Author's note:

So this is my first time writing for this fandom and I am a little nervous. It is completely AU so ignore everything from canon because I am going to be making up my own stuff.

This is a Bonnie-centric story that will feature a Damon/Bonnie pairing.

I will borrow elements from the show, but they won't necessarily be featured in the same way.

Finally, this story does not follow or take place in any existing timeline on the actual show. But the Salvatores have been back in Mystic Falls for a while when the story starts.

If any of this is not to your liking, you may want to click the 'Back' button now. Otherwise, keep reading. Thanks for giving my little fic a chance!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Any familiar characters or recognisable dialogue is the property of the CW. No copyright infringement is intended.

1

SOMETHING'S COMING

It was Friday night and Mystic Grill was packed. Tucked away at a booth near the back, Bonnie sat on her own finishing her supper. She ignored the pair of eyes presently burning a hole in her head, knowing they could only belong to one person. But she was in no mood to deal with Damon Salvatore tonight.

She had not seen him since they returned from their disastrous road trip the previous weekend. Bonnie still didn't know how to feel about what had happened, so now that another crisis had been averted, she decided it was best if she just steered clear of the vampire.

Still, it had been weighing on her all week. The young witch couldn't help but feel that the events of that weekend were only the beginning. Her instincts were fairly screaming at her that something was about to shift. Something was coming. And she had no idea if she was prepared for it.

"You want a refill?"

Matt's voice snapped her out of her musings. He gestured to her empty glass. She was surprised she hadn't even noticed him approach her table.

"I'm good thanks," She gave him a small smile but it didn't reach her eyes. Bonnie played idly with her discarded straw paper. "I think I'm gonna get out of here though."

"Sure, I'll bring the cheque," Matt paused and gave her an assessing look. "Bon, are you okay? You looked pretty deep in thought when I came over here."

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she was fine, but she stopped herself. She and Matt had grown up together; they were practically family. And he knew her well enough to tell when something was up.

"I may have a few things on my mind," She admitted. "It's just been a really long week."

Matt didn't look entirely convinced, but he didn't push.

"Don't you get off soon?" Bonnie asked suddenly.

"Way to change the subject, Bon." He sounded vaguely amused by her obvious attempt to get the attention off of her.

She glared at him playfully.

"I'm only asking because I know your truck's in the shop and I was going to offer you a ride. But hey, you can always hitch with Chad and his sex mobile."

Matt visibly shuddered at the thought of the promiscuous bar tender that had a certain way with the ladies.

"No way! That would be a health code violation. I don't even want to think about what's been left on those seats!"

"Oh gross!" Bonnie made a face.

"Hey! You brought it up. But I'll take you up on that ride. I get to punch out in ten."

Bonnie nodded in agreement and watched him head back towards the bar, chuckling to himself as he muttered 'sex mobile'.

In the next moment, she realized her mistake when her gaze met with a pair of cerulean orbs. She kept her expression carefully neutral and then casually looked away, hoping he'd take the hint.

He didn't.

"Don't pretend you didn't see me just now, Judgey," Damon suddenly dropped into the seat opposite her. "You looked right at me."

"I'm not pretending anything. I'm ignoring you," She said coldly. Her eyes were directed at his face but she didn't really see him. Didn't really want to see him.

Then she added, "I would think you could tell when you aren't wanted. You've certainly had enough experience."

This last part came out a little crueller than she had intended. Damon looked taken aback by the sudden venom in her words and a look of hurt flashed briefly in his eyes. But the expression was gone almost as quickly as it came, and the mask dropped into place.

"Would you like to tell me the reason for this sudden hostility?" Damon spoke through his teeth.

"It's not sudden."

"True," He admitted. "But given recent events, I thought we were calling a truce." She didn't like the way Damon was looking at her. As if he was trying to peer into her soul. "So why do you hate me again today?"

Bonnie looked incredulous. She was suddenly furious with him. Couldn't believe he would sit here with her, asking that, as if he'd never done anything wrong.

"Why do I hate you?" Bonnie practically sputtered; her coldness exploding into a burst of heated outrage. "There are too many reasons to count! Let's start with the way you used Caroline. You nearly destroyed her just so you could mess with your brother and Elena. And then there's the small matter of you trying to kill me."

"Are you ever going to stop throwing that in my face?" Damon sounded bored. "It was a year ago. And you're missing the main point. Which is I didn't kill you. I could have; if I wanted to. But I didn't. And I don't. Does that not count for anything?"

