Disclaimer: I don't own TVD or it's characters. Those rights go specifically to it's owners. Only the story is mine.

A/N: So this is based off a dream I had, but embellish to make it interesting and edited to make logical sense.

"I don't know Care, Damon's been acting weird for months and at first I thought it had to do with his father passing, but now I'm not so sure." Elena stares at the bar noticing the absence of the one person who normally would be there and then turns back to Caroline. "I mean I expected him to distant, but you know more in the lash out sarcastic kind way he does, but he just—" She let out a frustrated sigh. "He just seems empty and I don't get it. He wasn't that close to his father—in fact, he despised him—so why is he taking his death this hard?" She threw her hands up and slammed them against the table.

Caroline reaches over and grabs Elena's hand and squeezes gently. "I don't know sweetie. Honestly, when it comes to Damon and his emotions I'm kinda clueless about them. I mean I'm more shocked that he actually has emotions."

"Alright, mushroom burger with extra cheese, French fries and a side of ranch." The waitress puts the aforementioned food in front of Elena. "And a grilled chicken salad with dressing on the side." The waitress put Caroline's order in front of her. "Okay, do you guys need anything else?"

"No, we're good," Elena says with a tinge of melancholy in her voice. She then takes a fry and dips it in ranch before putting it in her mouth to eat.

Caroline looks at her with an expression of disgust. "You know that's just gonna go straight to your thighs, right?"

"Don't care, especially not right now." Elena's expression drops suddenly and she just stares down at her food.

Caroline rolls her eyes and with an exasperated sigh, "Alright enough with the pity party just go over to his place and talk to him. You are getting way too sad over something that might be wrong. Once you have all the answer then feel bad for yourself, not before." She then forks her salad and begins eating.

"You see this is why I go to Bonnie. She lets me air out what ever I'm feeling and is actually considerate about them."

"Well don't blame me. It's not my fault she's been MIA for the last six months." Caroline's face falls as she considers her last statement. Bonnie left six months ago with a word or any warning. They just came home to their shared dorm to find all of her stuff gone. She hasn't tried to communicate with them since. They thought maybe somebody kidnapped her, so they went to the police, but there was nothing they could do. Apparently, she'd made contact with her parents so she wasn't a missing person. She just didn't want to talk to them. Caroline got mad just thinking about it.

"She'll contact us when she's ready," Elena said quietly.

Damon sat in his large empty home staring aimlessly at the fireplace. He hears the rain outside and it serves as the perfect background noise for his mood. As much as he hated to admit it, he was sulking. He hated sulking—that was his brother's thing, but since the incident that led to his best friend disappearing from everyone's lives including his, he hasn't been the same. He feels like he's missing something and Bonnie took it when she left. He doesn't understand why to begin with—he loves Elena, she should be everything he wants and needs, but she isn't. He needs more—he had more and he screwed it up.

Now he has a girlfriend and no one to talk to that understands him. This is why you don't sleep with your friends, he thought bitterly. He was never one to take sex seriously. To him, it was just something you did and if someone read more into it that was their fault, not his. So naturally, when he slept with his best friend over eight months ago he didn't think much would come of it. He thought he'd feel guilty for a little while for cheating on Elena and then life would go back to normal—but it didn't—life definitely resumed, but not how he intended for it.

To start with things between him and Bonnie got very awkward—they couldn't even stay in the same room for long and when they did they couldn't make eye contact. It was getting unbearable and he was going to do something about it and talk to her, but when he got to her dorm room he found Elena crying. Apparently, he had missed his opportunity to patch things up. He comforted Elena as best as he could and when he got home he found a note on the door. "I'm sorry" was all that was written and it was enough to thoroughly confuse him.

Sure thing had reached unknown territory, but that didn't seem like enough to warrant leaving and what the hell is she sorry for. Last time he checked it takes two to tango and if anybody was more at fault it was him. He didn't need to drag her down into his depression. He just did. He'd avoided Elena and Stefan with their probing questions about his feelings and just took comfort in Bonnie. She was the only one who knew how to deal with him.

