#bamonfic

[writingsoftheunderworld]

AU- yes! Time travel - no?

Chapter 6 :

AO3

Damon hadn’t known what to expect when he arrived home from the old witches’ house, but total and complete silence had definitely not been it. So it took him a second or so before he dared enter his home, then another few seconds just to judge himself for hesitating at all. It was his house after all, when had his house become the place he worried about? When had he stopped being the thing others were worried about? He missed those days, it had been so much easier when he didn’t try, when he just was. Sure, he and Stefan weren’t on speaking terms, and sure he had moments when the guilt got loud, like in the 90s, or the loneliness suffocating, like in the 50s, or he simply didn’t remember who he was because he’d spent so long running from himself, but it had been so much easier. He could just up and leave and leave behind everything. But not now, not anymore. Now he and Stefan got along, sometimes, and there were people who depended on him and who, dare he say it, might even care about him. He had Ric now, his drinking buddy, his best friend. He had Elena, and while he wasn’t sure what he was her or she to him, he cared about her and knew she did too. He could even say he and Bonnie were alright nowadays, and Jeremy even looked up to him at times, and god was that ever so confusing. And Caroline … well she didn't like him at all, but it made sense with her, he’d messed up with her too much and too harshly. He’d been desperate and she’d paid the price and any other time he wouldn’t have cared, but she was a bit too close to who he used to be to do so now and he was a bit too close to her mom as well, might even be friends if Liz could ever handle knowing both him and her daughter were the very creatures she’d dedicated her life to killing. 

He was getting soft at his age. Even Katherine, who he should by all means hate for what she did to him and Stefan, how she played them both, he could say he at the very least understood. He understood why she did all that she did, especially now, especially after what Rose had said about Klaus and the older doppelganger. It rattled him, caring, it made him feel some sort of way that he wasn’t sure how to handle anymore. He used to be good at it in the past, when his mom was alive he used to be able to tell with barely a glange is she needed a hug or to be left to her thoughts, whether Stefan needed space or attention, whether dad needed a cigar or quiet. He knew everything about people then, or so he remembered whenever he thought of that time, as rare as that was. He knew when a girl in town had her eyes on him, when one of the boys was in a mood to wrestle. Now it was both easier and harder. Sure, he could still tell what people wanted, that kind of awareness wasn’t lost easily and vampirism only heightened that characteristic, but being able to feel all those feelings that those around him would feel hurt worse now, like how he felt a twinge in his chest when Liz denied Caroline as her daughter, why he spoke out against it. Why he offered Ric a drink after killing him once he understood what Isobel had done to her husband. Why Elena was such a focus for him. Why he never minced his words with Bonnie, because he knew she could handle it and that she needed to feel like she could handle herself. 

Damon walked forward, deep in thought and looked around the house. Still eerie silence. Well, alright. House was empty then, he could relax a bit. He poured himself a drink, half what he usually did, only for the familiarity of the taste, of the burn, of the quenching of his blood thirst. Then walked to the library to pick something to read. He’d bought most of those books. He wasn’t sure Stefan knew that, he figured if he did, he never thought much of it, probably figured it was for Damon’s own amusement, which fair point, that was the whole point of books really. But Damon had a feeling that Stefan never even thought of the possibility, likely his little brother just assumed their various family throughout the ages just amassed a fortune in books. And well, if Damon never tried to dissuade his brother from that idea, he wasn’t too bothered. Stefan could continue with his imagined singular bridge between them and their family and Damon could enjoy his peace in … well, peace. But he never got the time to read all of them, always something else going on, something else happening. But this was the longest stretch he’d spent in Mystic Falls in centuries so he had time now, in between the crises. Today had gone well, Bonnie was now fully powered up, more powerful than she’d ever been and Klaus seemed to be taking his sweet ass time. It was nice almost. Hell, not even his brother was bothering him much today, so he had time to read a bit. He picked something at random and settled himself on one of the couches. 

