A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing what was supposed to be a one-shot. If it wasn't for your kind words of support, I probably would have just left it there. It really means more than you'll ever know. Hopefully you'll enjoy the second installment!
"I'm sure there are a billion other people you'd rather be here with."
"Not exactly."
Damon Salvatore woke abruptly from his dream about his last few minutes in 1994 with Bonnie. Why was he still having dreams of her when she was back now and in the room right down the hall from him? Maybe because it still bothered him that she sacrificed herself for him. He could still remember the light smile of determination on her face and the tears in her eyes as she saved him; as the ascendant took him away. She was hurt and injured and she had to take care of herself alone. No one was able to do it for her, yet again. And though she told him some crap about having to look after herself for once, it still didn't sit right with him. When was someone going to save her for once?
He got up from his position beside Elena who was sound asleep. He should still be rejoicing in the fact that everything was back to normal now. He was back from the dead with the girl of his dreams and his brother and an added bonus was that Bonnie was alive and back in the present with him as well. So, why did he still feel as if something were missing?
He knew why when he cracked open the door to the room Bonnie was currently sleeping in. Jeremy was practically smothering her as he held her in his arms. What did Bonnie really see in him anyways? He was younger, immature, had a death wish, and let's not forget that he cheated on her with a ghost. That should have been the ultimate red flag and yet she still wanted to be around him. Why couldn't she have just slept in the same room with Caroline? They spent several hours, with Elena included, talking all night and catching up on everything. Bonnie could have slept on the couch near Enzo all he cared… well, not Enzo, but anyone else other than him and Jeremy. He even had to hear them swapping spit before she fell asleep.
It just made no sense.
He stalked back to his room, grabbed the bottle of bourbon from the dresser, took a swig, and got back into bed.
"Where'd you run off too?" Elena's voice invaded his ears. He was surprised that he didn't realize she was awake.
"Got a little thirsty and needed a blood bag." He lied. Great, now he was lying when he had no reason too.
"Are you a little thirsty for something else too by chance?"
When Elena's hand found his dick he almost, and it would have been a first, moved her hand away. But he needed something to get his mind off of the girl who was trying to weasel her way under his skin. So, instead, he pulled her on top of him with every intention of making her scream.
Damon woke up to the clouds slowly moving aside to let the sun shine through. Elena was still asleep beside him and though he fulfilled his intentions of getting her to scream his name early this morning, he still wasn't able to truly satisfy himself.
The smell of pancakes and bacon wafted to his nose and he immediately got out of bed, threw on some pants and a shirt, and went downstairs to the kitchen.
He was now witnessing Bonnie at the stove, flipping a pancake. He was a little surprised because all the time they were together he was the one to make breakfast and she was always on dinner duty.
"Thought you'd be sick of pancakes by now."
When she didn't acknowledge him, he assumed she was ignoring him, but that assumption left him when she turned around revealing the earphones in her ear.
"Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good mannn…" He knew she had the voice of an angel, because he used to hear her sing in her room sometimes when she didn't think he was listening. But, she never once sang in front of him and though he never pushed for it, he now wondered if she sang in front of Jeremy. And why he cared, bothered him.
Bonnie's eyes locked on his and she jumped and grabbed her chest, while the skillet fell to the floor.
"Damnit, Damon!" she yelled, yanking the ear plugs out of her ears. She bent down to pick everything up and ended up burning her hand on the pan. "Ouch."
Damon rushed over to her, "Let me help you." He picked up everything and turned down the stove.
"Thanks." He heard the hostility in her voice.
He was going to brush it off, but he knew by her demeanor that something was wrong.
"I forgot how clumsy you were."
She didn't say anything as she brushed passed him and turned back up the stove and poured the pancake mix in another skillet as well as tended to the eggs.
Her attitude was making him gain one. "You know ignoring me isn't going to make me go away, so you might as well tell me what's going on."
She still didn't turn to look at him, but she did decide to respond. "I wouldn't be so jumpy if I got some sleep last night."
Looks like you were sleeping fine, he almost said out loud, but refrained from it.
"Well, you girls know how to chit chat all night long." He said, popping a strawberry in his mouth. "Which I don't know why it didn't lead to a naked pillow fight."
"I wasn't talking about that." She mumbled under her breath, but of course Damon and his vampire hearing heard her.
"Well if it's about Jeremy then please leave out the details." He then grabbed a piece of bacon, devouring it like he hadn't eaten in years.
Bonnie moved passed him to put the eggs on a plate and take it to the kitchen table. "I wasn't talking about Jeremy." She all but snapped.
