"Grams?!" Bonnie had sprung out the loveseat, frantically searching for her grandmother. Her chest still heaving to bring air to her petite body. Damon paused in the middle of flipping a pancake curious as to what the hell Bonnie Bennett was talking about. Bonnie's emerald eyes finally landed on his orbs of blue, she was surprised to say the least. In the slightest second there was a momentary fear but then ultimately a smile spread across her face, which confused the fuck out of Damon. Her pearly whites glistening, she had never looked at him that way, as if she were happy to see him. Inside him something jolted, and Damon had the feeling that it was somehow related to the way she was looking at him.

"Damon!" she said rushing towards him and Damon was acutely aware that Bonnie probably hasn't realized that she's only flaunting her bright pink lingerie. I mean Damon obviously didn't mind it he liked the way her sweat covered body bounced, it was as if he were watching her in slow motion, he was especially entranced by the way her hips swayed while she speeded towards him. Her abs and legs were toned, Damon started wondering to himself exactly how she found the time to work out. He was so concentrated on the movements of her body he hadn't noticed that she was leaning in to hug him; he also didn't notice that his pancakes were burning because in this moment he didn't care. She was embracing him and Damon's mind was a swirl, what the hell was happening here? He also couldn't think clearly because her almost bare breasts were against his chest and she was so warm, it was as if he didn't know he was cold until he felt the heat of her body. Suddenly something moved inside of him and his arms wrapped around her, he would never admit it but he enjoyed it too much for his liking. His eyes glanced down her back, which he then soon realized was a terrible idea, he saw just how much her butt protruded from behind and his mouth went absolutely dry. He once again felt the overwhelming urge to smack it, and his body started to itch well to be specific a certain part of his body. He tried to fight it but his hand was gravitating towards it, thankfully Bonnie broke the hug before he had the chance to do it. She was smiling at him again the same way she was when she had woken up, as if she was grateful he was there. It wasn't just how wide her smile but something in her emerald eyes was speaking to him and that same thing jolted inside him again. Damon realized that for the first time in his life that he was completely flustered, he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as he fought to maintain a blank expression.

"Where's my Grams?" That question broke him out of his trance, immediately.

"What?" Damon spat his eyebrows furrowing as they usually did when he was confused. He obviously knew that Bonnie was not in her element, but what the hell was she talking about her Grams. Her Grams was dead, they both knew that, guilt seemed to tug at him somewhere deep inside of him but Damon ignored it.

"Where is my Grams?" Bonnie asked again her gratitude disappearing as she once again was searching for her grandmother.

"Your Grams is not here, you know that." He looked down at her, and constrained his eyes from ogling her body, but his testosterone-fueled nature did not allow him too. He gave her the once over and didn't have to be a vampire to know that her heart was beating out of control. But gladly he was not or her heartbeat would have drove him crazy, but Bonnie was losing her mind. She was starting to spin around as her Grams death started to hit her all over again. Damon held her shoulders in an attempt to steady her, "Why would you think your Grams is here?"

A tear escaped from her eyes before she could control it, "But cinnamon banana pancakes!"

"What about my pancakes?" He asked remembering that they we're burning and quickly turning off the stove.

"Grams always made them on Sunday morning, before church. She use to call me her little monkey because I loved bananas so much, so she would always make banana pancakes. She also knew that I loved the smell of cinnamon and would sprinkle it on for good measure. One day I asked her how she made them so delicious."

Damon knew she was no longer talking to him but reliving a past memory and his guilt tugged at him stronger, seeing Bonnie like this. He had never seen her this way and decided abruptly that he hated seeing her this way.

