Very short chapter, but I needed a bit of a filler, and I had very little time.
The nice controlled and rational side of me had apparently taken a vacation in the past 24 hours, because I greeted Bonnie in the same way I was greeting everyone, with an incredibly awkward and out of place hug. At least this time I wasn't crying. I grabbed hold of Bonnie and kept excitedly saying how happy I was to see her and how much her friendship meant me. She probably thought I was insane. She mumbled some equally nice but entirely forced reply. As I pulled back, I took my first good look at my real life mirror, and I came up with a brilliant opening to our peculiar meeting.
"Hi, so if you haven't guessed already, I 'm you."
"Yeah, I figured that much out. John filled me in a little, and since you're hugging my or our best friend, I guessed you weren't Katherine." And I thought my greeting with Bonnie was awkward. At least she didn't know what pronoun to use either. After the world's longest pause ever, I figured I should break the tension.
"Listen, I know you have a ton of questions, but believe it or not we have bigger problems than my sudden time travel. Damon, you need to give Caroline some blood to heal her." I gave this command hoping this would refocus everyone's attention, and my past self gave the rebuttal I knew was coming.
"No, no way," She said.
Damon offered his defense, "just enough to heal her. She'll be safe in the hospital. It'll be out of her system in a day. She'll be better Elena."
This was officially the worst case of déjà vu. She offered her same stubborn opinion, as if she had any say in this, "no, I can't agree to that."
Bonnie finally piped in with the voice of reason, "do it. This is Caroline. We can't just let her die. Do it." Once Damon saw that both of our nods of approval, I knew the matter was settled.
"If I do this, you and me call a truce," Damon proposed as if he wasn't planning to do it anyway.
"No, but you'll do it anyway, for Elena," Bonnie responded with her smuggest knowing smile. My past self just stood there looking oblivious. How stupid I used to be. Before I could recover from my self loathing, I realized very quickly that there was one part of this encounter that I had forgotten. This became glaringly obvious to everyone, when my Aunt Jenna cleared her throat, while staring at her two identical nieces.