There was something oddly easy about confiding in someone who always expects the worst of you. That's how their friendship started. She would judge him for some wrong deed he did and he would brush it off with sarcasm. It eventually got to the point where he wouldn't hide anything just to get a reaction out of her and then that change. They were stuck together in a blackout with absolutely no way of getting out. It wasn't quite The Breakfast Club type of bonding, but they both got a better understanding of each other and from that day on their teasing became more about having fun than hurting the other.

So right after the funeral while everybody was patronizing him about his feelings, she simply acted as though nothing had changed like he was the same person he was before his father died and he appreciated that more than words can say. It's not until booze entered the equation that things got complicated.

She had gotten under his skin, got him vulnerable enough to talk about Giuseppe and his abuse and he couldn't have that. That's why he kissed her and then kissed her some more and when she started trying to bring logic and reason into the mix all he had to say was, "aren't you curious about the fire between us?" for her to give in and explore the fire she felt every time they argued about something. She wasn't there when he woke up the next morning and though part of him was relieved it still hurt.

He was about to get another glass of bourbon when he heard his front door slam shut. Apparently, someone's in a worse mood than me, he thought as he heard angry steps coming toward him. By the click of the heels, he discerned that it was Elena—she was the only person besides Stefan who had a key and Stefan hadn't taken up cross-dressing as far as he knew so it had to be Elena.

"Damon!" Her footsteps got closer. "Damon!"

"I'm in here," he says while rolling his eyes. "There's no need to shout."

Elena walks through the archway into the living room where Damon is sitting on the couch. "Well, how else was I supposed to know where you were? It's a big house." She flops onto the couch right next to him.

"Elena, there are three rooms in this house I'm only ever in—I'm pretty sure you would've found me at some point—no need to disturb the quiet." He gives her one of his signature smirks.

"Well sorry my shouting interrupted your daily brooding session next time I'll be more considerate," she snaps at him as she gets up from the couch.

"Wait," he sighs out of frustration.

"Why? You're obviously in a mood again and don't want me here." She crosses her arms and cocks her hip to the side.

"I didn't say that."

"You don't have to."

"Come here. Just sit with me." He opens his arm to her for her to lie against him. Elena thinks about it for a moment, but then rolls her eyes and concedes—she came here with a purpose in mind, she's not just going to give up because he's being difficult again.

Elena tucks herself into Damon's side and he wraps his arm around her. Once Elena gets comfortable she looks up at him. "What's been going on with you lately?"

Damon looks down at her with a puzzled look on his face. "What do you mean?"

She scoffs at him and breaks their embrace, "What do you mean, what do I mean? You've been distant and you know it. You don't talk to me anymore and a lot of the time it feels like you don't even want me around anymore."

"Elena that's not…" he pauses in thought, he doesn't know what to tell her so he says the only thing he can think of. "There's absolutely nothing going on with me Elena. I think you're just reading into things."

"Bullshit!" She stands up enraged. "Look I know you took your father's death harder than we both expected, but seriously this can't be it. I want to know why you're pushing me out of life," she demands as tears are almost forming in her eyes.

He just stares at her trying to think of a response. There's an awkward silence that he's pretty sure has been going on for at least ten minutes. Right as he's about to speak the doorbell rings. Saved by the bell, he thinks as he bolts to the door to greet his savior.

He doesn't know what to believe when he opens the door. Her back is turned to him and she seemed to be hunched over, but he could still tell by her silhouette that it was Bonnie—his Bonnie, the one who left him six months ago, but he wasn't going to believe it until he saw her face. His mind could be playing tricks on him, so he approaches her slowly. When he gets to her gently lays his hand on her shoulder and whispers, "Bonnie."

She takes a breath before turning her head to face him. There are tears in her eyes when she looks up at him. She tries to speak, but her mouth is quivering too much.

Damon lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding. Her hair is a bit longer and her face is a little fuller, but it was her, it was Bonnie and he was about to spin her around so he could hug her, but she stops him.