It was he was reading that he noticed the soft breaths coming from inside his house. He put his book down, a quick glance at the page number to make sure he remembered where he’d left at - barely 5 pages, not even a full chapter yet - and heading towards the sound. He wasn’t expecting any threat, whoever they were, they clearly weren’t alert so likely not going to be ready to attack. And he knew Katherine’s breath as she slept, he’d spent centuries trying to hold onto the sound of her asleep and safe and with him, none more acutely as the Augustine where he dreamt of that sound every week, so he knew it wasn’t her. He almost laughed when he did reach the room, because of course it was their young prophet that was sleeping down the hall from his room, curled up under the duvet, still fully dressed but her boots next to the bed, thrown there haphazardly. Her hair was sleep-ruffled, her face less harsh in the soft light coming through the blinds, her skin almost golden brown. She looked small, smaller than she was and that was saying something, but small as in young. It took him aback a bit. She was clearly older than Elena or Caroline or Bonnie, it showed clearly in her eyes and her mannerism and her way of speaking, but she was still very young still. It made him realize just how young they all were really, all these people he chose to care about, that have snuck under his skin and stuck there, buried. It surprised him and yet not. He knew they were young, he felt it enough. And he knew Stefan, for all that his still retained some of the baby around the cheeks and hands, wasn’t the 17 year old he’d died as, just as he wasn’t the 23 year old either, despite what the lines around his face, barely forming as he’d died, said or the few grey hairs he had, that he refused to ever acknowledge despite his pride back in the 1800s at seeing them the first time - maturity, his father had praised once. 

No, he and Stefan and Katherine weren’t young. Hadn’t been in ages, and yet sometimes it felt as though they were, sometimes he caught this feeling in his stomach, like he was falling in love for the first time all over again, like when he’d met Elena on the road a year or so prior - when he’d first arrived, just after he realized she wasn’t the love of his life - or anxiety at seeing Liz in her full uniform despite her treating his as an equal. The way he still saw Stefan taken aback every so often at the dirty look of one of the older people around when they were at the bar, like he really ought to not be drinking after all. It was confusing and likely why Stefan was able to have a relationship with Elena despite his age, because he never got to experience his age properly, not before he died. Why Damon himself craved the drama so much that he was even willing to sleep his way through half the town for the attention. Well, that and he genuinely enjoyed screwing his way through half the town, same as Stefan genuinely loved Elena. And he wasn’t blind, he knew his little brother was smithen and Damon might even admit on occasion he thought he might feel the same, but then he would see Katherine and Elena in the same room and it would still, after so much, be Katherine’s smirk and her sparkling gaze drawing him in, not Elena’s doe eyes and soft smile. And that only made him go after Elena harder, because he couldn’t still be hung up over that bitch. 

Rose shifted in her sleep and he jerked, too caught in his head to expect the movement. She mumbled something in her sleep, he wasn’t too sure what, but he thought it was her calling for her parents. He wondered who her parents were, what they were like. Because who’d allow their 19 year old to know so much about an immortal legendary being like Klaus, what they’d think of her hanging out with a bunch of strangers, risking her life to bring this being down with them. They had to be worried right? Were they looking for her? Had she run away to do this? Or had she told them she was off with a friend and they were just expecting to see her in a little while, all while she was risking death. He wondered if they’d blame them for Rose being in Mystic Falls instead of their daughter, because he could imagine it being much easier to blame a bunch of total strangers for coercing than blame their own flesh and blood. Then again, maybe not. The girl clearly had been trained to use her magic like that. Not only that, but been trained by someone who obviously knew their craft and knew it well. Someone powerful. He watched Rose sleep a few moments more, watched the annoying, hard headed girl he’d just met and has already thought of killing three times, sleep in a bed, in his house and felt … almost a wave of affection for her. She clearly hadn’t anticipated all of this, that was easy to tell if you paid it any mind. Sure she knew her shit, but she was so very hesitant in her steps that he almost wondered if she’d accidentally ended up here, but how could that be, with all that she knew. He walked out, leaving the door a smidge open and returned to his book. He had a few hours before the Scooby Gang would get together to discuss what they were going to do about Klaus so he planned to take advantage of that. 

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Damon watched his wife giggle through the shawl around her shoulders and over her mouth, her attention captured by her best friend as she rolled out of the driveway with Stefan behind the wheel. They’d had a good night tonight, dancing and drinking and having fun. And his little girl was home, finally after so many weeks. He wondered if she’d try to set him on fire for tucking her in like he used to do when she’d first arrived here and got used to them - so much like her mom sometimes that one, though Bonnie hadn’t threatened him with fire in years. He wrapped his hands around Bonnie’s waist, drawing her to him, feeling her shiver due to the cold night air and burying his face in her neck, soft kisses up and down the length of it. She giggled again, but it turned into a soft groan as he chose that moment to suck at the sensitive patch of skin just behind her ear. He smiled and let her turn in his hands, her arms coming to rest around his neck, her hands finding their way into his hair, scritching at the scalp, making him shiver but not due to the cold. She drew back, looking up at him, her warm green eyes shining with the porch lights, twinkling in the night and he could barely contain the love he held for this woman. She smiled and his heart jumped to his throat, like falling in love for her for the first time all over again and he kissed her forehead and held her close to him, safe and warm and each others’. Maybe he should’ve stopped at the fourth bottle of wine like Stefan had, then he wouldn’t be this sappy? But he knew that was just a bluff, he was always this sappy, like Bonnie liked to remind him. 

