This is super late. I know. I'm sorry! But I'm on it now! I need this now even more than I did before lol.

"I've gone and let my impulse be my guide,
And on that note I'll be defenseless
For some time..."

"It's done," Bonnie finally spoke.

Damon had been watching the little witch chant—in what he could swear was jibberish— for what felt like hours. It was unsettling to see how she could just zone out like that for so long. It was as if he wasn't even there. It unnerved him.

He wasn't used to being ignored, especially by the ladies. But Bonnie seemed to be the only exception. All he longed to do in those interminable minutes was something so drastic she'd never be able to forget his presence ever again.

"Finally. You'd think with all the power you say you have, you'd be able to do this faster and not waste my entire afternoon," Damon said with an eye roll.

Bonnie gawked at him in disbelief. "You're kidding, right? I just saved your ass from Kol, and this is my thanks?"

"Yeah, but you're the one who brought him back in the first place. If you hadn't gone all rogue-agent on us, we would have stopped you from making that mistake at all. Don't expect me to thank you for cleaning a mess you made."

His sense of self-righteousness astounded her. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

Damon let a satisfied smirk spread across his face before answering.

"Babe, you have no idea," he said with a suggestive lift of his eyebrows.

When Bonnie looked away in disgust, Damon shook off the humor that was so obviously wasted on her.

"Look, now that all the unwanted dead are gone, we need to stash your body and come up with a plan to put you back in it."

Bonnie scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Easier said than done."

"Ah, but it can be done. Otherwise, you wouldn't have done the spell to let me see you on the other side," Damon replied, picking up her petite body off the ground.

"That was me hoping. You caught me at a weak moment and I chose to hope. Didn't mean I believed it was actually possible!"

Walking towards the exit, Damon paused as he passed Bonnie. "Point is, your gut chose to trust me. Can we focus on that and move on, moody?"

Seeing as how she really had no other option, Bonnie gritted her teeth and bowed her head in concession.

Damon sighed in relief of being a granted a reprieve from her tirade and proceeded to walk out of the tunnels.

Before he walked out of the school building, Damon hoisted Bonnie's body over his shoulder in one swift move, causing Bonnie to wince in mock pain, as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. "Stefan," he said when he heard an answer on the other line. "Where is everybody?"

Bonnie stood in silence as a smile graced his face.

"Perfect," he said to Stefan before abruptly ending the call.

"Ever heard of common courtesy, Damon? As in saying 'hello' and 'good-bye' in a conversation."

"And waste time? No, thank you. We need to get your body to a safe place before somebody sees it. Now go outside and see if there are any wandering graduates around."

She hated taking orders from him, but did as he asked.

"We're clear."

"Good. Let's go."

"Wait a second. Where are we going? And what if Elena or somebody sees you carrying my body? We can't let them know, Damon. Not yet. Not until we know for sure there's nothing we can do to… undo this."

"Relax. Stefan said everybody's at the Grill. And we're going to chez Salvatore. It's the only place I can think of with enough rooms to stash you—your body, I mean," he said with a grimace. Bonnie's body was still a foreign concept for him.

"Now, I'm not so familiar with this ghost plane of yours, but how fast can you meet me at the house?"

"Five seconds."

"Good. See you there."

Bonnie shook her head at him as she closed her eyes and pictured the inside of the Salvatore living room. Remembering the girl's night she had spent there with Elena and Caroline, Bonnie smiled to herself and opened her eyes just in time to see Damon walking in through the front door. Seems they both arrived on time.

"So where are you planning on hiding… me? And don't even think about the cellar, because that place gives me the creeps."

Damon shifted her body in his arms, causing her head to rest against his shoulder.

"You know, I'm used to girls giving me suggestions on what to do with their body, but this has got to be the least enticing of them all," Damon joked.

"Trust me, Damon, you're the last person I want anywhere near my body," Bonnie shot back. "But I don't really seem to have a choice now, do I?"

Dead with little-to-no chance of coming back and this girl still wants to be in charge! Damon thought to himself as he stared at the peeved look on her face. Time for a lesson in authority, little girl.

"You're right, Bonnie. You don't have a choice."

This said, he walked swiftly past her and up the stairs, leaving her to trail after him.

"Wait, where are you going? Damon! Answer me, damn it!"

"Your little act of showing off you're the strongest, badass witch in town just cost you your life. Exhibit A in the Bonnie Bennett's Failures Museum, but you still seem to think you know what's best. You still want to be in charge in all of this," Damon said as he walked into his room.

"Why are we in your room?" Bonnie asked, wary of where this was going.

"Now that we've seen that you don't always know what's best, we're going to do things my way. And since you seem to want to challenge everything I say or do, I'm going to have to teach you how to relinquish control. Lesson one," he said before unceremoniously dropping her body onto his bed.

"Whoa!" Bonnie exclaimed, watching her body bounce a little before it settled. "No way am I going to be in your bed!"