"Wait!" She pushes him back. "Wait," she says softer. "I need to tell you something first."

Damon simply furrows his brows in response, but still, continues toward her.

She pushes him again. "No, really," she says through gritted teeth. "I need to make sure you don't freak out before…" her voice trails off.

"Before what, Bonnie? What's going on?"

"I'm…I'm pregnant," she whispers too low for him to hear.

"You're what?"

"I'm pregnant!" She turns around giving him a full view of her heavily pregnant form.

His mouth opens, but he can't form words. He's honestly having a hard time processing it. He has so many questions running through his head, but the main one that keeps sticking is why did she leave? Why did she leave? They could have worked something out.

"Damon?" He's brought out of his thoughts by Elena's voice behind him. "Damon who's at the door?" He doesn't get a chance to respond before she's coming out of the front door and sees who their night time visitor is.

Elena gasps in surprise and tears are almost forming at the sight of her missing best friends. "Bonnie!" She pays no mind to Damon as she all but runs over and hugs her. She doesn't notice something's wrong until Bonnie grips her with a strength she didn't know the girl had and quickly pulls away in pain. It's then that she notices the massive bulge in front of her friend and how her arms cradle it in pain.

"Oh my god!"

Bonnie looks up at Elena and nods in concurrence. "Yeah, Oh my god."

"Are you alright?" The girl looked like she was in pain.

"Yeah, I'm fine it's just Braxton-Hicks. I've been having them a lot lately." Bonnie catches her breath and stands up straight.

"Let's get you inside and out of the rain." Elena tries to support Bonnie, but she pushes her away.

"I'm not an invalid," she says as she walks past Elena.

Elena is about to follower her when remembers Damon. "You coming?"

"Yeah, I'll be right behind you." Elena nods and goes inside.

He rakes his hands through his hair and lets a heavy breath out. "Fuck!" Of all the many screw ups in his life, this one was the most unexpected. Though he's made sense of some things like her leaving and the note, he's still quite confused. Why did she keep this from him? He understands her reluctance with telling others, but why him? This affected him too. And if she was so adamant about no one knowing why did she come back?

Damon realizes he's not going to get any answers standing on his porch in the cold rain, so he goes in after them. He finds them in the living room. Bonnie's hunched over again and Elena's squatting right in front of her looking at her watch.

When Bonnie let's out a breath of relief Elena looks up at Damon. "Can you pull the car around I think we need to take her to the hospital?" Damon's forehead skews in confusion.

"No! I'm fine Elena, seriously. They're just practice contractions."

Elena takes her head between her hands. "Bonnie I think you're in labor. They're too regular."

"But my water hasn't broken."

"Yet. If textbooks are correct you are definitely in labor."

"It's too early. Just because you're pre-med doesn't make you a doctor."

"No, but that doesn't mean you should ignore my advice. We should go just to be safe. What's so wrong about going to the hospital?"

"Because I didn't mean to come here for this!" She's starting to have a panic attack. "God, I screwed up so much!" Bonnie's face floods with panic tears. Damon just watches in shock in the corner. He's too drunk to handle this.

"Calm down Bonnie. You're going to be fine once we get you to a hospital."

"No, it's not going to be fine! I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I just wanted to come here and tell Damon. Not go in labor and definitely not have you be so nice to me." Her body is wracked in sobs.

Elena rubs Bonnie's back to console her while her face scrunches in confusion. Why would she want to tell Damon, I'm her best friend? And why would she think I'd be mean to her?

Elena freezes as the realization dawns on her. Tears start forming in her own eyes along with Bonnie. She looks to Damon. "This is why, isn't it?"

Damon doesn't respond, but the guilty look tells her it all. She looks down at Bonnie and sees the same look reflected. It's enough to thoroughly piss her off.

Elena gets up from her spot and angrily walks toward Damon and starts hitting him. "What is wrong with you! MY BEST FRIEND?! You are fucking miserable, cheating asshole!"