Damon wouldn’t have guessed that he was the more romantic of the two, but it made sense after he leaned her, found out her quirks and likes and dislikes, what she liked and what she dreamt and how she was at 3 am going on no sleep and buried to her neck in work or at 3 in the afternoon and sleepy like a lazy cat. That was of course not to say that she wasn’t sappy in her own right, they tended to outmatch once another often, a fair game to both. Always on equal footing. It had come as a surprise to him when he and Bonnie first started getting along, trapped in 1994 and alone, how alike they were, how they matched. So much so he kept trying to annoy her, afraid of it, not knowing the feeling of being known like that, instinctively, wholly, without judgement or need to be changed to fit but simply to fit. And he knew now she had felt the same. He’d thought what would’ve happened if they’d acknowledged each other earlier, would they have grown quicker, would they be stronger, would they simply have avoided the heartaches and pain and such deep cutting loneliness? And yet he would never risk any of this on the chance of going back to change anything, because every step had led him here, wrapped around Bonnie Bennett, a silver band around his finger that he prises more than any daylight ring, utterly domestic and so very, very happy. Chosen, but beyond chosen, accepted. With a family, a family that he’d protect and cherish like his own had not done so, father to a child he couldn’t be prouder of and that he made sure to remind whenever he felt there was any fear of forgetting. And he knew Bonnie felt the same, she’d said as much enough times. They knew each other, they understood each other and they built each other up.

“We should see what Rose is up to, I haven’t seen her since Caroline took out the tequila bottle.” Bonnie murmured in his chest. She was right of course and he’d missed his littlest witch. The house much too silent without her. So he went up to check on her while Bonnie left to put away the dishes and clean up the deck. But Rose wasn’t in her room and the whole house was silent. He felt his heart speed and he listened for any kind of noise, any noise from his daughter, but nothing was there save for Bonnie bustling downstairs. The worry cloyed and he had to close his eyes before he called out for Bonnie to come. She must’ve heard the panic in his voice because he heard her just drop the stuff she was moving and run up the stairs to meet him.

“Damon? What is it? How’s Rose?”

“You mean where’s Rosie.” he mumbled and the panic grew with the words, as though saying it aloud made it more real, more of a threat.

“What?!” the worry had entered Bonnie’s voice now too so he watched his wife do a customary check of the house with a quick spell then turn on her heels toward her witches’ den. He followed right behind. A locator spell might have been a bit much, but Rose wasn’t really one to run away to meet her friends, if anything she was much more likely to invite them all here to have their own party in their teenager obnoxious way.  

Bonnie paused. Sudden. Something was wrong, so he looked around her to the open room, the room they kept closed except for when needed. Which certainly wouldn’t be a family night like tonight. She ran inside as soon as she recovered, letting the door swing and smack the wall, a small bit of plaster cracking and a stray thought of imma have to fix that passed by his mind but most of his thoughts were on his daughter so he followed suit. The grimoire was open as well was the first thing he realized. The second thing was that Bonnie looked scared. Really scared.

“Bon? What is it, babe? Bon?” 

“I… uh” she stopped, swallowed, shifted her weight. “I created this spell.” she began again, voice barely audible. “It’s a dimension spell, like…” a harsh sigh, a hand over her face and through her hair. “Like the prison world, only for a world that exists outside of ours. Like an alternate universe. But I never. I never tested it Damon. I never needed to. I’d made it when it seemed as though Katherine might attacked after we found out she was Queen of Hell. But never had to use it so I never tried it. If Rose…” she trailed off, her hands shaking and he put his hand over hers, gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. He knew what this could mean. Rose probably tried it, she’d done so before, when she’d been younger, the same spell, so Damon was sure she’d thought she would just try it quickly while he and Bonnie were distracted downstairs and be done before they were. But if Bon hadn’t ever tried this, then god only knew where his daughter ended up or if she even was - no, no nonono. She was just somewhere, this was a transportation spell and she’d done it and now she was in a different world, she was safe and probably not sure how to come back or having fun there and forgot the time. 

“Can we get her back?” he asked. More sure in his tone than he felt. He felt Bonnie shake her head confused so he asked again. “Can we get her back? Would it be the same place?” 

Bonnie shook her head again, but this time understanding was shining in her gaze so she flicked her wrist, set the candles all alight around them and nodded.

