Sorry that this chapter is shorter than the others, but I had to cut this off before the next scene(s) to get everything to mesh well.

"Dude." Stiles ran over to Scott. "Guess who showed up at my door last night?"

"What happened?" Scott feared something sinister had occurred.

"No. Nothing like that. My sister showed up."

"Bonnie?"

"Yeah."

"Seriously?"

"I know, right?"

"What did your dad do?"

"I don't know, he was happy. After the whole thing with me dying and everything, he doesn't want to scare her away. He wants to reconnect or something. After she went to bed last night, though, he freaked out. There's something off about her and we both sense it."

"What?"

"She's…I don't know…serious and sad and a little intimidating. Like she is old." Scott snorted. "No, I mean. She acts like she's super old." Stiles explained. "We better keep her safe."

"Like you need to even say that."

After Bonnie dragged her delivered boxes up to her room, she hid and unpacked her grimoires. She only sent the essential ones, the rest being hidden in various places in Mystic Falls: a few in the Forbes basement, a dozen at the Boarding House, a couple emergency ones in the caves with the Original story, for example.

She sighed and got dressed, pulling on some shorts and a loose blouse. She grabbed a pair of boots before leaving her room. She hadn't been to Beacon Hills as an adult in a while, but she'd explore, maybe get a drink.

John sighed, he really avoided calling Bonnie's other set of parents as much as possible. Especially since Bonnie didn't need them communicating to each other as she grew up. He didn't have Abbie's number and strangely couldn't find it in the police system, but he did find Rudie Wilson's work number, as he became the Mayor.

"Hello, Mayor's Office." A woman's voice answered.

"Hi, this is Sheriff John Stilinski." John replied. "Can you connect me with the Mayor. I'd like to discuss his daughter for a moment." He added reluctantly.

The woman hesitated before responding strangely. "Please hole on a minute."

John sighed as he was put on hold. He wanted to make sure everything was alright as far as Rudie knew, maybe get him to give him Abbie's number.

"Hello, Sheriff?" Another woman answered.

"Yes." John answered confused. "I'm sorry, I was looking for Rudy."

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir. I'm interim mayor. Rudy Wilson died a month ago."

"What?" John asked, shocked. His daughter would have told him that her stepfather died, wouldn't she? "I'm sorry, how did this happen."

The woman cleared her voice uncomfortably. "He was killed sir."

John hung up the phone after further inquiring and not receiving any information of substance to explain who'd want to kill a small town's mayor. Now he knew why Bonnie seemed so…depressed. But there were still many questions to be answered.

Bonnie sat at a bar, waiting for her drink to be made when a man sat next to her and ordered a beer. For the first couple of minutes Bonnie didn't say anything, not when his beer was brought, or her vodka cranberry (thank you, Caroline for the fake id that wasn't so fake, as compelled from the DMV). She didn't have a vampire's tolerance, but she needed something to take the edge off of that girl passing through her earlier in the day. She pulled out her phone when she heard a text message chime, but as she was maneuvering, she dropped her journal, where she had been writing parts of her memoir-manual in.

The journal landed, closed, on the floor, but before she could pick it up, the man slid off his stool to hand it to her, silently.

"Thanks." She offered him a small smile.

He grunted. "No problem."

Minutes later, two men had begun pushing each other, one clearly more drunk than the other, when one collided with her back, sending her forward, knocking her stomach into the bar. Her breath was knocked out of her, but she was fine.

The man got up and grabbed the two men, forcing them to stop, and threw them to the ground. "Out." He commanded. And they did leave.

"Thanks, again." She laughed.

"It was nothing."

"I'm Bonnie ." She held her hand out.

"Derek." Derek shook her hand. "The bar isn't normally so filled with…" He indicated the men who were leaving.

Bonnie laughed. "I'm sure. Every bar has unsavory types. The bar I used to frequent at home had some surprising fights you'd never expect."

"So you're knew?"

"Just moved here. Are you from here?"

"I grew up here. I just got back from dropping my sister with some family friends in South America."

"Road trip with your sister. Must have been fun." Bonnie laughed. She'd heard of all of Damon's road trips, and road trips were not on her to do list.

Derek shrugged. "Want another drink?" He offered.

Derek normally did not flirt with strangers, but there was something about the girl next to him that was easy. They didn't talk about anything, and there was no pressure to. She was just someone to have company with. And they talked for hours like that. He found out she was writing a book of sorts and was from Virginia, and he told her the best running trails he knew of and what there was to do in the area.

"I better go." Bonnie said, checking her watch. "I'm visiting family here, and they'd have a fit if I missed our first dinner with me in town." She laughed.

"Alright." Derek smiled. "Maybe I'll see you around."

"Yeah, that sounds nice." Bonnie turned around to leave.

"Wait!" Derek called, scooting off his stool. "Do you want to check out that town festival over the weekend?"

Bonnie smiled again. "That sounds fun. Here." She ripped out a page from her notebook and wrote her number. "Call me, and we can set up a time to meet up."