Chapter 6

Note: Don't own characters. Sorry the Bonnie chapters are so short, it's because up until now I haven't quite known what my intentions are for her. However, now I do, and the plot has began to be set up in this chapter. Also, I'd like to dedicate this to two of my lovely guest reviewers, Alaska Cullen and Arabella Wilson, without you, I wouldn't have had the motivation to finish this chapter early! Thank you all for reading! Be sure to leave a review and tell me what you thought about this chapter and what you think is going to happen in the future ones.

"One plane ticket to London, please."

The old lady at the counter nodded and ever-so-slowly began to sift through Bonnie's paperwork.

Bonnie grabbed everything as soon as she could and sprinted through security (keeping her gun hidden in an enchanted bag that her grandmother had given her).

She somehow managed to board the plane on time.

Her fellow economy passengers glared at her as she anxiously tapped her chipped fingernails on the arm of her seat. She didn't care. She was going to find Damon.

She had no idea what she was doing. All she knew was that it was painfully idiotic. It wasn't like Bonnie to be this impulsive, but then again, Damon had that effect on her. She'd always thought he brought out the worst in her. It was only when he left that she realised his absence brought out the worst in her.

Bonnie cursed herself. Here she was, Bonnie Bennett, on a seven hour flight to London with no money, no plan, no clue what her next move was. It was completely out of character, and yet, it was the first time in months that Bonnie had felt like herself.

Hours passed. The plane's lights had been switched off. The other passengers were all asleep. The man next to Bonnie had unknowingly planted his head on Bonnie's shoulder. He was now snoring obnoxiously.

Bonnie envied him. He was probably on vacation. He was probably only visiting London to see the London Eye or the Buckingham Palace. She wished she had that luxury.

Finally, with two hours remaining on the flight, Bonnie closed her eyes, hard and forced her mind to switch off. Surprisingly, for the first time in days, it worked. Her mind finally took a break.

Bonnie opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was a newspaper. Instantly, she knew where she was. She looked up and surely enough, there he was, flipping pancakes, oblivious to the fact that she was there.

"Damon?" she asked, although she knew it was him by his fierce blue eyes that stared down at the pan. There was no response. She frowned. Suddenly, he looked up, but not at her. His eyes stared directly at the door and his bored expression turned to a look of pure joy. Bonnie stared at him in confusion for a second before seeing her.

"There's my girl," said Damon, abandoning the pancakes and rushing to the door to greet Elena. They kissed. Bonnie felt a pang of jealousy so strong she could taste it. What was even worse was that she saw the love that was in Damon's eyes. So strong. So intense. And he couldn't even see Bonnie.

She knew it was a dream but she couldn't help but wonder if that's truly how it was. Did he really not see her? Not care about her?

Then why did she care about him?

Bonnie thought she would feel rested once she had gotten some sleep, but if anything she was more exhausted than ever. The dream had kept her mind spinning, even in sleep, and now, with a few minutes more before the plane landed, she wondered if she shouldn't have come.

She put her palm against her face, frustratedly. She told herself again and again that she didn't love Damon anymore. That she was only trying to help him because she needed closure.

She wiped an involuntary tear of frustration off her cheek. The woman that sat on the other side of her glanced over and said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Bonnie lied, faking a smile. "I just… get like this when planes land."

The lady gave her a sympathetic look. "You can tell me. I'm a therapist, I'm sure I hear much worse."

Bonnie laughed. "I doubt it."

Then suddenly there was a loud sound as the plane landed. The lady got up and grabbed her bags.

"Come on," she said sweetly. "You can tell me on the way out."

Bonnie was hesitant but somehow the woman's kind brown eyes made her want to tell her everything.

"I'm in London for a friend," she said, as she waited for the doors to open. "He sort of left without saying goodbye and I was angry. Really angry. So angry that for three years, I couldn't push past that cloud of anger to see the rest of the picture. And when I finally got to a place where I was willing to push past it, he sort of fell off the edge. He changed, completely. He became a monster." Bonnie stopped to observe the woman's facial expression. She now wore a sad smile on her face.

"And you're in London to fix him?"

Bonnie hesitated, realising how ridiculous that sounded. "Yes, I guess I am."

"Do you think you can?"

"No," Bonnie said, honestly. "No, I don't. There is someone who can, but she's… gone."

"Gone? Has she passed?" The woman asked curiously.

"No, she's alive."

"Okay," The woman pondered for a second. "How much do you care about this friend of yours?"

Bonnie smiled. This she was sure of. "A lot."

"And you would do anything to bring him back?"

"Yes."

"The solution seems very simple to me, dear." The lady brushed Bonnie's shoulder affectionately. "If this girl can bring the real him back, bring her to him."

Bonnie wanted to protest. She wanted to say that it was nowhere near that easy, but then she realised it was. It was that easy to bring him back.

Bonnie smiled sadly. "Thank you." The lady nodded and walked toward the exit of the plane.

Bonnie stood there for a moment, thinking. Elena was the only one who could bring Damon back, but the only way Elena could come back was for Bonnie to die.

Suddenly, she knew what she was going to do.