PROMPT: continuation of chapter 4, 8 and 11. Stefan learns the truth about what's going on with Bonnie - and someone else will learn the truth of her relationship with Damon.

WARNING: CONTAINS NON-EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or the characters, I make no money from this.

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Bonnie slowly opens and closes her eyes a couple times, adjusting to her surroundings and looks out her car window; she jumps, slightly startled at Stefan's appearance, his hand knocking on the window.

"Mind if I join you?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled by the glass separating them. She unlocks her car wordlessly and he walks around the car to slide into the passenger seat.

"How did you find me?"

"I was leaving town again and noticed your car. Thought I'd stop and say goodbye."

"Where are you headed?"

Stefan shrugs. "Not sure. Out west, maybe? Portland, Seattle, LA…a city where I can blend in easily. "

God, that sounds nice. Bonnie used to dream of traveling the world, going backpacking through Brazil or doing a cruise through Japan, but now those rosy visions are all gone.

"What's going on with you, Bonnie?" he presses gently, his eyes kind and face gently concerned, "Ever since everything went down at the warehouse with those vampires, you've been avoiding everyone. I know Elena and Caroline have been trying to reach you, they've been going to your house and calling non-stop. And then there's Damon." She jerks her gaze up to meet his, caught off-guard. He knows. Of course he does, he's been staying at the boardinghouse, he can probably smell her on every inch of that place. "I'm not here to judge you. I'm sure you have your reasons. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"Have you told anyone?"

"No, of course not. Damon won't even tell me anything besides it's consensual, you know what you're doing and that I know nothing about what's really going on between you two. But I know it's not just sex. He…he seems to care about you."

Bonnie thinks she might vomit. "No, he doesn't. Everything else is true, but he doesn't - there are no feelings involved. We're not dating or in love or anything like that. He doesn't love me."

"But do you love him?" he asks softly, "Is that it?" Her eyes feel hot and there's an odd shakiness in her chest she can't get rid of. "It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if you did, Bonnie."

"Yes, it would. You don't understand, Stefan, it's wrong. I've been using him. Please, tell me I'm wrong, it's not right, I'm not right."

"Bon-"

"I was at Peace, okay?! I wasn't on the Other Side, I was happy with Grams and loved and then I came back wrong. I had to, because Damon is the only one who can make me feel a-anything," she's crying heavily now, her hands shaking violently, "I can't be right, I can't, please, tell me I'm wrong. Don't forgive me for this, please, please, don't…"

Stefan pulls her into his arms and she sobs unabashedly, her cries swallowing the silence of the car. Her hands cling tightly to his jacket as her tears soak his shirt and she can feel him rubbing her back reassuringly. Everything pours out and out until she is left with dry eyes and a different type of weight settling onto her chest.

Damon watches the morning light creep in from a sliver left open between his thick curtains. The house is quiet, only the hum of numerous appliances and birds chattering outside filling his ears. He looks to his right and stares at Bonnie, her face squished against her pillow as she sleeps peacefully. He thinks back to his and Stefan's conversation, when Stefan came back to the house after saying his goodbyes and confronted Damon about Bonnie.

"If she doesn't get the help she needs, she'll end up dead again, and you're doing nothing!"

"I am NOT doing nothing! I'm doing more for her than anyone else, than Elena or Caroline or the rest of this stupid fucking town. I'M the only one who knows."

"No, you're just continuing to sleep with her and encouraging her feelings of self-loathing! You need to do something, Damon. I told her to get help, talk to a counsellor and she looked right through me like I wasn't even there. She won't listen to me or anyone else, but you can reach her. Help her get better! If you care about her like I believe you do, you'll do the right thing. You'll tell her to get help and break it off."

"Why me, huh? Shouldn't Saint Stefan come to rescue and save the girl like always?"

"She doesn't care about what I have to say. But you can get through to her before it's too late."

