Author's Note: These aren't in any particular order, however, they will be part of a larger story that I'm in the process of plotting/writing.
The last thing Bonnie expected was for she and Damon to actually become friends, especially since, when they'd first been trapped here two months ago, she would have put money on the fact that they would end up killing each other.
Bonnie had no illusions about who or what Damon was, she would never mistake him for an angel a saint or any other paragon of goodness, but when he was asleep and not driving her crazy with his snarky one liners and cocky smirk he looked like he was almost, but not quite, at peace.
Bonnie screamed in frustration as Damon turned away from her, his signature smirk once again curving his lips; however, she couldn't keep from smiling because, even when Damon frustrated her to no end, it was nice to have someone who could match her in both wit and sarcasm.
"Don't be such a girl, Bon-Bon," Damon chastised lightly as he cupped a hand around the spider that was currently crawling across the kitchen table and let the creature climb onto his index finger, "he's just lost and trying to find his way home."
The sixth time Bonnie left she was gone for four days and Damon was sure she was never coming back until he came downstairs on the fifth morning and she was sitting on the couch; in an instant he was across the room, kneeling in front of her, his head bowed in her lap and Bonnie sighed as she let go of her resolve to remain angry, instead leaning forward to slide one hand across his back while the other carded through his hair as she silently granted Damon the forgiveness he sought.
"Damn it, Damon!" Bonnie cursed as the smell of burning pancakes filled the kitchen again, "How many times do I have to tell you to put butter on the griddle before you start cooking?"
"Pain in the ass little brothers," Damon murmured huskily against Bonnie's jaw before reluctantly stepping back and turning to face Stefan, pulling Bonnie around as well so that she was standing in front of him.
When Bonnie finally managed to break through Damon's defenses and get him to open up to her, she cast her eyes to the ceiling and sent up a mental hallelujah.
"Looks like this is the end of the line for us, Witchy," Damon said, his voice cracking with emotion as he smiled sadly and cupped Bonnie's face, pressing his forehead to hers, "it's a shame really; if this was a different life, a different time, a different universe, we could have had one hell of an epic love story."
"Okay, that's enough depressing talk for one day," Bonnie declared as she stood up, brushed the crumbs from her pants then turned the CD player up and held her hand out to Damon, "dance with me."