A/N: Thank you all for reading and reviewing the previous chapters! It really does mean a lot! I hope you all enjoy this chapter =)

Bonnie stirred awake slowly. A yawn escaped her lips as she sat up, and realized she was in her room instead of on the couch with Damon. Ms. Cuddles was snuggled against her side and she couldn't help but form a small smile. It was nice to have her stuff teddy bear here in this time dimension, but a part of her wouldn't have mind if Damon were snuggled against her instead. She quickly erased those thoughts.

She could tell that she was starting to feel better. He throat didn't feel as scratchy anymore, and her head wasn't about to erupt off her shoulders. Glancing at the clock beside her bed, her eyes widened a little looking at the time. 5:30pm. Had she really slept all day?

Walking over to the window, she wrapped her blanket around her shoulders because of the chill she felt, and looked at the snow falling to the earth. She really loved the snow. Though the sun wasn't shining and it wasn't dark outside, she knew that her clock was right. She had literally slept all day.

Her phone buzzing brought her out of her thoughts. She didn't remember turning it back on last night, but she shrugged it off and opened the txt from Matt: Heard you weren't feeling well. If you need anything let me know? She smiled. She also had a few missed texts from Caroline and Elena. Caroline's texts seemed more neurotic that she wasn't picking up her phone. She had dozens of texts and missed calls from Jeremy. She'd call him back later. No need in prolonging the inevitable. They had to talk sometime.

She also noticed a text from Damon. Opening it, she noticed that it was a video. When she pressed play, she almost dropped her phone. It was a video of her sleeping and moaning Damon's name. Several times! Before it stopped, he turned the phone towards his face: Looks like someone has the hots for me, huh judgey?

She immediately deleted the message.

"Don't worry; I still have it saved in my phone. I can send it to you again if you want?"

Damon's voice made her look towards the entrance of her room. She witnessed him holding a tray with a bowl of soup, fruit, and a glass of orange juice. A smile wanted to appear on her face, but she quickly pushed it aside, due to the fact she was petrified of what she just watched.

"Damon, if you don't delete that video, I'll throw you out of this window." She threatened.

"Look whose voice sounds better." He smirked. "You look better too. Even though it is very hard for you to look bad."

"Don't try to compliment me." She folded her arms, and glared. She was glad that her voice didn't sound like road kill anymore, but that didn't change anything. "Delete it."

He shrugged. "Fine, fine. You ruin all of my fun. But I'm not going to delete anything until you get back in bed and eat."

They stared at each other for a moment. Bonnie still holding a defiant look to her face even though her body was screaming to jump back in bed and continuing resting. With only one more second of the staring contest, she rolled her eyes and sat back down, pulling the blanket over her lap.

Damon sat down in front of her and began to feed her. She was going to make a comment that she could feed herself, but he seemed adamant in wanting to do it, and she couldn't deny the feeling that coursed through her at his generosity.

After the warmth of the homemade chicken noodle soup soothed her throat, she took a few sips of orange juice.

"Don't think this gets you off the hook."

He gave her a grin. "It's not my fault you were having sex dreams about me. Trust me, I'm flattered. But I'm sure dream me isn't as good as real me. If you want me to demonstrate, all you have to do is ask." He winked and moved a little closer.

"Dream you is just fine." Sometimes she wished she would learn to bite her tongue.

She regretted looking into his devious eyes, but before anything could be taken back, he cut her off. "No take backs, Bon-Bon. You have an attraction towards me. It's okay. I mean you did kiss me, so I can understand."

Her eyes widened. She thought they would never bring that up again. "You kissed me, Damon! And you know I still feel guilty about that, so let's not bring it up again."

He shrugged. "Well, I don't feel guilty."

She looked at him for a moment as he picked with the fruit on her plate.

Changing the subject, before they went down a road none of them would probably be able to escape from, Bonnie said, "You know I thought you were gone actually. I didn't expect to sleep this long."

"You needed your rest. And what kind of friend would I be if I left you here to take care of yourself. I had to make sure that you could breathe through your nose, and that you took your meds. And I definitely wasn't going anywhere until you broke your fever."

Her heart automatically jumped. She knew that she and Damon had grown close. It wasn't a secret that they cared for one another. But him taking care of her while she was sick, him tending to her… feeding her, being there for her. It was heartwarming. She didn't get to experience that often with anyone, and to have Damon, someone that she strongly disliked in the past…even hated once upon a time, be the one to give her that experience, she honestly didn't know what to feel. But, she did know that when he wasn't around, she wanted him to be.

