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what it is and what should never be

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'cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
i can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
just put your hand on the glass,
i'll be tryin' to pull you through
you just gotta be strong
cause i don't wanna lose you now
i'm lookin' right at the other half of me
the vacancy that sat in my heart
is a space that now you hold
show me how to fight for now'
-'mirrors', justin timberlake

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"I'll say it this time. Where the hell are we now?"

Bonnie wonders if she rolls her eyes anymore they are going to get stuck.

"Open your damn eyes and look, jackass."

Seriously, if there was ever a time she wanted her magic back, it was now. She could hex these two morons zippers for their mouths.

Everything is a dark haze. She's not exactly sure where they are because really, it's damn hard to see.

"This is what could be."

Quetsiyah's voice causes all three of them to jump violently. Bonnie is the first to whirl around and see the witch, nearly tripping over her own feet. Kol's hands snap out and catch her, gently steadying her on her feet before she pulls away.

"What the hell is going on? Why are we here in this gray mist?" she barks. She has been stuck with these two for less than an hour and if she could, they'd be dead by now. She wants to find her stupid magic and get the hell out of here and go home.

The green eyed woman blinks softly at her. "This is what could be," she repeats.

"A gray mist?" Damon says. "This is what could happen if…what?"

Quetsiyah looks increasingly irritated.

But Kol gets it.

"If we don't work together to find Bonnie's magic," he answers simply. "And this isn't it, she's got a veil covering it."

"Well, light it up then, witch," Damon snaps. "Let's see."

"This is your last warning, Mr. Salvatore," Quetsiyah says, eyes hard. "You are not going to like what you see when I lift this cover. It may be a bit…shocking."

Damon actually has the audacity to roll his eyes in her presence. "Honey, I've seen a lot. Bring it on."

And then he's on his knees, crying out in pain.

Kol stands over him, a victorious smirk on his handsome face. He glimpses Bonnie's glare and that smirk fades away into nothing.

Quetsiyah releases the pain from the downed vampire and lets out a small sigh.

"Luckily, Silas left me the ability to do that."

Damon rises up, running a palm over his forehead. "Yeah...luckily."

Her eyes trail over to the young witch and feels a surge of sympathy for the girl. Bonnie's smart, she'll understand that it's all or nothing for them. They need to find it in themselves to work together or they will be trapped over on this side forever.

"Just…see."

The mist slowly starts to lift as she disappears, leaving the three of them behind.

Bonnie grabs onto Damon's hand, looking behind her for the witch.

"She's gone."

"Good, she was a bi-"

"Damon, please shut up," Bonnie snaps, looking over at Kol. But he's not paying any attention to either of them. "Kol?" And then she sees the lifting haze. "Oh, my god."

They're home.

Well, what's left of their home.

"Are we back in Mystic Falls?" Damon asks, looking around at the rubble of a town. "What-what happened?"

Bonnie doesn't like how young he sounds.

"This is what she meant," Kol says. "This is what could be."

The three are back in front of the Grille, standing in exactly the same spot that the curse had snapped them up. But the Grille...the Grille isn't the Grille anymore.

It's almost down the foundation, destroyed to nearly nothing. Fire licks at the doorframe, circling up and touching at what looks horribly like blood smears. As Bonnie glances down the street, she can see that most of the buildings of the once cozy little town are in the same condition.

"What the hell-?"

She finds Damon's hand latching onto her wrist and begins pulling her along. She gives a mighty yank and again, nearly falls flat on her ass.

"Back off, Damon!" Bonnie snaps, feeling Kol's hand resting against her back. She flinches and that hand disappears.

"Quetsiyah says that this is what could be," Damon says quickly. "She said that—she said that we would find this shocking. That means—"

"I hate to agree with you," Kol says. "But I think you're right." He lightly taps on Bonnie's arm. "Which would you like to escort?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, since you're magic-less, you are virtually a defenseless human. But your magic is the link to all of this and I am not about to let you out of my sight for fear of what could happen to you."

Bonnie finally does roll her eyes, lightly pushing on Kol's hand. "Please, big boy. I think I can survive for just an hour without you two hovering."

Kol grimaces. "Fine, I know I must be the devil in your eyes. Go with Salvatore over there and just-just stay safe."

Somehow, Bonnie knew that warning wasn't for Damon.

