She'd been in her room, rummaging through grimoires looking for any information. Bonnie had Jeremy searching through her grimoires in Mystic Falls. Despite the family's continued silence, Stiles and the Sheriff grew worried at the time Bonnie spent in her room, only leaving so she could get coffee to stay awake more. Derek hadn't seen his girlfriend since she left, and he was equally worried.
"What did you do to my sister?" Stiles asked Derek as they were driving to the power station.
"What?"
"She hasn't left her room in days."
"Nothing. Bonnie hasn't left? Is she alright?"
"No. She's not sleeping or eating. She keeps her doors locked and seems to be reading a bunch of old books non stop."
Derek frowned and gripped the wheel, speeding up, determined to finish this problem, so he could move onto whatever was bothering Bonnie.
"I found it. I found it!" Bonnie jittered to herself. She scurried over to her phone, which was sitting by her bedside table.
"Elijah." She dialed. "Pick up. Pick up."
"Hello?"
"Elijah. It should've worked." She started.
"Bonnie?"
"I've been looking through all the grimoires I have at my finger tips, which given those I commandeered after the Martin's deaths, sorry about that, has grown substantially. Anyways, the Harvest, it should have worked. Someone took their power."
"Thank you."
"There's a way to resurrect the girls. The power has to be rereleased."
"This means a lot, Miss Bennett."
"I just wish I had my powers so I could do more."
The Sheriff got home, turning the lights on, and was surprised to see Bonnie waiting at the bottom steps. When she saw him she flew into his arms.
"I'm sorry!" She said. She was lucky not to have parents who'd sacrifice her for randoms beliefs, no matter how warranted they thought it would be.
The Sheriff didn't say anything, but hugged his oldest back, stroking her hair.
Bonnie began sobbing. She hadn't been held by her father like this in a long, long time and it was hard to remember what it felt like because it was before her death and months she lived unable to contact anyone, even Jeremy.
"Shhh." John comforted.
Stiles was surprised to come home to his sister and dad, not only talking and laughing, but setting out cards for family game night.
"Finally! C'mon Stiles, the popcorn will be ready is a sec and then we can start!"
"What are you doing?" Stiles said, confused and shocked.
"Rummy 500, duh. What does it look like?"
"No. I mean, this." He gestured.
His dad came out from behind him and clapped his hand on Stiles' shoulder. "Truce tonight, son."
Stiles sighed and shook his head. "Only if I get first deal."
"Deal." Bonnie laughed.
Stiles and John moved around quietly, trying to not to wake Bonnie as they cleaned.
"What changed?" Stiles asked in the kitchen.
"I'm not sure, but I know she needed that." John shrugged.
"How can you be okay with her dating Derek?" Stiles wanted to pull his hair out.
"I'm not. The age difference is concerning-"
"And then there's the whole part about him being a werewolf-"
"Yes. But we can't tell Bonnie what to do. She'd resent us more than she does. And there are more important things I want to learn before we move onto the dating frontier."
"Like what really went on over the summer."
"Exactly."
"Why don't you call Abbie?"
"I don't have her number." John shrugged. "And she won't exactly be happy to hear from me."
"I don't want Bonnie involved in pack business. With Beacon Hills serving as a beacon again, it won't be safe."
"I know, Stiles." John shrugged. "Deaton told me. But you have to question yourself. Would Bonnie be safer if she fell for someone else?"
Bonnie sat up and yawned. She looked up at the clock and was surprised to see it was past noon. She shouldn't have been surprised, she hadn't slept for three or four days prior when she was researching the Harvest for Elijah.
She sat in the shower and as the water poured down on her, she couldn't help but pity those poor girls who had died. They were stuck in some sort of limbo.
She closed her eyes, just for a second, and found herself in a room, watching from the top of the stairs.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Elena?" Bonnie asked. But like when she was a ghost, Elena couldn't see her.
"Please, where am I?" Elena was strapped to the table, with tools coming out of her and a doctor standing over her.
Suddenly, she was yanked from behind. "What are you doing back here, sweetheart?"
"Kol." Bonnie tried not to be scared, but cried out as Kol pushed her, and she tumbled down the stairs.
Bonnie awoke, still in the shower, but the once scolding water was long cold. She was surprised to see Derek in front of her, grasping her shoulders.
"Derek? What are you doing here?"
"I asked Scott to have Stiles let me know when I could come see you. He called and said you were finished with whatever you were doing. What the hell are you doing? Sleeping in an ice cold shower?" He reached up to turn the water off, keeping one arm on Bonnie. He grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped Bonnie in it before setting her on her feet. "I waited for a bit downstairs, but the shower was taking too long and…"
"Thanks for waking me up." Bonnie said.