But on the other hand, she shouldn't want him to always be around. That would be wrong right? She was with Jeremy and he was with her best friend. They would be committing the ultimate betrayal if anything went further than the friendship they acquired.

"Thank you….for taking care of me."

"Thanks for letting me."

His response was sincere. His eyes on hers were sincere. It was making Bonnie feel all too much at once, and unconsciously, she lit a few candles in the room.

The smirk on his lips made the flames grow a little brighter.

"I'm, um… I'm sure I was a handful." She took a bite of her fruit.

"Define handful." He drank a sip of her juice. Good thing he couldn't get sick. "You almost fought me to speak to Stefan when he called." Her eyes widened. "You got so mad that I wouldn't give you the phone that you almost destroyed mine and turned back on yours. I guess the meds and my tea concoction hit you before you could dial his number because you were out like a light."

"Stefan probably thinks I'm a lunatic now."

"Nope. Just that you're a real riot when you're sick. I should have recorded it." He then moved a stray eyelash off of her face.

As of right now, she couldn't handle being touched by him, so she stood out of bed. "I should go take a shower."

"Or, I could run you a bath while you relax." He jumped up and made her sit back down. He kissed her forehead before heading to the bathroom.

Every part of her wanted to stay put. It would be nice to just forget about her guilt and chalk it up to the birds, and let Damon do what he wanted. But, at the end of the day this wasn't right. So, she followed him.

"Damon, what is this?"

After turning on the water, he stood up and looked at her. "It's a bathtub, Bennett. With water. Did the sickness make you lose your memory?"

"No, I'm talking about this." She moved her hand back and forth between them. "Us? This may not be appropriate."

"I'm taking care of a sick friend, how is that not appropriate?"

"When have you ever just taken care of someone?"

"I'm doing it now."

Okay, good point.

"Look, Bonnie, before the judgey eyes come and ruin a good thing today. I like spending time with you. Is that so wrong?"

She cleared her throat. "No, it's not wrong, it's just that…."

"It's just that because I kissed you and we've been having a few close encounters, it's starting to make you rethink a lot of things on how you feel about me?" He stepped closer to her until her back was against the wall.

Her treacherous eyes decided it would be suitable to stare at his lips before looking back into his eyes. "That's not what I'm saying."

He leaned down a little, as if he might kiss her. She would have closed her eyes to prepare for it, but he shrugged, catching her off guard, and walked passed her, back into the room.

She took a moment to recuperate, before she followed him. "Damon, I…."

"And before you tell me more crap about how you're with Jeremy and how you supposedly have that strange puppy dog love for him, save it. After what you told me last night, I'm surprised you haven't phoned the little dweeb and ended it."

Hearing his thoughts on Jeremy was nothing new. Damon had been protective over her for awhile now, but she wasn't stupid. She knew it had to do with something else.

"Jeremy and I have a lot to discuss, but I'm not just going to end it because we had an argument."

"One, that's not exactly what I'm talking about, and two, the kid only wants you for sex. What are you not seeing?"

Bonnie folded her arms and glared at him. Apart of her regretted bringing it all up in the first place. Maybe somewhere deep down she did it because she was afraid to admit that he was making her feel something.

"Well, before I make your blood vessels boil over out of your skin for your last comment, why don't you refresh my memory on the first one?"

This would be the exact moment that the cat decided to catch his tongue, and his silence pissed her off. She had the option of going off on him, but she still wasn't 100% better and then where would that leave them?

"Look, I'm feeling much better now, so it's okay if you leave. I'm sure you're needed elsewhere."

As she was about to make her way to the bathroom, his next words stopped her.

"You told me you loved me."

Heat. That's what she felt. Pure hot heat. It coursed through her body like she had been sitting in a sauna for over the allotted time, robbing her of breath. She didn't know if she were shocked, humiliated, or turned on by just how he said it. Hell, she was probably all three. The moment she felt him behind her, her legs were beginning to feel like jelly; like she could collapse any moment. Her heart began to thump loud in her chest and she knew without a doubt that he could hear the change in pace.

When she turned around, he bent low enough so their foreheads could touch. He was so close that she didn't know if breathing was something she could do. When did it get like this between them? When did the loathing really stop? When did the bickering go to a minimum? When did they start relying on one another for comfort?

She stood there for a moment contemplating everything. She could literally kiss him right now. His mouth was so close that if she leaned in just a little, their lips would touch. If that happened, it wouldn't just be kissing as the image of him taking her over on the bed crossed her mind.