"Oh please! Your act only works on an audience, Damon. And Elena isn't here. So cut the bullshit. If Stefan hadn't been there, you would have left me for dead without a second thought. I'm alive because of Stefan."

"That's right, it's always Stefan. He's the saint and I'm the sinner," He spat the words out like nails and didn't even bother to mask the bitter resentment in his voice. But Bonnie was unmoved.

"You sound like a whiny brat," She said bluntly, refusing to cater to his pity party.

"Me! You're the one being childish! You're sitting here pouting over a little blood."

If looks could kill, a certain vampire would be six feet under. Or doing his best impression of a flaming torch. But Damon steam rolled on.

"Tell me, Bon-bon," He snapped, what little patience he had was officially spent. "If you are that angry with me, if you hate me so much, then why did you do it? Why did you break your one rule to save my life?"

That brought her up short. Her mouth opened as if she would respond, but she didn't have an answer. Why had she done it? Yes, Damon would have suffered if she hadn't. But at least she wouldn't have abandoned her morals. And that's what bothered her the most. The fact that she'd done that for Damon Salvatore, of all people, made it ten times worse. And of course, being Damon, he wasn't going to miss out on the opportunity to throw that in her face.

"Is everything okay?"

Bonnie had never been more grateful for Matt's timely appearance. He took a protective step towards his friend when he saw who was with her, not sure what he had just interrupted. Damon inwardly scoffed. As if the blonde jock would ever stand a chance against him.

The young witch immediately got to her feet.

"Everything's fine," She responded quickly, paying no more mind to the vampire. "You ready to go?"

Damon couldn't help but feel a little offended at her obvious eagerness to get away from him.

"I would think you could tell when you aren't wanted. You've certainly had enough experience."

Her earlier words echoed in his head. He'd be lying if he said that hadn't stung. But he and Bonnie were similar that way, always knowing exactly which buttons to push. For once though, Damon hadn't actually come over with the intention of antagonising her. But, judgey little witch that she was, Bonnie just had a way of getting under his skin. He would never admit it, but he secretly enjoyed their verbal sparring. She was the only one who could go toe-to-toe with him, and give back as good as she got.

He watched as Matt and Bonnie disappeared through the Grill's exit, the scent of Jasmine, Bonnie's scent, growing fainter. The vampire huffed.

"Damn Judgey didn't even say goodbye."

Looking for a distraction, he noticed a buxom brunette eyeing him from the bar. Damon smirked.

Dinner time.

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"So what was that about?"

They had been driving for about ten minutes. Bonnie took the left turn that would get them on the road to Matt's house. He lived on the east side of Mystic Woods so there was a slightly deserted stretch of road before they reached the suburb.

"Damon was just being...well, Damon," She brushed it off.

Matt arched an eyebrow at that. It was no secret that Bonnie and Damon couldn't stand each other, and their bickering wasn't unusual. But that didn't account for the weird tension he had sensed when he found the two of them earlier. It also hadn't escaped Matt's notice that the elder Salvatore had been watching Bonnie from almost the moment he entered the Grill.

"Bon, did something..."

He never got to finish his question. Just then the engine of Bonnie's Prius made a very discouraging sound and started to sputter.

"What the hell?" They were losing speed and Bonnie was forced to guide the dying car to the shoulder of the road. She tried to start the engine again. Nothing. Not even that tell-tale hissing sound. And her head lights were no longer working either.

"This is turning into some night, huh?" Matt offered her a lopsided smile. They both got out of the car and Matt popped the hood to see what the problem was.

"Well, this is weird."

"What?" Bonnie said, a little distractedly as she looked over the surrounding landscape. She had the oddest feeling; a prickly sensation at the back of her neck. She felt like they were being watched.

"The engine is fine. I mean, everything is in working order. There's no reason why it should have failed like this."

At Matt's words, her sense of foreboding only grew. Her witchy senses were tingling and Bonnie knew by now to trust her instincts. Nothing about this picture was right and the weight that had settled in her belly was quickly spiralling up into a throbbing of dread.

"Matt, get back in the car."

"Bonnie, what..."

"Now! Just get inside."

"I'm afraid it's a little late for that."

Bonnie didn't even have time to respond. The stranger seemed to materialise out of thin air behind them. She uttered an incantation and Bonnie watched in horror as Matt dropped to the ground, hitting his head on the edge of the side mirror as he went down.

She tried to go to him but found her limbs were frozen in place, as though they had been glued to the earth.

"What did you do to him?!" She cried angrily.

"Don't worry, Miss Bennett. It's just a simple sleeping spell. He'll come round in a few hours. Now try not to struggle too much, you'll only make it harder on yourself."