“Yes, I made the spell so that it would only ever have one road to travel so I’d never lose the way, then made a separate spell in case I wanted a different destination. She should be exactly in the same place we’d end up if I do the spell right now. If she hasn’t tried it again trying to get back, but we can just follow her then too. But baby, the return spell dictates we’re all stuck there for at least a few days until the hole this punches in time and space can mend itself to try again.” Damon breathed in relief, nodding, despite the warning. This was hope in his chest, spreading, like in 1994 Bonnie still held all of his hope in her words. This was familiar territory, this was something he could fall back on. So he just set down next to her, held her hand when she extended it and prepared for whatever was about to come. He didn’t expect the nausea as they landed, but it settled fast enough. He expected the Boarding House even less, but it was more familiar territory. And he could recognize every single car parked around, Caroline’s old Ford Fiesta down the side, perfect parallel parking as usual for the little perfectionist his sister in law had always been, Ric’s Chevie in its usual spot, even Bonnie’s ancient Prius. Where the hell were they now?

“Bon? Where are we?”

“Mystic Falls.” she answered, a small amused grin on her lips despite the worry still present in her tense body. God, they were still dressed like they’d been when they woke up earlier today, his sweatpants and T-shirt barely making this more surreal than Bonnie’s shawl draped over her tank top and panda shorts. This was what family night usually entailed though, PJ’s and comfort. This was going to be an entrance for sure. “I’m pretty sure we’re about to see our younger selves and possibly end up in the middle of one of our old conflicts. If this is remotely similar to our universe history.” Damon nodded and squeezed the hand he was still holding onto. But now he could focus better and so he focused on anything that could tell them where their daughter was. If she even was here anymore. A soft murmur of a noise caught his attention quickly, a hum in an upstairs bedroom, close to his room. That was her. He would recognize his daughter’s voice anywhere.

“Babe, can you do a quick scan. I think she’s upstairs, but I don’t know if that could just be this universe’s version of Rosie.” Bonnie didn’t even need him to finish his sentence, she was already channelling energy, he could taste it in the air. Her answering smile was enough. 

Now what to do about the clear audience they were going to be encountering inside. He was contemplating this when he noticed Bonnie had already walked to the door and was opening it. He ran to her side, asking her what she was planning in a hiss, but she simply shrugged and he decided fuck it, we’ll go with the flow. They’d barely got the to say a word to the very clearly younger versions of themselves, all in shock and confusion, when Rose, his Rosie-Posie walked down the stairs and opened her mouth to say something, determined like he remembered her to be when presenting a project in school, then close with a snap at the sight of them. He felt as though he should be mad, and the anger did come, she’d worried them both, but this spell could’ve just not worked at all, could’ve killed them or worse, and yet here she was, alive, determined, safe. He jumped at his wife’s voice, not really listening, just scanning Rose for any injuries. Once he found none, he walked over to her, saw her brace for a lecture, but the anger had faded the second he’d seen the fear in her eyes fade at the sight of them in the room so all he could do was hold her like his life depended on it. He moved when Bonnie’s hand touched him, knowing that for all that she was the more strict parent she was just as in need of holding Rose right then as he was. Now to figure out if they could just head home or if the others would try to prevent them. He could probably take them. He exchanged a look with his wife over their daughter’s shoulders’, they’d be fine it said, they’d figure it out like they’ve always done.

[bamon4bamily]

This is us... before, now and forever...

You and me... we cross time and space...

Whatever, wherever, whenever... we are in it together. This is us...

A Sunday breakfast...

 A trip to the supermarket...

A walk in the woods...

A night of oldies but goodies...

A lifetime of protection...

Whatever, wherever, whenever... This is us, before, now and forever... I swear...

TVD 9X02 (part 3) coming this weekend! For real  this time, sorry for the delay, I was really sick =( 

Please stop by, read and enjoy =)

[paintedwithwords]

[...]

“Damon!” she screams, watching as the muscles of his entire body, overcharged with inhuman tension, shiver at the sound of her voice, like she pinched the cord of a Stradivarius. The dead weight slips off his fingers when he turns to look at her, unblinking and slightly dazed.

“He stabbed you,” voice hoarse like he’s been wandering in the desert for centuries, calling for a mercy heaven would not grant him.

“And you killed him,” she says, though the word doesn’t do justice to what truly happened to the poor bastard. She should be more outraged by this, but it does seem like justice, in a way "I think it's safe to say you're even—"

“He stabbed you,” Damon insists, licking his dry lips, having no reaction to the taste of grey matter he collected on his tongue as his eyes scan her body with incredulity.

“And now he looks like a packet of crackers run over by a freaking truck!” she protests, looking at the human pulp at his feet. She’ll give him hell about this, but not now, because it breaks her heart the way he looks at her.

