Sorry for the long wait…the penultimate and finale episodes of Teen Wolf were amazing! I can't wait until it comes back in June!
Bonnie walked in the door and was surprised to see her dad sitting on the couch waiting for her.
"Hey, dad. Sorry, I went out to see if Beacon Hills changed much." Her back was turned as she put her jacket on the hook. She turned around and was surprised to see her dad was in front of her and had engulfed her in a hug. "Dad?"
"I'm so sorry, Bonnie."
"About what? Is Stiles alright?" Bonnie began to panic.
"What?" The Sheriff pulled away. "Of course Stiles is fine, he's upstairs starting his homework. Which probably means he's skyping with Scott or something."
"Then why are you 'sorry'?" Bonnie questioned.
"I called your Rudy's office." The Sheriff was giving her a look. Bonnie sighed and wrapped her arms around herself, looking at the floor. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have flown out to help you."
Bonnie walked past her dad and sat on the sofa. "I…" How was she supposed to explain that? "I wasn't there." She shrugged, still not looking at her dad. "I didn't see the point in going." Which was a lie. She had gone to the funeral, even if no one else knew she was there.
"What are you talking about." John sat down next to her.
"He wouldn't know I was there." She shrugged. He wasn't on the Other Side. He wouldn't know anything about her funeral because he was blessedly normal. "I don't need to show my face at an activity for others to wallow and apologize to me."
"Bonnie-"
"Funerals are for the living, and he is dead. I didn't need to go."
"But you, Bonnie, aren't dead.'
Those words, her father spoke as he tried to comfort her, struck her in the chest. Because she was dead then. And now, she didn't know. She wasn't dead, but she wasn't alive. Or rather, she was dead, but she was also alive, possibly. Whatever it was, she was immortal. "Does it matter?" Bonnie sighed bitterly.
"Of course it matters!"
"I don't want to talk about this." She said flatly.
John was known for his relatively even temper. Hell, he raised Stiles. "Well we are!" He yelled.
Bonnie, for the first time, met her dad's gaze and she saw red. He knew nothing. He didn't know she had watched her dad die. He didn't know she and her friends were dead. Her boyfriend was dead and she died to bring him back. Her grandmother was dead. Everyone was dead.
"You have to put up the veil." Her grams pleaded with her.
"Not yet."
"What are you doing, Bonnie?"
"I can bring Jeremy back! I can keep him here."
"No, you can't!"
"Elena needs him, this was always the plan, Jeremy wasn't supposed to die."
"It was the will of nature. There is no magic strong enough to challenge it."
"I have every magic! I have the spirits!" She started chanting in latin.
"Stop it!"
"I have expression." She felt the power rush through her veins. "I have the darkness."
"Bonnie don't!" But she continued to chant. She felt the force of her life flowing out of her, but she didn't dare stop. But she couldn't breathe. But instead of going dark, she saw herself, on the floor. "Oh my god." She looked at Sheila, her grandmother. "I'm dead." She couldn't breathe.
She remembered dying. It was a sensation she'd feel again and again for the rest of time. And her dad wanted to talk about a funeral. Something so trivial.
"I don't care what you want." She said lowly. "I asked you not to come to my graduation because I didn't need you. I had Rudy. And I have Caroline, Elena, Stefan, and even Tyler and Damon. I have people on my side you wouldn't imagine." Because, despite everything, the Originals would come to her aid. She had werewolves, witches, vampires, and hunters on her side, and she didn't need anyone. "I'm here on my terms, and if being here will cause this…overprotection to exists, well, I don't need it." She got up.
"We're not finished Bonnie!" John stepped in front of her. "You asked me not to come to your graduation. To let Stiles finish school. And you'd come visit. And you never did!"
She didn't want her dad coming because she didn't want him smack dab in the middle of an expression triangle, but that was neither here nor there. "I'm here now! I sent emails!"
"Wow, e-mails, Bonnie! Because that's the same!"
Bonnie's heart raced as she looked past her father. There was a man there. A man who shouldn't be in her house. "No." She whispered. This couldn't be happening.
"What?" The Sheriff became confused with the sudden change in his daughter.
Bonnie watched the man approach. She wanted to tell him it was alright. She didn't want her dad to see her…what was about to happen.
John Stilinski watched as his daughter crumpled in pain. "Bonnie!" He kneeled next to her as she screamed. "Stiles!" He yelled. His son entered the room quickly, no doubt having listened to there fight.
