A/N: This is a Part 2/Continuation of this drabble which you can find here

Credit goes to misssophiachase for beta;ing this half too.

Background Klaroline and Kolaus

The next morning, Bonnie Bennett woke up to 3 new emails, all saying the same thing.

"We regret to inform you that your application here at (fill in the blank) has been declined. However, we will alert you of any other available positions if they arise..."

She pushed her laptop of off her lap and flipped over, lying on the bed flat on her stomach; pulling the pulling the pillow toward her. She buried her face in it and let out a half scream/half growl that she hoped Kol couldn't hear from the opposite room.

She'd applied for five different photographer positions at various magazines and newspapers. The other two hadn't responded yet but she wasn't extremely optimistic about their possible responses. She resented the power companies had in whether or not she kept a roof over her head.

Despite Kol's less than favourable qualities as a roommate, when it came down to paying rent his half was always on the counter; in a sealed envelope, at the end of the month without fail.

Bonnie had never known Kol to have a job in all the time they had lived together. So she had to assume his ability to live carefree, in the middle of one of the most expensive cities in the world was a result of the Mikaelson's old money. The kind of money that gave you the means to raise seven children comfortably, three of whom weren't even supporting themselves.

Bonnie wouldn't exactly call herself poor. That would be wildly inaccurate. Luckily she had the kind of father that had been steadily putting money away for her since the day she was born. That little nest egg was the only thing keeping her afloat at the moment but she knew she couldn't live off it forever, despite her being careful to only take money out of her account for rent and essentials.

She didn't think Kol would have any problem covering her if one day she couldn't afford the rent anymore, but nevertheless she sure as hell wasn't about to live off of someone else's charity. No, she'd move right back to Mystic Falls and work at the Grill before she'd let that happen.

She knew she should really have a more positive outlook but, lately, she was starting to feel like a real failure. A girl with no job and no boyfriend, who couldn't even watch a stupid chick flick without bursting into tears.

The friends she did have, she didn't see much of. Caroline was currently doing an internship at a PR firm and thoroughly enjoying herself by the sounds of it. The only problem was the job was long hours so they hardly ever got the chance to catch up in person. Still, Caroline found

the time to call her at least every other day, for what she described as 'girl talk' but Bonnie knew that she was mostly calling to check up on her and make sure she wasn't sliding back into her previous state of depression.

As for Elena, four years ago she was accepted into a university somewhere in the middle of Pennsylvania. She'd made tearful promises on graduation day to stay friends and write and skype and even send smoke signals if that's what it took to keep in contact.

Bonnie and Caroline heard from her once every 4 -6 months, if they were lucky. Slightly more if it was a holiday.

The salt queen in her was tempted to say that going AWOL and abandoning the people you care about was clearly a genetic trait amongst those with names ending in Gilbert.

That morning she promised herself that despite everything, (delete) she'd still make an effort to get out of bed, make herself a grilled cheese sandwich and maybe go for a walk.

She did none of those things.

The next three days followed a similar pattern.

Kol swore, if he ever saw that stupid Ryan Gosling bloke, he'd punch him right in his pretty face. Just as it looked like Bonnie might be making some progress and starting to feel better she fell right back into her funk and hadn't left her room for the last four days.

Admittedly, at first he considered the possibility that she was avoiding him after their little 'moment' the other day. When Bonnie did briefly leave her room to get some water she only mumbled something about jobs and feeling slightly frustrated.

She asked him not to worry about her. As if that was something in his control. Honestly, he wished he could.

Kol had never seen himself as someone in need of advice when it came to women. Usually, his natural charm did the trick nicely. You'd think having grown up with two sisters he would've learned something substantial about women by now.

But Freya was a good few years older than him and for most of their childhood he'd made it his business to ignore just about everything Rebekah said to him.

Freya had just had a baby with her husband Lucien, so he doubted she had the time to counsel him on his love life.

He could always call Rebekah for advice.

He could also attempt to gouge his eyes out with a dessert spoon.

He briefly considered consulting Siri for advice but after a bit of thought he decided to contact another source for advice.

He sighed and dialled Klaus' number.

"What is it Kol?" came a gruff voice.

"Now is that anyway to greet your favourite younger brother? What's the matter Nik, did I interrupt playtime with Caroline?"

"Whatever it is your calling to ask me for your chances of getting it grow slimmer by the second," Klaus growled menacingly.

"Well who say I want anything," Kol argued.

"When was the last time you contacted me for anything outside of asking me for money?"

"It's not like that this time,"

"No?" Klaus scoffed "Then enlighten me brother I'm intrigued, are you in prison, did you manage to set something on fire? Someone perhaps?"

"For God's sake Nik, take your head out of your arse for a second and listen," Kol grumbled.

"Alright, alright, by all means have it it brother,"

Kol sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I need some advice,"

There was a pause and then a noise down the phone, which sounded like Klaus was sitting up in his chair.

