7x08

"A few years ago."

"You made your bed... Have a nice nap."

Damon turned to leave the room that his desiccated mother was in, his heart a aching, mass of death in his chest.
You'd think, that after all these years, he'd have been able to forgive her. However, she was less of an innocent than even Stefan realized.

Perhaps Lily did love her sons, but she had also been the one to give Kai the idea of linking Elena's life to Bonnie's. Nearly causing Bonnie to lose her life.
Lily hadn't expected Damon to make the choice he did; this blind sided her, and Kai.

Swallowing, he wished he hadn't lost that damn bottle of bourbon; then again, he surely had another lying around somewhere.

"Damon."

Her voice came from out of nowhere as he walked into the duly lit foyer, about to leave the house in its entirety.

"I came as soon as I heard." Bonnie said slowly, walking up from behind him, and pressing her finger tips against his shoulder.

Damon didn't turn to face her, he didn't say a single word.

He didn't want her to see the torment in his eyes, or hear the coldness of his words.

Would she understand, when she discovered how little he cared for his mothers death?

When she saw the hatred in his eyes, for a dead woman, would she take it in stride, or would she judge him?

"Hey..." she said after a second, tugging on his shoulder, forcing him to turn and face her.

Bonnie looked up at the man towering above her, furrowing her brow and trying to read into the blue of his irises.

"What do you want?" Damon asked, his voice thick with frustration.

He removed her hand from his shirt and folded her arms over her chest.

"What do I want?" Bonnie asked.

"How about you tell me, why the hell you thought going about this without me was a good idea?" she asked, her voice strong but hushed. Despite the fact that she knew it wasn't going to make a difference to those with special ears around the house.

"Okay, maybe it was stupid but even..." he started again, but was once again interrupted.

"I know what you're going to say. You think that it's your burden, your fault, your cliche path of pain to walk. You're going to say that, even if I had been able to help, everything would end up exactly the same way; but don't you even go there Damon." She said slowly, her forehead creasing.

"But, even if you had, Bonnie..." Damon inhaled and she quickly hit him in the shoulder.

"I said, don't you dare go there." Bonnie said a little louder.

"I could have helped, but, I didn't get one call, one text, I had to find out about this from Stefan... We're supposed to be a team." she swallowed.

"Or did you forget that?" Bonnie asked, looking to the side a little, sadness encompassing her eyes.

As Damon looked down at the beautiful, green eyes woman before him, his chest lightened a bit, but the anger that was dissipating from his heart, was only replaced by hurt.

"No, I haven't forgotten." Damon replied slowly.

"Really? Look, I know you don't give a damn about your mom. But, Julian is the one who is supposed to be dead, not Lily. And now the only person who gave him a reason to be civil, is rotting on your chaise." Bonnie said in a huff.

"Every single thing, we did together to try and stop the heretics, what you told me about your plan, what I say about helping you; did you forget that?" she asked.

"Did you forget the whole, killing a guy together? Drinking together and smiling at the, new team work we were going to lay on the heretic bastard? Did you forget the whole, 'oh Bonnie you're my best friend and I'm a huge idiot.'"

"Sure as shit feels like you did." Bonnie turned on the heel of her booted foot and started to walk away from him.

Damon grabbed her by the arm and spun her back around slowly.

"I didn't forget..." he said softly, and looked into her face.

"I wrong to just, do ahead without even letting you know."

Bonnie just stood there, folding her arms back over her chest.

"I could've helped, I could have stopped Mary-Louise from screwing it up." she said positive.

"You said that, as though, with your help it would've been completely seamless." Damon said with a sighed.

Bonnie stepped closer to him, looking dead into his face.

"What's wrong with being confident?"

She lifted her hand to the side, and snapped her fingers.

Every single candle in the room, in the chandelier above their head lit up.

"A few years ago, that would've been difficult."

Bonnie took a step back away from him.

With a flick of her wrist, the door opened and she started out it.

Damon followed her, intrigued, as she obviously wanted him to follow her.

Once they were standing center in the front yard, she looked over at him.

"A few years ago..." she started, and then looked upwards towards the sky.

Suddenly the clouds merged together as easily as holding hands with each other, the wisps of their fingers, grew a pale grey.

It started to snow, the wind picking up as Damon looked up at the sky, the flakes falling to his face, melting against his skin.

"That would've been harder."

Bonnie moved over to stand directly in front of him, and lifted her hand.

Suddenly, Damon inhaled sharply as his body was lifted from the ground with ease. Every inch of his tinged as he moved upwards, further and further from the snow dabbed ground.

Bonnie circled him, keeping one hand in the air, watching as the vampire floated about 10 feet above her.

Her other hand was busy keeping it snowing.

"A few years ago, this would've been a dream." she yelled up at him, and sent his body crashing downwards to the ground.

Damon grunted, getting up to his feet and taking in a deep breath of air.

He looked over at Bonnie who was gazing at him with a wildness circling her emerald irises.

"You're right." he breathed outwards, taking the several steps over to her.

"It's not a few years ago, it's now." Damon said bright blue eyes pouring down on her like rain.

"But, I should've done this sooner."

Those were the last words Bonnie heard before her body was pulled towards him by her hips, and his lips came down against hers, softer and warmer than she could have ever imagined.

It didn't matter that she had just sent him flying 15 feet in the air, and possibly lit enough candles to burn down his house.

The snow that was sprinkling down on the them ceased, as Bonnie lost focus of her magic, her lips moving against Damon's; taking up every single second of her concentration.

A small burst of hair escaped her lips, and flowed into his, making him break the kiss for only a second.

"A few years ago, this wouldn't have meant nearly as much as it does now." she whispered, her eyes closed, but she could feel Damon's lips turn up into a smile, just from the heat radiating off of him.

Goosebumps formed on her exposed skin, and she threw her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes so she could be the one to kiss him this time. Her lips were almost too perfect against his. Damon pulled her tighter against him, but kissed her softly, like she was the most important thing in the world to him.

Maybe that's because she was; and she'd always be.