A/N: Thank you all so much for reading & reviewing, adding it to your favs and following this story! It means a lot. This chapter was supposed to be out earlier, but I kept changing and taking things out. Finally, I ended up with this, so hopefully you all enjoy =)

"Sorry….had too." Bonnie smiled at her best friend, right after she threw a snowball at her.

"You know you just declared war right?"

She laughs at Elena's empty threat and shrugs her shoulders. "Come on, Caroline's over there."

They wrapped one another in a hug as their laughter filled the air.

She really loved Christmas.

Bonnie's eyes blinked open and close slowly. For a moment there was nothing but silence engulfing her. She felt numb… hollow even. Her forehead was finding a resting position on the dashboard, and she just couldn't bring herself to lift it up just yet. Every time she even attempted to move just a muscle, the numbness would subside and there would be nothing but pain; pain that she wasn't ready to deal with just yet. So, staying still had been her best bet. She didn't know how long she had been going in and out of consciousness, but every time she could concentrate for just a moment, memories would slam into her mind; memories so distant that she didn't even know if they were real or just a dream.

"Let's get this garland on the tree before they end up on your hips."

The popcorn fell out of Bonnie and Elena's mouth at Caroline's comment. They looked at one another and snuck some more in their mouth with laughter.

Her eyes shot open again, this time almost painfully, as she recalled her and her friends at The Mystic Falls charity event several years ago. Remembering how it used to be should have brought her joy. Those moments were golden. She and her friends were full of life, literally and figuratively. But she felt nothing but pain and sorrow. How did this happen? How did it get to this? She understood life wasn't fair, but couldn't she ever just get a break?

She could see herself walking. She could see herself like she was watching television. She was in a wooded area… trees were all she could see until she finally saw an opening.

And then she saw him standing there with a look of relief crossing his features.

"I could actually hug you right now."

And then they did. Bonnie and Damon hugged.

Bonnie didn't even remember blacking out this time. She didn't feel the dizziness come; it just happened. And the flashback that entered her mind didn't feel like one at all, but it certainly didn't feel like a dream. She remembered being on that island a couple years ago trying to locate a cure for vampirism and then the next thing she knew, she was waking up in her bed. Stefan filled her in on everything that happened, but Damon hugging her hadn't been one of them. What did that mean if she were remembering it now? Did that mean she was dying? Then again, she was a pro at dying and that wasn't one of the symptoms.

It took what felt like an eternity to finally lift her head up and keep it still. This was her first time recognizing the coppery taste of blood in her mouth and that frightened her. All of it frightened her.

When her eyes found Jeremy's still form, the bile instantly rose in her throat. She didn't remember him looking so bad. Honestly, she couldn't remember much. She recalled him proposing and her breaking it off and the next thing she knew they were making impact with a tree. The snow was coming down pretty hard at the moment and because the windshield was shattered, the cold airthat was seeping into Bonnie's bloodstream was unbearable. If her injuries didn't kill her, hypothermia and pneumonia would.

But as of right now, she couldn't just worry about herself. Waving her hand over their seatbelts, she sighed triumphantly as her magic unbuckled them. It took a lot of energy to move towards him, and when she attempted too, something pulled in her stomach. She looked down and noticed the shard of glass sticking through her abdomen. Was she so numb that she couldn't feel it? That wasn't good.

But because she couldn't feel it, she didn't need to think about it right now. She needed to make sure Jeremy was breathing, because if he wasn't, if he didn't survive, she didn't know what she would do. She didn't even want to think about it.

"Jeremy…." Her own voice was unrecognizable. It was low and barely audible….almost as if she were speaking from a distance. She felt a light pulse, but it was so light she didn't know if she were imagining it or not.

"Jer… come on Jeremy…" She shook him a little, not wanting to add to his injuries. "Wake up… please wake up."

He didn't budge.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned back against her seat. She needed a minute before she tried again.

Glancing around in hopes that she would eye their cell phones, she took a frustrated breath when they were nowhere to be found. Of course. They probably weren't even in the vehicle anymore. That meant that if no one realized they weren't at the cabin on time then they could really be stuck out here and die. And coming back may not be a possibility this time.