"Well, you know full well it's Elijah who's more adept than I when it comes to offering brotherly advice Kol,"

"Yes but Elijah's about as single as I am at the moment so I doubt he'd be much use," Kol said running his fingers through his brown locks.

Klaus let out a throaty chuckle.

"Ah so it's about a girl,"

"Bonnie," Kol admitted.

"Oh dear, won't Caroline be pleased to know that you've set your sights on her recently heartbroken best friend," Klaus said in faux-reprimanding tone.

"I swear Nik, if you breathe a word of this to her-"

"Relax," Klaus reassured him. "This stays just between us girls," he joked.

"So will you help me or not?" Kol demanded.

"How is it that you expect me to be of assistance?" Klaus queried skeptically.

"I have no idea what to say to her. Since my idiot best friend took off and left her she's been nothing but depressed and emotional-"

"While you're left to pick up the pieces," Klaus interjected.

"The thing is, I think she likes me. I know how I feel about her, I've felt it for a while now but recently I'm starting to think it's mutual," Kol confessed.

"I don't want to scare her off and I really can't stand to see her so upset. So I'm torn, what the hell do I do Nik?"

Klaus puzzled over it for a second and then replied.

"Bonnie's probably feeling extremely hurt and betrayed right now, after the Gilbert boy's abandonment. The last thing she needs is to have someone vying for her affection while she's trying to heal,"

Kol listened patiently and began pacing back and forth the living room.

"So what do I do Nik?"

"If there's one thing I've learned about women over the years, especially since being with Caroline; is that women like to be made to feel as if someone is, listening to them. So be there. Show her that you care and give her space when she needs it. Caroline told me that she's been quite down in the dumps recently. Why don't you get her something to cheer her up, maybe something to keep her busy?"

"Something to cheer her up and keep her busy," Kol mentally repeated to himself.

"Alright Nik, I'll try out your advice, thank you," Kol said looking around for his coat, an idea suddenly coming to him.

"Anytime little brother, let me know how it all goes. Although I'm sure I'll find out soon enough one way or another,"

"Will do," Kol replied before clicking off the conversation and heading toward the door.

She had a good feeling about this one.

Bonnie clicked submit on her application and smiled biting her index finger between her teeth. Sitting back and shutting her laptop she hoped that her feelings of optimism weren't unfounded.

She wondered what was taking Kol so long. He claimed he was going out to store to get some juice since they had run out.

That was several hours ago.

Just as she thought of him the devil himself strolled through the door. His smile wide and all teeth.

What was really intriguing was the object he had bundled up in a little brown blanket tucked into his arms.

"Did you get the juice?" She asked. He licked his lips conspiratorially. "Not exactly."

Bonnie stood slowly, moving around the couch and hesitantly walking toward him.

"What is that?" She pointed at the package which she swore was now moving, Kol's impish smile only grew bigger.

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

Bonnie narrowed her eyes and gave him a suspicious tilt of her head.

"Kol, if this is some trick..."

"Trust me for once will you?"

Still exerting caution, Bonnie approached the blanket covered item.

She pulled back the material and gasped when a small black nose pushed its way out into the open.

"Is that what I think it is?"

Unable to bear the suspense any longer Kol pulled back the blanket completely, revealing possibly the cutest, most beautiful, Labrador puppy Bonnie had ever seen.

"You didn't?"

Now, suddenly aware of its surroundings, the puppy tried to wrangle free out of Kol's arms. Bonnie caught him and pulled him in close to her chest.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe this, where did you get this?" "From the rescue centre, near the park."

"You know we cannot keep it right? Come on, I'm serious. There's no space and we'll have to buy food. And who's gonna take him out for walks and clean up the little 'gifts' he's sure to leave around the house."

"There's plenty of room in here, it's only a puppy," he replied dodging around the other issues.

"Yes, and puppies grow. Look this might be the single most adorable thing I've ever seen in my life-"

"Present company excluded?" Kol quipped, gesturing to himself. " But, we still can't keep it, end of story."

Not satisfied with that answer Kol lifted the puppy from her arms and held it up to his face, to make it look as though the dog was talking.

"Please don't kick me out, I'll be all alone, wandering the streets, my tiny puppy paws will freeze in the night "

"Kol," Bonnie growled, giving him an unimpressed glare.

"I'll have to turn tricks just to survive." "Kol! Oh my gosh, that is so not fair."

"Please love, come on are you really going to say not to that face, or this one as a matter of fact?"

He held the puppy's face next to his own and made a pleading expression. As luck would have it, the puppy decided to tilt its head and make a heart melting whimpering noise at that very moment.

Bonnie sighed and let her head fall into her hands.

"Ugh, I'm gonna regret this. Fine, fine! We can keep it, but only till we find it another home. I mean it, Kol!"