"What happened there?" Derek asked pointing to a cut on Bonnie's arm.
"What?" Bonnie looked at her arm. That cut hadn't been there before her 'nap'. "I fell." She lied.
Derek looked like he wanted to say more, but instead ushered her out of the room. "I'll grab some gauze. Put something warm on, Bennett."
Bonnie slipped on some jeans and was buttoning her blouse as Derek came back in the room. He cleared his throat as he approached. They sat on the bed silently as Derek wrapped some the gauze around her arm.
"Thanks." She smiled and looked down at her hands, breaking eye contact.
"Any time." He tilted her head up and captured her lips with his. After few minutes, he pushed her back onto the bed without breaking the kiss. Bonnie hadn't felt like this ever: not with Jeremy even. Having Derek with her made her feel safe and whole, even if he knew next to nothing about her life.
Bonnie heard the door slam and pushed Derek off of her. "Stiles." She whispered. Derek nodded and moved to sit at her desk, curiously looking around at its' constants. He held up a necklace.
"What's this?" He asked.
Bonnie frowned. "That belonged to my bitch of an ancestor, Emily." She was still bitter about the whole possession thing.
"I bet there is a cool story behind that." Derek said just as Stiles walked into his sister's room.
"What are you doing here, Derek?" Stiles said irritably.
"I was just telling Derek a story about my ancestor. She was a witch, Stiles." Bonnie tried to ease Stiles into forgiving her for dating someone he clearly didn't like.
"A witch." Stiles coughed and glanced at Derek. "That's insane." he cleared his throat. "What do you mean, witch?" He rambled.
Bonnie smiled at her brother's antics and shrugged. "She was burned at the stake at a site of a massacre of witches. Legend says you can still hear their voices by the house they were all burned at. I heard that Emily bound a spell to that necklace." Bonnie pointed to the one in Derek's hand, trying to sound eerie and scare her brother. "That would unleash vampires on Earth." Okay, so she embellished a bit. Her story was a lot more interesting than what actually happened. Kind of.
"Vampires. Psh. No. That's hilarious, Bonnie."
Derek rolled his eyes at Stiles' lack of grace. "Stiles." He said to break Stiles out of his ramblings as he put the necklace down.
"Right. Yeah, sorry. I'll be going now. Please don't have sex while I'm home." He ducked out of the room, leaving a gaping Bonnie and an annoyed Derek.
"I'm so sorry." Bonnie shook her head disbelievingly. "I question whether we're actually related sometimes."
"I can't believe I'm dating Stiles' sister." Derek joked.
"I like to believe I'm more than just his sister. I could be a witch." She joked. Well she wasn't a witch. So it could be a joke, she guessed.
"It makes sense, you did put a spell on me." Derek walked over and pecked her on the lips.
Bonnie laughed, outraged. "That is so cheesy, Derek Hale! And extremely bigoted to witches, I might add!" She seriously was a little offended, not enough to actually warrant anger though, it was just a joke.
"But you know how the lyrics go." He aid suggestively, pushing her back on the bed, leaning over her. "You put a spell on me, and now your mine." He quasi-sang in a husky voice.
"Those aren't the lyrics, you dork!" Bonnie laughed as Derek kissed her.
"Bonnie Bennett, you have a boyfriend!" Caroline was glad to finally get a chance to talk to her friend.
"Caroline." Bonnie groaned. "I don't make a big deal of it when you get boyfriends."
"Yes you do." Caroline denied. "And besides, what do we know about this boy? He could be a serial killer."
"I think I can handle myself. And he's not a serial killer! Derek is nice. He's a bit older, but somehow Stiles knows him. Which is sort of weird because they don't like each other."
"Well, I'll need to visit to vet him."
"Oh god, no." Bonnie gritted her teeth. "Enjoy college and stop worrying, Care."
"Fine, I won't come yet."
"And don't send Stefan or Damon or anyone."
"Fine. But make sure to tell him that if he hurts you, he'll get his throat ripped out. And then we'll heal him, make him eat it, and rip his throat out again."
"Jeez, Care. Channeling Klaus, much? And I can't tell him any of that. He'll think my friends are crazy killers."
"I mean, we sort of are. We've all killed someone, not to mention Damon and Ripper Stefan. You even acquaintances with the Originals, who are, like, the world's oldest serial killers, and-"
"I get it, Caroline. All of my friends are incredibly fucked up."
"Which is why we'll stay close forever." Bonnie snorted. "Always and forever." She mocked the Originals' motto. "So, what about you? Any boys chasing after Caroline Forbes yet?"