This story is based off the hangover just with my own spin, and just to let you know, Jo is not pregnant in this two part fic. Hope you enjoy =)

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She could tell that the sun was shining brightly before she even opened her eyes. She just hadn't expected to wake up on the roof of the Salvatore Boarding house, with a blue eyed vampire lying on her stomach.

The blood curling scream that escaped Bonnie Bennett's lips didn't aid the pain in her skull, but it sent Damon Salvatore straight off the roof and against the pavement. If he were human he would have died on impact.

"Ow!" He yelled, and she immediately looked down, hoping he was alright. An instant wave of nausea passed through her, causing her to lie back down before the contents in her stomach made it rain all over the ground.

"Bonnie, what the hell?" Damon struggled to stand up, not sure what the hell just happened, and why he was on the ground.

"I'm sorry!" she yelled down, but didn't move from her position. A little fact about Bonnie that only a select few people knew was that she was terrified of heights. She may have been a witch and associated herself with vampires, but that didn't mean shit when it came to falling to her death.

"Tell me you know how we got up there?!"

That was one question Bonnie couldn't answer. Not only could she not remember how she got on the roof, but she couldn't recall anything after taking a shot she made for everyone at Jo and Alaric's joint bachelor/bachelorette party. The concoction was only supposed to loosen them, and give a very low tolerance to the vampires. It wasn't supposed to result in memory loss.

When she finally zoned back in, she realized that Damon had been calling out to her.

"Are you going to come down?"

She shook her head. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Because she sure as hell wasn't about to jump.

"Just jump… I'll catch you."

She may have trusted Damon with her life now, but this was too much. This was on a whole different level.

"I know you're afraid of heights, but I promise I'll catch you." He said, outstretching his arms. "If I don't, you can give me your witchy migraines for a year."

"That's not very comforting!" She snapped, but began to slowly sit up and scoot towards the edge. And before she decided to put all her cards on the table and jump, she thought of something.

"Bon Bon, I'm not getting any younger."

"Hold on!"

She concentrated within herself, and began mumbling an incantation. Slowly, but surely she began to float towards the ground. Unfortunately, her magic must have been on the fritz because of how she was feeling, because half way down, it stopped working.

Thank God for Damon catching her, because she was still high enough to hurt herself if she hit the pavement.

"See, I told you I'd catch you."

Had his voice always held a husky undertone to it? Bonnie wondered as her eyes connected with his. The look he was giving her made a flash of heat course through her body and she wanted to rest her forehead on his. She was definitely prepared to blame the feeling on the dilemma they were currently in, but her stomach decided to play tricks on her.

One minute she was in his arms, and the next she was kneeling on the ground, upchucking all over his shoes.

Damon's face turned up in disgust. If this were anyone else he would have had a fit, and he was about ten seconds away from doing so anyways, but instead, he decided to bend down and help her up.

"Let's get inside."

The boarding house was absolutely trashed, and if Damon was subjected to heart attacks, he would have had three by now. All of the furniture was turned over, the logs were out of the fireplace, all his booze was not in their right places, and there was ketchup, mustard, and other items all over his walls. As he tried his best to ignore it and head to the kitchen to get Bonnie some water and medicine, he had to really brace himself for a moment. The kitchen was just as bad.

What the fuck happened last night?

As he watched Bonnie and made sure she drank all the water with the two pills he gave her, he tried his best not to be pissed. The cleaning he would have to do to make sure this place was spotless again was going to take all day.

The sound of his best friend coughing broke him out of his thoughts.

"Are you okay?" He asked, bending down in front of her. "Do you need to go up to my room and lay down?"

She shook her head. "Thanks, but the sooner we find everyone, the sooner we can figure out what's going on."

He admired Bonnie. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell that she was increasingly weak right now, but of course she wouldn't slow down until they had an answer. And that made him think; what did they do last night that left him alone with her on his roof? And where had everyone else been?

The moment Bonnie stood up and went to search for her bag, she walked passed a mirror, and had to do a double take.

What. The. Hell. Was. She. Wearing?