Damon lifted a finger as he corrected her. "Technically you're on my bed. But it doesn't really matter, because either way you're staying."

Bonnie crossed her arms and scoffed. "No. I'm not."

Spreading his arms in surrender, he relented. "Fine. You win. If you don't want this, go ahead. Take your body where you want."

Realizing his point, Bonnie's arms dropped to her sides in defeat.

"Oh, that's right," Damon spoke as if he was just realizing what had occurred to her. "You can't. Because you're dead."

Bonnie shook her head in contempt. "Couldn't you have chosen any other way to prove you're in charge?"

"Oh, I could have," Damon nodded in agreement. "But it's so much more fun watching you squirm knowing you're in my bed."

"Technically, I'm on it," she threw his words back at him, loving the distinction he had made.

But Damon only smiled. "Whatever you say, Bonnie."

His smile was so pleased at having her play into his hands so easily. Bonnie wanted to smack it right off his face. But that smile was also so Damon that it was hard to stay mad. Things were going to change for her now, but she knew that Damon wouldn't.

He'd still be older, sexy, danger guy, who just happened to make a career of getting under her skin.

"Bonnie," came a voice from the doorway. "What's going on here?"

"Jeremy…" Bonnie turned at the sound of his voice.

Rushing up to him, Bonnie couldn't hold in the joyous laughter that bubbled out of her at the sight of him. "It worked! You're alive!"

Just as quickly, a frown marred her brow as she turned to Damon, who had moved to stand between her and the bed, blocking Jeremy's view of her body. "It did work, didn't it? You can see him, too?"

Damon stared intently between the two as he reassured her. "Yeah, I see him. That's got to be some magic you did there, Bonnie."

"That's what I came looking for you for," Jeremy said. "Elena, Alaric, and I were at the cemetery paying our respects to our parents and Jenna when all of the sudden, Alaric disappeared. But I was still there. So I came wondering whether you dropped the veil back in place… but then how would I still be here?"

Jeremy seemed thoroughly confused. Bonnie bit her lip in indecision as she contemplated just how much of the truth she should give him.

"Might as well tell him, Bonnie," Damon's voice interrupted her thoughts. "He's like a cat chasing a mouse with you. He won't just leave you alone. He might as well know."

Bonnie turned her head from Damon to Jeremy as she took a deep breath and explained. "I did a spell. The power of expression let me bend laws of nature by bringing you back."

"Tell him the rest of it," Damon growled.

Bonnie turned to glare at him, but in answer Damon stepped away from Jeremy's view of the bed and her body lying on it.

"Bonnie…" Jeremy whispered, trying to wrap his mind around what he was seeing.

With another deep breath, and a mental curse aimed at Damon, Bonnie spoke. "Nature decided to pay me back for breaking its rules. And… I died," she finished with a casual shrug, when she felt anything but.

"You're telling me you're dead… and I can see you because of my old abilities?" Jeremy asked trying to comprehend their lives all over again.

"Pretty much."

Bonnie saw the anger take over as Jeremy continued. "You just died to bring me back to life and you're really going to just stand there and act like it's no big deal?"

"No, we're going to do something about it," Damon interrupted, having had his fill of teenage angst.

"So there's a way to bring you back?" Jeremy asked, hope relaxing his features.

"No!" Bonnie yelled glaring at Damon for getting his hopes up. Jeremy had been through enough of an emotional rollercoaster in his life with people dying and coming back just to die again. He didn't need false hope this time.

But as she turned back to look at him again, Bonnie couldn't kill that sliver of hope he was holding on to.

"I mean… we're going to try. We'll see if there is a way without consequences, but it's not a sure thing, Jeremy. I don't want you to get your hopes up in case this doesn't work out."

"Wait, if you're dead, how can Damon see you?" Jeremy asked, confused about how the Salvatore brother played into all this.

This was the part that still confused her. Why did she do the spell so that of all people, only Damon could see her? Why did her gut trust Damon when her logic told her he wasn't worth it?

"When I was dropping the veil back, I did a spell connecting myself to him so that we could work together and try to see if there was a way back. It's temporary, Jer. It's just a stupid symbol of hope."

"And of all people, you chose Damon to be your hope?" he exclaimed.

Bonnie pursed her lips. She didn't understand it herself to explain it to him.

After a few moments of silence, Jeremy nodded, slowly starting to understand her predicament. "So what do I tell Elena?"

"Nothing!" Bonnie and Damon yelled in sync.

"You're going to go to Elena," Damon commanded, walking up to him, "tell her Bonnie found a way to bring you back to life, but then her mom came and surprised her with an idea of a post-graduation road trip, so she took off! Then you're going to strongly suggest you both go back to the Gilbert lake house for much needed sibling bonding time, while Bonnie and I find a way to undo what she's done."

"How do you plan on doing that?"

"Well, now that she's dead, she can reach out to her witchy ancestors. One of them has got to know how to fix this."