Bonnie finds herself at a loss for words as she allows Damon to take her hand again and pull her away. Her eyes never leave the boy until they turn the corner of the deserted street, disappearing back into the smoke ridden haze.

Luckily, the walk back to the Salvatore house was only about a mile. Being stuck with Damon any longer would have driven her up the wall.

Okay, what's remains of the boarding house.

When Damon sees his home ablaze, a startled and terrified cry leaves his lips before he takes off like a shot.

"Wait-Damon!"

With a groan of frustration, Bonnie follows. She watches ahead as the vampire dives underneath a burning board and into the house. Damn stupid jackass who is about to turn himself into a s'more.

Stupid idiot!

Bonnie manages to jump over the board that had just fallen, feeling the smoke immediately beginning to clog her lungs.

"Damn it! Damon!"

She looks wildly around the crumbling sitting room. She can tell that it's not even at it's luster while burning. Something horrible has happened here.

The next thing she hears cuts through her like a white hot knife.

It's Damon's voice.

And it's screaming in agony.

"No! No, Stefan! No!"

The witch takes the stairs two at a time, ignoring the searing heat underneath her sneaker clad feet. She flies around the top bridge and dashes down the long hallway to Stefan's room.

What she sees there she knows she'll be dreaming about for years to come.

Damon is practically on his face on the floor, a limp and ashen body in his arms. She doesn't even have to focus on the body to know that it's Stefan.

"Damon, listen to me!"

The smoke is closing in.

"Damon, if we don't leave now, we're not getting out!"

At her words, his head shoots up. Tears have slipped down his cheeks, cleaning away the grime that has settled there. But her words have gotten through.

He can hear her.

Ever so gently, he places Stefan on the bed. He rises back up, turning towards her. The house continues to rattle and shake, smoke filling their lungs. It's a perfect apocalypse and it is time to die.

"All right," Damon breathes, looking her right in the eyes.

And he takes her outstretched hand.

The winds are so high.

The fires have started to go out but what's left of these many buildings continue to rattle away.

"What the-?"

She feels Damon jumping on her, knocking her to the ground as a tree uproots itself, teetering dangerously in the wind before falling.

Once she shoves him off of her, they see Kol approaching them. His face is streaked with blood and his clothes are tattered but he's in once piece.

Aside from the shell-shocked horror in his eyes.

"Did you-?" Bonnie begins to ask but he shakes his head.

"They're gone. All of them are gone," he says loudly to be heard over the wind.

She knows what he means.

"So that's why the town is deserted," Damon says. He runs a trembling hand through his ashy hair.

They are standing back where they split up, back in front of the rubble of the Grille. The wind continues to ride high, so hard and so full of power. Even if she is without her magic, Bonnie can feel it. She can feel the power that is Silas and the hell on earth that he can destruct.

"Don't you see?!" Kol suddenly barks out. "This is what happens! We lose everything! We lose our families, we lose our lives! The world comes to an end! None of this would have happened without your search for the cure to help that idiotic doppelganger!"

And for once, Damon doesn't have a comeback.

Bonnie wedges her body between the two men, holding up a hand to each side. "So are we together?" she asks, her eyes meeting Kol's. His honeyed brown gaze bores into hers and for a moment, she wonders what he truly is. There are so many hidden secrets behind this vampire, so many layers and if she had the time, she'd love to dive in and peel those layers away.

She breaks his gaze and turns to look at Damon. His icy glare is all she sees for a moment and then he gives a jutted nod.

"Yes."

"Kol?"

With a sullen pout and an angry huff, he nods too. "Fine."

Bonnie then places both of her hands on their chests, pushing them apart so they stand on each side of her. She looks to the gray heavens above and lets out a cry that can be heard in some far away, unknown place.

"All right!" she shouts. "Quetsiyah!"

"Do you really have scream like a banshee in my ear?" Damon moans. "Ow!" Bonnie had slapped his shoulder. He doesn't pull away when she grabs his hand, linking their fingers together in a death grip.

She does the same with Kol, holding on tight.

The earth begins to move beneath their feet.

Lightening crashes.

And then...

"Hold on!" Kol shouts.

And then...

The darkness pulls them in.

Anne04 is currently finishing up school so she is quite busy. MidnightRain6593 and I will be continuing this on our own and then when she is finished with school, she'll be joining in.

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