"What's wrong with her?" He asked with wide eyes.
"Call an ambulance."
"No, no ambulance." Bonnie called weakly. "I'm fine." She tried standing up, but stumbled, only for her dad to catch her.
"Alright, let's go."
"I don't need a hospital."
"Bonnie, you're on the ground in pain." Stiles pointed out blandly.
"Stiles, ignore your sister. Get my car." he passed his son his keys to the cruiser.
"Dad, I really don-"
John grunted as he picked his daughter up, but managed to interrupt you. "You don't get to refuse. No, you don't get to say anything, right now." He said angrily. "If you're not going to take care of yourself, I will." He left the house, kicking the door closed. "Get in the back, Stiles." He yelled, kicking his son out of the front seat. It was public property and Stiles was Stiles. Stiles held the door open for his dad and he placed Bonnie in the back.
Bonnie waited for her dad to get in the car. "I don't need a doctor."
"Bonnie, Stiles and I aren't blind." He gripped the wheel tightly as he took a turn. "We see that your neither happy or physically healthy."
"That's completely unfounded!"
"Bonnie, you look skeletal." Stiles pointed out quietly from besides her.
Bonnie scowled at scooted farther from her brother. It's not that she had a problem, but it was hard to remember to eat when you were dealing with mortal peril every other Tuesday. Isn't it enough that she had saved everyone more times than she could count? Why does she have to grovel for forgiveness?
When they arrived, John told Stiles to wait with Bonnie, silently telling his son to make sure Bonnie didn't escape or have another episode.
He walked to the nurse's desk to check Bonnie in.
"John?" A familiar voice asked from behind him.
Melissa McCall was surprised to see the Sheriff dressed casually out of uniform in the hospital. "Is everything alright?"
John sighed. "Yeah. well, maybe. No. My daughter is back in town and she had some type of episode."
"Alright, let me check her in." After a few minutes, John led Melissa over to where he left Stiles and Bonnie.
"Bonnie, good to see you again." Melissa smiled kindly.
"How are you Mrs. McCall?"
"Just fine, let's see how you're doing, yeah?" She indicated for the Stilinskis to follow her.
Bonnie reluctantly followed Melissa, but shook her father's hand off her elbow. "Don't touch me." She hissed, low enough for only him and Stiles to hear, not wanting to cause a scene.
The doctor entered the room shortly after they arrived, Melissa staying for moral support, standing next to John off to the side with Stiles sitting on the end of the bed Bonnie was (forcibly) placed on. "What brings you here today, Miss. Stilinski."
"It's Bonnie Bennett, actually." Bonnie corrected. She came from a long line of proud, powerful witches, she was a Bennett for better or worse. Her lineage could be traced back to Qetsiyah, a lot of good that did her.
"She collapsed in pain, doc." The Sheriff shot a look at his daughter. It was not the time to be squabbling over her name.
"Anything caused this?" The doctor asked, not looking up from his notes.
"I'm fine." Bonnie denied. What was she supposed to tell him.
"Clearly you're not if you're in the hospital, Miss Bennett." The doctor moved towards her. "This will be a little cold." He placed his stethoscope on her back under her shirt for a few moments, listening to her breathe, before he moved it to listen to her heart beat. "Let's just run a few tests to double check everything is fine."
As the tests were being completed, Melissa had left, but Stiles and John had tried talking to an uncooperative Bonnie. The doctor walked back in and gave his diagnosis to a focused John. "Everything seems normal. Her heart rate is a tad slow and she's a bit underweight, but she seems fine. I'd like to perform an MRI for conclusive results but besides that, I couldn't tell you what, if anything, is wrong."
"Do it." John said.
"No." Bonnie denied.
"Ignore her."
"I'm eighteen. No tests can be performed without my consent." She had had enough.
"Come on, Bon. Just do it for us. Give us piece of mind." Stiles tried extending an olive branch.
"No." She got up. "I have taken care of myself for a long time. There is nothing you or he" she gestured to the doctor "can do that would cure me of something that isn't there!" She sighed, trying to get a handle on her anger. "I'd like to go home now, and I'll walk if you won't take me."
"I can't do anything without her consent, Sheriff." The doctor said quietly to the man.
The Sheriff crossed his arms and sighed tiredly. "Alright, get me the paperwork."