If it wasn't obvious, I'm really struggling with this story. It might not go anywhere.

However, I'm so desperate for some Bonenzo that I think I finally figured out a way to change around my "Pond of no Return" fic enough so that I don't have to turn it into a Delena fic first (something I tried and didn't love) before being able to post that so I can then post my sequel. Let me know whether there is even any interest...

(There might just not be...)

But first, one more attempt at getting back to this little story here.

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England, 1886.

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By the time she went through the strange whirl of time once more, Bonnie Bennett thankfully began to remember her name again. What she couldn't recall, however, was how many rounds of this awful game she had already played. How many different moments in time had she hopped into?

And when would she completely forget who she was and what was happening…

At least she had one consolation. When the vortex spewed her out this time, it was thankfully not on a battlefield, but in the middle of a beautiful meadow, its sides threaded by a meandering line of trees. Bright light, green leaves and a warm, yet not very strong sunlight suggested that it was spring. Whenever she was, at least she had an inkling as to what season it was. That was something, right?

Slowly making her way, feeling the dew coat her pant legs as she went, but not minding the slight chill, she got to the trees, realizing that they were part of an alley. This place was gorgeous, like a hallmark card, only missing a cheesy uplifting reminder, a two-liner or so…

Life is short, enjoy each moment.

There is beauty in the simplest of things.

Bonnie shook her head, grinning to herself. She should try and come up with a way out of her dilemma instead of lame greeting card messages. It didn't seem like Grams was particularly great at fixing whatever she had done, so Bonnie needed to look out for herself, preferably before she had the next moment of memory loss. She shivered at the reminder. That feeling when she hadn't been able to recall her own name. Or his…

His name… Closing her eyes, she tried to focus, tried not to start crying when she couldn't remember his freaking name.

The tears were trailing down her cheeks before she had a chance to wipe at them, and then, to her horror, she heard someone call out.

"Ma'am, are you quite alright?"

An English accent. She guessed those would never leave her alone anymore. By the end of this she would know England as if she had actually been there. Scratch that. She was here. Just… not on vacation. Not in her own time.

Turning, she saw a young boy, maybe somewhere between eight and ten, his clothes simple, but clean, and incredibly old-fashioned.

Wiping her eyes she tried to smile when all she wanted to do was roll her eyes. Why was this stupid spell sending her so far backwards that she always ended up deep, deep in the past.

At least she always found him there. Didn't she? Because this was him. She was certain. Saw it in his hazel eyes, strangely bright. That dark hair, those cheeks… He was such an adorable little boy, it was no wonder he had grown up into the man she knew (and whose stupid name she didn't remember!)

"I'm fine, yeah." Smile in place, she wiped her cheeks once more for good measure, then waited until he had walked up to her all the way.

"Are you lost? You don't look like you're from here…" His cheeks reddened a little. "I'm sorry, it's not my business—"

"No, it's okay. You're right. I'm not from here. And I'm most definitely lost. Believe it or not, I'm not even sure what year it is anymore." She tried to do the math in her head. "1884?"

The boy's face turned into a frown. "Are you making fun of me? I was just trying to help."

"No," Bonnie was quick to say, raising an arm appeasingly, apologetically. "I really don't know. Bumped my head a little there…"

He was still frowning, if a little less suspiciously, a little less defensively. "It's 1886."

"Oh." He was ten then. "Thank you." She smiled, extending a hand. "I'm Bonnie by the way. And what's your name?"

His lips were moving as he contemplated his answer, finally settling on a short, "Lorenzo."

Her face broke into a beam of relief. That was it! Lorenzo. Enzo… How could she have ever forgotten?

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I need to get on my way. I have to be at work soon."

"You work? You're ten, right?" She was ready to comment on the fact that he was way too young to be working when she remembered what he had once told her about growing up. Abandoned at four, he had probably been forced to work way earlier than this. Poor little guy… So, instead, she raised herself up and asked, "Mind if I walk with you for a bit?"

He shrugged in a typical young child fashion, and she had to laugh at the face he made.

"Okay. Thanks."

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They walked in silence for a long time, the alley providing them with shade and shelter from the sun, and more than once, Bonnie asked herself whether she should try and make conversation, but then she didn't want to make him feel too self conscious, and besides, what was she supposed to say to this kid version of him. She didn't even know him at all.

But she was curious. Wasn't this a once in a lifetime chance to find out something about his past? He didn't like talking about it much. Most of it seemed to be too painful to deal with, but this moment right here, it was so peaceful, under the green canopies of the large trees, that she had hope not everything had been darkness in his youth, his human years.

"This is such a gorgeous alley," she mused, looking over to him and noticing how he shot her a sideways glance, then shrugged. "Nothing special to you, huh?"

"It's just the way to the farm."

"Oh? Does your family send you over to get milk and produce?"

Squinting at her as if he was trying to gauge what to tell this strange woman, he nodded his head.