She wasn't going to allow that to happen. A few incantations escaped her lips, causing heat to form around their bodies. She knew it wouldn't last too long because her body was too weak to keep it going.

There was a possibility of trying something else. She just wasn't quite sure if she were strong enough yet. The act of teleportation involved serious magic and concentration. She was able to do it for the first time earlier this week, but it was only from her dad's kitchen to the living room. Even though it was such a short distance, it drained her. It was as if she went through an out of body experience for several minutes as the room spent around her.

But, no matter what the consequences, she would at least try.

"Many things can fuel a witch's power. Worry, anger…"

"I found peace, so I could make sure you'll find yours…"

Her eyes shot open this time, bringing on a headache that felt like it could rip her apart at any moment. Losing consciousness every few minutes wasn't helping her concentration. But, dreaming of Grams brought a sense of determination. She was not going to die today.

When she grabbed Jeremy's hand in hers, she knew that if she were standing she would have passed out. She didn't feel a pulse anymore.

No.

"No… no, Jeremy… please. No!" She was yelling now. She was yelling even though it didn't sound like it. She pushed past her own pain to move closer to him again. "Jeremy, please wake up!"

"Please…" She was begging now as she leaned on his shoulder. She tried every spell she could think of. She tried reciting the same spell she did when she teleported the first time. Nothing worked. Jeremy was dead. She couldn't save him. And just like that the determination left, and she was going to die.

Bonnie didn't know how long she had been laying her head on his shoulder, but everything got quiet again. Was the silence the calm before the storm? She noticed her reflection in several pieces of fallen glass on Jeremy's lap. It wasn't the cuts and scrapes on her face that caught her attention, it was the fact that her eyes looked pitch black.

Before she could comprehend anything, something flowed through her. Something she couldn't explain. It was like she was being lifted; as if the pain she was feeling had hit the pause button. There was spinning… enough spinning to make her head feel heavy and dizzy. But it wasn't just herself spinning…. It felt like the world was rotating. Was she about to pass out again? Was it all about to end?

And when the spinning and the head rush stopped, she felt immobile; not there. She didn't recall when she leaned back against the seat, but when her eyes turned to find Jeremy, everything seemed blurry. It took a moment to gain enough focus to see that there was something outside of his driver's window. No, it was someone…. a couple of someone's.

Was she just imagining them there? She needed to get out of the car. She needed to make sure they were real. They had to be real. It took everything in her as she struggled to get out. It surprised her that she was able to stand up without plummeting it to the ground. Bracing her hands on what was left of her vehicle, she walked around.

Her eyes connected with his blue ones, and she hoped for him to be real, because her body was about to hit the ground, and it was going to hurt.

"I don't mean to interrupt," Caroline's voice entered Damon and Elena's awkward staring contest.

They both looked over to her.

"But of course you're still going to do it." Damon said, as he glanced back at Elena.

Caroline just rolled her eyes. "Bonnie and Jeremy should have been here thirty minutes ago. I tried calling both of their phones and it's going to voicemail."

That received Damon's undivided attention.

"Maybe they stopped to have a quickie." Elena snapped.

He looked back at her, and even though she was shooting daggers at him, the tears were still noticeable in her eyes. He knew exactly why she made that comment, but he had to push it aside, because he had more important things to worry about. Caroline was right. Bonnie should have been here awhile ago, and there was no way in hell she would just stop to do anything with that loser. Especially with the wrath of Blondie breathing down everyone's necks over this Christmas shindig.

He noticed the look Caroline gave both he and Elena. He was glad that she decided to disregard it.

"I hope their okay."

"I'll go look for them." And even though the words came out of Damon's mouth, something didn't feel right.

"I'll come with you." Caroline said, closing the door behind her.

"I'm sure they're fine."

Damon ignored Elena, and Caroline gave her a look.

Before any of them could step off the porch, a loud noise made all three of them look straight ahead.

Damon didn't know what he was seeing. Well, he knew what he was seeing, but he couldn't make sense of anything at the moment. Bonnie's Prius appeared out of nowhere, mangled and damaged. The smell of fresh blood instantly invaded his nose, and for a moment he was stuck. He couldn't move. He couldn't think.