"She told me that it was a secret, that I'll learn when I make pancakes for my family one day." At this point tears had formed in her eyes that weren't so green anymore; they had grown darker into a nice hazel. Damon wanted to look anywhere else but her face but couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away. There was something about her sharing this moment with him of all people, which caused that little thing inside him to jolt again. The tears had begun to spill as she stared out the window and Damon stood still, not having the slightest idea what to do next. He could tell what was clouding that little head of hers, it was the fact that she wouldn't get the chance to make pancakes for her family. Damon had apprehended a long time ago that his vampirism would prohibit him from procreation so he didn't think about it much, but Bonnie was young she had just turned 19 and already she had lost everything. With that thought Damon swallowed hard because even he could admit the story of Bonnie Bennett was quite heart wrenching. Bonnie turned and she faced him and Damon was surprised to see that she was shocked to see him and quickly started wiping at her tears. Then she finally became conscious of the fact, that she was half naked and tried covering herself. It was as if she had just truly comprehended where she was and whom she was with.

"Damon! Close your eyes!" She screamed running off to cover herself, which didn't help Damon's case since her butt once again captivated him.

"Oh please, there is nothing I haven't already seen before." He said glad to replace the awkward air with some trademark snark. He watched in amusement as she hurried to create a makeshift toga from a blanket. He swiveled around to see the disaster of burned pancake and tossed it in the trash.

"Wait what do you mean, nothing you haven't already seen?" Bonnie questioned with her finger pointing at him. Damon chuckled in response and moved to turn around until Bonnie stopped him.

"Answer me!"

"It means if you've seen one girl, you've seen them all." Damon said backhandedly and Bonnie started to open her mouth in retaliation but instead ended up giggling.

"And what could you possibly be finding so funny?" Damon asked suspiciously because he had the feeling that she was laughing at him.

"Oh Nothing." She said trying to contain herself but ultimately cracking.

"Oh it's something" Damon said feeling just the slightest bit of insecurity, people don't tend to laugh at Damon Salvatore, he tends to laugh at them. He placed a plate of pancakes on the table and glared her down; she pretended not to notice as she took a seat. Bonnie glanced at the pancakes somberly for a moment before deciding to dig in when Damon halted her.

"Ah ah ah, you don't get to eat anything until you tell me what's so damn funny" Damon raised his eyebrow because he knew he had the upper hand, he knew that she must be starving. Bonnie scowled at him as she reached out for the pancakes, when Damon quickly slid the plate out of her reach.

"Give me the pancakes, Damon!" Bonnie said launching herself towards the pancakes across the table when Damon grabbed the plate and elevated it over his head, knowing that Bonnie's height would not allow her to reach them. Bonnie folded her arms across her chest and glared at him; if Damon knew any better he would have sworn she was 5 years old.

"It's simple Judgy give me what I want and you will get what you want in return." His trademark smirk appearing smugly across his face. Bonnie was about to give in when a smirk of her own graced her face, which stumped Damon until he followed her eyes and saw where they landed. It was on his plate of pancakes, she made a dash for it, but Damon's long legs got him there in one quick side step and he beat her to the punch. Bonnie growled in retaliation, especially when she heard her stomach rumble.

"Fine I surrender!" She said taking a seat as she admitted her defeat, hoping he would place the pancakes down.

"And?" Damon said wiggling his way back to her.

"And…I was laughing at you because maybe the reason you think you've seen what all women have to offer is because you constantly fall in love for the same woman." Damon's hand lowered as he was a little shocked by the statement, Bonnie saw his moment of weakness and pounced. She smiled at her victory and took a nice long sniff.

"That's where you're wrong, you and I both know that I've seen all types of tail, heck I think I might have already seen all the tail life has to offer." Damon recovered while taking the seat across from Bonnie, he checked to see if she was repulsed but was surprised to see that she was once again giggling.

"Yeah but I'm sure that with everyone you slept with, you were only picturing one girl. Am I wrong?"

Bonnie Bennett said sporting a Damon Salvatore smirk, she knew she was right. Damon wasn't the type of man who just loved he was the type of man who gets infatuated until it's all he can think about. Damon's face-hardened to maintain a cool blank expression but his eyes were a dead giveaway, she was right and he didn't know how in the world she could possibly know his secret.