Bonnie regretted her inappropriate thoughts and her inability to sleep normal.

She turned her head slowly to the side, not trusting herself to look at his lips any longer. "I was asleep." And yet just saying that sound like she was trying to put on her best under the weather seductive voice.

They didn't move for a moment. He still kept her trapped between his body and the bathroom door. As far as sayings go, stuck between a rock and a hard place definitely applied to this situation.

"I know you, Bonnie. Is it true?"

She wanted to curse. Spending every single day on repeat for four months, you did learn a thing or two about someone, and Damon was right, he did know her. But, whether she admitted it or not, what would it have mattered if it were true? It's not like confessing anything would do either of them any good.

Bonnie was finally able to take a deep breath when Damon's cell phone went off. It couldn't have happened at a more convenient time, because she really didn't feel like having this conversation with him. She honestly didn't even know how.

She watched as he spoke with Stefan, and she was more than glad when he informed her that he had to go deal with a family matter. She wasn't going to intrude, due to the fact her mind was all over the place.

"But I'm not leaving until you tell me."

She mentally cursed.

"I was asleep, Damon. I don't remember saying anything." She should get an award for lying. "We're friends; let's not ruin a good thing."

He nodded, and yet she could see the annoyance and frustration cross his features. "Don't forget to take your meds in an hour." He snatched Ms. Cuddles off the bed and then he was gone.

Bonnie exhaled another breath that she didn't realize she was holding until now. She stripped down and sat in her bath tub, letting the warm water soothe her muscles. She had no idea what to think at the moment. She remembered her dreams vividly. She remembered the sex, she remembered the endearing affection, and she remembered confessing her love to him. But they were just dreams. Yes, she loved Damon as a friend. He was one of her best ones. But could it have really evolved into more that? Had she fallen in love with him without even realizing it?

The day before Christmas Eve came faster than expected. Bonnie was ecstatic to say the least that she passed all of her finals and was actually looking forward to the next semester. She was more so looking forward to the next semester, than she was Christmas. Before she was considered in The Grinch or Scrooge category, Christmas use to be Bonnie's favorite holiday. So many traditions were brought upon that holiday. From helping Grams with Christmas dinner, to her dad being horrible at wrapping gifts and asking either her or Grams to wrap one another's, snow ball fights and building snow men, and always getting to open one gift on Christmas Eve. They would also spend several hours on Christmas Eve at the Mystic Falls Local Charity Event. Those were moments that she lived for with her family and friends. But, since her family wasn't alive anymore, those traditions hadn't really come back to life or been on the forefront of her mind. This would actually be the first time in a few years that she donated to the Christmas Charity.

So, it was safe to say that this year she was hoping for a blast from the past. She wanted to bring back those traditions. And before she made her way to the Gilbert Cabin tomorrow, she would drop off all of the items at the charity event. Then her and her friends would enjoy Christmas together. They were her family now, and even though none of them were technically normal, they were going to try their best to enjoy themselves and possibly embark on new traditions.

But, even though Bonnie was looking forward to it all, there was something, well someone, she wasn't ready to see just yet. She and Damon weren't talking at the moment, and she wasn't sure how they would react in the same vicinity after everything that happened. She could say that they were adults and they would be fine. But, ever since he left that day, about a week ago, after the L word was inadvertently dropped, he had been ignoring her phone calls and text messages. She knew that when he got mad or when his feelings were hurt he cut off communication until he felt like talking again. And she wasn't having that. She was done blowing up his phone and she wasn't going to talk to him until she was ready. Granted, she had contact Stefan a few times to make sure Damon hadn't gotten himself into any trouble, but other than that, she was cutting ties from him in the communication department. They were supposed to be friends, so if he was going to give her the silent treatment, then she could give it right back.

Concentrating back on the task at hand, Bonnie continued going through old boxes of Grams's things. Earlier this week she decided it was time to step foot back into her grandmother's home. She'd driven by the house a few times since she'd been back, but actually entered. Giving time didn't make it any easier to come back. Losing her grandmother was one of the hardest moments in her life. She really didn't expect to come back from that, and to have to lose her over and over again, it was all just too much. But, finally she decided it was time, and she knew her Grams would want some of her things to go to people who really needed it.

After several boxes later, she took a break and began going through old grimoires, she had no idea Grams had. She opened the first one and a note fell out. When you're ready the Grimoires will find you. Interesting. That gave her even more motivation to continue to become one with her magic, and live out the Bennett name in being one of the greatest witches this world had ever laid eyes on. That was the ultimate goal.