Damon looks at her, desperate and fazed and speechless, and there’s something tugging at her heart, for he looks so lost. She had once thought he’d be relieved to see her die, but he looks like something inside broke the moment he thought he could lose her.

“Are you…” he takes a step in her direction, the first movement an awkward jerk, making him look like a toy with dying batteries.

[...]

[bamon4bamily]

Oh, you know it for sure!! ;)

This song was playing in Damon’s head at this exact moment... no doubt!

Bamon endgame build up as it should have been done! 

[bamon4bamily]

TVD 9x02 (part 2) Enjoy! =)

Cut to – the Salvatore school study, Darius walks in.

 DAMON: Look who finally decided to show up, the prime suspect.

DARIUS: Bon, have they found anything?

BONNIE: Not yet. Matt is searching the rooms… Oh, and he needs your statement; so let him know you’re here.

DARIUS: My statement?

BONNIE: It’s just procedure, he questioned all of us.

DARIUS: Fine, but, what are we waiting for? Why don’t we speed up the process and do a locator spell?

BONNIE: We don’t want to risk it, given what happened to us recently…

DARIUS: I almost forgot about that… so what’s the plan then? We aren’t really going to leave this to the Police, right?  

DAMON: For once, you are actually making some sense.

DARIUS: I’m glad we agree on something. By the way, I apologize for last night, I was out of line, guess that cider got me. Call it truce? (Damon, reluctantly nods at his apology).

DAMON: OK, so here is what I think we should do. Bon, I know you are scared that if we get another witch to do the spell they might get hurt, but we don’t know that for a fact, so I say we give it a try, bring in one of the students…

DARIUS: I agree, as far as we know that happened to us because we are psychic-witches, we don’t know if the same will happen to a regular witch. I say we do it, and if we see signs of something similar happening, we stop, and our friend here (referring to Sergei) can give them his blood.

BONNIE: No, we are not putting any students in danger. If anything, I’ll do the spell, and if anything happens again, Sergei can give me his blood.

DAMON: Bon, listen, I know you’ll make your own choice on this, but I think it would be irresponsible from our side to just ignore what we already know will happen…

DARIUS: Plus, we weren’t even able to perform the spell so it would be pretty much useless.

SERGEI: Miss Bennet, if I may, I must admit I agree with these gentlemen. If we are to dismiss the ways of the law and proceed with an alternate plan, the most rational solution would be to summon the power of a conjuror student.

DAMON: (To Sergei, mocking) Do you hear yourself? See Bon, even Count Dracula agrees with us.

DARIUS: I would suggest keeping Alaric and Radka out of this “alternate plan”, I’m pretty sure they would not be on board with recruiting a student.

DAMON: Literally it’s like they switched you with the tolerable version of yourself overnight. Hate to say it but I agree with Waldo.

DARIUS: It was just a matter of time, pal.

BONNIE: O.K “buddies”, and who would you suggest do the spell? Oh, and we are not keeping Alaric and Radka out of the loop; I’ll accept as long as they do.

DAMON: Bon, you are no fun!

SERGEI: I concur with Miss. Bennet; we must inform Alaric and Miss. Sunkram if this plan.

DAMON: Fine! What about Dominick? Isn’t he like one of your top of the class students?

SERGEI: He most definitely is, exceptionally talented.

Matt, Alaric, and Radka walk in.

 DAMON: Found anything Donovan? Let me guess, no. That’s why we’ve all agreed on a plan that will actually work…

MATT: Really, Damon, what’s is that?

DAMON: We are recruiting a witchy student to do a locator spell so that we can find Caroline and the girls before you turn 80.

ALARIC: No Damon, we already discussed this, we are not risking any of the students. Bonnie, I thought we were on the same page here?

BONNIE: We are Ric, but if we want to find them fast, you know we need to do this. So, let’s give it a try, if anything starts happening we’ll stop the spell.

ALARIC: Dominick, ha? He is talented, could work…

MATT: Guys, I said I would handle this.

DAMON: Donovan, you have absolutely no leads, nothing to move on. So, we are doing this.

ALARIC: Matt, I’m, sorry, but I kind of see their point. This is my children and Caroline we are talking about, we can’t wait. Radka, can you go get Dominick, please.

RADKA: Ric, are you sure? ALARIC: No, but we have to try.

RADKA: (To Alaric, with a bit of doubt) I hope you know what you are doing (leaves).

MATT: Fine, you guys do what you need to do, and I’ll keep doing my job. I’m going to the station to look at surveillance tapes, see if I can find anything. Let me know if you succeed with the spell. Just one thing, please, if you do find where they are, don’t attempt to go there without me.