"I don't speak cryptic witch, Bon-Bon. Why don't you clarify?"
He watched her turn around and cross her arms, giving one of the famous eye rolls that he knew was only reserved for him, and yet it still somewhat turned him on.
"I'm talking about how you and Elena practically woke the whole house up at like five in the morning. Some of us need to sleep and it was just completely disrespectful that you couldn't tone it down."
He didn't say anything at first, and she just rolled her eyes again, turned around, and finished preparing the table.
He was behind her before anyone could blink, and she turned around with a defiant look in her eye. He didn't allow her to walk away even though she tried, and then that left them both standing there just staring at one another.
Damon watched as she held her chin up high to show that she wasn't the one to back down. He wasn't ashamed that his eyes fell to her lips for a moment. And that's when he came to the conclusion.
"Jealousy actually suits you, judgey." Apart of him wanted to get under her skin, but there was another part that wanted to know if she were actually jealous.
"You're crazy if you think that's what this is." She then moved away from him to prepare more pancakes. "It would have just been courteous if you both would have kept it down."
He didn't say anything and just stared at her as she continued cooking breakfast.
"I mean how would you like it if Jeremy and I woke up everyone?"
She didn't see the veins form in his eyes, but they were gone as quick as they came.
He was beside her before she could flip another pancake and he nudged her a little to take over. "Trust me; I'm sure you wouldn't have screamed anything with Jeremy."
He could see out of his peripheral that she was glaring at him.
"Incendia." She whispered and fire appeared, burning the pancakes and almost burning him. He jumped back before it caused him damage.
"Damnit, Bonnie!"
She made the fire go out and then retreated back to cooking.
He turned her around and backed her against the counter. Any other time, she would have sent his ass flying out of a window, so he was surprised when she didn't.
Their eyes remained on one another yet again, and before he could apologize, which he didn't know why he should, Stefan's vampire girlfriend or whatever, interrupted them.
"Something smelled really good earlier, and now it smells burnt."
Damon rolled his eyes and Bonnie moved away from him, and smiled at her. "That would be Damon trying to help me, poor guy can't seem to make toast."
She then smirked at him. "Think you could at least finish setting the table and fix everyone's plates?" Before he could answer, she walked away.
And yet even though he was irritated with her, he couldn't help but let his eyes fall to her ass for a moment.
It was well into the afternoon and Bonnie had no idea why she was still upset over hearing Elena and Damon earlier. He finally apologized, even though he really didn't need too. If it was such a bother, she could have just spelled her room to silence it out, but no, she decided to suffer through it.
"You're in a good mood for the first time this decade."
"Cause I have a hot date with my girl tonight. I'm thinking dinner and a movie. You know what? Screw the dinner and a movie. Skip straight to the good part."
She quickly erased the memory of Damon's words and his enjoyment of poking her butt with a stick. She was actually going to stop thinking about him all together because now was just not the time.
"Is everything alright?" Jeremy asked as he took off his shirt and walked over to her.
No one could lie and say that Jeremy didn't have a nice body, because he literally had abs for days. His body was hard yet soft to the touch and when he positioned himself between her legs, she should have been on cloud 9.
But she wasn't. "Yeah, I just get a little cranky when I don't get enough sleep." It wasn't a complete lie.
"I'm sure I could give you a good night's rest." He smiled and began kissing down her neck. She and Jeremy had the cabin to themselves for a couple of hours. Everyone was out doing their own thing and she and Jeremy decided to stay behind.
And she knew he was trying to make the most of it. She missed Jeremy, she really did, but there was a part of her that would have been somewhat okay if she never saw him again. How bad of a girlfriend did that make her?
When his lips touched hers, Bonnie wrapped her arms around his neck. Needless to say, Jeremy definitely kissed every inch of Bonnie, ending with his mouth branded between her legs. She only realized how long they had been fooling around when she heard their names being called from downstairs. That only made Jeremy quicken up the pace, and when her release hit, she couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips. It had been awhile since it wasn't just a solo act bringing her to orgasm.
"I guess we should get down there."
"Or you could spell the room and we could wait awhile." He kissed her deeply.
"I wish." And she was almost sincere about it. "But, I promised Caroline I would help her put up Christmas decorations." Even though whether she promised Caroline or not, she would have been forced to do it anyways or deal with wrath of her best friend.
After they got dressed and walked downstairs, she immediately felt like she was doing the walk of shame when she walked into the living room and it got quiet. It was safe to say she forgot that vampires had heightened senses until Stefan looked at her and then looked away rather quickly. Enzo gave her a devilish grin, and she wondered if her cheeks had turned beet red. And then there was Damon, who looked like he wanted to kill her.