The leather jacket was the only thing that held a bit of normalcy too it, but the high waisted shorts that showed a part of her ass cheeks and the black bustier top, that showed a good chunk of her stomach, was nowhere near how she dressed. She didn't even remember wearing this outfit when she came to boarding house yesterday.

"Why didn't you tell me I was wearing this?"

Damon looked over at the little witch and had to do a double take. He didn't even pay attention at how she was dressed until she pointed it out. And damn did he regret it. Bonnie was a hot, that wasn't any news. She was almost as hot as him, and he's noticed that, but seeing her barely clothed and the way that outfit clung to her curves, made his gums throb. He wanted to remove the jacket she was wearing and….

"Damon!" she shrieked, and held her jacket closer to her frame. "Eyes on mine. Don't look anywhere lower than my face!"

"You practically told me to look at you. I can't help that it's hard to look away now."

"Just help me find my phone."

When she found her bag, she only bent down for two seconds before Damon's whistling stopped her.

"Nice ass, judgey." And damn, it was a nice ass. He had never gotten the pleasure of sneaking a peak while she was in the shower in the prison world, because he was trying to be an upstanding person towards her, but now that it was practically presented in his face, he couldn't help but appreciate the view and think of a few not very pg13 ideas concerning said ass.

Bonnie tried giving him an aneurysm, but her magic was definitely on the fritz, so she opted for throwing a broken chair at his head.

He caught it with no problem.

"Do you have your phone?" She asked when she couldn't find hers.

He felt around in his pants. "That would be a no." And he didn't have a landline anymore either.

"I guess I'll have to try a locator spell." Even though her head still hurt like shit, and her powers were having a defect. Most likely it wouldn't work, but at least she could try.

Grabbing one of his candles, and lighting it with a match, she began chanting in a different language. There was a time when she would need blood or an item from the person they were looking for to perform a locator spell, Bonnie had grown so well into her magic that all she had to do was think of the person, perform a little hocus pocus, and their location would appear. It probably would have been ten times easier right now if she did have their blood though.

"You really think that's going to work when you can barely give me one of your little witchy migraines?" She gave him a look, and he held up his hand in defeat. "Not that I'm complaining."

When she finished, she said, "Caroline and Stefan are still in the house. I was only able to get a read on them."

Damon rolled his eyes and smirked. "Well I'm sure I know what they're doing."

"I don't know. From what I got, Stefan's in the basement and Caroline is in one of the rooms upstairs."

When she proceeded to walk upstairs, she got a little light headed, and Damon sped up behind her. "You really need to take it easy. No more spells, we'll figure out where everyone else is the normal way."

She provided him a soft smile, but still moved away from his touch. Yes, she and Damon had grown insanely close since their time in 1994, but she really didn't know why the hell she felt like she wanted to jump her best friend's boyfriend at the moment.

"I'll go find Caroline."

"And I'll check on my animal eating brother."

The moment Bonnie found Caroline asleep in Stefan's empty bathtub and woke her up, Caroline's scream filled the house.

Somehow during last night, Caroline chopped off her hair into a bob style. It was actually pretty cute, Bonnie thought, but she knew that Caroline would probably inflict bodily harm if she said anything about it.

"Bonnie, what the hell is going on? Where am I?"

"Your guess is as good as mine and you're in Stefan's bath tub."

She knew her friend was freaked out, but she really wished she would keep her voice down.

"My hair! It's…?" She held up the thick strands that were no longer attached to her head. "This is a dream… I'm dreaming right? Because the last thing I remember is being at Jo and Alaric's party and now I'm waking up with practically no hair."

"Care…it's actually pretty cu—" Bonnie didn't even finish her sentence before Caroline gave her a death glare. Yeah, she should have kept her mouth shut. "So, you um… you don't remember anything else… at all?"

Caroline tried thinking for a moment. "I remember you making us shots so we could all feel the effects, but that's it… that's the last thing I remember."

Bonnie took a breath of frustration. Great, maybe she should have researched if there would be any consequences.