ALARIC: We won’t. I’ll let you know as soon as we have a location and we’ll follow your lead on the rest.

 Matt leaves, Radka comes back with Dominick

 ALARIC: Dominick, thanks for doing this. I promise we wouldn’t ask unless it was absolutely necessary.

DOMINICK: It’s fine Mr. Saltzman, I’m actually very excited, my first locator spell!

BONNIE: Hi Dominick, I’m Bonnie, I’m going to teach you how to do the spell, O.K?

DOMINICK: OMG!! The Bonnie Bennet?!! I can’t believe this! You are like a supernatural superstar! Can I please get a selfie with you?!

BONNIE: (A tad confused) Sure, I guess… (Dominick takes the picture).

DAMON: Centennials…

BONNIE: Listen, Dominick, before we start, I need to be sure that you are fine with this. This isn’t a class, this is the real thing, so you need to be sure that you are ready.

DOMINICK: I am Miss Bennet, I swear!

RADKA: Dominick, trust me, we are not letting anything happen to you. We will be looking out for you, O.K?

DOMINICK: Yes Miss. Sunkram, I know, I’m not afraid.

DARIUS: O.K, everything is set up.

BONNIE: (To Dominick) Are you ready?

DOMINICK: Yes, Miss Bennet.

BONNIE: Come, sit here, and repeat after me: Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Sequitas Sanguinem.

DOMINICK: Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Sequitas Sanguinem.

BONNIE: Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Sequitas Sanguinem.

DOMINICK: Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Sequitas Sanguinem.

(They repeat the chants, blood starts coming out of Bonnie's nose again)

DAMON: How the hell is this happening??!! She is not the one doing the spell… Bon-Bon, stop chanting…

BONNIE: (with trance eyes, keeps chanting) Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Sequitas Sanguinem.

ALARIC: Bonnie, stop!

DARIUS: Bonnie?? (shakes her, more blood keeps dropping from her nose).

Dominick gets hints of a location but not from the map.

DOMINICK: I feel something… it’s humid, cold, dark… a waterfall? (Bonnie drops unconscious, the spell is broken, Dominick is fine.)

DAMON: Bonnie, Bonnie!! Quick, (to Sergei) give her your blood, now! (Sergei gives her his blood, she doesn’t react).

SERGEI: It’s not working, she is not responding…

ALARIC: (To Radka) Call 911!! (Shakes Bonnie) Bonnie, Bonnie!!

DAMON: Why isn’t this working??!! Bon (shakes her too) Bon, wake up!!!

RADKA: I knew we shouldn’t have done this! Domanick, are you O.K?

DOMINICK: (Very scared at what he is looking at) I…I... I’m fine Miss Sunkram. Is Miss. Bennett…?

Cut to –  Mystic General. They are all at the waiting room waiting for news on Bonnie. It’s been over 24hrs with no news; after a while, a Doctor comes out.

DAMON: (Desperate) How is she?!

DOCTOR: She is not responding… I’m sorry.

DAMON: What do you mean she is not responding? Then do something!

ALARIC: Damon, calm down. You are not helping. Is there anything else you can do Doctor?

DOCTOR: All we can do now is wait, see if she responds to the medication. We moved her to room 206, you can go in to see her now, but not more than two people at a time, please.

ALARIC: Thank you, Doctor.

DARIUS: I don’t understand, how is this even possible? She didn’t perform the spell… how could she get hurt? And how is that nothing happened to me too, like last time?

ALARIC: I know, none of this makes any sense…

RADKA: We need to do something, fast. I’m going to head back to the school and keep researching, there must be something we missed.

ALARIC: Yes, you go ahead, we’ll stay here with Bonnie.

DARIUS: Damon and I can stay with her Ric, you should go with Radka. Two minds work better than one, she can use your help.

SERGEI: And three is even better, I will go with them as well.

ALARIC: O.K., we’ll head back to the school. Matt has a full search team on Care, the girls, and the students. You two keep an eye Bonnie, don’t leave her side, understood? We’ll call each other constantly with updates. (He notices Damon is completely out of it, calls him aside)

ALARIC: Damon, we will find a way to revert this, I swear. In the meantime, be with her, let her know you are here.

DAMON: Just move fast Ric.

Sergei, Alaric, and Radka leave the Hospital, Damon goes into Bonnie’s room. He looks at her, teary-eyed, devastated. Kisses her on the forehead, sits beside her and grabs her hand.