"Just eat the damn pancakes." Bonnie could tell he was no longer in the mood to argue with her so she focused on her pancakes instead. She took one bite and chewed and a flood of memories infiltrated her mind. She was transported to a world she thought was long lost, but there she sat in a large kitchen that had been freshly painted yellow, it smelled of paint, cinnamon, pancakes, freesia, and charred wood the smell of her childhood. Across the long wooden table that has symbols engraved on the edges was another set of pancakes. She could actually hear the water running from the sink and she snapped her head to find her, the woman she'll forever miss. But there she was turning off the tap and wiping her hands, Bonnie could not believe it. Her Grams took her seat and Bonnie watched her with all the intrigue in the world, she was still young her face just starting to show the etchings of age.

"Well little monkey what are you waiting for? Dig in." She asked smiling, Bonnie didn't dare blink, and she never wanted to forget her face in that moment. Sheila encouraged her to eat the pancakes, it was then that Bonnie noticed her legs dangled instead of touching the floor and she felt a lot smaller, she noticed her Grams was eyeing her so she forced herself to tear her eyes off her Grams and look at her pancakes. There was two, there were always two and they were the perfect shade of golden brown on top was a swirl of whip cream sprinkled with cinnamon. Bonnie dug in and she made a noise as the pancakes made it way down her throat, they were amazing as usual.

"How do you make them so good Gra-" Bonnie glanced up expecting to find her Grams smiling at her, but instead she was staring at Damon whose face read that of confused and amusement, a question hanging on his lips.

"They taste just like my Grams pancakes." Bonnie explained taking another bite averting her eyes from his questioning orbs of blue. Damon immediately regretted cooking breakfast, but he didn't dare say anything. He decided that this awkwardness could dwell in silence as they ate because Damon was hungry and for the first time in a long time it wasn't for blood. Bonnie accepted the silence and continued to eat but she couldn't hide the somber joy she felt with each bite, what Bonnie hadn't noticed was that Damon was enjoying watching her eat, he had never seen someone savor every bit of his food and he couldn't help but feel pride. By the time they finished their very awkward and joyous meal, they were both stuffed.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Bonnie asked finally breaking the silence.

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because you're the man who always has a plan."

"Well I figured we could go exploring"

"Oh so like figure out where the hell we are."

"Yup so go get dressed." Bonnie squirmed and remembered that she was wearing a blanket as a toga.

"Wait we have clothes here?"

"Yes if you didn't sleep so much, you would notice that there is a dresser full of clothes, that just so happen to fit us."

"And it doesn't bother you that this place miraculously has clothes catered to us."

"Nope, because I don't question free things." Damon finalized, he was sick of the dumb questions.

"So it doesn't bother you at all that this place just so happens to be stocked on food and clothes that happens to fit us."

"No Bonnie. You wanna know what's bothering me right know?" Damon said turning to face her she knew he wasn't done yet.

"The sound of your voice, infiltrating my ears with pointless questions. So why don't you go get ready so that I could have some silence." Damon said leaning in, if he was going to spend all this time with Bonnie he was going to need a lot of bourbon. Bonnie frowned and twisted her body as she marched off to get ready, and she had no idea how utterly ridiculous she looked with her blanket train dragging along behind her. She reminded Damon of a child who got mad because their parents refused to play dress-up with them; it brought a grin to his face. If he was going to be stuck here for a while at least he could get a kick out of annoying Bonnie. He washed the dishes and decided that next time she'll wash them because he had already cooked so it was only fair. When he finished wiping the last dish dry and shut the water off he could still hear water running and realized that Bonnie must be taking a bath. Of course he tells her to hurry and she decides to take her time with a warm bath, he shook his head women they were all the same they never listen. Which brought him back to the topic of all tail being the same, it was true what Bonnie had said no matter what women he slept with he imagined he was either with Katherine or Elena because that's all he ever wanted to be with, whom coincidentally happen to have the same exact body. But how Bonnie could possibly know that, he didn't have the slightest clue how she could possibly know this though. She was perceptive, a bit to perceptive Damon wasn't a fan of getting analyzed psychologically, physically now that's another story. He didn't like the sense of vulnerability that came with this revelation of Bonnie knowing one of his secrets, so he figured he had to even the score.

