Chapter Six
Bonnie sat down and leaned against the bed, bringing her knees to her chest and wiped her tear stained cheeks dry. 'I've got to be strong for Elena, Stefan, and myself.' She reminded herself silently as she looked around the room. A beeping noise came from somewhere in the room and standing up she listened closely to find it's whereabouts. It wasn't coming from the door but from somewhere near the bed. Walking around the bed she stopped at the laundry container and opened it up. 'My communicator.' She thought as she opened the container up and pulled her uniform out. The communicatore fell on the bed with a slight thumping noise and continued to beep. Picking it up she pushed the answer button. "Hello?" There was a slight crackeling noise but she could hear Second in command Tom Jackobs' voice clearly. "Councelor, we're having trouble contacting the captain. What's your status?"
Bonnie took a deep breath and told him what had happened in the clearing. "Ok, we'll send a search and rescue team down there to find you." Bonnie shook her head, eyes wide and replied. "No Jackobs, I want you to take the ship as far away from here as possible, the Fallen are going to try to take the Lapis." There was some more crackeling and Jackobs reponsed, "We can't just leave you on that planet Councelor, they're savages, there's no telling what they'll do to you." Sitting on the bed Bonnie closed her eyes, she had to get him to take the Lapis away from the planet. "Jackobs I'm going to pull rank on this one. I know you're second in command but I've known the Captain for years and I've been part of this program a lot longer than you. I'm commanding you to take the ship and leave." Through the crackeling she thought she heard him give a resigned sigh.
"We'll be back for you in a couple of days. You hear me? Two days!" Bonnie nodded and replied. "That should be all we need, if you don't hear from us in two days I want you to inform the Global Corp. about this but not before then." His voice was breaking up but she heard him say. "Fine councelor, remember two days." Then her communicator went dead. Cursing softly she turned it off and hid it under the bed in hopes of being able to recharge it somehow before the two days were up. She straightened up when she heard a noise at the door and turned as a girl in black walked in carrying a tray. "Damon said to leave this with you." She told Bonnie, her narrow eyes full of distrust as she placed the tray on a table near the door before exiting out the way she came.
Bonnie ran to the door but the lock light reappeared just before she reached it. On the tray were various soaps and shampoos along with a towel and a hair brush. "Well atleast he's thinking about my personal hygine." She said to herself as she picked the hair brush up. Looking at the soaps she noticed they were all scents that she had used before. 'He probably took them from one of the colonies.' She thought as she ran the brush through her hair and walked to the chair infront of the window. Sitting down she tried to imagine what was behind the glass as she continued to brush out her hair. If only there was a way for her to short out the lock on the door then she could go find Stefan and Elena. Images of various tortures the Fallen could be putting them through flashed before her eyes and she groaned as she attempted to push the dark thoughts away.
"If they've hurt either one of them, I'll make them pay." She said darkly as she threw the brush at the window. The brush bounced off the window and landed at her feet. Looking at the window she noticed that the glass hand't even cracked when the brush had hit it. 'Well there's no way of me getting out through the window.' She thought unhappily as she kicked the brush away from her. The rescue mission was not going at all like she had planned. They were supposed to find Damon and bring him back to the ship, find out if he was under some type of mind control and then use what knowledge he had aquired to defeat the Fallen but obviously that wasn't going to happen. Bonnie had a sinking feeling that Damon wasn't under any form of mind control at all.
"It's like he's happy where he's at." She said softly as she tucked her legs under her in the chair. She had to formulate a plan of action she knew that but she was so very tired. The shock of finding Damon and all the things he had said to her the past couple of hours had drained her not only physically but emotionally. Leaning her head back on the chair she closed her eyes and wondered when the next time he came to her would be, after all it was his room. 'Unless he sleeps somewhere else from time to time.' The thought came from nowhere and Bonnie shook her head slightly to push away thoughts of Damon, spending twenty years in someone else's bed besides his own. 'Just because he said there wasn't a day he didn't think about you doesn't mean he didn't forget about you at night with another woman.'
