This is for all you fellow Bonenzo lovers, and for Jade, for giving my writing a chance even when the Bonenzo inspiration left me.

I'm still struggling. I don't know why it is so hard to come up with a good story idea to write for this couple. Maybe because their end was so upsetting. Even a rewatch of their scenes didn't help all that much.

So, if anyone has any prompts, or ideas, or wishes on what they'd like to read, and if you feel like sharing, please let me know.

But on with this little story. Because we still need more Bonenzo! I just don't know whether I'll be able to come up with an end for this, unfortunately.

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Untethered

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And you're sure about this?"

The girl squinted cautiously at the old woman sitting in front of her, watching as she nodded. The room they sat in was dark and musty, reminiscing of days long gone. Blankets, dreamcatchers, a small fireplace circled by rocks, the flames licking away inside almost the only source of light.

"See for yourself." The woman reached out to touch her fingers against Sheila's temples, sonorously chanting under her breath, and suddenly, the room began to whirl and blur.

Sheila Bennett wanted to run. But of course she didn't. She was a witch, and this old woman was a respected shaman who had a few tricks up her sleeve that Sheila was desperate to learn about. The only thing she hadn't anticipated, however, was that this woman claimed to have seen not one, but two vampires in her bloodline.

In the future.

Vampires. Abominations, a sacrilege against the natural order. Tainting the Bennett name? It sounded impossible, yet the shaman had been adamant. Had claimed to have seen it all with her own eyes.

Had claimed she could show Sheila, too.

Then she saw it.

Her daughter. She would have a daughter… Abby. But Abby would become a vampire. No. No no no no no.

And then… a grandchild. Bonnie. Sheila felt her heart well over with a love she shouldn't even feel yet, a love for someone that wouldn't be born for a couple more decades.

She felt proud, too. This girl was beautiful, smart, and a powerful witch.

Who met a vampire. Who fell in love with him. With a vampire. A vampire… Who wanted to be human together.

The cure… Last minute qualms. A sleeping friend, enchanted. And what if something happened and Bonnie died just a year or two down the road. What if she doomed Enzo to give up his life to give the cure over to her best friend (another vampire!)? She couldn't let that happen. She couldn't let him die…

Sheila whirled forward in time, spiraling deeper into the future, feeling like she needed to hold onto something to not get lost. Then there was Bonnie again, Bonnie looking up at her beau (a vampire, an abomination with the most handsome features…), Bonnie nodding, smiling, whispering, "It's okay…"

His wrist coming up to her mouth, his finger wiping over her blood stained lips, his teeth sinking into her neck.

Bonnie dying, in his arms.

Bonnie coming to, transforming. Adjusting. Learning.

A creature of darkness. An abomination with the most beautiful face.

Sheila whirled and whirled, feeling nauseous and sick. She was trying to tell the shaman to stop, that she had seen it all, that she believed it. That she had seen enough. Enough enough.

Enough!

There was Bonnie, wiping blood off her mouth with her arm, grinning with red stained teeth. And there was her pale companion, grinning just like her, before he wrapped her in his arms, whirling her around, a sea of dead people at their feet.

So many.

What had happened? She needed to know. She needed to understand. Her granddaughter, she was a monster.

She would become a monster.

If Sheila didn't stop this from happening.

A sudden zap brought her back to where she had started her journey, the dark mustiness of the shaman's room. The woman grinned at her, showing a bunch of missing teeth, and Sheila almost gagged as she remember the blood stained grin of her grandchild to be.

"No," she breathed, "no…"

"We could try and change this, still." The shaman gave her an ominous look, and Sheila knew she needed to be careful now, needed to wait and see.

"What do you mean."

"This future? It doesn't have to happen this way." The old woman grinned again, patting Sheila's hand, making her feel the urge to pull away, but she fought it.

Slowly, she shook her head. "I don't believe in that kind of magic. Even if it was possible, it would be against the natural order of things. It would be a mess. It—"

"But she will become something that is against the natural order of things if you don't stop this. Don't you think saving her will be worth it? What worse fate could there be for a witch than to turn into the thing she hates the most?"

"I… I can't do this," Sheila stuttered, confused that she took this so seriously, that she didn't just laugh it off, her up and leave. But something about this woman made her pause, made her wait.

"I can do it for you. All I'll need is your cooperation. And a bit of your… blood."

Blood magic. Sheila's eyes widened. She should run, oh gosh she should run.

Instead she stayed.

And what she had seen in her vision, her travel through time, never happened that way.

Because on a beautiful day, long after her death, things took a completely different turn, and her beautiful granddaughter was suddenly, unexpectedly bereft of the love of her life.

…

That scream would forever stay with Sheila. It had brought her right back from wherever she had gone, wherever she had found peace. In a way that was good, because just a little later Bonnie needed her to save Mystic Falls, save the world, and Sheila was there right by her side, assisting her, keeping the fires of hell contained.

But she couldn't stave the pain that seemed to swallow Bonnie whole whenever no one was watching.

"I did this," she said, tears trailing down her face, tears that he wiped away. He… the handsome stranger, the abomination.

Enzo.

