Disclaimer: I don't The Vampire Diaries or any of its characters. Seriously, I don't or the show would be going some other way.

Special thanks to my friend Mr. Radical for editing this story and for providing me with some wonderful ideas. This story is dedicated to you, love. Happy birthday in advance!

Also, shout out to my official Beta Ally for editing this fic for me and for doing a wonderful job as usual!

Song suggestion for this fic is "Wings" by Birdy since it inspired the title of this story. Enjoy!

~Lost and Found~

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Chapter 1

May 10, 1994

Dear Diary,

Why do I ever bother writing the date anymore? Each day is the same. Literally. I really don't want to believe that Grams played a twisted prank on me as Damon keeps insisting but I am really beginning to have my doubts. Why else would I be stuck here in this ghost town with him, I mean out of the all the people in the world, why him? It's barely been a week since I "died". Well, technically I am dead…or that's what everyone else must be thinking back in the actual Mystic Falls. I refuse to acknowledge this place, which is currently Mystic Falls in 1994, my hometown.

Home is where my family and my friends are. Elena, Caroline, Stefan, Matt, Tyler, Ric…and most of all, Jeremy.

No diary, this isn't home. This is mine and Damon's personal hell.

"Oh Bon-Bon," Bonnie was interrupted as Damon's sing song voice floated down the stairs. She pursed her lips and slammed the diary shut as she turned around in her chair to face him. With a sarcastic greeting right on the tip of her tongue, Bonnie opened her mouth to speak but her words were lost somewhere when her eyes fell upon Damon's rather…clothes free form. Well, naked form, but you can't blame a girl for being shocked.

"Damon!" Bonnie protested loudly as she instantly turned away from him and covered her eyes with both hands. "You can't just saunter around naked in this house! Don't mistake me for Elena." She all but hissed the last statement for him as she got up and started fumbling around for something to cover up Damon's alarming lack of clothing.

Bonnie internally sighed, feeling the urge to rub her temples of the headache she felt coming already.

It was as if she could feel Damon smirking at her from behind her. She gave a sigh of relief as her fingers came in contact with a towel she had left to dry earlier on the back of a chair and she threw it at Damon.

"Aw, don't be shy, we're housemates now, Bonnie." Damon caught the towel with ease and proceeded to wrap it around his waist, tucking it in rather loosely. Bonnie removed her hands from her eyes and gave him a look of utter contempt as she collected her diary and her pen and proceeded to stalk out of the room.

"What, no bitchy-witchy comebacks for me this time?" Damon asked her as he caught hold of her upper arm in an iron grip. "Oh wait, you'd be a witch if you could, you know-" he leaned down, invading her personal space as usual till he was at eye level with her. "-do magic. I'll just stick to bitchy."

"Let go of me, Damon." Bonnie all but wrenched her arm out of Damon's grasp, taking care to hide her diary behind her back but from the look on Damon's face, she knew she wasn't fooling anyone.

"As much as I miss my brother right now, I don't miss the constant scratching of a pen against the pages of a journal. You woke me up, now deal with my naked glory."

For some reason, Damon had been trying to read her diary every chance he got: over her shoulder, when she was out shopping, when she was sleeping-apparently she sleep-talked as well- and it annoyed the hell out of Bonnie. She was never big on maintaining journals like her best friend but she did write every now and then. And she very much preferred to keep her thoughts to herself, thank you very much. She wondered if she should go out and hunt for some vervain and give Damon a not so pleasant surprise the next time he tried opening her journal and ended up with a scalded hand.

"As for mistaking you for Elena…" his voice brought Bonnie out of her rather sadistic musings. "I don't think I am capable of committing such an error, Bon. See the thing is, Elena isn't half as annoying as you…most of the time anyway." A frown creased his forehead momentarily but he simply shrugged after a moment.

"The saving people thing?" Bonnie pitched in helpfully.

"The saving people thing." Damon echoed back, his voice laced with exasperation. "But you've got that too, only ten times worse. Hence, you're ten times more annoying."

" Whatever." Bonnie changed the topic as she averted her gaze from Damon's pointed one and changed the topic, not choosing to argue for once. She knew he was right this time. "Now be a good house-husband and make me breakfast. And-" she simply crossed her arms across her chest as Damon arched an eyebrow at her questioningly at the term 'house-husband' and pushed past him towards the living room, stopping short at the doorway for a moment. Schooling her features into a fake, over the top, eye crinkling smile she said, "And if you make pancakes again, since I can't use my magic to make you suffer, I will just have to kill you instead." She said to sound serious, but secretly knew she didn't stand a chance against Damon and was only teasing in all honesty.

"With what, that fountain pen?" Damon snorted as he nodded towards the pen and diary she was holding to her chest as he made his way over to the kitchen and turned on the stove. Bonnie peeled her eyes away from his towel, which was sliding dangerously low over his waist and held her head high, her nose almost pointing towards the sky.

"Take a good look around, Damon." She waved a hand over the living room, "The furniture is all wood. Even if I don't have my magic, I have no lack of reinforced stakes." She left the threat hanging in the air and left the kitchen for some much needed alone time. There was only so much of Damon she could handle in a day. Even If he was the only person around.