Giving a small growl of frustration she pushed herself up and out of the chair. Pacing around the room she thought about the girl who had brought in the tray. She had called him Damon, not commander, not captain, just Damon. Could he be spending time with that dark eyed black haired girl right now? The bliss she had found in his arms moments before had disappeared the moment he had walked out the door and white hot jealousy was now taking it's place. "He might be part of the Fallen and his soul might be lost because of all the awful things he's done but he's still mine!" She told the empty room around her, her eyes narrowed.
They had been married, hand fasted, years ago shortly after her death in the gas station. That day he had pledged his undying love and fidelity to her for eternity but twenty years ago he had been taken away from her. Not once had she broken her vow to him but Damon had always been a ladies man, able to get whoever he wanted. Hell he'd had Elena for a short period of time before her love for Stefan had finally pushed all thoughts of the older Salvatore brother from her mind. Bonnie was beginning to wonder if he had changed at all through the years. 'Maybe he's still the cruel, calculating, womanizer that came to Fell's Church to kill his own brother.' Bonnie thought sadly as she stopped her pacing. "No." She said softly outloud and sat back down on the foot of the bed. He had changed, she'd seen it with her own eyes.
Whatever he might say about the Fallen being his family he was still the man she fell in love with, if not then he was there somewhere in Damon's heart, she just had to reach him somehow. 'I've got to save him from himself.' She thought sadly as she closed her eyes and curled up on the foot of the bed. Looking at her watch she felt her eyes grow heavey. 'Maybe if I can rest for a little while, I'll be able to figure out a plan to reach Damon and save us all.' She thought sleepily as her eyes closed as she began to drift off she felt someone touch her cheek and smiled dreamily whispering Damon's name before the darkness enveloped her.
End of Chapter Six: as always, questions, comments.. all that nifty stuff are welcomed.
Bonnie sat down and leaned against the bed, bringing her knees to her chest and wiped her tear stained cheeks dry. 'I've got to be strong for Elena, Stefan, and myself.' She reminded herself silently as she looked around the room. A beeping noise came from somewhere in the room and standing up she listened closely to find it's whereabouts. It wasn't coming from the door but from somewhere near the bed. Walking around the bed she stopped at the laundry container and opened it up. 'My communicator.' She thought as she opened the container up and pulled her uniform out. The communicatore fell on the bed with a slight thumping noise and continued to beep. Picking it up she pushed the answer button. "Hello?" There was a slight crackeling noise but she could hear Second in command Tom Jackobs' voice clearly. "Councelor, we're having trouble contacting the captain. What's your status?"
Bonnie took a deep breath and told him what had happened in the clearing. "Ok, we'll send a search and rescue team down there to find you." Bonnie shook her head, eyes wide and replied. "No Jackobs, I want you to take the ship as far away from here as possible, the Fallen are going to try to take the Lapis." There was some more crackeling and Jackobs reponsed, "We can't just leave you on that planet Councelor, they're savages, there's no telling what they'll do to you." Sitting on the bed Bonnie closed her eyes, she had to get him to take the Lapis away from the planet. "Jackobs I'm going to pull rank on this one. I know you're second in command but I've known the Captain for years and I've been part of this program a lot longer than you. I'm commanding you to take the ship and leave." Through the crackeling she thought she heard him give a resigned sigh.
"We'll be back for you in a couple of days. You hear me? Two days!" Bonnie nodded and replied. "That should be all we need, if you don't hear from us in two days I want you to inform the Global Corp. about this but not before then." His voice was breaking up but she heard him say. "Fine councelor, remember two days." Then her communicator went dead. Cursing softly she turned it off and hid it under the bed in hopes of being able to recharge it somehow before the two days were up. She straightened up when she heard a noise at the door and turned as a girl in black walked in carrying a tray. "Damon said to leave this with you." She told Bonnie, her narrow eyes full of distrust as she placed the tray on a table near the door before exiting out the way she came.