A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. She didn't need to ask who it was as she opened the door with her mind.

"Bons?!" Elena called out her name.

"In the dining room." She responded. She didn't need to yell thanks to her best friend's hearing ability.

Elena walked in and sat down across from her. "Look at you. I remember a time ago when it was just floating feathers." She smiled. "Now you're a powerful witch goddess."

Bonnie grinned. She would never get tired of her friend's calling her that. "It does seem like forever ago, doesn't it?"

"Speaking of powerful, I heard what you did to Enzo."

Bonnie almost forgot about the confrontation she got into with Enzo the other day. She was hanging out with Matt and Sarah Salvatore. Supposedly, when they didn't know where she was, Matt did, and he wanted Bonnie to meet her as she wanted to meet Stefan. Well, apparently, that wasn't the real Sarah Salvatore, and long story short, Enzo ended up killing her and threatening Matt. Bonnie wasn't having any of that. It wasn't a secret that Enzo could withstand pain, so when she made his heart catch on fire, he dropped to his knees begging her to stop.

It was pretty bad ass.

"He had it coming. It will teach him for threatening one of my friend's and killing that poor girl. I don't care if she lied about everything, she didn't deserve that."

"I'd hate to get on your bad side."

Bonnie would hate that too actually. Yes, she and Elena got into back in the day when her emotions were turned off and Bonnie was under the lure of expression, but what she was learning now, the way she was becoming one with her magic, it went beyond anything that expression could hold. She was a force to be reckoned with, and she wasn't one to be crossed.

"On a cheerier note, are you ready for Caroline's Christmas gathering?" Bonnie asked, changing the subject. "I would say we all had something to do with it, but she can probably hear me right now."

Elena laughed. "I'm kind of on the fence about it. I'm excited to be kicking back and spending time with everyone; to let go a little, and hopefully not worry about anything. But, Caroline can definitely be demanding."

"Well that's our Caroline; the perfectionist." She said, flipping the page to her grimoire.

"I'm just glad she and Stefan made up. She was becoming a little eccentric."

Bonnie chuckled. "Yes she was. So, are you okay with her and what's going on with Stefan?" There was a part of her that asked out of curiosity, but the main reason was because Caroline wanted her to ask.

"Honestly, I think I am. I mean they are both my friends and I want them to be happy. And plus, I'm with Damon, which is Stefan's brother. We even kissed while I was with him, so I have no right to judge."

She could agree with that. "How is Damon by the way?" Her curiosity bug was obviously itching today.

"He's alright, I guess." She paused for a moment. "Bons, I need some friendly advice. And I know you'll be honest with me. I feel like there is someone else in Damon's life."

Bonnie looked up from her grimoire and noticed the tears forming in her friend's eyes. "What makes you think that?"

"I don't know. It just seems like lately he's been pulling away from me. I know he was technically dead for four months, but I thought that… I don't know. I thought with him back, things would go back to the way they were. I don't know. I just don't think I'm all he sees anymore."

Bonnie did feel bad, because she knew the exact reason Damon had been pulling away from Elena, and it was because of her.

She had to make this right. "Elena, let me tell you something from what I learned about Damon. He wears his heart on his sleeve. It may not seem like it, but he does. A lot of the time in 1994, you were the topic of his discussion board. He missed you so much." Bonnie saw the light smile form on her friend's face.

What's the first thing you are going to say to Elena when you see her?

I would tell Elena how much I love her. And then apologize for killing you.

Bonnie remembered rolling her eyes at him at that comment.

"He said that?"

"Yeah," She smiled, "But I'm sure I would have killed him first if it came down to it. But Elena, Damon, he's…. we may have bickered a lot over there, but to be honest his presence gave me hope. I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't been over there with me. And for awhile I found out." She found herself pausing for a moment, not wanting to relive that nightmare. "That month I was alone…well with Kai, which is pretty much alone because he's crazy. There was one night I just… I don't know, I broke down. All the hope I had for us to get out, it just vanished. I was scared. I thought I was going to be alone with a psycho path forever. I didn't think anyone would come for me. I figured Damon thought I was dead so he wouldn't try to get me. But, knowing that I could see him again, knowing that I could see all of you again. That gave me the hope and determination to get out.

"Bonnie what are you saying?"

Her eyes connected back with Elena's and she realized she did sound a little odd talking about Damon that way. She quickly recovered herself. "I'm saying that he loves you and you shouldn't think negative."

She took a breath. "You're right. And we're supposed to be going on a little road trip before New Year's, just the two of us, maybe what I'm feeling won't last much longer."