DAMON: Just when I finally got you back, I lose you again… that’s not fair. Bon, I know you can sense me, maybe even hear me… please, you need to wake up; I can live through anything except seeing you like this… Bon-Bon, please… Come on, you are the strongest, bravest woman I know, you need to pull through, O.K.? I brought you something… look, it’s Miss Cuddles (moves the bear like a puppet and makes the Miss Cuddle voice) Listen, young lady, I’m not going to stand for this, you better wake up missy! (No response, lays the bear next to her) Bon-Bon… please… (rests his head on her stomach).

Elena walks in

 ELENA: Oh, sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here.

DAMON: Hey. No, it’s fine, come on in.

ELENA: Any updates?

DAMON: No, still unresponsive, it’s been over 24 hours and nothing…

ELENA: I wanted to be here sooner but…

DAMON: ... I’ll leave you alone with her.

ELENA: Thank you. (As he is walking out) Damon, we will get her back, I promise. She is a fighter, she’ll find her way back to us. (Damon nods, then exits the room).

ELENA: (Kisses Bonnie on the forehead) Bonnie… I can’t believe this is our reunion. It’s been almost 2 years and I can’t even give you a proper hug… or hear that amazing laugh… Please come back to us Bonnie, I’ve lost you too many times… I can’t lose you again.

VOICE: (Sounds just like Bonnie) Elena… it’s O.K, I’m here…

ELENA: Bonnie...?

Cut to Matt and his team on full search mode in the woods.

 POLICE OFFICER 1: We finished with the perimeter Sheriff, nothing.

MATT: Let’s move to the next one then. (Gets a call from the Mayor)

EDWARD POWELL: Sheriff, please tell me you found something.

MATT: Not yet, we are moving to the next perimeter.

EDWARD POWELL: I’m getting somewhat impatient Sheriff; I expected some progress by now…

MATT: I know. Trust me, we won’t rest until we find something.

EDWARD POWELL: If I need to bring in reinforcements, I will; you have until tomorrow to get me something, understood?

MATT: Yes.

EDWARD POWELL: Good (hangs up).

MATT: O.K team, let’s move!

POLICE OFFICER 2: Sheriff, wait, I found something (hands him an engraved golden bracelet that reads: Thank you for showing me what love is. V.VI. MMXVII. Love always, S.S.

MATT: This is Caroline’s, where did you find it?

POLICE OFFICER 2: Over here… (leads him to a cave entrance, under the waterfall).

 Cut to the Salvatore School. Alaric, Sergei, and Radka doing research.

 ALARIC: Anything?

RADKA: Look at this, I have to insist, I’m pretty sure these incidents are related…

SERGEI: (Reads) I concur, it cannot be a coincidence. (Hands the book to Alaric).

ALARIC: I think you are right… there had to be a psychic-witch back then to perform the spell…

RADKA: Yes, and I think Damon wasn’t all that off on his hunch. Look …

Cut to – Mystic General. Damon comes back to Bonnie’s room, finds Elena on the sofa in a trance-like state, Bonnie is gone.

 DAMON: (Shakes Elena) Elena, Elena, wake-up. (She reacts) Are you O.K?

ELENA: Damon? Yes, I’m fine. What’s going on, where am I?

DAMON: You are at the hospital, what happened? Where is Bonnie?

ELENA: Bonnie? Yes… wait, she was right here.

DAMON: Elena, do you remember anything?

ELENA: I was talking to Bonnie… I heard her voice Damon, she was awake… then I blacked out, that’s all I remember. (Damon gets the Nurses, Doctors, etc...)

DAMON: (To the staff) Look! I’m telling you she is gone! Someone in this godforsaken hospital had to have seen something!! Patients don’t just disappear!

ELENA: Damon, calm down, we will find her. (Darius walks in).

DARIUS: What’s going on?

DAMON: Where the hell were you?!

DARIUS: (With take-way bags in his hands) I went to get us some decent lunch…

DAMON: Well, she’s gone…

DARIUS: What do you mean, gone?

DAMON: Gone, as in vanished, Copperfield… get it?

DARIUS: What? How? Someone must have seen something…

DAMON: That is exactly what I’m trying to figure out from these incompetent Doggie Houser’s!!

DARIUS: (To the staff) Listen, please leave, give us a moment, O.K? (They leave).

DAMON: What are you doing?

DARIUS: (To Elena) Elena, I assume?

ELENA: Yes.

DARIUS: Pleasure to meet you, unfortunate it had to be under these circumstances. I am Darius.

ELENA: Nice to finally meet you, Bonnie told me…

DAMON: Hello! What’s the plan here?!

DARIUS: Elena, do you think you could get me some candles and a map?

DAMON: Not this again, what part of it doesn’t work did you not get?

DARIUS: It will work Damon, trust me.

ELENA: I’m on it (leaves).

DAMON: Waldo, seriously?  What makes you think you can do it now?