Bonnie wondered if her cheeks had turned beet red.
"Someone must have had a fun time." Ivy said rather bluntly. "Bonnie you smell delicious."
Bonnie wasn't the only one who gave her a weird look, Caroline's look held disgust, and Elena's eyes widened.
"So, if that's all the embarrass Bonnie moment for today, how about we get started on these decorations." She went over to an unattained box and started pulling out items.
And that was the end of that.
They spent the rest of the day, decorating, eating leftovers, and drinking. Needless to say even the vampires with their high tolerance were a little tipsy. She tried her best to keep her eyes off of Damon, even though every time she would look his way his eyes were boring into her, while he drowned himself in bourbon. But, every time she tried to talk to him he would just blow her off or ignore her, and it was really starting to piss her off. This wasn't the Damon she dealt with in 1994.
Her attention on him was halted when Jeremy pulled her under the mistletoe Caroline hung in the doorway not too long ago. She wasn't really one for PDA and only expected to give him a light kiss, but his lips covered hers, leaving them both breathless.
Everyone else was so busy drinking, hanging up decorations, and dancing around, that they didn't even notice. And she was sure she wasn't the only one who hadn't noticed Damon leave either.
Only a few minutes passed when Bonnie told Jeremy she was in need of fresh air and needed to make a phone call. Lying wasn't something she tried to make a habit out of, but right now, she couldn't even explain what she was doing.
"Damon what is going on with you?" she asked, after she made her way out to the dock. "You've been giving me the silent treatment the whole night." His silence only fueled her annoyance. "Damon?" Her hand went to his back, but he moved away from her as if she burnt him.
"You know Jeremy was having sex with about every girl in a skirt while you were dead? Why would you want to sleep with him knowing that?"
She wasn't surprised about what Jeremy had done; she was more surprised that Damon seemed to care. "Yes, I do know. Jeremy thought I was dead, and he was grieving. We all do things we can't explain some time when we're grieving."
"He's not good enough for you." He muttered.
"What?"
Damon finally turned around, and even though she was a little angry with him, his eyes looking into hers was still having an effect. "I just think it's funny how you got mad at me for what I did with Elena this morning, but we all practically walk in on you and Jeremy, and you pretty much let everyone smell your…"
She cut him off right there. "First of all, no one was in the house when we started. Second of all, even though it's not really any of your business, Jeremy and I didn't even have sex, but if we had, would it have mattered? He's my boyfriend for crying out loud."
"You say that like it means something."
"You know what," She took a breath. She couldn't deal with him right now. "I don't even know why I bother. How about we forget that those months in 1994 happened? Whatever friendship we tried to form obviously is nonexistent now."
When Bonnie turned to walk away from him, Damon instantly sped in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.
"Bonnie, get out of here."
"I'm not going to make it. But you are."
"No!"
Damon tried brushing the memory off, but it was that specific memory that entered his head at least ten times a day. It was literally making it hard to process anything, when all he could do was picture her wounded on the ground, saving his life. And then to add icing on the very tall cake, he had to come home to hear Bonnie getting pleasured by the useless waste of space in there. It was all literally driving him crazy.
He spoke before she could say anything. "Why did you save me? Why did you sacrifice yourself to save me?"
He watched as her eyes connected with his, and realization hit her. "Damon, you need to let all of that go. We made it back, and we're both okay."
"Don't you think I've tried, Bonnie?! I can't let it go. I can't get your face out of my head of you risking your life yet again for someone who didn't deserve it."
Her demeanor went from caring to anger in a matter of seconds. "You don't think you deserved it?" She pushed him a little, reminding him of a time not too long ago. "If you didn't deserve it Damon, then I wouldn't have done it!"
"You deserved it too!"
"And I'm here now!" she yelled back. "Don't make me regret saving your life if you think you shouldn't have been saved."
They were silent for a moment before she grabbed his hand a little forcefully and put it to her chest. "I am okay, Damon. I'm not going anywhere… not anymore. So please appreciate the life you were given again." She was able to provide him a light smile. "And stop being such a jackass."
His hand never moved from her chest. He wanted to be okay, he really did, but he couldn't stop thinking about that moment. He couldn't get her face out of his head. He just needed… he needed Bonnie, and though she was standing right here in front of him, she still felt far away.
"Every time I close my eyes now, I save you."His first time admitting it out loud. "Of course it doesn't count now, but every night I save you."
His hands intertwined with hers. He felt like an idiot right now. He didn't know why Bonnie was making him feel vulnerable, especially when she never ceased to call him on his shit at any given time.