"See, there's nothing to worry about."

That was definitely not the information Bonnie wanted to hear at the moment. She wouldn't say it was jealousy that made her chest ache, but she was a little hurt that Damon didn't tell her about the trip. But, then she had to realize, that it wasn't her business so she had no right to care.

Damon Salvatore was known for his mood swings. When things didn't go his way, he was known to lash out or ignore those around him. Some would call it childish, but he didn't care.

He was already on his second glass of Bourbon, when the thought crossed his mind that Bonnie would probably never talk to him again. Yes, he had ignored her phone calls and purposely not text her back, but that didn't mean she should stop trying to get in contact with him. It sound ridiculous even to him, but he missed her, and he knew that even if he did reach out to her, she wouldn't respond.

But then again, she really didn't have a right to be angry with him. He practically opened himself up to her and she shot him down. Well, he wanted her to open up to him, but she didn't. Granted, he was still with Elena, but he still wanted Bonnie to be honest with him. And now, she was back on good terms with the pip squeak. He only knew that because he may have checked on her a few times during the week, and Jeremy would always be there like some love sick primate. It was making him mad all over again.

"You know you could be in the kitchen helping Stefan, Alaric, and Jo, instead of sitting here not doing anything."

Caroline's annoying voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "Fine, Blondie. I'll make sure to put some vervain in your slice of pie."

Caroline just rolled his eyes.

Damon smirked. He would apologize to Bonnie as soon as she got here. If it meant that she wasn't pissed at him and would talk to him again, then he would never bring up her feelings for him again. He would remain friends with her if that's all she wanted. Because this was torture.

About an hour later, they were all pretty much hypnotized in what they were doing. Damon, Stefan, and Jo were cooking. Alaric and Matt were bringing in firewood. Caroline, Elena, and Luke were finishing up some last minute decorations, and getting a few Christmas games prepared. Enzo made it his mission to annoy Caroline, and Liv and Tyler were most likely in a closet somewhere playing tonsil hockey. Christmas music was filling the cabin, and Damon had to admit, he was enjoying himself.

He just wanted one more person here, and thanks to his vampire hearing ability he was able to listen in on Caroline's phone call to know that she and Jeremy would be arriving in 45 minutes.

"You know she's asked me twice this week how you were doing."

Damon looked at Stefan, and tried to prevent the smile that formed on his face. It was really good to hear that she still cared. "I don't know what you're talking about."

While he was checking the ham, Elena showed up in the kitchen. "Damon, can we talk for a moment?"

He thought about grabbing his glass of Bourbon, but decided his alcohol of choice couldn't protect him forever.

As soon as they walked outside, Elena held up mistletoe, smiled giddily, and kissed him passionately on the lips. He kissed her back, but they both knew something was off. He used to kiss her like he was dying to have her every minute of every day, and now his mind was all over the place when it came to Elena.

He saw the look in her eyes and knew that she was hurt. "Damon, please tell me what's going on with you. I know you keep saying you're fine, but I really think something is wrong. Is there someone else? Do you not want me anymore?"

He took a moment to process her questions. "I do want you. I always have…."

"But…?" The tears were in her eyes. He didn't want to make her cry. He would give anything for her not to cry over him. "There is someone else isn't there?"

He rested his hands against the banister of the porch, as he watched the snow fall slowly to the ground. He could stand here and lie to her. Tell her that she was being crazy. Tell her that he was in love with her and her alone. But, he was over a hundred years old, if he couldn't be honest with someone who was in their twenties, then he needed some serious help.

"Not exactly."

He could hear her breath catch in her throat, and he almost regretted telling her anything, but the truth needed to come out. Even if he were the only one who felt that way.

"About a week ago when Bonnie was really sick. I spent the night taking care of her."

"My Bonnie?" She asked, confusion written on her face.

He nodded.

"May 10, 1994, I was mad at Stefan. I don't remember what it was about, but in a typical Damon fashion, I acted out. People died. A lot of them. Believe it or not, ever since that day I felt incredibly guilty. So, I thought that that day we had to repeat over and over again was my hell, Elena." He paused. "You know who didn't? Bonnie. She had hope…for both of us. She's the reason I survived. She's the reason I made it out. Turns out you spend time with someone and you don't kill them, you actually become friends. We talked about everything. We were there for one another when we needed that shoulder to lean on. And I don't know what happened or how it happened, but when she sacrificed her life for mine; when she was stuck there, I don't know…. I felt like I lost a part of myself." He confessed. "The month when I tried getting her back and I did some unthinkable things, I know I kept saying that I wanted to get her back for you. But it wasn't for you…. It wasn't for anyone else. It was for Bonnie. She didn't deserve to be there. She sacrificed everything for us. Over and over again, and we were supposed to be there for her. We were supposed to get her back. She was all alone."