Before Bonnie could utter another word she felt a terrible pressure inside her head, as though the very walls of her mind were being hammered on by an anvil. The last thought she had was whether this is what Damon felt every time she gave him an aneurysm.

And then the world faded to black.

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24 hours later

Well this was a turn up for the books, Damon thought.

So the little witch had been kidnapped.

Served her right for ditching him. For a moment Damon enjoyed being petty. He sipped his bourbon, a bored expression on his face as he listened to Stefan, Elena and Caroline continue to talk in circles.

Two hours earlier, Elena and Caroline had burst into the boarding house, frantic with worry since they received a phone call from Matt. He and Bonnie had been attacked the night before, and now Bonnie was missing.

"It's going to be okay, Elena," Stefan spoke reassuringly. "Bonnie is one of the strongest people I know. And we're going to do whatever we can to find her. I promise."

The pretty brunette looked up at him gratefully from beneath her lashes.

"Thank you, Stefan," She took his hand in her own, intertwining her fingers with his. "That means so much to me."

Stefan gave her a reassuring smile and then not so subtly extracted his hand from hers. Elena's expression fell slightly at this. Something that wasn't lost on Damon, who had been watching the exchange. The frown on his face deepened.

When his brother made the decision to walk away and broke up with Elena, no-one had been more surprised than Damon. That had been a month ago.

Elena hadn't exactly fallen into his arms, but Damon knew she was close to giving in. They had already kissed, twice, and she had finally admitted to having feelings for him.

So it was more than a little annoying to see the sometimes soulful looks she gave Stefan, or the hand that lingered on his arm a little too long to be purely friendly.

Damon drained his glass and ignored the tic in his jaw.

He would wait her out. Elena had been blind-sighted when Stefan took the choice out of her hands. She just needed some time and then she would come to him. Damon would get his girl this time, and then maybe that hole in his heart would finally knit itself back together again.

"Does Sheila know?" He finally decided to enter the discussion.

"Matt was at Bonnie's house when he called Caroline," Elena told him. "Her Grams was trying to perform a locater spell. But whoever took Bonnie knew how to block it."

"Definitely another witch then," Damon mused. "Did Matt happen to say what this witch looked like? Did she have any kind of distinguishing tattoo or mark?"

"What are you getting at Damon?" Stefan eyed his brother curiously.

"Bonnie and I had a run-in of our own recently, with four warlocks. And they all had this same weird mark, like a tattoo, on their neck. If someone took out three of your friends, you might want a little payback."

"Bonnie did WHAT?!"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't you mention this before?"

Caroline, Elena and Stefan all spoke at once.

"One at a time children," Damon grimaced at the cacophony of noise that assaulted his sensitive hearing.

"First of all, they attacked us. Bonnie acted in self-defence," She had saved his life. But Damon decided he didn't need to mention that detail. "I didn't tell you because it was council business, and Bonnie didn't want to worry anyone. I respected her decision." Damon ignored the looks of surprise on two faces when he said this. "And I didn't mention it before, because it wasn't relevant. Until now."

He and Bonnie had wordlessly agreed not to mention exactly what had happened that weekend. As far as she was concerned, the whole business was over with so there was no need to bring it up. Damon knew that wasn't the only reason she wanted to keep things quiet, but oddly enough, he found himself willing to keep her confidence. The witch did save his life. He owed her.

Besides, he didn't feel like the inevitable lecture he would get from Stefan and Elena, in turn, if they found out. Even if what happened wasn't remotely his fault, and Bonnie had volunteered of her own free will to go through with it.

Stefan looked at him sceptically, like he suspected there were a few key details his brother was leaving out. But Elena was the first to respond.

"I guess I can understand that. But you know you can always talk to me. You can trust me," She told him sweetly. Damon's expression softened as he looked at her, something uncharacteristically tender entering his gaze.

"I know," He murmured softly.

Stefan looked away uncomfortably and Caroline rolled her eyes. Fortunately, the awkward silence was broken by the blonde's mobile ringing. Caroline frowned at the strange number flashing on the screen, and hesitantly pressed accept.

"Hello?" She said cautiously.

In the next moment Damon was sure his ear drums had shattered as the former cheerleader let out a piercing shriek before,

"Oh My GOD! Bonnie?! Is that you?"

TBC

AN 2: So that's the first chapter! If there's interest I'll continue. And rest assured Bamon fans, this is NOT going to be a Bonnie/Damon/Elena triangle fic. Miss Gilbert will soon fade into the background. Thanks for reading! Feedback is most welcome.