(Set after Jo wakes up in 07x5 but with a little twist of events...)


Jo was alive...but she wasn't Jo. Just as Oscar wasn't really Oscar. Bonnie stood over her shrouded body grimacing, which had been a cadaver mere seconds before.

'Jo?' she asked.

Faint rushes of blood were returning to the woman's cheeks but she blinked several times, confused.

'Who?'

'Josette Laughlin? Witchy witch from the Gemini coven? Twin brother went cuckoo and killed you?' asked Damon, rather bitingly.

'How?'

'He-'

'No, wait, I remember,' said Jo, 'I was- I was stabbed right in the heart.'

'Nope, that's not what happened, Jo.'

'Who? That's- that's not my name.'

'Okay then, random soul confirmed,' stated Damon, turning to Bonnie for a solution. But she didn't have one. All she had were answers from previous questions, and more questions to find answers to.

'Ow,' she winced all of a sudden, recoiling into the cold metal of the morgue drawers.

'Bonnie? Bonnie! Hey, wake up...'

Damon's voice melted away along with her visual perception. The bursts of flashes took their rightful place again in her visions, accompanied by a cry of distress. She knew that voice...

'Ric!' she yelled out, unsure of whether her outburst was verbal or merely a thought in this nightmare, illusion, apparition, whatever it was.

He materialised in front of her, as clear as day, almost as if she reach out and touch him. Before she had a chance to even try, a spasm of intense pain contorted his face and then he vanished.

'Ric!'

She was back in the morgue, weak at the knees and gasping for air.

Damon attempted to lift her, 'Let's get you up-'

'No! Go and find Ric. Now.'

He looked on helplessly, and then left in the fraction of a second. She grabbed onto a table for support, as her grim surroundings swam into view.

'Who's Ric?' asked Jo, surprisingly nonchalant.

'Your husband.'

A shrill sound echoed across the high ceilings of the room moments later as Bonnie's phone rang.

'I found Ric,' reported Damon. It was hard to deduce whether he had good news or bad news.

'Please tell me he's okay,' she whimpered in reply.

'He's dead.'