He watched as her eyes slowly left their hands and looked back into his. He watched when recognition hit her and the exact moment she felt it.
"One minute?" He asked. "I just need… I need this." Last night's minute provided so much comfort for him, and it just wasn't enough. But in all honesty, would it ever truly be?
He knew she was a little hesitant at first, but she allowed him to embrace her in his arms and she held on to him like yesterday…. like her life dependent on it. Only this time, her fingers circled his back repeatedly, and his hands caressed up and down hers.
The minute passed and when they broke apart, their eyes remained on one another. His hand caressed her face and he watched as she closed her eyes and leaned into it. It was the pained expression on her face that threw him off.
He lifted her chin, so she would look at him. He wanted to feel her lips. He wanted to feel everything from her, but when her eyes opened he saw the tears.
She backed away. "I can't…..I'm sorry." And then he watched her make her way back towards the cabin.
Bonnie decided to stay at the dorms at Whitmore that night. It had less to do with the fact that she and Damon shared a moment and that he almost kissed her, and more to do with the fact that after she left him standing there, he whisked Elena up to his room for another round of the night before. Jeremy asked if she wanted to stay with him at Matt's and Tyler's, but she told him she and Caroline were probably just going to have a little girl's night.
It was partially true. Caroline was talking Bonnie's ear off about Stefan and Ivy, and Bonnie was half listening. Her thoughts kept leading back to Damon and their moment on the dock. But then it kept going to after their moment, to what he was probably doing to Elena right now. She almost wanted to set something on fire, but decided against it.
"Where are you going?"
"Home. You coming?"
"Bonnie are you even listening to me?"
She didn't know how many times Caroline tried to get her attention before she finally responded. "Yes, you're in love with Stefan, you're mad at him that he hasn't been communicating with you, and you can't stand Ivy." That should have summed up everything.
She received the silent treatment from Caroline for the rest of the night. Bonnie decided she would apologize for her bitchy attitude towards her friend tomorrow. She loved her to death, but everything she said wasn't far from the truth. But, she would worry about that in the morning, because tonight… tonight she would get some rest without any interruptions, even though Damon never left her mind.
A week had passed since returning from 1994, and unbeknownst to Bonnie, their little Thanksgiving get together was the day where everyone decided to have a little ounce of normal. Caroline, Elena, and Jeremy informed her the night she came back about their summer without she and Damon and how they each went through it. She knew they were still not able to get into Mystic Falls because of the traveler spell, but they left out the information that there was a vampire hunter on the loose, Alaric's new girlfriend… or whatever she was to him couldn't be compelled, and let's not forget that Damon and Stefan's uncfew, Zach, had a daughter. The pregnant lady that Damon killed, the baby ended up surviving. Then there was the fact that when Elena was going through the motions, she almost killed her, Caroline's compulsion wore off, and Jeremy slept with her a few times. And to sum it all up, she was now missing. Great. If that wasn't a headache in the making.
The thought did cross her mind for a moment of why did she come back for all of this? But, she had this feeling that things were going to be different. She hadn't even reached 21 yet and she had died more than once…more than twice if technicalities were in order, but now that she was back, her plans were to actually live for once and enjoy her life. She was able to get in the classes she wanted, thanks to Caroline's compulsion, and the best part of everything was that she had her magic back. Finally, she would be taking the time to learn more about her family history, and improve her skills. She was just excited that she had the opportunity to do that and not mess it up this time.
As she flipped through the pages of her grandmother's grimoire, she thought about how she was going to lift the spell that kept the vampires outside of Mystic Falls. Supposedly the travelers used a Bennett spell to create it, go figure, so a Bennett spell was needed to take it down. She just had to come up with one. It was no secret that she wanted her friends to be able to go back into their hometown as needed, but her main purpose for doing this was to practice and utilize her magic.
"Run."
Bonnie remembered the smile of triumph that formed on her face as awareness hit her that her magic was back. She remembered the look of hope that crossed Damon's features. It was the first time she saw that look in his eyes.
"Giving up so soon? I'm embarrassed for you."
She remembered saying that to Kai right before Damon knocked him out.
"I'm sorry I called you the most annoying person in the world. I hadn't met him yet."
Of course Damon chose the wrong time to enter her thoughts. Every time she thought of him lately, she instantly felt frustrated. She hadn't spoken to him since that night after Thanksgiving, and she knew he was ignoring her. It pissed her off because she hadn't done anything wrong.