One month later…

"Kol!. Lavender pooped in the kitchen again,"

"Well love, maybe if you stopped referring to the poor thing as 'Lavender' he wouldn't keep leaving us little presents." "For the last time, I'm calling her Lavender because that is her name," "Well I'm not cleaning it up."

"Why not?"

"Because I did it the last time,"

"Wow, I knew this would happen! It was your idea to get the dog and now you won't even help out."

Kol's eyebrows shot up indignantly.

"I took him for a walk for an hour this morning." "Would you like a medal? Or a gold star perhaps?"

Kol was about to say something else when they were interrupted by a sharp yapping noise and then a small pitiful whining noise.

Kol bent down and scooped the dog up and scratched lightly behind its ears. "Looks like someone's a little distressed by mummy and daddy's fighting," Bonnie sighed and moved to stroke the other side of his head.

"We're sorry little guy, we didn't mean it." "You said guy," Kol pointed out.

"It was a figure of speech," she shot back.

"There's a good boy," Kol murmured stroking the back of its neck lovingly. Bonnie couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"Tell you what, you get a doggie bag and scoop up the turd, and I'll wipe what's left of it off the ground. Deal?"

"Deal."

A pair of young adults strolled through Central Park. The young man held a small dog on a leash in front of him. If you didn't know better, you'd say they were a couple.

"We should probably get him neutered," Bonnie mused, watching their dog Pat (a gender neutral name they had both agreed on after a drunk marathon of Friends' episodes).

"What for?"

"Well he's making a lot of friends here at the doggy park, one day he might get a little too friendly with one of the other lady dogs."

"Point taken," Kol nodded, stooping down to unfasten his leash.

They pair sat down on a nearby bench watching Pat happily frolic around with his other canine friends.

Bonnie without thinking about it, rested her head on Kol's shoulder. "Remember when we first got him?"

"Mmm, and you wanted to get rid of him."

"I just wasn't certain, we were up to the challenge of being good puppy parents, that's all,"

"Excuse me?" Came a frail sounding voice from their immediate left. The pair looked up to see a tiny, hunched over, old lady standing by their bench.

"Is that your dog?"

"Oh ma'am, please excuse him we are so sorry." The lady cocked her head in confusion. "Sorry?"

Bonnie blinked.

"It's just whenever someone starts a sentence like that I just automatically assume that he's done something,"

"Oh no dear, I just came to tell you that he's a lovely breed and the two of you make a lovely couple,"

"Oh, he's not "

" Thank you, that's very kind of you," Kol jumped in.

The old lady's wrinkled face broke out into a smile and then she continued, hobbling her way through the park.

Bonnie gave Kol a look.

"Why did you just lie to that lady?"

"Because I didn't wish to break her poor little, old heart, that's why."

"Besides, there's no harm done, what's she going to do whip out her iPhone and tweet a picture of us." Bonnie snorted. "You're an idiot."

Pat came bounding up to them with a stick in his mouth and dropped it down expectantly at their feet.

"What's that boy? Is that a stick? You want me to throw it for ya?" Bonnie teased playfully him, waving the branch around making his tail thump against the ground enthusiastically.

She held her arm back and then threw the stick as far as she could across the park.

In what seemed like a millisecond, Pat was racing back toward them with it in his mouth.

"Okay," Bonnie sighed. "It's your turn now, I'm gonna go get us some ice cream, I think I see a van over there."

As Bonnie walked away, Pat began yipping impatiently as Kol neglected to continue the game; he was too busy staring at Bonnie leaving on her quest for ice cream.

"Yes, yes," Kol grumbled, bending down to Pat's level. "I'm coming."

"You know, you're supposed to be my lucky charm boy," He said stroking at his fur. "Think you could do something to help me out?"

Pat tilted his head cutely making no indication that he understood a word of what Kol was saying.

He sighed and picked the stick up off the ground.

"So, there's been something I've been meaning to tell you."

"Oh really?" Kol replied, attempting to maneuver a pizza box from under the sleeping dog on the carpet.

"Yeah, so um, remember that magazine job I applied for?" "Mmm."

"Well, they called me up a couple days ago and... I got the job!"

Kol beamed at her and stretched over to embrace her without a second thought. "That's amazing darling, well done."

"Ugh, I just feel really good about this, you know? It feels right."

"I feel like doing something to celebrate," she said, taking a swig of beer.

"Well, it's funny you should say that love. I was just going to ask you, how would you feel about g "

"OH MY GOSH! The fajitas!" Bonnie exclaimed, leaping off of the couch and rushing into the kitchen.

"Kol I am so sorry, I just realised I left them in the oven and I should really check on them, I'll be right back I promise."

"No worries, love," Kol sighed, exasperatedly.

As Bonnie bustled around in the kitchen murmuring about a missing oven mitt; her phone began to buzz on the coffee table.

