Chapter 16

I don't own TVD

A/N: Thanks for all the love. I'm truly #blessed to have all of you in my corner. This next chapter is a bit of a bend, we're not slowing down, we're changing directions, so be ready for a huge plot twist. And possibly more violence (yay!).

I think, in a way, we have to really be thankful to the writers of TVD. If it wasn't for them, if our story had been cannon like it was supposed to be, then we wouldn't be here, bonding.

So, here's to us

'You killed Elena?'

Bonnie shook her head slowly

'Yes'.

Damon's eyes were round and large, even more so than usual. He looked at her and she knew he was caught between relief for his wife's safety and regret for the loss of the girl he had once loved.

She watched as his face contorted and emotions flitted across his face.

He wanted to mourn the woman he had loved, but she had sought to harm the mother of his child. Looking over at Bonnie's healing wounds and her injured head, his resolved hardened, no one would ever get to harm his family and live.

"How's Mina?" He asked.

Bonnie had been demurely typing away on her cellphone or staring off into space the whole car ride home. He thought she must be feeling somewhat nostalgic, after killing off one best friend and pulling the other back from the edge, the good old days must be seeming pretty bright right now.

Caroline had been somewhat apprehensive about the idea of Bonnie killing Elena, shying away from the other woman when she had softly replied in the affirmative. When she asked her why, Bonnie had showed her the photo on her cellphone of the little girl Mina. She explained to her that she was her and Damon's child, and that she had come back to the present with her not too long ago.

"You two have a child together? How did that happen? And how did she get so old when you were only gone four months? Did you two adopt? Was there some sort of other worldly society there and you just got dropped back here one day?"

Bonnie had had to explain for the first time that, while she had only been dead seven months here, where she and Damon were, she had been locked over there for seven years. The blonde's eyes opened to an ungodly limit and Bonnie proceeded then, revealing to her that she and Damon had been married there, they had taken their vows and even though there were no witnesses, over there, they didn't really need any.

Oh. Was all Caroline could say for a moment and then "So when did Elena find out?"

After explaining the fact that Damon had registered their marriage with the authorities in present day Mystic Falls, and that it was a legal and binding marriage here, she told how Elena had gotten jealous and tried to kill her even when she had long declared herself over Damon Salvatore.

The whole harrowing ordeal rehashed for her best friend, Bonnie soon felt herself wrapped in two loving arms and rained on by the compassionate tears of a newly re-humanitized and somewhat over dramatic best friend.

"Babe?" Damon's voice sounded again, pulling her out of her fond reverie.

His question had snapped her back into the here and now and she smiled at him, albeit a bit nervously.

Bonnie soon found herself staring into the icy blue eyes of her favorite vampire. Oddly, the cool tone of his eyes should make his gazes permanently cold, but there was such warmth in his stare, that she could not help but laugh at his concern.

"What?" he asked, smiling, and in desperate need of comedic relief.

She shook her head and continued smiling at him.

"We just succeeded in bringing back two of the most formidable, reckless, and undeniably stupid people we know from the brink of doom. What's there not to laugh about?"

She chuckled now at the oddity of their lives.

"Who would have thought that we would be so sorely missed while we were gone?"

He nodded, ascertaining her truth "This world would fall to pieces if it wasn't for us two." He jabbed his thumb towards his chest proudly, causing her to gwaff.

"What?" he asked, continuing to smile at the relief in the air between them.

"I just, it seems to me that you Damon Salvatore are the cause of most of this drama, I'm just the one who fixes things around here."

"What?" he scoffed cutely, "I think you've got it all wrong. We" he said gesturing back and forth between the two of them while keeping his eyes on the road "wouldn't even be in this predicament if it weren't for you."

"If it weren't for me? Please, explain sir. Because last thing I remember is you hitching a ride into the white light with me. And you cannot blame me for dying because I was the anchor."

"Yes, but you wouldn't even have been the anchor if it wasn't for that little stunt you pulled in bring back the Gilbert boy, and killing yourself in the processes."

"Oh! So now, I'm the bad guy?"

"Yep," he said casually, popping on the 'p'.

He smirked, basking in the quiet of the victory of his logic when he heard her seatbelt unbuckle.

For a fleeting second of sheer panic, he thought she might be about to do something truly reckless, but instead she leaned over the center console and placed a chaste kiss to the side of his mouth.