"They're not going to tell me how to come back from the dead. Witches don't believe in upsetting the balance of nature! They'll just tell me I got what I deserved," Bonnie said, sad and just a little angry with herself.

"You know what, Bonnie? You don't really have a choice right now. You have to at least try," Damon insisted. "And you, Jeremy, have to keep Elena distracted until we find a way."

A muffled ring of a cell phone went off. Jeremy ignored it as Damon pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the caller. "You really think she's going to buy that crap story?"

"I guess we're about to find out," Damon said as he answered his phone. "Hey, Elena."

Bonnie listened to Damon's side of the conversation, her body tense while waiting to hear Elena's reaction.

"Yeah, I know. Bonnie dropped the veil back in place… I guess she did another spell or something. She is a strong girl to have on your side." Damon looked at her as he said this, drawing a sad smile from Bonnie. Yeah, she was strong, but not strong enough to stay alive as she saved her friends.

"No, I don't know where she is," Damon said. Bonnie watched as his shoulders tensed as hers had. "Maybe Jeremy knows. Hold on. Here's here. Ask him yourself."

Damon held out the phone to Jeremy with a pointed look that said you know what to do. Bonnie could tell Jeremy was hesitant to lie about something so big to Elena but she nodded reassuringly at him to make this easier. This is for the best, Jeremy.

Jeremy sighed and answered the phone. "Hey, Elena… Yeah… yeah, I just saw Bonnie a few minutes ago. She did a spell before she dropped the veil back in place and it somehow brought me back… Yeah, she's amazing," he answered Elena.

Never breaking eye contact he continued hesitantly. "Bonnie's… she's…"

"Off visiting distant relatives with her mommy," Damon interjected in a whisper.

Bonnie shook her head at his bad pun, but nodded at Jeremy, hoping he could pull this off.

"Her mom surprised her by showing up and offering to take her on a road trip. Bonnie said they needed some bonding time… so they took off. I don't know when she'll be back," he ended softly.

Bonnie sighed in relief, thankful that he had done it, but sad that he had to.

"Yeah, I'll let her know if I talk to her. But hey, listen… I was thinking we could go to the lake house for a few weeks. Just you and me… I miss us being a family."

"Yeah? Okay, I'll meet you here in a few minutes. You can pack your things and we'll be on our way."

Bonnie balked as Jeremy hung up the phone. "Wait, she's coming here?!"

"Well, yeah," Jeremy said, not seeing the big deal. "She needs to get her things if I'm going to keep her away long enough."

Turning to Damon, she tried to make him understand. "Damon, she cannot come in here! She can't see me like… that," she said pointing to her body on his bed.

"Why is your body in his bed anyway?" Jeremy asked, jealousy rearing its ugly head unreasonably. This was Damon. The only girl he had eyes for was his sister. Which was another visual he didn't need.

"Relax," Damon said striding to his closet. "I've got it under control."

Bonnie and Jeremy watched as Damon packed the duffel full of Elena's belongings in a blur of his vampire speed. Before they could comprehend what was going on, he was done. Just in time, as they all heard Elena enter the house at that exact same moment.

Damon and Jeremy bolted out of the room to head her off downstairs.

"So Jeremy tells me you've decided on a little brother-sister bonding time. Cute, but wouldn't you much rather be bonding with me?" Damon asked with a suggestive lift of his eyebrow as he approached her.

"Damon…" Elena said sadly. Realizing that now that the sire bond was broken and her humanity was back, along with her tumultuous feelings for the Salvatore brothers, she had to decide how she really felt about both of them. But this time with Jeremy was equally important.

"I have to go with Jeremy right now. We need time to just be a family. I know I'm leaving you and Stefan a little confused, but I don't know what to do right now… I need to clear my head. And I need Jeremy to help me get my life back in order before I bring you or Stefan into it."

Damon nodded, no longer in a hurry for her decision. "I get it, Elena," he said lightly. "Go. Go hang out with your brother. I'll still be here when you get back. I'm not going anywhere."

Bonnie watched from the stairs as Elena lifted her hand to his cheek in affection. She wondered if her friend knew how irrevocably she was in love with both brothers. Bonnie wasn't psychic, but she knew Elena was on the precipice of breaking one of the brothers to the point or no return. And it wouldn't be pretty.

Elena sighed, completely unaware of her friend looking on. Kissing his cheek in the spur of the moment, Elena swiftly walked to the door.

Jeremy held open the door as Elena walked out, reluctant to leave. With one last look at Bonnie, he gritted his teeth and strode out, leaving the girl who saved him with the man he didn't even trust with his sister.

Damon and Bonnie stood staring at the closed door, apprehension weighing heavily on both of them. Damon was the first to shake himself out of it as he turned to look up at Bonnie.

Studying her with those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see more of her than she was willing to share, Damon spoke the words she dreaded.

"It's just you and me now, Bonnie."

This can't end well…

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