Downstairs in the basement, Damon had every intention to check on his brother, but his insatiable hunger made him step over Stefan's unconscious body and inhale two blood bags. He didn't realize how much his energy level was down until he stepped into the basement and the blood hit his nose. And the moment Bonnie and Caroline stepped inside, he had a very quick craving for witch blood. Bonnie's blood.

"Ugh, really Damon!" Caroline immediately bent down towards Stefan and tried waking him up. Even though the blonde vampire essentially came down to the basement to over indulge in blood bags, she had to put a halt to her mission when she noticed Stefan unconscious on the floor, with his shirt off none the less. And Damon sure as hell wasn't doing anything about it.

Selfish Bastard.

Bonnie bent down as well and grabbed Caroline's arm gently. The veins that appeared around Caroline's quickly went away. It wasn't because she was being some type of possessive control freak, but she was starving, and witch's blood was like a vampire's kryptonite.

Caroline immediately zoomed over to a blood bag and ripped it open with her fangs, drinking every last drop. She did not want to hurt her best friend.

Bonnie took over for her and began to shake Stefan awake.

"Stefan…. Stefan… wake up…"

His eyes shot open and he sat up so quickly and took a large intake of breath, it almost knocked Bonnie on her back.

It took a minute for the disorientation in his head to subside, and that's when he noticed Bonnie, Caroline, and Damon in the room. The smell of blood made his fangs lengthen, and he was between the other two vampires instantly, taking greedily from a blood bag.

"What the hell is going on?"

Bonnie twitched a little at the question. She definitely needed to get prepared in hearing it more often today. As she watched her friends practically inhale all of that blood, she knew she needed to get away from them before they decided to tap open one of her veins. Her powers may have been playing hide n seek right now, but she would form up enough energy to cause bodily harm if needed.

"I'm going to go upstairs why you finish. Damon will fill you in."

As she began walking upstairs out of the basement, she heard Damon's voice. "Dude are you wearing tweety bird boxers?"

A small smile formed on her lips.

Stepping outside of the boarding house, she took a deep breath. Gratefully, her headache was easing up a bit, but she was still frustrated on her and the other's short term memory loss. And then she was worried about everyone else. Elena, Jeremy, Tyler, Matt, Alaric, and Jo. She had no idea where they were.

Oh, and Enzo too.

Right before she was about to head back inside to try another locator spell, someone groaning filled her ears.

She followed the sound all the way to its destination, where she found Matt slowly waking up in Damon's Camaro. You would have thought she had vampire speed with how quick she was at his side.

"Matt! Matt, are you alright?"

When he finally came too, his eyes locked on hers, and he tried easing the tension out of his neck. "Bons? What the hell happened?"

Twitch.

Before she could answer him, Damon's voice bellowed through the air.

"Are you kidding me? What hell are you doing in my car?" He yelled, giving Matt death eyes.

His voice may have been a little too loud for Matt, because he was now throwing up, only a few inches away from another pile of vomit he released.

Damon flipped a gasket, and somewhere between all the threats he let Matt know that he had a drawing of a dick on his face.

This was definitely going to be a long day.

They found Elena asleep on the bar in The Mystic Grille, Enzo was in the storage closet, and Tyler was outside in the dumpster.

Neither of them had any idea how they got there, and they were all happy it was closed due to renovations.

And the famous question that made Bonnie twitch even more came into play as soon as each and every one of them woke up: What the hell is going on?

Well, Enzo's was more of a mumble, because he was still going in and out of consciousness, and none of them really knew why that was, since every other vampire was just having a blood craving addiction upon waking up.

Elena had a tongue piercing that she didn't remember getting, and Damon made some sexual joke that no one wanted hear. Bonnie didn't know why she got even more annoyed with that, but tried her best to ignore it.

Apparently, Tyler had a piercing too, and everyone tried their best not to stare below his waist when they found out. Well, except Caroline and Bonnie who were taking peaks, wondering if they could acquire x-ray vision for a few minutes.

When they arrived back at the boarding house, Alaric was pulling up in a cop car. Come to find out, he spent the night in jail, after he went streaking through the town. It was the police who had to inform him, because he sure as hell didn't remember any of it.

