"So, they're not together?" Damon asked again, tilting his head, eyes still glued to the screen. She had put on one of her DVDs when it became clear that Damon wasn't intending on leaving.

"They're brothers," Bonnie answered with a roll of her eyes.

"Hm." He was silent while he watched the two men on the screen fight their way through a mass of demons to find their father.

"Gotta tell you," he started after a few minutes. "This isn't the sort of thing I expected you to like."

"Why not?" She asked, distracted herself by the show even though she'd already seen it several times.

"Don't you have enough of this stuff in your real life. Thought you were pretty obsessed with finding something normal." He said the word like it was foreign and she guessed it would be for a one hundred and seventy year old human turned vampire turned human.

With a frown on her face, Bonnie finally looked away from the screen. "What makes you say that?" Damon simply raised an eyebrow at the question and she sighed and conceded the point. "It's just a show."

Her voice sounded defensive even in her own ears. She admitted to herself that he was right. She had been looking for something normal ever since she'd found out she was a witch.

"What if I'm wrong?" She asked suddenly. "What if this is permanent? If it is, you could get the normal life."

Damon grimaced and shook his head. "Except it's not permanent." He sounded very sure of those words, even though Bonnie hadn't been completely when she'd spoken them before.

"What if it was?" She pressed.

Damon turned his gaze on her. "I don't like thinking in what ifs, Judgy."

"Because?"

"Because when I do, I end up going out and doing something stupid," he admitted honestly.

Bonnie nodded and understood just what doing something stupid meant for him. Something like killing that girl on the road.

"Admit it," he started, his tone turning much lighter, "you just watch this for the hot guys."

Bonnie gave him a half smile. "You think they're hot?" She teased and she felt as well as saw the spark of amusement her comment brought.

"They're alright."

Bonnie's grin simply widened and she turned back to the television. It wasn't entirely horrible, hanging out with Damon.

Xxxxxxx

"Hey." Bonnie's voice was distracted when she sat across from Caroline at the Grill.

"Hey." Caroline smiled brightly at her, however and Bonnie attempted to return it. She had spent the entire night watching her DVD's with Damon. It had been close to four in the morning when she'd finally fallen asleep. He'd been gone when she'd woken up.

"Something wrong?" Caroline asked.

Bonnie opened her mouth to answer, then hesitated. She hadn't discussed this problem with anyone. But she'd had fun last night. She'd actually enjoyed herself. Forgetting all their history for few hours and just hanging out with him.

"Elena told me you found a way to save Damon," Caroline commented after a moment.

"Is that all she told you?" Bonnie asked, worried that Elena was telling everyone that there was something more between them than just the spell Bonnie had cast to save his life.

"What else is there?" Caroline leaned forward and Bonnie shook her head.

"Nothing." She paused. "So, how are things with your mother?"

She focused on Caroline as she spoke, hoping to distract herself. It was difficult, however. She had slept well after she had fallen asleep and she couldn't help the feeling that it was because Damon had been beside her.

"Elena loves him, you know," Caroline stated bluntly, out of nowhere.

"Who? Tyler?" Because Bonnie was pretty sure that was who Caroline had been talking about before.

"You know who I'm talking about." Caroline placed her hands on the table and leaned closer to Bonnie. "She does love him."

"I know," Bonnie answered softly. She'd known that for a while and if she hadn't known before, Elena's reaction to what she thought was happening between Damon and Bonnie only confirmed it.

"I think she loves Stefan more but she doesn't want to be a vampire. She'll eventually want a normal life with a normal guy."

Bonnie stared at her. "You've been talking to Stefan?" She asked because she had the feeling Caroline was warning her and Elena did not know about what the spell had done to Damon. As far as she knew, Stefan hadn't told her that Damon was human now.

Caroline simply shrugged but there was concern in her eyes. "Look, all I'm saying is that she loves him and he loves her. You should be careful."

Bonnie was silent for a moment. She thought about protesting the unspoken implications of Caroline's words, the thought that she actually felt something for Damon but she had already gotten past that.

No, Caroline was worried about her. Not because it was Damon but because of the feelings that Damon and Elena had so obviously shared for each other for so long a time.