Bonnie's body floated under the water, she liked dipping her head underneath because it helped clear her mind and reminded her of swimming. It was quiet, there was a still silence underneath the bath water a quiet that could not be created anywhere else and she loved it until she heard a vibration. Her head launched immediately out of the water, wondering what the noise could possibly be she scanned the small bathroom and found nothing. She lowered herself slowly back into the water convincing herself that it was nothing, just a figment of her imagination. She began to hum to herself a little lullaby as she added more bubbles to her bath, soon she was singing.

"Wow Bon Bon, I'm impressed you can actually carry a tune." Damon stated stepping out from behind the curtain.

"Damon!" Bonnie shrieked her hands quickly covering herself, and Damon smiled as he took a seat on the toilet this is the exact reaction he expected and he was oh so pleased.

"What do you want!" If Bonnie could still give him witchy migraines he was sure now would be the time that she would.

"Oh nothing, I just came here to tell you were right."

"Right about what?

"About me not seeing all the tail the world has to offer." He stated as he slowly dipped his hand to the water and deliberately swirled the bubbles around putting Bonnie on edge. She didn't know what he was up too and she didn't like it one bit, in fact she would never admit it but she was a bit afraid, but mostly annoyed. Damon was inching towards her slowly and she didn't dare move, she would not show fear in front of him. He stopped right in front of her and brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "I have yet to see yours." He heard her inhale sharply and felt the vibration that went through her body; he pulled away with a sadistic smirk on his face. Bonnie's eyes were a bright green now and wide open, her heart shaped lips slightly ajar in shock. Damon noticed that even without makeup her skin was smooth and the only noise between them was the sound of water dripping from her hair, he decided to take a mental picture because she was the image of beautiful vulnerability right now. Then Bonnie's hand met his face with an extreme force that he didn't know she possessed.

"And you never will!" It took Damon a couple of blinks to recover from the slap she delivered; her handprint still imprinted in has face. Bonnie was pissed but Damon was impressed and quite turned on.

"We'll see about that." He grinned at her and turned to walk away. Halfway across the room he heard a giggle. He turned back to find Bonnie sporting a grin of her own, and she was no longer covering herself but instead her posture looked as if she were ready to take flight and fly.

"Really Damon this is just sad." She grabbed her towel and slowly wrapped it around herself, without showing Damon anything at all to his disappointment.

"What?" Damon said dumbfounded she was giving him the exact opposite of a strip tease and he was still enticed. She sauntered over towards Damon and all Damon could think was where the hell did all this confidence come from. She stopped in front of him and leaned in, "Lemme guess this was some attempt at payback for what I told you early." She was met with silence and knew very well that she was correct. Then her fingers slowly encased his jaw and brought him down to her level, and she whispered, "Pathetic". Then she whipped her head around and left him standing in the middle of the bathroom. The plan was to leave Bonnie flustered, but instead there he stood with all the blood rushing to his face, his chest heaving, and palms sweaty.

Damon swallowed hard; did Bonnie Bennett just turn the tables on him?

"Well are you just gonna stand there all day?" She asked with her head popping through the bathroom door. She was staring at him and he could tell she was still smug from her earlier victory. Damon had no idea how long had he been standing there, but she was already fully dressed in jean shorts and a black muscle shirt. Meaning that's some amount of time had to have past. After she blinked at him a couple of times she disappeared and Damon followed her. The door to the cabin was left ajar, and Damon noted that she was already outside.

"Damon we have a problem, a major problem!" Bonnie yelled from outside, what could the problem be they were already stuck in limbo. He dashed through the doorway and instantly he saw the problem. In the distance mile high stonewalls, that they were sure we're not there yesterday enclosed them and there was no exit. Bonnie and Damon shared a glance at each other, she was right this was a major problem.

Sorry to go all Maze Runner on you, but trust me there is a reason to my madness. I hope you guys liked it, and I would love it you left a review