"Bonnie, it's Grams" her heart shuddered and she clamped her eyes shut. The train ride had been overwhelming as she had drifted in and out of unconsciousness. The urn that held her grams ashes was tucked tightly in her arms. She couldn't understand what was so special about the lake house that made her Grams want her ashes to be spread there.
"I've been trying to reach you." This time, the grip of the great beyond wouldn't let her run from what she had been trying to avoid for so long. She hadn't wanted to come to terms with the fact that the only way she would ever encounter her Grams ever again would be at the gates of a deep meditative state.
"I'm so sorry Grams...I couldn't bring myself..."
"It's alright tulip, I knew it would be difficult for you to see me so soon, but I need to tell you something. There's been a shifting of magic. There's been talk of it among those of us anchored here on the other side."
"I don't understand Grams?! What's going on?"
"Everything reveals itself in due time. I just want you to be prepared for whatever is to come. You have to live on tulip...this was never what I wanted for you..." Her Grams had begun to fade and she was trying to reach out and hold onto her hands. She needed to physically touch her, to make sense of it all, she needed to know that she was really there but her Grams had disappeared and a loud thump brought her out of her sleep.
Klaus watched the blonde and black heads of his siblings slowly disappear from site in Elijah's car. They had grown wary of his bitterness again and he sighed. He had been uneasy for days now and as he shifted perhaps for the hundredth time that day, he wondered what was amiss. There had been the feeling of something miraculous happening and that had only ever happened twice in his lifetime. It was reason enough to get angst filled and drive his siblings away. His stomach turned and the process of feeling turned out started all over again.
New Orleans was not what she had thought it would be. It went beyond her most imaginative dreams and surpassed her highest expectations. The air itself welcomed her like a long lost kiss that had been stolen. It was all too familiar and having met with Sophie, Bonnie knew then, the pull that had always dragged her Grams home. She understood then, the reason behind wanting her ashes spreed on their ancestral ground.
It hadn't taken her long to settle and she departed with Sophie's instructions in her best dress; a floral concoction that had been tailored for her. It had been her favorite present that her Grams had given her and she felt it belonged in their last goodbye.
She gotten to the river as the sun made it's descent across the sky and she released the ashes as the colors preformed an array of magic on the clear water. The atmosphere itself began to change as she watched the ashes moved through the air and moved further away from her. Her eyes watered as the wind picked up and somewhere between her watery daze and the spreading of her Grams ashes, a bundled basket began making it's way across the river bed towards her. Her body changed and the feeling that she was exactly where she needed to be consumed her. Her bones ached as her body shook and the power of her magic and the sacred magic that hovered around her made her head spin and somehow, it could not compare to her feeling of being complete.
It was then that she noticed the bundled basket as the last rays of the colorful sunset began to dim and knowing that there would be a moment of darkness, she rushed towards the bundle, wading through the water towards it without a second thought. Something told her that whatever it was, came as a direct message from Grams and something about her meeting with the older witch earlier that day clung to her.
Basked in the moonlight, Bonnie grabbed onto the drifting basket and her heart clenched as she heard the most charming gurgle of laughter; so innocent and carefree that it lifted her spirit beyond the mourning that had been clinging to her for days. Peeling the blanket away cautiously, her breath caught as she laid eyes on the most beautiful pair of irises she had ever seen. They locked onto hers and she could not for the life of her remember anything else. Her life before or after simply did not matter and reaching out for what she could only think of as her own, her soul crept to life as the warmth invaded her palms and then her chest.
She felt her magic all over the bundle in her arms and something else. The cling of fear and mourning and uncertainty...
Note: Initial I thought Bonnie would travel to her Grams' lake house and there she would spreed the ashes and find the baby but since Klaus is in New Orleans and I feel that Bonnie's family would have a stronger tie there, I decided to change that and make the discovery of the baby tie into the fact that she just lost her Grams. It's an important moment because the Bonnie at present is going through the same emotional turmoil that the Bonnie of the future faces and by releasing the her Grams' ashes at present and by sending her baby back to her past, Bonnie has already altered the state of the future and the possibility of the war between vampires and witches altogether...