"But she's back now." He could tell that she was trying not to cry. "She's okay now, so I don't understand why you still feel this way."

"I don't know either. I feel this protectiveness over her and when she's not around… I can't put my finger on why I feel…..numb."

"So, you guys have been going behind my back, and Jeremy's?" He could hear the anger erupt in her voice. Sometimes anger was a better emotion to deal with than sadness and pain.

"No. We're friends. We've hung out a few times. Just like I would with Alaric." Technically that was a lie. He would never spend time with Alaric the way he's spent time with Bonnie. "I don't think she even knows that I…"

"Knows what, that you're in love with her?"

He paused for a moment, and then looked at her. He loved Elena for so long. He did everything in his power to make her see that he was the one for her, and now… now everything was just so different.

"No, she doesn't."

She began to cry. "You're in love with Bonnie? You're in love with my best friend!"She cried.

He went to go comfort her, but she moved out of his arms a little. "Elena…"

"No. You tell me. Tell me you don't love her. Tell me. And I'll forget. I'll forget this happened. Because I've done things too. And I won't hold it against you. Just tell me you don't love her."

He couldn't. At that moment. He couldn't. This was the first time he could admit it out loud. "I can't tell you that Elena."

They stared at each other for what felt like a century.

The silence was almost deafening in Bonnie's silver Prius. They hadn't said more than two words to one another while Jeremy drove them to The Gilbert Cabin, and Bonnie finished wrapping up last minute Christmas gifts. Usually Bonnie would have enjoyed listening to Christmas music, but she opted against it. She had so much on her mind, and due to Jeremy's silence, she knew he probably had the same thing on his mind as well.

What they had wasn't working anymore.

Apart of her knew that if she didn't feel bad or feel that she had this devotion to Jeremy, she probably would have ended things as soon as she got back. Nothing was really the same anymore. She had died. He had found comfort in other women. He was so use to getting that comfort and intimacy elsewhere, that when she came back and he couldn't necessarily get it from her all the time, she felt the shift in their relationship. No one should ever have to argue about giving up the cookies if you didn't want too. And for her and Jeremy too constantly get into it about that wasn't healthy. He was so afraid of losing her that he felt sex was needed for keeping her. She informed him of that many times. And with all of that going against them, she just didn't feel the same way she once did. She wasn't going to stay in a relationship out of guilt or convenience. She wouldn't want that for herself or for him.

So, as she contemplated it all in her head, she knew now wouldn't necessarily be the best time to do it, but it was better late than never.

"I think we should break up-"

"Will you marry me-?"

Well, for one, she wasn't expecting them to speak simultaneously, and two, she did not expect him to propose. Both their eyes widened as they stared at one another. Bonnie didn't know how long they remained staring at each other, but when her eyes went back to the road, she saw someone they were about to make contact with.

"Jeremy look out!" she yelled.

Jeremy ended up trying to swerve out of the way, but the ice and snow on the ground caused the car to glide at an increase speed, only stopping when it slammed into a tree.

It took a moment to process everything. Bonnie's head felt as if needles were being repeatedly stabbed in her skull. Her vision was blurry, and everything seemed far away yet front and centered all at once. She was able to slowly look over to see Jeremy unconscious, with blood gushing from his forehead. She thought she saw someone moving outside the window, but her head was too heavy to stay up, and she wasn't able to focus anymore. Not too much longer did darkness take over everything and she succumbed to her injuries.

A/N: Okay so what did you all think? I will say that this chapter could have went several different directions, and I had been thinking about writing this last scene for awhile now. I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Even though the cat is out of the bag, that doesn't mean it's over.

I enjoyed writing Damon being affectionate towards Bonnie while she was sick and I even enjoyed their banter afterwards. They have this bickering/childish thing going on who should talk first and it was fun to write.

I know a lot of people may be wondering why Bonnie told Jeremy right then on Christmas about ending things, that it may have been selfish, and look at the result now? But at the end of the day, when has Bonnie ever really put herself first, and I love that we have that ability to do it in fanfiction. But, anywho! I really hope you all enjoyed. And the next chapter will by my mid-season finale too!

Hope I don't disappoint! Please review and let me know what you think =)