If he were human he knew his behind would have hit the ground when he saw her get out of the car. He saw the cuts on her face, the glass in her stomach, and he wondered how she was walking right now.

He caught her before she hit the ground.

"I got you, Bonnie, I got you…" He watched as her eyes briefly connected with his. He would ignore the fact that black replaced green at the moment, as he yanked the glass out of her stomach.

"Hey…I got you… I got you…."

"Ah… Damon…no"

"I'm not going to make it, but you are."

"No!"

Those memories rushed through his head all at once and he quickly pushed them aside, tore into his wrist, and forced his blood down her throat. While he was feeding her, he barely recognized Caroline's frantic questions or Elena ripping the door off its hinges to check on Jeremy. Others were coming outside to see what was going on, but his main focus was Bonnie.

When he felt that she had enough for now, he removed his wrist and she softly said his name.

"I got you. You're okay now." He became aware that his own voice was trembling.

"Jeremy… Jeremy's…. he's…"

"He's fine." Unfortunately. He immediately thought.

He watched as she sighed in relief and closed her eyes.

Damon didn't know how many hours had passed as he watched Bonnie sleep. Thanks to his blood, her injuries had healed and the warmth had returned to her body. Some people would consider him creepy for just staring at her, but he had to make sure she was still breathing. She almost died tonight. She would have died and he wouldn't have known about it because he was too busy professing that he had fallen for her to his current girlfriend.

He shouldn't have given her the silent treatment. He should have pulled his head out of his ass and answered her phone calls and responded to her text messages. He shouldn't have stormed out that evening just because she didn't admit to her feelings. They were friends and he should have been there for her.

But, he wasn't and it pissed him off just thinking about it.

It was Caroline opening the door to one of the empty bedrooms that Damon brought Bonnie in, that pulled him out of his thoughts. For a mere moment, he forgot that anyone else was here. When he brought Bonnie up to the room earlier, he had to ignore all the questions and looks that were thrown his way when he wouldn't let anyone near her.

"When a door is locked, that means privacy is needed."

"Thank goodness for vampire strength. You're not keeping me from my best friend." She sat down on the bed beside her. "How is she?"

He looked at Caroline for a moment and then back to Bonnie.

"So far she's fine. My blood healed everything. I just don't want her to randomly die and wake up a vampire. She'll kill me." He tried to joke and sound like it didn't bother him, but it did. He was not going to allow Bonnie to die and be something she didn't want to be.

"I wish I knew what the hell happened."

He did too.

A moment of silence went by, before Damon spoke. "How's little Gilbert? Just in case Bonnie doesn't remember asking earlier, she'll want to know if he's alright."

"He is. Just sleeping. Elena was able to heal him just in time."

Damon nodded.

"Bonnie told me that you two were close in 1994. That you two became friends and that you care for one another." He watched as she moved some of Bonnie's hair out of her face. "I didn't care to believe it because it's no secret that I don't necessarily like you, but seeing you with her tonight. Hearing what you said to Elena before this all happened…. I was wrong."

Well, he wasn't expecting that. "So you were eavesdropping?" He wasn't mad; he just didn't want to have this conversation right now.

"Super hearing abilities is such an added bonus to the vampire lifestyle."

He didn't say anything as he continued to listen to the normal beat of Bonnie's heart.

"We've all been guilty of loving two people at once." She began. "You should know that better than anyone. But, even though what you said to Elena seems valid enough, you are not going to hurt Bonnie. She's been through way too much to be put in some type of love triangle-square thing."

He didn't plan on hurting Bonnie. That was the last thing he wanted to do. But, he kept his comments to himself as he let Caroline's words replay in his mind.

It was three in the morning on Christmas Day. Bonnie stood in front of the Christmas tree in The Gilbert Cabin living room, allowing its lights and the fire in the fireplace to bring her a sense of calm. She woke up not too long ago to Caroline cuddled into her side. For a moment, she thought Damon had been there as well. She remembered him giving her blood, but maybe she just imagined everything else.

She took a deep breath as tried to make sense of last night. She remembered everything except how Jeremy swerved. She knew they both dropped a bombshell on one another and their focus was off the road, but something just didn't seem right.