Stefan's always thought too highly of him; it's one of his bigger flaws and half the time, it makes Damon feel like crap for not living up to that image. It's easy to play the bad guy, it comes way too easily but learning how to emulate a hero? Not so much.

He crawls out of bed quietly, leaving Bonnie to sleep and heads down to the kitchen, sipping on a bloodbag as the coffee machine squeezes out a fresh brew.

Strangely, he thinks of this past summer - Elena was always the first one up, before Damon would find some way to coax her back into bed. Later, they'd sip bloodbags and coffee together in the kitchen, morning light filtering in. How foolish he'd been to think that could've been forever. To think anything he had was for forever was a fickle hope he should never entertain again.

A floorboard creaks up in his room and he knows Bonnie's up; he pours an extra cup of coffee and walks back upstairs, still sipping on a blood bag. He enters his bedroom and finds Bonnie sitting up in bed, staring at her phone vacantly.

"Good morning," he trills, "Coffee?"

He holds out the mug for her to take and she stares at it like he just shoved a lizard in her face. "What is this?"

"Coffee? For you to take?" he moves it closer, "Come on, my arm's starting to cramp." She grabs it tentatively and stares down at the muddy liquid like something's about to pop out and scare her. "Relax, I didn't poison it."

She takes a tentative sip and sinks back down into bed comfortably. "It's good."

"I'm pretty sure this is normally the part where you say thank you."

"And give you the satisfaction of hearing it? Pass."

"Believe me, that's the least you can do to satisfy me," Damon smirks and Bonnie rolls her eyes, "I can think of plenty else you can do to show your gratitude."

"Oh?" she sets down her coffee and leans back even lower, "Yeah? Why don't you show me instead."

Bonnie walks along the clean pavement sidewalk of the Mystic Falls Town Square, ready to walk home from here. Warm streetlights stare down at her and thick trees flow in the wind, families milling about to eat up the last warm drop of the summer season.

She's crossing the street when someone calls her name from somewhere behind her. "Bonnie! Hey, Bonnie!" She turns around and it's like a rock has dropped into her stomach; Jeremy smiles, his face bright and hopeful. "Bonnie, hey."

"Jer. It's good to see you."

"It's been a while, we miss having you," he replies eagerly, "It's weird that you haven't been over to our place in a while."

That was exactly why Bonnie hasn't dropped by Elena's apartment where she and Jeremy lived - two happy faces that would suffocate her as soon as she walked through the door.

"Busy schedules," Bonnie tries to reason, "but I'll try to stop by soon."

"Great," he nods, before his expression turns into something tender and vulnerable, "Um, about what happened with those vampires looking for the cure - it's okay, Bon. No one's mad at you, we care about you. You don't need to avoid us, it's okay."

"I know," she nods jerkily, "let's just not talk about it, okay? It's over. Um, I need to get home. My dad's waiting for me."

"I'll walk you-"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks, though."

"Okay," Jeremy nods reluctantly, "I'll see you later?"

"Of course."

Bonnie gives him a tight smile and wave, walking away quickly in case Jeremy decides to force his way into her walk home. She steadfastly ignores the other heavy presence she's positive is currently trailing her.

She makes it a block away from the town square before there's a gust of wind and someone's right behind her.

"Damon."

"Bonnie," he falls into step beside her, "Where are you headed?"

"Home. My dad wanted dinner together before he left for a work assignment in Omaha. I'm walking back."

"You're not gonna run back into little Gilbert's waiting arms?"

"Jealous much?"

"Hardly," he scoffs sharply, "Just wanted to know if you, ah, plan on sharing the love."

"Do you have to say it like that?"

"Hey, do what you want, I'm just a booty call," Damon raises his hands in surrender, "but if your dad's leaving, maybe I can join you."

She stops and stares at him as he plays with the collar of her coat and twirls her hair. He leans, their lips meeting and Damon kisses her, nice and slow, one hand digging into her hair and the other rubs her bare collarbone. They linger after a moment, noses brushing together and Bonnie slowly releases a breath.

