A/N: The idea for this story came to me after watching the Season 2 premiere episode, "The Return." It came to me when Damon "killed" Jeremy. It has nothing to do with that at all, but at that point I was just excited and decided to write this down. Safe to Say: Alternate Universe

"Blow the candles, Caroline!" Elena Gilbert encouraged one of her closet friends. She was turning 20 years old and surrounded by her friends and family.

It was a particularly small birthday bash for Ms. Caroline Forbes, but as Caroline argued, turning 21 would be the real milestone, and only then would she pull out all of the stops.

"Guys, I have to think of a wish," she whined out, looking around her at the most important people in the world to her surrounding her.

Matt was directly behind her, his left hand on her waist, his right hand on her shoulder. "Well, maybe if you don't wish anything this year, it'll have extra power next year," he teased at her.

Caroline giggled, "I'm not sure it works that way. Does it, Bon?"

At that, the small party turned to Bonnie, across the table from Caroline. She was looking down at the table, seemingly not hearing Caroline call her name. Her right hand was squeezed gently by Damon.

He knew that she didn't wish to be here, that she wanted to be at the hospital with her Grams. She had felt horrible not wanting to come, especially since this was Caroline's party, but it seemed as if it would have been best if she hadn't. Bonnie was distant through all of the banter thrown back and forth by her friends.

'Bon?" Caroline called again. Try as she may, she didn't seem to understand what Bonnie was going through. She had never gone through this type of pain; losing a family member and not having any power to help them.

Elena quickly came to the rescue, "Of course not, guys. Caroline, wish for a smooth wedding!" At this, Caroline glanced down to her engagement ring.

Stefan followed her lead, "Nope, she can't do that now, because everyone will know and it won't come true."

As the group laughed at that, and Elena and Stefan had successfully switched the topic from Bonnie, Damon kissed her forehead.

They had been very close for a little more than two years. However, they only became an item mere months ago, after they tip-toed around the idea for what seemed to be forever to Damon. Getting together had surprised her friends, especially Elena who had a hard time grasping how Bonnie went from despising him, to befriending him, to loving him.

Not that she ever admitted to loving him, and not that she planned to anytime soon. She knew who Damon was, and she still had problems trusting him knowing his past and only some of the things he had done.

"There really is a thin line between love and hate," Elena concluded finally, with a grin on her face.

He had a temper, she had a temper, but somehow they balanced each other out.

And now, Bonnie wanted to end it. A complicated relationship with the "sexy, and dangerous" Damon, as she once described him wasn't what should be at the forefront of her mind.

Grams should.

And whenever Bonnie realized that she was thinking about Damon and not her Grams she would get upset. Upset, because she felt that she betraying her family, her only mother-figure.

However, ever since her Grams fell into a coma that the doctors could only explain by saying things like "old age," or "stress," she had been pulling back from him.

It was small things at first, but now she was outright avoiding him whenever she could, and Damon didn't know what to do with that.

He wasn't dense; he knew it had something to do with her grandmother, and about how after each passing day her chances of waking up were dwindling.

It had taken a lot out of the Bennett family, especially with the pressure from the hospital to pull the plug. But how could they do that, while knowing how special Grams was? While knowing who she was? How could a granddaughter pull the plug on the only mother she had known, and how could a son pull the plug on his eccentric but loved mother?

It wasn't fair, the predicament they were put in. Bonnie had faith that she would wake up any second, her father had no faith at all.

The rest of the party passed by pretty uneventfully. The gifts were opened and Caroline put on various faces of surprise. Bonnie had given her a necklace that Caroline gushed over on one of their shopping trips.

"Wow, this is the most beautiful necklace I have ever seen!" she exclaimed, looking pointedly over at Bonnie in the store.

Of course Bonnie had purchased it as soon as Caroline scurried off to the bathroom.

"We were thinking about going to eat now," Elena started. "Do you two want to come?"

The four of them were standing outside now, by Stefan's car. Two brothers, two best friends.

Bonnie shook her head, "I have to get to the hospital. See how Grams is doing, you know. I'm sorry to bail on you guys."

"It's no problem, we are probably just going to go to Stefan's anyways. He's claiming he can cook spaghetti," Elena snorted.

"Claiming? My brother is a master chef, Elena," Damon added, with his hand in Bonnie's.