When it didn't stop Kol was about to give Bonnie a shout when he noticed the name on the caller ID.

Jeremy Gilbert.

What the hell? Did that wanker honestly think he could just call Bonnie up after nearly two months of zero contact whatsoever? Then, of course, there was always the possibility that he and Bonnie had been communicating for a while now without him knowing. If so, Kol felt oddly betrayed. But Bonnie wouldn't do that, not after everything.

Would she?

The phone finally stopped vibrating and Kol picked it up to see that Jeremy had left a voicemail.

He knew he probably shouldn't listen to it but Bonnie was preoccupied in the kitchen and his curiosity got the better of him.

"You have one new message,"

"Hi, Bonnie it's me. I know we haven't talked in awhile; I wanted to call you as soon as I landed but I didn't know if you were still mad at me. I hope you're doing okay, hope Kol isn't driving you too crazy. Look I know I left, and it hurt you but I promise I haven't stopped caring about you, I just think we might've needed some space. Just please call me back when you get this Bonnie. I lo "

"Message deleted,"

He didn't know what made him do it, maybe it was pure selfishness, maybe it was that old Mikaelson vindictive streak.

He quickly placed the phone back down on the table, just as Bonnie came back into the room.

"I left them on the counter to cool, they came out good, I'm so glad they didn't burn this time. Anyway, I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

The whole voicemail thing had him wrapped up in his thoughts for a moment. He looked up faced with Bonnie's hazel coloured eyes staring back at his.

"I wanted to ask you, to "

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

"Omigosh, I'm so sorry, who is that this time of night?"

Luckily Kol had left the phone face down so the name of the caller wasn't showing. But he had a pretty good idea exactly who it was.

"Ignore it, whoever it is, is a royal prick for disturbing you this late in the evening."

"I should still get it," Bonnie said and reached out to pick up the phone but as soon as she did, the seemingly doormat Pat rose up from the floor and snatched the iPhone between his teeth.

"No, Pat! NO. Bad dog, you give that back right now!"

She attempted to wrestle it out of his mouth but he resisted and eventually took off, out of the living room into Kol's bedroom. "Unbelievable," Bonnie said, getting up to chase him. "Here let me," Kol said, rising to his feet.

"Make sure you really tell him off!"

Kol rounded the corner into his room to find their pet in the middle of the room with the phone securely placed in his mouth. Seeing that it was Kol in front of him he let it fall out of his mouth, onto the carpet.

It was slightly drool covered but aside from that no damage was done.

Shutting the door so Bonnie couldn't hear him, Kol knelt down to give Pat some loving scratches behind the ears.

"Well done mate, good boy, I knew I could count on you." People really didn't give dogs enough credit.

"Did you let him have it?" Bonnie asked, when he returned. "He's currently sitting in time out, mulling over his crimes."

"Mmm, good. So, for the third and final time what was it you were gonna ask me?" Kol straightened and took a deep breath.

"Have dinner with me?"

"What?" Bonnie replied breathlessly.

"Well, you wanted to celebrate, let's have dinner, what do you think?"

The knot in his stomach loosened when he saw the smile that appeared on her face.

"Cheers to you, to your new job, and this delicious food if I do say myself." Bonnie lifted her glass and rolled her eyes.

"So you learnt to boil some pasta, big deal," she said, dryly.

They had decided to stay at home for Bonnie's celebration dinner and were currently dining in their dimly lit living room.

Seeing Kol's not so impressed face, she giggled.

"But I appreciate it, honestly. This is really nice, Kol,"

He grinned in response then abruptly got up and made his way to the stereo. Bill Withers' "Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone" (one of Bonnie's personal favourites) came through the speakers and he extended his hand towards her.

"Dance with me?" She scoffed.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Not in the least. Take my hand, Bonnie Bennett."

She hesitated for a minute, then allowed herself to be swept out of her chair and into Kol's arms feeling the hard planes of his chest pressed up against her body.

"You know we've lived together for four years but these last two months have been the best I've ever had."

She smiled softly as they swayed in time with the music.

"So, you went to all this trouble with soft lighting, the music, that culinary masterpiece on the table," she joked earning a snort from Kol.

"Well, I'm right here Kol, so what now?" She asked in barely a whisper.

Kol's eyes darkened lustfully and slowly his head tilted so he could brush his lips against hers.

Bonnie wound her arms around his neck and the kiss continued soft, gentle and long anticipated.

They were interrupted by a barking sound by their feet.

"I think you've made someone jealous," Bonnie laughed.

"He can wait," Kol murmured, tilting her chin back up so she was facing him.

The kiss resumed and Kol mentally thanked whoever was up there that the odds had been in his favour.

A/N: Hi guys I hope you enjoyed that, just to say if you have a drabble prompt request please inbox me at /AO3 with it or send it to my tumblr inbox - dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg