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Chapter 14.

As Damon pulled the car into its typical spot he started to tell Bonnie they were back, but she was still sleep. He looked over at her a little longer, she seemed to be sleep more and more lately, he thought to himself as he opened his door and went to the other side. He carefully removed her seatbelt and picked her up, he'd come for the other stuff once she was inside. Quietly, he walked to the door, having a little difficulty turning the knob with his hands full, but managed to get it open; the house seemed too quiet. Quietly, he laid Bonnie on the couch, she'd be okay there for now, he thought looking around the room. He noticed a note on small coffee table, it was Stefan's handwriting.

Gone off to eat.

It simply said as Damon crumbled it up and shoved it in his pocket. He glanced over at Bonnie who was still soundlessly sleep. Deciding everything was okay inside he headed out to retrieve the belongings. Unexpectedly the stuff was still in the car; maybe he should stop thinking everything was going to go missing or something was going to go terribly wrong. He could have a better life, things could be normal. Right? He wondered as he grabbed the bags and headed back inside. After placing the bags in the kitchen he explored the cabinets, maybe he could work on making something for Bonnie. Not that he had to be that type of boyfriend.

As he started pouring a glass of water he noticed the lights flickering, he paused, watching as they flickered again. Then again, and then they went out, then back on, but so dim it was difficult to see. "Bonnie" he called, setting the glass aside as he moved back into the next room, Bonnie was still sound asleep on the couch, but she looked to be moving. Or something. "Bonnie…" he whispered moving over to her. Her lips were moving, she looked like she was saying something, but it sounded like garbling. "Bonnie, hey, come on, wake up" he whispered, gently shaking her but instead of stirring the lights flickered again. "What are you doing Bon?" he asked watching the lights dim and then brighten. "Bonnie, come on," he said shaking her a little more forceful this time as she mumbled and then twitched her head to the side.

"Damon?" he turned around, a little surprised to see Jeremy.

"I thought you were out doing something somewhere" Damon said to him as Jeremy gave him a suspicious look but then shook his head.

"No, I was lying down, saw the lights, is everything okay?" he asked, his eyes falling on Bonnie who had suddenly stopped moving.

"I think so" Damon replied as he stood up. "We got back a few minutes ago" he added, though he didn't see why he felt the need to tell Jeremy.

"Yeah, the others went to eat" Jeremy told him as Damon nodded. "How was the trip, did you guys find what you needed?" he asked before the awkward silence could settle.

"Kinda, we got kicked out before we could make too much headway, but I think it's for the best, don't want anything to happen to my dear girlfriend" he said as he watched Jeremy's jaw tighten and then loosen. He knew he probably shouldn't have teased him, but it didn't make sense not to, especially if he set it up so perfectly.

"I'm glad you're happy Damon, I know you don't believe me, but if she makes you any less of a dick and you do learn to care, then, I'm glad you two are together" he said. This time Damon looked at Jeremy suspiciously. What was that supposed to mean? Men didn't give up that easily. Did they? Regardless, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to call some sort of truce, it would surely make Bonnie happy. He cleared his throat, there he was, thinking about Bonnie again; at least the thoughts were only in his mind. Then again, if Jeremy noticed a difference the rest of town probably did too. As long as he didn't start whistling the next time he stocked up on blood bags he was safe, he thought as he stuck out his hand.

"Alright, thanks" he said to Jeremy who nodded, giving his hand a quick shake before the two pulled apart. "Just remember—" Damon already knew what Jeremy was going to say, but that wasn't what caused Jeremy to stop talking. Instead, the lights had suddenly went out. "What's going on?" he asked as they dimmed. In the back of his mind Damon had a sickening feeling this wasn't exactly Bonnie's doing.

"Weird question, have you talked to Shelia Bennett lately?" he asked as Jeremy wrinkled his nose in response. "Yeah, that's kinda what I thought" he said, the lights going so bright they seemed to spark. "So this whole cure thing, there might be a few people against it" he told Jeremy as another light started to spark.

"Bonnie!" Jeremy said making his way over to her but Damon pushed him back.

"If she's subconsciously doing this you have to let her finish, if you try to wake her up there's no telling what you might do to her brain" Damon reminded him.

"So we let her burn the house down?" Jeremy asked. He had a point, Damon thought as he kneeled beside Bonnie.

"Hey, Bon, if you can hear me, you have to stop, you have to focus and wake up" he said quietly as he stroked her cheek. "Just listen to my voice and calm down and then come back to us" he said slowly. As if some sign she heard him the lights lowered, though a few remained on the verge of sparking. "Get me some water" he told Jeremy who nodded and jogged off into kitchen. Damon turned back to see Bonnie mumbling again. "Ssh, it's okay, just come on, wake up…" he said stroking the stray hairs off her face.

"Damon…" she mumbled out as Damon let out a loud sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness," he whispered as he kissed her forehead.

"W—what, what happened, where am I?" she continued mumbling as she blinked a few time and looked around. "Where's the bags?"

"It' okay, everything is here, you're fine, here, have some water" he said as Jeremy appeared beside him with the glass of water.

"Jer," she said in a groggy voice as Jeremy handed her the water.

"You guys just got back not long ago, you've been asleep, but you were doing weird things, with your magic" he explained as Bonnie rubbed her head but didn't say anything, which seemed kind of surprising in Damon's opinion.

"Since we got home my magic has been a little whacky" she quietly admitted. Damon started to say it must have been an effect of dying twice but Bonnie was already shaking her head. "I almost killed you, Damon. After we realized my father was in transition. And I've just been angry about everything since then, it hasn't helped. When we left to meet Klaus, I was so afraid I'd lose control again, I marked myself," she paused to show them her hand. The two marks by her thumb, right, they were a recently discovered mark that could control 'self-control.' However that worked, though, it didn't seem that it did.

"Maybe you should do it again?" Jeremy suggested but all three of them knew it wasn't a quick, easy and painless process.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Damon asked as Bonnie looked away.

"At first I was ashamed. I let my magic get away from me again. And then—now…" she shook her and looked back at them. "Now I don't think it's me."