This is my first Bonnie Bennett fanfic... and frankly, it's about time.

"Damon Salvatore. Have we met?"

"I've met a lot of people. And you don't particularly stand out."

Kol's motives were indecipherable from that day, and to be honest, Damon had enough on his plate to be worrying about someone like Kol when someone like say… Klaus Mikaelson was running around, doing things, killing people. So this wondering was left for after midnight, when Damon's mind was empty and Elena was safe and sound in her bed, where Damon's nighttime thoughts wouldn't cost anyone's time but his own.

It was a night like this when all the pieces finally fell into place. He sat up from the bed. He was sleeping at his own house for once. He didn't know why. He just dozed off in bed beside Elena and found himself at the Salvatore Boarding House. He didn't know what had brought him home, but he wasn't necessarily uncomfortable with the arrangement.

So as he sat, putting the pieces together, a strange sort of rage dipped in relief washed over him –a feeling that he couldn't translate into any but one thought:

"That little shit."