How it happen should have been the last thought on her mind though, because they were both alive to see another day. She honestly thought she wasn't going to make it, and that Jeremy had died. Nothing felt better than being proven absolutely wrong.

But, the memory that topped everything didn't belong to how they wrecked or their recovery; it belonged to how Bonnie got she and Jeremy to safety. She was not only able to teleport herself, but Jeremy and her totaled car as well. What she had to do crossed boundaries.

Bonnie knew she was powerful, but she also knew she had a lot to work on. Teleportation surpassed a lot of her self -training. She didn't even have her grimoires in front of her and no candles were lit. There wasn't a single spell she recited that made it happen. She wanted to do it and she did. But, how could she explain that? It was exciting yet terrifying all at once.

"Shouldn't you be asleep waiting for Santa?"

Bonnie jumped a little because she thought everyone was asleep, and when her eyes landed on Enzo coming from the kitchen, she rolled her eyes.

She knew he noticed her annoyed expression and yet he decided to stand right beside her and eat a slice of pie.

"You know Caroline's going to kill you right? Touching the food before dinner tonight?"

"I'm just trying to be the good vampire and make sure it's not poisoned." He joked and took a bite. "I stand corrected."

She decided to just ignore him in hopes that he would go away.

"You know Christmas is my favorite holiday?"

She was wrong. "I didn't ask."

He smirked. "I like the sass, lass. Anyhow, the Christmas trees, the lights, that warmth feeling. When I was human…. I enjoyed it." He paused for a moment. "I never thought I'd see another Christmas again when I was in that Augustine prison."

She glanced at him in his sincerity. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Just so you know I'm not as bad as you think I am."

"And why do you care about what I think?"

He shrugged. "Because you're a good person, Bonnie. You're brave, loyal, strong, and patient. I want to be more like you."

She considered his words and yet even though what he said was true, it somewhat made her feel like she was everyone's lap dog.

"Even though after that little stunt you pulled the other day with my heart, and the fact that you're still weak from your little accident earlier, I could just kill you right now." He ate more of his pie. "The temptation is there, but I won't."

She smirked, her eyes never leaving the tree. "Enzo, even on my worse day, no, even if I were unconscious, I could still cause you damage. I could make you choke right now on that pie without even blinking. Loving a holiday, that's nice. I love Christmas too. But, you giving me compliments does not change all the crap you've done lately. You have been killing people without remorse for what? All because you're jealous of Stefan? Yeah, I was filled in on your little 'woe is me' act. Let me tell you something. You're a vampire. A vampire. You were given a chance to start over after you died. I'll keep my opinions to myself on the fact that I was the one to give you that second chance. And yet, here you are, wasting your time trying to be someone you're not, instead of doing something for yourself. You're causing all of this havoc for no reason. Just so people can what? Fear you? No one fears you. I actually feel sorry for you."

The silence after that was so thick it couldn't even be cut with a knife.

"How do you suppose I do that? Live?"

She took a deep breath and glanced at him. "I can't answer that for you. Only you can."

Bonnie wondered for a moment if she were still unconscious; because never in a million years did the thought cross her mind that she would be having a conversation with Enzo.

Since he still wasn't getting the hint that she wanted to be alone, she decided it was time to head back upstairs.

His next words stopped her.

"Thank you, Bonnie."

She turned back around and he was gone. Yeah, she definitely must be trapped in some type of twilight zone.

She had every intention of getting back in bed, while Caroline hogged the covers, but a noise stopped her and almost possessed her to look out the window. She saw light coming from the shed and a figure moving around inside. When she realized who it was, she grabbed her coat and went to go join him.

She didn't care about the cold air or that she spent what felt like eternity in it trying to stay alive. She didn't care about anything. She just… she wanted to see him.

He was chopping wood, and even though his back was facing her, she could tell that he was angry and irritated.

"You should be in bed."

She waited for a moment; waited for him to stop. And then she was right behind him, grabbing his arm gently. And that caused him to stop; caused him to put down the axe and turn to her.