Damon doesn't do much to defend himself, but it's enough to wake him from his stupor and block any real damage. Bonnie's loud yell alerts both of them and they stop in their tracks. The look over to her and find her hunched so far over that her head is almost between her knees.

Elena huffs in annoyance. "Get the car." She says sternly and he complies. Elena walks over to Bonnie. "Don't think you're getting out of this. I don't forgive you or anything, but we need to get you to a doctor."

"I understand," she says while nodding. Elena helps her up to walk out to the front where Damon has the car running. Elena opens the car door for Bonnie and helps her into Damon's Camero.

Elena bends down to glare at Damon. "Get her to the hospital."

"You're not coming with us?"

"To the birth of the love child between my best friend and my boyfriend? No thanks, I'll pass." She slams the door in both of their faces.

They're about halfway to the hospital when Damon decides to break the silence. "You couldn't have told me this before you left?" That was something that had been festering him since he found out she was pregnant moments ago.

"It was too complicated," she says somberly.

"Trust me I'm aware of that, but how is this any better?"

"It's not!" she yells in frustration. "But I had to tell you. I realized I made a mistake and was trying to fix it the best way I could." She implores him to understand.

"Well, you're off to a great start."

Bonnie rolls her eyes at him but is caught by a really strong contraction. She braces herself against the dashboard. She's breathing in and out fast as it wracks her entire body. And that's when she feels it, a snap that causes liquid to seep out very slowly between her legs. Her face scrunches in disgust at the feeling.

"Ew."

Damon looks over to her in a panic. "What, what is it?"

"My water just broke."

"On my seats?!"

"Yeah, and if you don't hurry up there will be a lot worse on them."

Damon presses his foot on the gas a little bit harder. He definitely didn't want placenta on his leather seats.

They made it with time to spare. When the doctor told her that she was only 6 centimeters dilated and that it could be a while she groaned in frustration, but she was happy that they gave her an epidural immediately. Damon stayed outside of the room for that.

This was definitely not how she had planned any of this going. As her due date approached she felt guilt—guilt that Damon would never know, guilt about Elena, and guilt that she had let it come to this in the first place. This was the only one thing she could change, so she got in her car and drove all the way from Atlanta to Mystic Falls. She knew it was risky this late in her pregnancy, but she still had time. Her due date wasn't for another two weeks.

Damon had yet to come back even though the doctors left ten minutes ago. She couldn't help the niggling in her brain that was telling her that he wasn't ever coming back, but that was quickly quelled when he came in two minutes later with a cup of ice.

"I saw it on TV once that ice chips help," he says timidly while handing it to her.

"Thanks," she grabs the cup and puts it on the tray in front of her.

Damon scoots the chair closer to her bed and sits in it. He runs his hands over his face. "This has been a long day."

"And only going to get longer."

"Yeah." He sits back in contemplation. "So how were you planning on hiding this from me forever? I mean you couldn't have just stayed with your mother forever and think we wouldn't notice"

"Wow, you waste no time just straight it."

"Yeah, well, tonight's taught me it's necessary."

She gives him a half-hearted smile. "I was going to give her up."

"Her?" He feels something in the pit of his stomach knowing he's having a daughter.

"Yeah, her."

There's a pause as he imagines his little girl.

"Are you still giving her up?" He doesn't quite know what he wants the answer to be. Too much too fast had happened.

"No, I can't. I love her too much, she's a part of me that I'm too selfish to give up. That's why I came to you, to tell you. I couldn't keep her and not have you at least know about her."

Damon just nods digesting what Bonnie had just told him. It was all so overwhelming. He planned to spend his night sulking over bourbon because he missed his best friend. Now that she was back and pregnant with his daughter and he didn't quite know how to take it.

"Well, what do we do now?"

"Figure it out as we go along?"

"Sounds like a plan." He sits back and kicks his feet up on the bed. He grabs the remote from her tray and flips the TV on something mindless—it was going to be a long night.

A/N: So I planned on this being a oneshot, but this felt like the natural ending so it's just going to be a two parter.