"Well then, here's to us both being bad tonight"

He caught the meaning in her voice, and almost veered into the other lane as she sat back into her seat, smoothly replacing her seat belt and buckling properly before looking at him and heaving a very pregnant sigh.

His mouth was watering with the implications of her actions and he floored it, making quick work of the rest of the way back home.

Damon came out of the bathroom upstairs in the lake house, and checked on their sleeping daughter once again. Nodding his head at the sight of her sleeping safe and sound, he thought to make his way downstairs in the hopes of romancing his wife into finishing what she started earlier that night in the car ride home.

"She's asleep," he sighed, coming up behind her in the kitchen and wrapping his arms around her.

There was still heat in her, he could sense that even without his heightened abilities. He knew that any other day, tonight would be his night; after all, it was going so well in the car. But now, something felt a little… off.

Putting her cellphone down on the edge of the counter top, Bonnie turned in his arms and smiled at him again. Bonnie had never been one to smile excessively except to mask something. Usually, when she laughed, her eyes crinkled up at the sides, and she leaned over, abs burning and throat aching.

The smile he saw now was not like that.

Her mouth hung low on her cheeks, corners of the mouth pulling up just enough to be polite, brow scrunching and eyes shifting back and forth like she was trying to phrase something just right.

Damon waited a while, before he could see by the look on her face that she had fully configured the news she was about to tell him into a somewhat less infuriating version of the original.

Her eyes darted around a bit, causing him to loosen his hold on her waist.

"So…" she trailed off, making circles in his chest with her fingertip.

"So…" he echoed back.

"I've been talking to my mom."

"What?" That knocked the wind out of him. He was expecting something more along the lines of 'Damon, I'm pregnant' not 'Let's have a family reunion'.

"Yeah, she's thrilled that I'm not dead… anymore… again. Whatever. She wants to come here to see her granddaughter." She laughed. "I gave her permission I hope that's alright." She said, gently stepping out of his grasp to gauge his reaction more fully. Her questioning gaze was met by a squinting husband who merely nodded.

"How is she?" He finally asked after the silence started to become awkward.

"Oh! She's doing fine, actually. Just got married herself. He's also a vampire and a bit older, well, actually a couple centuries older but hey, who am I to judge." She ducked her eyes at him to see if he was still listening, he was.

"Really, good for her. What's he like."

"Well, from what I can gather, he's somewhat quick tempered, has a thing for revenge and holds a grudge like nobody's business."

Damon raised an eyebrow.

"But he's also, incredibly kind, patient, and really loving towards my mom and his children. He's also mega rich so… yeah, I like him. He seemed like a jerk in the past but, then again, so did you, so I see no point in holding the past against him."

"Wait, hold on a minute, you know this guy? Who is he?"

Side stepping the question, Bonnie turned towards the fridge that was half human food and half human blood.

"Hey, did I ever tell you that the Bennett's and the Michelson's were related? Crazy right?"

Damon didn't want to admit it, and he also wanted to stay on topic, but that was really freaky. His creator and his wife sharing the same bloodline… weird.

"Really, how'd that happen?"

Bonnie turned toward him, but seemed to find something far more fascinating above his shoulder and behind him.

"By marriage, love"

A strong, familiar English accent, rolled in Damon's ears.

No.

No freakin' way.

"Damon, son. I see you've met my step daughter, Bonnie."

The man inclined his head towards said step daughter who bent her neck in acknowledgement. If he hadn't seen Abby step out from behind the man, or saw the other supernatural's smirking in the distance, he would have thought that this was all a very bad, very awkward dream.

"You remember her mother, Abby, don't you? You did kill her once. But, alas! In the spirit of letting bygones be bygones, I'll forgive you, like my daughter has." He said, stepping into the room and crossing it to give Bonnie a small hug and a quick peck on top of the head.

Damon's jaws were clenching. If his vampire healing didn't regrow his teeth, his vampire strength would have ground them into dust a long time ago. There was no way he was going to let this monster anywhere near his daughter.

After a short pause, he finally regained the power to hear what was being said around him. Clenching both his jaws and his fists he gritted out one word.

"Klaus"

"I wish I could have seen the wedding, no matter we'll have another. In the spring! Tell you what Damon, I'll pay for whole thing. You don't have to thank me. Just think of it as my way of saying,

"Welcome to the family."