He stood there looking down at her; his piercing blue eyes looking angry as they stared into her green ones. She didn't know why he was upset, but she hugged him anyway. She held onto him with everything she had. She didn't know what else to do. She could have died last night and their last memories would have been of them mad at one another.

"Thank you." She whispered into his chest.

And when he wrapped his arms around her, he held her tight. She could feel his urgency… his pain. It was as if he were afraid to let her go. And she didn't want him too.

Christmas came and went for the gang, and Damon was more than glad for it to be over with. Granted, it didn't necessarily end on pleasant terms, but when did any of Caroline's planned celebrations. It came out at dinner that Bonnie and Jeremy's relationship was over and done with. The little pip squeak was drunk and let it be known by embarrassing Bonnie in front of everyone that he proposed and she broke up with him. It actually brought a smirk and a smile to his face that she finally ended things with him, but it quickly died down when he saw the look on Bonnie's face. Jeremy went along and subliminally blamed Bonnie for the accident, letting everyone know that if he weren't so distracted then he wouldn't have wrecked.

Damon thought about bashing a bottle over his head, but refrained from it thanks to Stefan. Needless to say the dinner ended with Bonnie asking Mutt to take her home, and everyone else dispersing elsewhere.

Now, he was standing on the porch of Sheila Bennett's home. He didn't even bother to go to Bonnie's dad's house because he knew she would be here. After the accident and with everything that happened today he wasn't able to get a chance to just see how she was doing. Yes, they shared a hug that lasted longer than their usual minute, but for a moment, Damon had to contemplate if it were real or not. Because later that day, during Caroline's ridiculous games, Bonnie had barely made eye contact with him.

He knocked on the door twice and when she didn't answer, he rang the doorbell and banged harder. When he realized the door was unlocked, instant fear resonated through him as he pushed it open. He called out her name and for a moment, he couldn't recognize his own voice at the thought of something happening to her.

"Coming!"

He took a deep breath of relief when he heard her voice.

She came to the door in sweat pants and a fitted t-shirt. What was she doing to him that she made just the simplest outfits look that damn good? He brushed the thought aside as he noticed the daze look in her eyes. She may have had a smile on her face, but there was still something hidden behind that smile that worried him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked a little out of breath. "I thought you'd still be up at the cabin?"

"Everyone kind of left." Not that he cared whether they stayed or not, because he was still coming to check on her.

"Oh, well come in, I was just working on something."

He stepped through the threshold and followed her to the kitchen. "You know, never did I ever think I'd be stepping foot in Grams's house."

"Well if she were still here, she'd probably invite you because you're my best friend now."

"I still highly doubt tha-" He stopped mid sentence due to the smell of her blood entering his nose. That's when he noticed a few grimoires laying out on the counter and bloody tissues in the trash can.

"Bonnie, what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to figure out how I was able to teleport not just myself, but Jeremy and a mangled up car."

"And the bloody tissues, what's that about?" He was really trying not to get mad.

"Just a little side effect from pushing a little too hard."

Her nonchalant tone officially pissed him all the way off. How could she not think this was a big deal? In a fit of rage, he pushed the grimoires off the counter, not caring if the whole Bennett line set his ass on fire.

"Damon, what the hell!"

"Damnit, Bonnie, What is wrong with you!" He yelled. "Do you have a death wish? Are you just trying to die and leave me?"

He wouldn't even let her answer.

"You almost died last night! You almost died again, and here you go exerting yourself for some stupid spell? I'm not having it."

"It's not stupid…." Her voice was soft.

"Really? Because when was the last time your nose bled from a spell?"

She stayed quiet. Exactly. He knew she hadn't had a nosebleed in a long time from magic.

"Do you know how it felt to watch you walk out of that car? To see the shape you were in. Any longer without my blood you would have died. Seeing you there…. the way you were. I can't get that image out of my head." He confessed. "Not that it really matters, because I still have the image of you impaled with that arrow, of you telling me you weren't going to make it…of you sending me home. And every day I… I can't lose you again, Bonnie, I can't. I won't survive. And that's your fault! If I could compel you to stop this shit, I would. I should break your neck right now and have you wake up as a vampire so you can stop sacrificing and tormenting yourself."