She let out a breath. "Thanks," she said finally, just plain touched that Caroline would worry about her in that way.

Xxxxxxxx

Once again, Damon stood in front of the window in the parlor. His ring was still sitting on the table behind him and he had a glass in his hand, although he hadn't drank anything from it yet. He honestly wasn't sure of his limit anymore and he would have rather avoided a night like the one he'd had the last time he'd decided to drink. Not to mention the hangover.

He hadn't slept much. In fact, the only sleep he'd gotten was those few hours in the witches bed. He'd spent hours there with her, watching some show with her that she seemed to love before falling asleep against her headboard. When he'd woken up, she'd had her head on his shoulder.

He liked the girl. That was really all it was. He'd never particularly liked her before, although he could admit to a certain amount of respect for her. The witch was definitely a fighter and she never let him get away with anything.

She and Stefan were the only ones who knew about his little transformation and Stefan didn't seem to know how to act around him, especially after the drunken apology he'd made. There was a certain amount of worry in Stefan's eyes since then too.

Damon knew what that worry was. He'd seen it when Stefan mentioned Elena and he wondered if Stefan had thought he would go straight to Elena and tell her about the transformation in hopes that she'd come running to him instead.

"You're not getting drunk again are you?"

Damon controlled himself and did not jump at the sound of his brother's voice. "Not yet." He turned to Stefan and set the glass down.

"Where were you last night?" And there was that worry again in Stefan's eyes.

"Why?" He had that urge again…to tease Stefan about his worries but stopped himself.

"You weren't with Bonnie were you?"

Ah. So, he had misinterpreted the worry this time. "Why?" He asked again. "Thinking of getting yourself a new girlfriend?" He frowned and couldn't figure out why that thought bothered him.

Stefan rolled his eyes. "No. I just wanted to make sure you're not-" He cut himself off with a grimace. He looked uncomfortable, like he didn't want to be having the conversation.

Damon could see what Stefan was thinking and, unable to help himself, he laughed. "What? Manipulating her? Even if I were still dead this is Bonnie we're talking about, isn't it?" He was pretty sure it wasn't possible for him to pull something like that with the girl and she was far less forgiving than Elena.

"Yeah." Stefan let out a breath, sitting on the couch.

"Elena put you up to this?" Damon asked, sitting as well.

"She's…worried," Stefan admitted.

"I think Bonnie can take care of herself," Damon muttered. However weird it was, the friendship that seemed to have developed between he and the witch since she'd agreed to save his life wasn't something he wanted to give up.

"I know," Stefan agreed.

"Great. Then tell your girlfriend that if she has a problem, she can tell me herself." He picked up his glass again before heading towards the stairs, suddenly wanting it again. He'd known that Elena was still angry with him for forcing her to drink his blood before the ritual and he could admit it was a stupid move on his part but he still couldn't believe that she'd think there was any way possible that he could manipulate Bonnie.

He hadn't spoken to Elena since he'd gone to her house to apologize for doing that to her. She'd slammed the door in his face and he hadn't been back since. He'd told her he'd give her time. Granted, he hadn't thought he'd had any then but still…

He loved her. Or, at least, he was pretty sure he did but ever since Bonnie had walked in and declared her intention of saving him, he hadn't been thinking about Elena.

It hadn't been Elena he'd been looking for when he was delirious from the bite. It hadn't been Elena that had been there when he'd died from it. It hadn't been Elena he'd went to the night before when he'd been bored and, well, lonely.

Xxxxxxxx

It was much later when someone knocked on his door. He opened his mouth, intending on telling Stefan to go away but stopped short when the door opened and he caught sight of Bonnie.

"Hey," she said and, without waiting for an invitation, she went over to his bed and sat down next to him. She shrugged at the look he gave her. "Couldn't sleep."

Damon simply nodded, refrained from any other sort of comment and settled against the headboard next to her.

He probably needed to talk to Elena and he figured she'd come find him sooner or later but, at that moment, he couldn't bring himself to care about that.

"So, you bring your DVD's with you? I haven't gotten to the second season yet."

Bonnie only laughed in response.