"Not my family…"

Right. The workhouse. He was basically an orphan, a child abandoned by his parents, not unlike herself, although at least she had had her parents for a much longer time.

She nodded, not wanting to put him on the spot. "You have someone looking out for you, though?" she tried, unable to keep her worry out of her features.

He made a face, but didn't say anything. After all, she was a nosy stranger. He didn't yet know that this was the woman he would fall in love with over a century later.

She didn't get a chance to ask him much more, as right then, it was as if the air around her tore open a bit and Sheila Bennett tumbled out, looking a bit frazzled and haughty, giving poor little Enzo the fright of his life and Bonnie a decent startle, too.

"Grams," she called out, watching as Enzo's eyes widened almost comically before he took a step back, then balked before Bonnie had the chance to stop him. "Wait!" She tried, but he was speeding off so fast that she knew he must have been running a lot in his life already. (And what a peculiar thought that was.)

"Bonnie. I don't have much time. I've been looking for you for weeks!"

"Weeks?" Time didn't mean anything to her anymore. She had no idea how long she had been doing this. For all she knew, it could have been just a day, after all she was jumping back and forth so fast, always getting torn away so quickly that surely it couldn't ever last much longer than a few minutes? And now Grams said weeks had gone by. Were her friends looking for her?

"I'm working on this. I got Damon, Alaric and Caroline to help me, but… the magic was strong, Bonnie. I made such a big mistake. I do think I finally know how to get you out again, though. How to get you back."

"Wait, so…" Bonnie frowned, rubbing her brow where the creases began to give her a headache. "I'm not actually in my own time right now, correct?"

"Bonnie..."

"Because I jumped into the future - or a future and Enzo was there and Damon, and… they both seemed to think I had basically jumped into myself."

"Enzo was there? Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I know, that's weird, right? That means whatever you did, you fixed it, right? He's not dying anymore?"

Sheila's expression made a sudden coldness creep up Bonnie's spine. "What is it, Grams? What are you not telling me?"

"That you saw a future with Enzo means that something has already changed, yes." Bonnie wanted to exhale with relief, but that breath got stuck halfway when she saw her grandmother's grave expression. "The problem is that I can't seem to get you back to our timeline. You're… I lost you, child. I'm trying to find you and bring you back—"

"I don't understand this. I mean, you're here now. It's… 1886, if that helps, and I'm ready to go back if Enzo is already there."

"No, Bonnie. He isn't."

"What? But I saw him in the future and—"

"He is not in our present. I don't know what happened and what kind of future you saw, but it is not the one in our timeline. You are no longer attached to our own timeline, Bonnie, to what we know as our universe."

Bonnie's frown only deepened as she shook her head in denial. "No. You're not telling me I'm a victim of the multiverse theory, are you? That me going through time created another line in which things are different? In which… I'm trapped now? What… what about everyone else? My friends? My home… can I come back from this? Am I stuck? I mean, are my only chances now either hopping from time to time indefinitely until I've lost my mind or ending up in a universe not my own?"

She felt an unbidden sob build deep in her throat, but she swallowed it down. She didn't even understand half of this, so she sure as hell wasn't going to start crying over it. Not yet.

Not yet.

"I won't stop working on it until you're home, Bonnie."

"You're my Al, aren't you? And I'm Sam Beckett and I'll never jump back home. Oh god…" She ran a hand over her eyes, closing them. Trying to think. This was so so crazy.

But somewhere out there, her friends were looking for her. And somewhere else Enzo was still alive…

"Bonnie. Listen to me. I will fix this." Grams grabbed both her granddaughter's hands, holding them determinedly. "I'm so sorry I put this on you."

"It's okay." Now the tears were coming after all…

"No, it's not. I was selfish and I regret it so so much. Please, Bonnie; hang in there. Alaric believes that we might be able to ask Kai for help. With his siphoning power—"

"No."

Grams raised her eyebrows at Bonnie's firm disagreement, but didn't say anything.

Bonnie couldn't let them get Malachai Parker back again. Not again. Not even for her own happiness, her life.

"Find another way. What about the twins?"

"It's a possibility…"

"Good. Then try it with them, but only if it won't harm them in any way."

Grams nodded. "How are you holding up, child? Do you still remember?"

"I forgot his name earlier…"

Her chin wobbled at the thought, at Grams' compassionate look.

"It's only going to get worse now, isn't it?"

"We'll hurry this up, baby girl. We'll get you out before you forget much else."

Bonnie nodded. She needed to believe it.

But she couldn't. The doubts were too strong. Already she could feel the wind pick up again, saw it tug at Grams before it got to her.

"Stay strong, Bonnie!" The old woman yelled against the building storm, but the words got torn out of her mouth, before she got swallowed up and whirled away, leaving Bonnie alone again, for just a second, just a second and then…

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She was gone herself, feeling her head smack hard against the ground before the alley disappeared completely and sunlight and trees made room for darkness.