"And what did you want me to do? Leave Jeremy there to die!"

"Is that even a question you want to ask me? Because you know the answer. You just never think when it comes to yourself!"

"You can't be mad at me for this!" She yelled. He didn't expect her not too. "I saved us! I got me and Jeremy out of there! I saved the day. But no, I get made to look like the selfish bitch because my ex boyfriend decides to tell everyone that after he proposed to me, I broke up with him. That because of that, he lost control of the wheel, and that his sister, my best friend, will barely look at me, because she thinks I caused it. You don't know what I went through out there. You don't know how it felt to be so cold that you can almost feel your own blood freeze. So, yes, I almost died, but you can't be pissed me at me. You can't. You weren't there…. no one was there for me. I saved the day… again."

He saw the tears form in her eyes. He heard the hitch in her voice….the vulnerability. The thing about Bonnie, he noticed, is that she always tried to hold it together. She rarely ever cried. The only time he'd seen her break down was by accident in the beginning of their time in 1994, when he walked in on her. She tried to brush it off, but ended up giving in when he wrapped her in his arms.

Bonnie Bennett was strong, that was a given. She held that amount of strength that no one could touch, and yet she had been holding on to so much for so long. She needed to know that it was alright to show vulnerability towards him. She needed to know that she could open up to him with anything; that he was always going to be there for her.

He was going to pull her in his arms, but she moved away.

"No."

"Bonnie…"

"No. Because if you touch me. If you hold me right now, all my defenses are going to crash down and I'm not ready for that yet. I'm not ready to feel that right now."

"Too bad." He shrugged. Because he needed her comfort too; he needed her strength to hold him together as well.

And when he wrapped her in his arms, she cried into his chest. He wasn't even aware of the few stray tears that escaped his eyes.

Bonnie didn't remember crying that hard since the time in 1994 when she thought she was stuck forever with Kai. It was refreshing and she had to admit, she felt a lot better. The few hours of sleep had helped as well. Deciding not to wake Damon up, she made her way downstairs.

She wasn't expecting to find a brand new flat screen in her living room with a red bow and a tag on the front that read: Merry Christmas. Turn me on & press play. A smile instantly sprang to her face when she did and saw what was on the scream.

"I'm officially in hell. This place is my own person hell….."

Bonnie laughed because she knew what was coming next. The sounds of Kriss Kross's 'Jump' came through the television as well as her voice.

"Come on Damon, give me the camera and go do it."

She watched as he handed it to her, and he did a rendition of one of her favorite 90's jams. She made him do it because he owed her from cheating in monopoly and every other game they played.

She forgot how funny it was. He surprised her by knowing every word, and his dancing was hilarious. Her stomach was literally hurting from laughing so hard.

"Take a long good look, because I'm going to delete it."

Bonnie turned around to see Damon behind her. She didn't even hear him come up.

"Where did you find this?" She continued watching him on the screen.

"Apparently since that world was created as a duplicate of this world, some things appeared here. For example Ms. Cuddles, and this." He pointed to the video. "I'm not even trying to understand the how, the why, and the when."

She watched herself put the camera down and join him.

"That was a fun day," she laughed. "It's sad I almost forgot."

When it ended, Bonnie turned to him. "And the TV? You really shouldn't have, Damon."

"I don't mind. Plus, if I'm going to be over here watching movies regularly then we will be watching it on a 55"."

She rolled her eyes and smiled. In this moment, everything that happened last night and today just felt like a distant memory. The fact that Damon was able to be there for her and make her smile and laugh really said a lot. She was glad that he was in her life.

"What's floating around in that judgey mind of yours?"

But, she wasn't going to tell him that for him to get a big head, so she thought of something really quick. "The fact that Enzo was my secret Santa." It wasn't a complete lie. "The diamond bracelet he gave me was very unexpected." Mainly because she didn't know how he paid for it.

"Yeah, especially after you chewed his ass out yesterday morning?"

Her eyes widened. "You heard us?"

"I may have been in that shed making a lot of noise but my main focus was on you the whole time; making sure you were still breathing and everything. You know, the only reason I wasn't there when you woke up was because Blondie can actually be pretty scary if she doesn't get her way."