"At some things, sure. So we'll see about this one."

"If you want to come over later, I'm sure we'll have a lot left over," Stefan said, with a small smile.

Bonnie nodded, and after they all said their goodbyes, she and Damon began to walk to the hospital. It would've been easier if she had jumped on his back and he had sped to the hospital, but Damon needed to talk to her. To see what was happening with her.

After checking on Grams, who was still unconscious, Damon escorted Bonnie into the hallway. "We need to talk. You've been distant and avoiding me, I'm not sure what's going on here," he believed it would be best to go into this bold and confident.

She looked into his blue eyes, not sure of what she should do. It only made sense to her to end this relationship. She was only ending up holding him back, she was overly emotional because of Grams but also because of something else.

She took a deep breath as he stroked her cheek, trying to look into her eyes. "Damon..."

"I was upset at Caroline's party, because it reminded me of the aging process. How we are all getting older but you're stuck in time, and what will we do when I'm old enough to look like your mother, your grandmother?"

His brows furrowed. He wasn't expecting this, he definitely thought that she was going to talk about her grandmother. "I thought that I would change you. I just assumed that it was the only route to go." Wasn't it?

She focused on the shoulder of his jacket, unable to look in his eyes.

"Immortality. Eternity. I can give it to you, free of charge too." Damon said, attempting to elicit a laugh. It didn't work.

This time she took a steadying breath, "I'm not sure I can be a vampire." The truth was coming out as the tears flowed freely down her face. "Grams is going to die, this isn't fair to you. I'm not all here."

He grabbed her wrists. "Look at me Bonnie."

Her eyes stayed down, unable to form words.

"Just think about this, Bon. I'll see you tomorrow," and with that he disappeared.

That had not gone the way that she wanted it to at all. She had hoped that they would separate, for his own good. He could have had anyone he wanted, and a sulking witch shouldn't be on the top of his priorities. Bonnie was tired of being the vulnerable, fragile girl that she had been recently. That she had been, since she had found that letter.

Actually, it was better to say that her father found the letter. The one where her Grams laid out what to do if this was to ever happen - to pull the plug.

It was almost as if... She wanted to die. Bonnie briefly wondered if her Grams would be upset if she ever found out that her only son disobeyed her wish.

Tears streamed down her face. Guilt seemed to rack her body whenever she thought of Grams. Guilt wasn't the emotion that she wanted to feel, she wanted to be happy and to think of the great times she spent with her grandmother.

Now it was the next day, and Bonnie was once again in the hospital, when Damon rapped his fist twice against the door despite it being open.

"I love you," he said while walking into the room. She looked up at him, it was the first time that either of them had said it. There was a pregnant pause.

"I can't do this," Bonnie responded keeping her eyes away from his and on her grandmother's closed ones.

That hurt both him and her. Of course she loved him. She had loved him for a while, and with all of her heart. But the best thing for him... and her at this point was to let him go.

"What do you mean - you can't?" he snarled. He was upset, understandably so, but she knew that it would hurt before it would help.

"Just what I said," she responded in a voice that she hoped would come out cold, but came out vulnerable, fragile. Not what she wanted.

He grabbed her face, forcing her to look him in the eyes. She kept her face blank as he searched.

Then he let out a growl and his eyes went black. Bonnie was paralyzed as he swung his right arm out and totaled the table where Grams' life-preserving equipment rested. The computers fell to the ground, the papers fell and were misplaced and the plugs were out.

The ominous beeping that followed alerted Bonnie.

"Grams! Grams! Help!" she screamed for the nurses, as she sobbed and took her grandmother's pulse.

"I'm not doing it right... I'm not doing it right..." she muttered to herself through her tears when she could not find the familiar beat. The beat that would tell her that she was alive.

"Oh God!" Bonnie yelled in a strangled cry. She saw Damon standing by the door, and when her head turned to face him, he had disappeared.

Her weeps were heard as the doctors and nurses came in to hear about the commotion.

Grams was dead. He had killed her.

A/N: I'm in love with Bamon, so when I saw the scene from the season 2 premiere with Damon and Jeremy I wondered how Elena would be able to forgive him for that if Jeremy had died.

We all know that she will most likely forgive him in a couple of episodes, lol, but it inspired this.

Anyways, I hope that you guys liked it. Please review ! Tell me what you thought.

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