DARIUS: Call it intuition… Have you called Alaric, Matt?

DAMON: No, I’m pretty sure they won’t lead us to Bonnie.

DARIUS: Damon, just call them and tell them what’s going on. Oh, and please pull yourself together, you look like a crazy person; we need your head in the game, O.K?

Cut to cave scene with Caroline and the girls.

 CAROLINE: Bonnie? This can’t be you.

BONNIE: Don’t look so shocked Care, your girls warned you about this… why is it so hard for you to listen?

CAROLINE: I know you are not Bonnie…. So, who or what the hell are you?!

BONNIE: Need proof? In the 3rd grade, you kidnapped and buried Miss Cuddles… who else, besides your dead husband, would know that?

CAROLINE: I don’t know what sick game you are playing, but your cheap Bonnie knock-off really isn’t working. And, just so you get your facts right, Bonnie never found out about the kidnapping, so…

BONNIE: Fine, you caught me. Enough with the chit chat, it’s time for your kids to actually be useful for something.

CAROLINE: Don’t you dare lay a hand on them! If you so much as breathe near them, I will rip your pathetic attempt of a Bonnie imitation to pieces.

BONNIE: (With sarcasm) Wouldn’t that be tragic? Killing your best friend so you can save your children…

CAROLINE: You are not my best friend.

BONNIE: Harsh Care! I get it, it’s Elena, right?

CAROLINE: Listen, I’m getting tired of this, so why don’t we skip the prelude, and move on to the resolution.

BONNIE: Fine by me (takes the girls out of the cell, holds Caroline back with her powers, leaves Caroline inside).

CAROLINE: Girls! (To “Bonnie”) Please don’t hurt them, I’ll give you anything you want!

BONNIE: Not so feisty now, are we?

CAROLINE: Please, take me instead.

BONNIE: Thing is Care, I don’t need you; you are just a means to an end, collateral damage. (Leaves with the girls, who are crying hysterically).

CAROLINE: No, please, come back!! Girls!!

Cut to Mystic General. Elena walks in the room with the candles and map.

 ELENA: (To Darius) Here, will this work? Sorry, couldn’t find anything else, got them from the children’s ward (she hands him some birthday candles and a “where is Waldo” world map)

DARIUS: (Smirk) Yes, these will work.

DAMON: (To Darius) Don’t look at me, this was all her. (Elena looks confused)

DARIUS: O.K, Damon, hand me Miss Cuddles.

Darius begins the locator spell, within a few seconds he starts bleeding from his nose.

DAMON: Great, this again!

ELENA: Damon, what is happening?

DAMON: We don’t know, apparently something is affecting psychic-witches … and since Sergei isn’t here to give him his blood once he collapses, let’s see if this works (slaps Darius, he snaps out of it).

DAMON: Get anything?

DARIUS: I did… humid, cold, dark, a waterfall? And ouch, by the way! (rubs his hand on the cheek Damon slapped).

DAMON: That’s the same thing Dominick got on Care and the girls' location. Matt and his team are searching the area, they haven’t found anything…

DARIUS: That’s because it’s not on the surface or accessible to the naked eye… trust me, that’s where Bonnie is.

DAMON: O.K, Waldo, you and I will go to the site. Elena, you can meet up with Alaric at the school, O.K?

ELENA: No, I’m coming with you.

DAMON: Elena, please, listen to me, just go meet Alaric at the school and wait for our call. We don’t know what we will find there, can’t risk it, O.K?

DARIUS: I know I just met you, but I agree with Damon, it’s the safe choice.

ELENA: (With resignation) Fine, just call me as soon as you get there. (They all rush out, Damon forgets his cell).

 Cut to Alaric, Sergei, and Radka at the school.

 ALARIC: We have to warn Damon (calls his cell, no answer). He's not picking up… we need to go back to the Hospital.

 Cut to Matt and his squad at the cave entrance.

 POLICE OFFICER 2: Sheriff? Is everything O.K?

MATT: No, it isn’t… Call for back up.

Stay tuned! TVD 9x02 (part 3) coming soon! =)

[bamon4bamily]

Damon’s cell screen... Another Bamon endgame treat ;)

More Bamon love from bamon4bamily! TVD S9 fanfic: stop by, read, stay tuned, and enjoy =)

[beedomeemaw]

Night Shift

Damon convinces Bonnie to stay overnight to help with his first night with Mary

[ao3] [ff.net]

[chulip-blossoms]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11810178/1/His-Key

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6104641

To the anon who requested the Bamon prompt: Bonnie is the key to turning Damon’s humanity back on, here are the Fanfiction.net and AO3 links.