"You love her. You wanted to protect her." He understood her, forgave her. But she was angry at herself. So very angry. And why was this vampire - this man - so kind to her. He was a psychotic monster. (Had been. Had been… could something like that really change?)

His existence was against nature. And yet.

"I would take it back if I could."

He shook his head. "You can't mess with fate."

"It didn't used to be her fate. I changed it. She's so unhappy now."

"She's strong," he told her, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than her. He took her hand and she let him. She let this vampire hold her hand and try to console her. "Look at her, she's starting to live again. Traveling…"

Sheila shook her head. It was so obvious to her what Bonnie was doing. She was trying to escape her feelings more than the town she had grown up in, and the minute she'd return, so would all her heartache. Bonnie wasn't coping, she was shoving her feelings away, abandoning her friends, looking for a challenge instead of an adventure. "She's broken," she conceded. "And I broke her. I. I need to fix this."

Determination flooded her. She was a witch! She could do something about this, couldn't she?

She had done it once. Something that went completely against the natural order…

Revert time. Give Bonnie another chance at happiness.

Enzo shot her a suspicious look. Gripping his hand hard before he could pull away, she gazed into his hazel-brown eyes, seeing a world inside of them. Seeing Bonnie.

"I'll fix this," she promised him, then, letting go, she spread her arms, summoning the powers of the spirit world, before he had a chance to stop her. Bonnie had accidentally created this psychic plane of existence her loved ones resided in, Bonnie, a Bennett witch, and that meant, Sheila could also use that power. For another spell.

"Sheila, don't. You have no idea what this will mean for her—" Enzo's words got cut off by a loud roaring, a deafening wind.

Closing her eyes, Sheila began chanting louder, remembering the shaman's lessons.

Then the world began to whirl once more…

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With a strange whooshing sensation, Bonnie Bennett found herself getting spiraled down what she believed to be a path to sleep.

It was no wonder that it felt strange and different. After all, she was on a plane to Africa, with nothing but a small suitcase full of the most essential stuff, the great unknown ahead of her, Mystic Falls behind.

In her last wakeful moment, in that strange land of drifting off, she thought back on what she was really leaving behind. Her friends, her home, but also her pain. No, Mystic Falls had not been good to her. And she had not been good in Mystic Falls. Not always, anyways. She had made some awful decisions to protect her friends, she had fallen in love with a vampire. Had had her heart torn out alongside him, if not as literal.

And then she saw him. With a smile on his face. So alive. And she smiled back at this unreal version of him, running toward him, feeling as light and happy as she had lately only felt in her dreams.

"Enzo!"

She wrapped her arms around him, letting go only to look at his face, touch his cheek. Feel him.

It was then that she noticed it. There was something different about him. He looked… younger.

Puzzled, she let go of him, taking a step back, noticing him stare at her with strange amusement.

"As much as I enjoyed this," he said with a smirk and a frown, "I have to ask one silly question: do we know each other?"

Her brow furrowed, her breath hitched. This was a bit of a strange dream, wasn't it? Out of some clichéd impulse, she pinched her arm, remembering that she was sleeping. Probably a lucid dream, a very peculiar one.

"Are you pulling my leg, mister? Because I'm not that stupid," she informed him, sassily throwing her head back a little, rising onto her tiptoes.

His expression would have been extremely adorable if it didn't mean that he honestly had no idea who she was.

"Come on," she cajoled her subconscious, "what kind of shitty dream is this when my dead boyfriend doesn't at least know who I am?"

"I beg your pardon?" He swallowed, clearly confused, and she had to stifle the urge to laugh hysterically.

Grabbing his arms, she raised herself up enough to be able to look him in the eyes, and while he flinched a little under her touch (he flinched?!), he didn't shrug her off. "Okay, this weird dream is annoying me because you're supposed to know me and have mind blowing sex with me and then cuddle with me on the couch forever, watching stupid movies and reminiscing about the things we won't be able to do together because you freaking died too soon, but hey, if my stupid brain got fried by the excitement over embarking on this journey to see the world, then I'll make do with a kiss and the fact that you look incredibly adorable when you have no idea who I am and miraculously look like, ten years younger than you did at the time of your first death."

"My first death." His amusement was evident. Like he didn't take her seriously one bit.

"Uh huh. This version of you probably also has no idea, but you'll become a vampire at some point down the road." She nodded at him, not even half upset when this revelation did make him shake her off like she was some sort of lunatic.

"Right…" Enzo seemed to contemplate what to make of her. "Anyways. It's been a pleasure, but I'm due to start working in a couple of minutes, and frankly, my boss wouldn't understand if I told him I got held up by a gorgeous girl with questionable storytelling talents that also somehow knew my name."

She scoffed, catching herself quickly. At least he hadn't tried to send her to the loony bin. Pinching herself again, she rolled her eyes, looking up at the sky. "Can we please try this again?" She asked no one in particular, making him frown at her one last time before he tapped his cap with a half bow, then walked past her without a look back.

"I'll leave you to it, gorgeous."

"Great." Now dream-Enzo left her standing in the middle of the street looking dumb and stood up. And for some reason she didn't even run after him, remained rooted to the spot.

