samara waves her hands for Bonnie to stop talking, "Like I said, this side talks to that side." She tilts her head knowingly at Bonnie. And the witch nods back.

Damon listens and waits, Stefan will check on Sebastian and then go for his early morning feed, if he could tare himself away from his witch long enough to do his routine; Damon had listened like a creeper to the whole conversation between Bonnie and his little brother. And wonders why he keeps torturing himself.

But he also understood what's so damn lovable about his brother, he was fucking amazing. But the fiery witch was his girl and Stefan cannot have her. So he's going to fight and fight hard, maybe a little dirty if needed.

The raven haired vampire stood over Stefan bed for a moment watching her like she was prey, dammit, if he didn't still want her even now when she has no idea who she is, but it was time to get down to business.

Damon kicked Stefan's bed waking the beautiful witch from her peaceful slumber,

"Time to wake your sweet little ass up and help me find my daughter." He continues to kick the bed, as Bonnie look's at him confused. " What the hell are you doing?"

"I said get your ass up and find our daughter." He demanded.

Bonnie throw the covers back getting up on her knees to look him in those lovely blue eyes, "It's six in the morning you lunatic . . . This couldn't wait until like, later!" She asks agitated.

"No." He stepped closer to the bed looking at her sharply, Damn if he weren't a little turned on by her right now. "I've waited long enough, I want my daughter back! And want Bonnie back!"

"I' am Bonnie." She bolsters at him.

Damon shook his head feverishly, "No, your some- memento version of Bonnie, I don't know you. . . But none of that matters because I need you to find my daughter."

"Our daughter," She yells grabbing her head quickly. He looks longingly at her worried, "Are you okay?" Although, he didn't know this Bonnie he still cares about her. "What do you care?"

"I care!" He corrects her. "It's these damn headaches, there getting more frequent." She rubs her forehead.

Damon shrugs, she may not be his Bonnie but he doesn't want to see her in pain either, "What can I do?"

She looks at him suspiciously, she had felt a flicker of something burn her on the inside and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. "You could leave me alone,"

"Not gonna happen!" Damon exclaimed with glee, "You're my only hope to find my-our daughter. . ." He corrects himself, although he was anxious to test his theory but he'll save that for Caroline.

She sighed exhausted, fighting with Damon is useless he'll just keep coming at her until she gives in, so she'll just give in. How does she know that? She questions herself. "Can I at least get dressed first, brush my teeth?"She quipped sarcastically.

"By all means." He held out his hand, helping her off the bed; A smirk crossing his lips.

Damon waits in the Salvatore library for Bonnie to come downstairs, She sees him standing at the desk a map sprawled out in front of him, along with a knife.

He turns smiling at her cheekily, " I found one of those locator spells in your grams grimore, so you can find her." He holds the Grimore up high drawing her attention to it.

"Well, let's not waste anytime." She sports a cunning smile now, although her voice was a little mock for Damon's liking.

Bonnie grabs the knife, gripping it tightly, "Give me your hand." Damon smirks at her, he sees this fire that had been lacking in this Bonnie for sometime now, "This might sting a little."

"I can take it," Damon finds it hard not to stare at her, he loved when she did magic and he loved it even more when she did magic with him or on him- He could be a bit of a masochist.

She slides the blade across his hand quickly letting the blood drip on the map.

Bonnie tilts her head eyeing him, "Will you do the honor?"

"With pleasure." He pouted his lips flirting with her and she tries to stop the smile that breaks through her crooked mouth.

Damon holds her hand delicately, "Just look at me," He tells her.

They don't hear Stefan enter, he just watches them discreetly, he had half hoped she'd still be sleeping but to no avail.

Stefan's jaw tensed at the sight of her hands wrapped within Damon 's, "What's going on here?" Stefan finally speaks.

Bonnie snatches her hand away with hast at the sound of Stefan's voice, she felt as if she had been doing something wrong, "It's a spell, that's going to lead us to our daughter,"

Stefan creases his brow, "Are you sure you should be doing magic so soon?"

"I feel fine Stefan."

"What about the headaches?" Stefan folds his arms, "Stay out of this brother,"

"Damon, your willing to risk her?"

"No, but we need to find our daughter, your son is perfectly safe tucked away upstairs."

Damon was beyond pissed that Stefan would assume that he would risk Bonnie's life after everything they've been through but Damon couldn't really be pissed because acted the same way he acted when it was Elena they were fighting over.

Stefan sighs in surrender, he couldn't imagine what Damon must be feeling but he knows damned well that if it were Sebastian missing he'd be doing the same thing.

"What can I do?"

"Finish helping her, I have to go get back-up." Damon gives Bonnie another longing look, but she was looking at Stefan like he were her everything and Damon no longer mattered.

With that heavy on his un-beating heart Damon left quickly, he didn't want to leave them alone but what choice does he have.

Really.

Caroline and Damon sat on the stools at the mystic grill...

"Memento Bonnie and I were fighting . . . And I think our Bonnie was trying to emerge,"

Caroline holds her finger-up, "Before we get into that, did you just call her memento Bonnie?"

"Yeah!" He nods drinking his bourbon.

Caroline just shakes her head at how wrong and slightly accurate his statement is, " . . .You two were fighting," Caroline clasp her hands together, " Maybe, that's it … you hated her and she hated you-"

"I didn't hate Bonnie," Damon states.

Caroline looks at him perplexed, now she's wondering who has the memory problem,.

"I never hated Bonnie!" He states again, " Yes, she was a bit judgmental but she always stood up for what she believed in and she didn't just take my bullshit, she made me answer for the things that I did . . . She demanded the best out of me and not because she cared but because she knew that I did bad things but I had goodness in me."

Caroline smiles at him, "Wow, I never knew that."

"I didn't either, I didn't get it then but I get now." He swallows his bourbon. "We'll get her back, you just have to believe that."

Damon doesn't speak for what seems like forever in his mind but he was about to say something he's never said before especially not to Caroline, "Blondie, if I haven't said it before . . . Thank you. I almost ruined everything me and Bonnie had but I thought of you and how hard you've been fighting for us. So thanks." He takes another big gulp bourbon, because he want's to rip his own throat out.

Caroline looked at him in bewilderment, "Well before we start braiding each others hair, let's get our Bonnie back and your daughter first and then we could mush out on each other." Caroline states noticing how uncomfortable he look's …

Damon squints because nothing more needs to be said, But you know he has to have the last word, "Oh and Blondie, this doesn't make us friends,"

"Oh! Hell no it doesn't." Caroline says walking out ahead of him, "Wait, you don't have to sound so enthusiastic about us not being friends . . ." He says following after her.

Jeremy calls Stefan,

"Hey, Stefan have you seen Elena?"

"No, Jeremy why?"

"She never came home last night . . ." He tries to keep his voice stoic but Stefan hears what the youngest Gilbert tries to hide.

Stefan turns to look at Bonnie, his brow brooded in fear and worry because what would be the odds of Elena getting herself into trouble? Right when there about to go after Baby Bamon…