"You smell good," he murmurs, "New shampoo?"

"Not really. I just grab whatever's on sale."

"Mmm, it works for you."

"You're just trying to butter me up."

"Is it working?"

She's quiet for a moment. "Get your drink, I'll walk back and we'll meet there."

"You won't come with me? I can drive us back. All your pals will be gone by now…"

"My dad's waiting. Come by later."

"Alright. I'll play my part," he kisses her again and it almost feels normal. The thought makes Bonnie want to set something on fire.

Thunder flashes outside and seventies rock blares through the stereo sound system, chasing away the sound of rain coming down and lightning booming in the distance.

Bonnie gasps and pants as Damon circles her clit, his other hand massaging her breast and playing with her nipple. There is always the same sort of rush watching her like this - knowing he has brought her to this, he's torn down her defenses if only for a moment and she's laid bare for him to witness; no one else gets to see what he does. No one else knows this side of her.

She comes a minute later and slumps over in his lap, her breath hot on his neck. His erection strains uncomfortably against his jeans as she slides off his lap, fixing the hem of her pants and top.

"When's your dad coming back again?"

"Not until next Saturday."

"That's a long wait…you could always stay here until then."

She gives him an unimpressed look. "So I can be ready for you at all times?"

"That might be part of it," he replies diplomatically, "I also happen to be company."

"Terrible company at that."

"Company is company."

"My stuff isn't here."

"Enough of it is. Just pack a bag. Or I could stay at your house."

"Absolutely not. I will just stay here for a couple nights."

"A week."

"What, worried I'm going to shack up with Jeremy? Or find another vampire?"

"No," Damon scowls at the idea nonetheless - they may not have agreed to be exclusive, but it's becoming difficult not to see her as his. "We could do something called having fun."

"Five days is all you get."

"I can work with that," he smirks and moves closer, pulling her towards him. She eyes him warily as he leans in close, dragging his nose up her neck, breathing in her pulse points and nipping her skin.

They kiss insistently, her hands tracing underneath his shirt and his hands grip her hips tightly. He nips at her neck, careful not to break the skin and rips her shirt away, heatedly kissing down her chest as she begins to unbuckle his belt.

"Fuck," he sighs as she bites his ear and her hands rake up his back possessively. "God, that's…"

"Oh my god," Damon stills and so does Bonnie, the two of them looking up to see Elena standing in the foyer, her eyes flickering between them in shock. "Bonnie?"

"Elena," Bonnie chokes out and pushes him away; Elena shakes her head slowly in disbelief and vamps away. A few seconds later, Damon can hear a car starting and pulling out of the driveway. "You fucking asshole. Did you know she was here?!"

"Why would I want that her to see this?!" he snaps, "I had other things on my mind, sorry I wasn't looking out for the Brady Bunch!"

"Fuck, I have to go after her," Bonnie slips on her coat and grabs her bag.

"Let me-"

"No! You've done more than enough. Let me go!" she runs out of the front door. Damon stands there and doesn't follow.

"Come on," Bonnie mutters as she tries redialling Elena's phone number; it goes straight to voicemail, just like her last twenty calls. "Come on…"

She focuses back on the road, which is barely visible through the rain and darkness, her windshield wipers moving back and forth erratically. She tries calling again but gets no response. She can try Jeremy, he might be with her - but no, Elena wouldn't tell him this. She would, however, tell Caroline.

Bonnie tries her number and after two rings, gets an answer. "Hello? Bon?"

"Caroline!" she practically shouts with relief, "Hey, is Elena with you?"

"No, I haven't seen her since our sociology class on Tuesday. What's up?"

"I really need to-"

A gust of wind suddenly hits the car, making the car skid and Bonnie loses her grip on the steering wheel; she drops her phone, attempting to regain control of the wheel but then the car rolls over and everything goes black.

I thought I'd moved on from bamon...but maybe my first TVD rewatch has softened me and those two have dragged me back in. Anyways, comments and kudos are appreciated!