Bonnie ran to the door but the lock light reappeared just before she reached it. On the tray were various soaps and shampoos along with a towel and a hair brush. "Well atleast he's thinking about my personal hygine." She said to herself as she picked the hair brush up. Looking at the soaps she noticed they were all scents that she had used before. 'He probably took them from one of the colonies.' She thought as she ran the brush through her hair and walked to the chair infront of the window. Sitting down she tried to imagine what was behind the glass as she continued to brush out her hair. If only there was a way for her to short out the lock on the door then she could go find Stefan and Elena. Images of various tortures the Fallen could be putting them through flashed before her eyes and she groaned as she attempted to push the dark thoughts away.
"If they've hurt either one of them, I'll make them pay." She said darkly as she threw the brush at the window. The brush bounced off the window and landed at her feet. Looking at the window she noticed that the glass hand't even cracked when the brush had hit it. 'Well there's no way of me getting out through the window.' She thought unhappily as she kicked the brush away from her. The rescue mission was not going at all like she had planned. They were supposed to find Damon and bring him back to the ship, find out if he was under some type of mind control and then use what knowledge he had aquired to defeat the Fallen but obviously that wasn't going to happen. Bonnie had a sinking feeling that Damon wasn't under any form of mind control at all.
"It's like he's happy where he's at." She said softly as she tucked her legs under her in the chair. She had to formulate a plan of action she knew that but she was so very tired. The shock of finding Damon and all the things he had said to her the past couple of hours had drained her not only physically but emotionally. Leaning her head back on the chair she closed her eyes and wondered when the next time he came to her would be, after all it was his room. 'Unless he sleeps somewhere else from time to time.' The thought came from nowhere and Bonnie shook her head slightly to push away thoughts of Damon, spending twenty years in someone else's bed besides his own. 'Just because he said there wasn't a day he didn't think about you doesn't mean he didn't forget about you at night with another woman.'
Giving a small growl of frustration she pushed herself up and out of the chair. Pacing around the room she thought about the girl who had brought in the tray. She had called him Damon, not commander, not captain, just Damon. Could he be spending time with that dark eyed black haired girl right now? The bliss she had found in his arms moments before had disappeared the moment he had walked out the door and white hot jealousy was now taking it's place. "He might be part of the Fallen and his soul might be lost because of all the awful things he's done but he's still mine!" She told the empty room around her, her eyes narrowed.
They had been married, hand fasted, years ago shortly after her death in the gas station. That day he had pledged his undying love and fidelity to her for eternity but twenty years ago he had been taken away from her. Not once had she broken her vow to him but Damon had always been a ladies man, able to get whoever he wanted. Hell he'd had Elena for a short period of time before her love for Stefan had finally pushed all thoughts of the older Salvatore brother from her mind. Bonnie was beginning to wonder if he had changed at all through the years. 'Maybe he's still the cruel, calculating, womanizer that came to Fell's Church to kill his own brother.' Bonnie thought sadly as she stopped her pacing. "No." She said softly outloud and sat back down on the foot of the bed. He had changed, she'd seen it with her own eyes.
Whatever he might say about the Fallen being his family he was still the man she fell in love with, if not then he was there somewhere in Damon's heart, she just had to reach him somehow. 'I've got to save him from himself.' She thought sadly as she closed her eyes and curled up on the foot of the bed. Looking at her watch she felt her eyes grow heavey. 'Maybe if I can rest for a little while, I'll be able to figure out a plan to reach Damon and save us all.' She thought sleepily as her eyes closed as she began to drift off she felt someone touch her cheek and smiled dreamily whispering Damon's name before the darkness enveloped her.
End of Chapter Six: as always, questions, comments.. all that nifty stuff are welcomed.