AN: Glad you all liked the grandma fossil-ninja! I actually had the grandma from Tweety and Sylvester in mind, but yeah the one from Madagascar cuts it too, Zo! When you think about it, all berserk grandmas look alike...

And alas, we are nearing the end! This chapter is prelude to Bamon. :)

Bonnie was glad that she was finally alone. Stefan, who managed to change her opinion of him completely, left her in the living room after getting a phone call. And so far, her only dilemma was being unable to spot a wall clock anywhere. Were they that literally timeless, she thought bitterly. At least they weren't home if ever she transformed back.

BATHE.

I'm starting to stink.

Bonnie hopped down from the swing to the small bowl of water in her cage. She started to clean herself and felt better. For a second she saw her reflection on the water and wondered why the guys never noticed her eyes, because they looked rather mossy green, like her real human eyes –or maybe they did, because they said she was 'strange'. Perfect. Even in bird form, she was 'strange'. Never pretty.

She was about to do a full bird bath when her whole body suddenly vibrated in alarm because the front door closed. She gasped in surprise, which, of course, came out as a tweet, or rather –a hum.

Another predator, she thought fearfully, and saw a dark blurred figure make its way towards her. Her nerves were on edge, her heart pounding insanely against her small chest, rocking her back and forth slowly. This was danger.

"A bird…" the voice announced.

Bonnie almost regurgitated all the berries she ate. What the fuck was Klaus doing here? She gulped. Technically, Klaus walked in on her while she was taking a (bird) bath. When he stooped down to her line of sight, their eyes meeting in recognition, she's pretty breathless.

"A beautiful bird, that is," Klaus corrected himself. He stood there staring, as if unable to put a finger to the confusion that etched his handsome face. Blue-green eyes trained on her greens. He lifted the cage from the coffee table and proceeded to stare. "You are most interesting."

FLUFF FEATHERS.

"Actually, she's mine."

Bird and Original turned to the door and saw Damon there, who looked like he came form hell and back. "Don't ask." He crossed his arms across his chest. "Now would you mind telling me what the hell are you doing here with my bird?"

"She is yours?" Klaus asked with a frown. He made no motion to put the cage down.

"Yes," Damon answered quickly, a blush coloring his face. "Mine."

MUST PROCREATE.

Bonnie felt like fried chicken because of the heat in her loins, er, glands. Why did that sound so oddly… sweet? She felt concern flood her feathers when she watched Damon walk fearlessly towards the hybrid and clutched his hand over where Klaus gripped the loop of the cage.

"So unhand her now..."

Klaus tilts his head to the side, as if studying Damon. He hardened his grip on the cage. "No."

Damon's blue eyes flared anger. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he demanded. "You're trespassing!" He tugged the cage to his direction. "Go back to your family and leave my bird alone!"

Bonnie tweeted –partly in protest and in jest. Or dizziness.

EARTHQUAKE.

But Klaus only pulled it back. "I can go anywhere I please." He lifted a brow. "On the other hand, you are being very rude to your guest."

"You're not my guest, you're my enemy!" Damon growled. "Why are you here! If this is about your sister…"

"Mind your tongue, Salvatore. You are…"

"Give my fucking bird back to me!"

EARTHQUAKE!

Instead of revealing why he was there, Klaus paused to frown and look at the bird tweeting in what sounded like frustration. Damon followed suit.

"Oh, the poor little thing," Klaus remarked, his voice laced with utmost concern.

"Shut up–" Damon lost all thought when he, along with the Original, thoughtfully observed the green bird as it swayed back and forth (she wasn't even in the swing) and fell with a small thud against her heap of berries. Unable to tackle Klaus down the floor and give him a good beating because of the vice-like grip they had on the cage, all Damon could do was yell, "YOU KILLED HER!"

"You're the bloody bastard who wouldn't let the cage go!"

"SHH!" Damon hushed him, and leaned his right ear closer to the cage. "I think she just fainted."

"Ah, yes. I can hear her heartbeat."

"Get your hands off! It's all your fault!"

"If you haven't been so damn annoying…"

"If you haven't been here in the first place…!"

Despite their arguing, both of them still locked angry gazes at each other and still didn't release the cage. The two of them went back and forth with their verbal sparring and it was Stefan who casually walked in the living room. He put two and two together and opened the cage with skilled fingers and obtained the knocked-out bird. He walked to the window and blew his minty fresh breath into Bonnie's face. After two seconds, Bonnie blinked her eyes back into consciousness. Stefan then pricked his thumb on one of his fangs and wiped that drop of blood on her beak. She unconsciously licked it, and in a while, she's back on her two small feet.

BERRIES. MINT. BERRIES!

Wait... What?

"Stefan…" vampires behind him chorused in warning, wary of the open window beyond.

"Dearest bird," Stefan whispered, loud enough for all of them to hear. "You know too much. Fly away onto your freedom." He flicks his palm upward and in reaction, the bird jumps and flaps its wings.

FREEDOM!

"STEFAN!" Damon and Klaus shouted as they saw the bird afloat, but their midair pounce towards the youngest vampire was thwarted when something beat them to it. Their eyes widened when Stefan is suddenly on the floor on his back, a very naked Bonnie Bennett sprawled on top of him.

Stefan's eyes almost popped out of his skull. He found himself having a migraine because he found it confusing where to look –her perfect breasts or her flushed face. His brain kept telling him to focus on the former.

Klaus took his sweet time to analyze what just happened. He tilted his head to the side and made it a mission to memorize what the witch looked like without all her layers of clothing. Bonnie looked rather... scrumptious. All eyes turned to him when he actually voiced his thoughts out loud.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY LITTLE BIRD!" Damon hollered at the top of his lungs, scooped Bonnie in his arms, zoomed back to his room and slammed the door shut.

AN: RnR, lovelies! :)