Rolling over on her back, she stared at the ceiling. A part of her wished she would have went out with Elena, Caroline, Matt, Tyler, and Jeremy tonight, but she told them that she had a paper to finish. In reality she had already finished that paper; she just really needed some alone time and she knew they would have probably forced her into it if they knew the real reason.
Appearing at Alaric's apartment where Damon was currently staying was the last place Bonnie expected to be tonight. She knew from Elena that Alaric would be out tonight with the doctor, so Damon would be by himself. She debated knocking a few times, but then she decided that he probably wasn't there, so she decided going back to the dorms and watching a movie would be better.
She never got a chance to do that.
"To what do I owe this visit?" His voice caused her to turn back around. She didn't even hear the door open.
As soon as she looked at him, she regretted ever coming here. He was looking at her like she was the only one that mattered to him, and those looks were only reserved for Elena.
She took a deep breath before speaking. "I heard about Sarah and I just wanted to make sure you were alright."
Bonnie tried her best to act as if his staring at her wasn't a problem, but in reality, it was. She could feel an immense amount of heat course through her body.
He shrugged, "I guess killing that woman wasn't the worse thing I've ever done now, since the baby lived."
She shouldn't have really been surprised at his nonchalant attitude. But, because she had grown to know Damon, she knew he was feeling something completely different.
Before she could get a word out, his voice stopped her. "I'm sure that's not the only reason you came by."
It wasn't, and since he didn't want to talk about the newest member to the Salvatore family right now, she did want to get everything off of her chest, but made it appoint to talk about the family issues later.
"You're right." She walked inside and he closed the door behind her. "I want to know why you've been ignoring me. I've called and text you several times with no word back from your end. If it weren't for Elena, Ric, and Stefan, I probably would think something happened to you."
"Glad to see you care."
"What makes you think I don't care about you, Damon?" Someone could have told her last year that she and Damon would get into a conversation like this, and she would have looked at them like they were on something.
He shrugged her off and went to get another drink. Before he could grab his bottle of bourbon it shattered to the ground, causing him to turn around quickly glare at her.
"Thanks for ruining a very good bottle, judgey." His voice held annoyance. "And now you owe me and new shirt."
"I came all the way over here so you're going to talk to me without all the drinking." She took off her jacket, and hung it on the coat rack. "What is wrong with you?" She watched as he leaned against the wall, folding his arms.
Silence engulfed the room, but Bonnie would wait all night if she had too.
"How is it so easy for you to come back and pretend like nothing ever happened over there?" He confessed and he hated that he sound like Stefan right now.
"Is that what you think?"
"It's what's presented right in my face."
"Well maybe if you didn't give me the brush off you would know that this isn't easy for me. To go everyday with someone to being thrown back in a life you'd never thought you would see again, it's not easy for me. I mean come on, the second day I was back I made the whole house pancakes. I am sick and tired of pancakes, but I did it because I wasn't ready to let go of everything over there!" He didn't say anything and she continued. "I just…. I don't know Damon, I miss you, and it's really hard because you keep ignoring me, and it kind of hurts." She admitted.
His face looked unreadable.
"I didn't think that was possible since Jeremy is there for you."
She rolled her eyes. "Gosh Damon, why do you keep bringing up Jeremy like it's a problem for you?! You have Elena. You are with Elena. You love her."
He used his speed to stand in front of her again.
"So, where does that leave us?"
Heat pooled in between Bonnie's legs at their close proximity. He looked as if he were undressing her with his eyes and she almost couldn't form a thought.
Before Bonnie realized it, she was grabbing both of his hands in hers; just like before. But this time, instead of a soft pull, she yanked them showing that she was tired of all of their hostility with one another.
"One minute." Damn her voice for deciding to play the seductress.
She was caught off guard when he brought her hands to his lips and gave them a kiss. "One minute."
And when that one minute was up they didn't let go. Not this time. Damon kissed her forehead and then her hands again. But this time, he decided to bring her hands to rest on his shoulders, and she didn't move them away.
Their eyes searched each other while a silent agreement was formed.
One minute was definitely not going to be long enough, as their lips touched.
TBC… maybe.
A/N: I put TBC if you all want to see more. The reviews really help so thanks again for that. And thanks for taking the time to read. If I do decide to continue and make it a multi-chapter fic it will follow somewhat of the storyline, but obviously as you can see some things will be different. Hopefully it wasn't confusing going back and forth with Bonnie and Damon's POV (its still in 3rd person, just different views)
I also forgot to put in the last chapter that the one minute reference is from Scandal. And In this chapter when Damon is saying "I save you." Spike from Buffy gave me that inspiration.
Thanks again! =)