He was right. If it weren't for Caroline's bubbly yet commanding attitude, she probably wouldn't have waited to be humiliated at dinner to leave. She was definitely going to have to make it up to her for leaving. She worked so hard in trying to make Christmas special, and things just didn't end up the way it should have.

Damon then grabbed her hand and led her over to the doorway between the living room and the hallway. He glanced up, causing her too as well.

Mistletoe.

"Really, Damon? You know I'm not going too."

"Oh, come on, its tradition." He winked. "Plus, you're broken up with Jeremy now, so you don't have to feel bad."

Bonnie would love nothing more than to kiss him. There was this part of her that wanted to say forget Elena and have them run off and explore one another like never before. But, she couldn't. She wouldn't.

So, she grabbed his hand in hers, loving the familiarity of it. "Damon, I would love to tell you that I fell in love with you." She braced herself, because actually saying it was a little overwhelming. "That along the way things changed and I fell for you…. hard. And that I don't care that I'm baring it all to you. That when I dreamt that I said I loved you, it was you saying it right back and we went on with our lives together. I'd give anything just to say that. And it was okay if you didn't say it back, because as long as I said it, I would be okay." She paused. "But, I didn't break up with Jeremy for you. It wasn't for you…. It was for me. I broke up with him because I'm in my early 20's and the biggest moment in my life wasn't my high school graduation or getting into college, it was my death. I've died risking it all for everyone and along the way I lost myself. I got lost. I allowed myself not to put my priorities and my needs above everyone. I was killing myself without even realizing it. I want to enjoy my life right now. I have a lot to work on with myself before I can even think about hopping into another relationship… with anyone."

Their eyes stayed connected. This was the first time she couldn't really tell what he was thinking.

"So, you do love me."

She gave him a look, to which he smiled and pulled her close.

"Is that really all you heard?"

"No. But at least I'm not in this alone. I get it. I get where you're coming from."

She smiled slightly.

"But with everything you've said and everything we discussed earlier, can you do something for me?"

She nodded.

"Can you stop trying to be the hero? I know you have this martyr complex, but I need you alive. I will never admit to saying this, but you make me brave, Bonnie Bennett."

Well, she was rendered speechless.

"Now, tell me how much you're in love with me."

And just like that, the moment was ruined.

She playfully shoved him and moved out of his arms. "By the way, I have a Christmas gift for you."

She was about to go get it, until her doorbell ringing stopped her.

When Bonnie looked outside, she didn't see anyone, so she closed the door. There may have been two supernatural beings in this house, but she wasn't blind to horror movie set ups.

"Who was it?"

"There was no one out there…" And before she could say anything else, a memory slammed in the back of her head.

She could see herself in the car with Jeremy right after they just announced the proposal and break up. She could see herself looking out of the windshield, and noticing someone standing in the middle of the road. It took a moment for Bonnie to make out who it was, but when she did, she couldn't believe it.

Kai.

A/N: Okay, so what did you all think? I know a lot went on, but I really do hope you all enjoyed! This is my own little mid season finale, so I'll update again after the show comes back on.

This chapter was going to go so many different ways, but finally this was the outcome. Bonnie & Damon's development is still brewing. Being friends when they both know that they love each other is going to be interesting. And then there is the fact that Elena knows, and Bonnie doesn't know that she knows. The video camera scene was probably my favorite part, because I could picture Damon doing the performance and Bonnie joining in later all because he cheated in board games.

Anyways, there are still questions left unanswered. 1. Bonnie's black eyes during the teleportation spell, and how she was able to teleport herself, Jeremy, and her car to safety. 2. Some of their items appearing in present day from 1994 (Ms. Cuddles & the video recorder) 3. And of course, Kai.

Also, that little talk Bonnie had with Enzo, it's not Enzo changing his ways completely. I like Enzo, but they don't really have a purpose for him and he's annoying me. I feel like he needs to be told off.

And the "You make me brave" line that Damon told Bonnie, I got that idea from Cristina Yang on Grey's Anatomy.

But, enough of my rambles, I hope you all enjoyed! Please review and let me know what you think. =)

Happy Holidays! =)