Where was she, anyways? Checking her surroundings for the first time, she realized she was at a port, large and small ships docking not far from her, a filter of sepia tingeing her dream in a light of days long gone.

Wait. No… Frowning, she took a closer look. Smoke was wafting from the ships and big chimneys in the distance. The people bustling about all looked like they were straight out of the past, women in long fancy dresses. Men in suits and hats, a walking stick here and there, suitcases that looked last century, and the ships, too, were not exactly the Queen Mary or anything.

Had she dreamed up the past? Enzo's past?

Suddenly, something grabbed her, and she whirled around. Enzo was already lost in the crowd, but there was someone else in front of her now, someone she had definitely also seen before. Someone who was also dead and only came to her in dreams anymore...

"Bonnie. I'm so sorry…"

"Grams?" Utter confusion filled her as she saw her grandmother's anguished face. "This Dream is getting weirder and—"

"Oh sweet child. I wish this was a dream."

"What?!"

"I made a horrible mistake, baby girl. I was trying to protect you from your fate. But I believe I made it all worse, and when I tried to fix my mistake, when I tried reversing time for you, you somehow became untethered."

"Untethered. From time?" Bonnie's forehead was beginning to hurt from the strain of her frown, but she was so incredibly bewildered that she couldn't control it.

"From everything."

Was this not a dream? Or was she maybe dreaming up this version of Grams with her foreboding words, too? How much weirder could it get?

"It's powerful magic, Bonnie. I learned it from a medicine woman, a shaman. - I should have known. It's against the natural order, I should have never dabbled in this kind of magic. She even warned me, but… I wanted you to be happy, my child, I wanted to fix what I had broken."

"Broken? What… what are you talking about, Grams?"

There was a sudden sensation of wind, Bonnie's hair flying in all directions, a force tugging at the light coat she was wearing, but when she looked at Grams, at anyone else, really, no one seemed to be assaulted by the same gusts of wind.

"I had to fix it, but I made it worse. We need to find a way to get you back to the present time, Bonnie! Try to remember who you are! Remember where you belong, and when."

"Of course I will."

"No, Bonnie." Grams' look was desperate, urgent. As the wind picked up more, Bonnie had to strain to try and understand what her grandmother was saying. "You were supposed to go back to right before Enzo died. You were supposed to get a chance to make it right, to prevent his death, because it was my fault. He wasn't supposed to die back then. Not yet. He and you… you had a life together."

Bonnie felt a cold creep up inside of her, balling her hands into fists she tried to comprehend. "What are you saying."

Grams looked so sad, so guilty. "I ruined that for you, because I couldn't stand for my own granddaughter to be turned into an abomination of nature. I saw the future, my child. A future in which you were turned into a vampire, and I was selfish. I couldn't stand the thought, and you had to pay for that."

Bonnie shook her head, not quite comprehending, or trying not to. She and Enzo, vampires together?

Her grandmother lightly touched her face, cupped her cheek, but Bonnie suddenly felt betrayed, deeply hurt, and shook her off.

The old woman smiled at her sadly. "I wanted to reverse it, you have to believe me. I wanted to make things right again, send you back to the moment where things went into a different direction than originally intended. But… something went wrong. You went too far."

"Too far where?"

"Too far when, child. When. This is the year 1900, and you're in England."

Bonnie opened her mouth, but she couldn't think of a single thing to say. At least that explained why Enzo didn't know her, why he looked younger, why everything appeared to be straight out of a history book. She was over a century in the past. If this was true. Pinching herself again for good measure, she wasn't surprised when nothing happened. If anything, the wind had picked up a tiny bit more.

"How do I go back to my own time?"

"Oh, child, that's what I'm trying to figure out. But I'm afraid this is not the end of your journey. That wind… it'll bring you somewhere else, and I don't know yet where, or when."

Awesome, Bonnie thought drily, surprised she wasn't more livid. Maybe it was because she had a hard time believing this wasn't just a stupid (a really really stupid) dream.

"What do we do?"

"I'll try and find you. And I'm working on reversing the spell."

"Wait. If you reverse it, what will happen to Enzo. Will he still be…"

"Dead? Yes."

Determinedly, Bonnie raised her chin. "Then don't."

"Bonnie."

"Let me try and fix this first. Can't we wait until this… this time vortex or whatever it is brings me to 2018 so that I can keep Stefan from—"

"Bonnie. We don't know how many time jumps you'll have to endure before that happens! And I've since learned that with every jump, you'll lose some of your memory. By the time you make it to 2018, you might not remember who you are or who you were, what you're doing there, or in a best case scenario, you simply won't remember that to you it has all happened before. You'll just watch him die again."

"But I… I can't just…"

"I know, child. I'm so sorry. Let me try and figure this out. I'll come find you. In the meantime, don't forget who you are, and where and when you're from. Please, Bonnie. Be strong!"

The sad chuckle that escaped her was swallowed up by a gust of wind so strong that she felt herself toppling over, then flying, whirling, losing touch.

Until darkness encompassed her, cold, and then… nothing for a while.

Blissful nothing.