Jeremy was the next person to make his grand entrance. He woke up in the woods behind the boarding house, with half of his head shaved.

"Well don't you look ugly." Were the first words out of Damon's mouth, causing a now awake Enzo to burst out in laughter.

And about two hours later, and another failed attempt at locating Jo, the supernaturals and humans were feeling a lot better. Of course with Jo still on the brain. Each of them took a spare bedroom in the boardinghouse to freshen up, and Bonnie could finally say her magic was fully returning.

The only problem was that she still couldn't find Jo with the locator spell, so she was ready to make the ingredients for the spell, so they could get their memory back and hopefully find her.

As soon as she was about to open the door, Damon beat her too it and walked in, closing the door behind him.

"I hope you're decent."

"Well good thing I was since you don't know how to knock." She crossed her arms.

He looked her up and down and almost lost his train of thought. Even though she was wearing the clothes from earlier, her jeans and t-shirt were hugging all the right places, and he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Yeah, he was blaming this all on her witchy potion drink she made.

"What do you want? I'm about to get our memories back."

"Spell the room."

"What?" she asked confused.

"I think you should spell the room for what I have to say."

She knew when he was being serious and something concerned him, so she waved her hand out and the room was spelled from prying ears. "Damon, what's going on?"

He lifted up the arm of his shirt sleeve, and what she saw on his bicep made her eyes widen and her knees grow weak.

"Please tell me that's just marker like Matt's dick face?"

Damon would have laughed, but he refrained.

"Trust me, it's not."

On Damon's bicep was a tattoo that read: Bon Bon.

She began to feel sick, and instantly checked if she had one. Low and behold there was a tattoo that read: Damon S. on her waist, so low, Damon was about to get a full frontal view of her va-jay jay.

"Oh. My. God!"

Damon smirked. He wasn't going to say it out loud, but his name on her skin actually looked… good.

"We need to go get these removed. Now."

She walked ahead of him and he stopped her. "We can figure this out later, everyone is downstairs waiting.

"But what if someone sees? How am I going to explain to Elena that I have her boyfriend's name tattooed right near my p…?"

He cut her off because if the word pussy escaped her lips, he would probably betray his girlfriend, especially when as soon as he entered the room Bonnie was staying in, her scent made his fangs want to lengthen.

"No one will see it. Right after we figure out what's going on, we'll get them removed."

Before she un-spelled the room, her eyes widened again. "What if we…? She paused hoping he'd get the picture, but he obviously didn't. "You know, if we…? What if…?"

"How old are you really, Bon-Bon. The word is sex. You're asking if we fucked?" A wave of heat attacked her core. "I may have lost my memory, but I'd be able to smell your womanly scent on my dick…" He paused for a moment, when her scent attacked his nose. "Like that time in 1994 when I caught you pleasuring yourself."

Bonnie gave him an aneurysm and walked out. They may have been close and could talk and joke about almost anything now, but not this. Not now with the way she was feeling.

Downstairs, Bonnie dropped in the last ingredient and began to stir.

"Bons, are you saying that you have nothing to show for last night? I have the hair cut, which I'm starting to get use to by the way. Elena has a ring in her tongue, Tyler has a ring in his dick, Matt has a dick on his face, Jeremy has a shaven head, and Stefan was wearing tweety bird boxers."

"I woke up on a roof. I think that's more than enough." She tried to concentrate and not think of Damon's name on her skin.

"Yeah, but…"

"Care… hush." She poured the concoction into a cup. "Drink this."

Caroline huffed and walked towards the rest of the gang.

As Bonnie poured everyone else a drink, she tried her best not to even breathe near Damon.

"Okay, when you drink this, you'll know exactly what happened to you last night. It may take a few seconds, but it'll happen." She then gave a sympathetic look at Alaric. "And don't worry, we'll find Jo. I promise."

Alaric gave her a soft smile and nodded.

Three minutes after they emptied their cups, every single one of them passed out.

24 hours ago…

A/n: Thank you all for reading! I really hope you enjoyed. Part ii will show exactly what happened to each of the characters, and some bamony goodness. Hopefully I will it up in a few days Please review & let me know what you think =)