May 10, 1994

Dear Diary,

I'll go ahead and write a date just to fill the gap since I have no idea of the actual date. That's one of the many downsides of being stuck in a temporal loop. The others being stuck with a serial killing vampire who can't cook (well, I'm sure he can but is trying to piss me off with terrible pancakes) and not having any of my friends around. It's three in the morning and I am literally sitting on the porch steps of the Salvatore Boarding House as I write this so that I don't wake Damon up. He gets really worked up about me maintaining a journal for some reason and last night after we got into a fight- the fifth one since we got here. Yes I've been keeping track, don't judge me. I have little else to do- he dangled this diary over the fireplace and threatened to burn it. I stalked out of the house and just wandered around for a while because walking along the empty streets on my own seemed like a better alternative to wanting to bash his face into the wall. So I went to my own place but it felt strange to be there for some reason so I didn't linger for a long time and guess what? I found this diary sitting on top of the porch steps along with a plate of half cold pancakes about half an hour ago. So here I am, happy to have my journal back and these pancakes seem strangely edible. You know, I might just grudgingly compliment him in the morning. Might.

"Boo." Bonnie knew that Damon could sneak upon people better than a ghost but this was almost too much, even for her. She let out a strangled scream and didn't stop until he clamped a hand upon her mouth from behind her.

"Shh! You will wake up the whole neighbourho-oh, my bad. No one here apart from us." Damon drawled almost lazily as he plopped down on the porch steps beside Bonnie. She moved her journal away from his reach and stowed it behind her back safely as she eyed him suspiciously.

"And thanks for the compliment." Damon added just as Bonnie opened her mouth to say something.

"What compliment?" She asked him rather dryly, well aware of his antics by now. How the hell is Elena in love with him? Five minutes and I already want to stab myself.

"For the pancake bit."

"You really need to stop reading my journal over my shoulder, Damon."

"Stefan used to say that too, you know. Like, a hundred year ago. You know what he did when I didn't comply?"

"Do I even want to know?"

"He gave up." Damon flashed Bonnie his signature smirk as he finally looked at her, tilting his head sideways to meet her gaze. She simply shook her head and brought her knees up to her chest and wound her arms around them tightly, holding them in place. What exactly am I trying to hold onto so tightly?

"I miss them too, you know." Damon broke the silence after a while as a light breeze ruffled his hair. Bonnie noticed that he was still dressed in his flannel blue shirt and had his boots on. From past experiences, she knew that he preferred to sleep without…clothing and figured out that he had been up waiting for her to show up. That or some crazy scheme that she didn't want to be a part of. Nevertheless, the gesture somewhat touched her along with the vampire-smiley pancakes and she finally gave him a smile.

"My my, Damon Salvatore is capable of missing people other than the love of his life. Who could have known?" She muttered under her breath, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Wait. Was it sarcasm?

"Hey, I may be heartless but I do have my moments, especially when I am stuck here with you. Heck, this even makes me take the time to look back and find myself missing Blondie. That's saying something." He teased her, mock punching her shoulder lightly. Well, lightly for him. It still hurt, vampire strength and all.

"Ow," She muttered under her breath as she rubbed her arm. "What, so you'd rather be stuck here with Caroline instead?"

"Uh…no." He shook his head and shuddered slightly. "I only entertain fantasies of killing when it comes to you but if it was her, I think I might have actually done it."

"You're such a jerk." Bonnie said even as she let out a small laugh. She was surprised and the sound instantly died down in her throat just as soon as it had begun. She was laughing for the first time in days and she was scared of how good it felt.

"You know you love it," He inclined his head in her direction and peered at her from below his rather long, dark lashes. Bonnie noticed that his eyes almost seemed to be an ethereal shade of silver-blue in the moonlight.

"Don't even try Damon; I am immune to your twilight-boy charm." Bonnie rolled her eyes, peeling her gaze away from her face.

"You just insulted me in the worst way possible." Damon responded as he placed a hand on top of his chest, right above where his heart was situated and recoiled back from her with an exaggerated gasp.

"Anyway," she stressed, changing the topic before Damon got carried away with his horseplay. "Who else do you miss?" She watched and listened to any bit of the reaction he would give in response. That actually was a good question to think about. Her mind immediately drifted to the thought of her best friends, but quickly shifted to Jeremy instead, the last image she had of him she had was the teary film in his eyes that was threatening to spill over and broke her inside each time.

"I am really not up for a touchy-feely conversation right now, Bon."

"Damon." She waited for him to reply as she kept her gaze fixed on him. "We are having the first civil conversation in days since we got here, just answer the question."

"Fine," He sighed as he finally gave in under her gaze. "There's obviously Stefan, and Ric and-"

"What exactly do you miss about them?" she asked him, cutting him off.

"Are you trying to be my therapist? Because I killed the last person who tried to play shrink with me, just saying." He nearly growled the words at her but Bonnie was unfazed, much used to his temper tantrums by now. He didn't scare her like he once used to all those years ago. Bonnie took her time answering and ate some of the pancakes Damon had made for her previously.

"Bonnie," He dragged her name out in warning.

"I am just trying to get you to talk, Damon. It's lonely out here, okay?" She snapped back. "And being stuck with the person I once hated to the core doesn't help."

"Oh, give me a chance to clarify something as well- I am not your biggest fan either, pseudo-witch." He shot back just as scathingly.

Here we go again.

With a sigh, Bonnie slowly shook her head. "This is not worth my time and energy." Bonnie collected her diary and got up from her place on the porch. She was about to stalk inside and slam her bedroom door or something for Damon's benefit when he caught hold of her wrist.

"You really have issues with personal sp-"

"Bon-Bon," The use of her nickname stopped her short and she huffed as she waited for him to talk. "What?" She egged him on when he stayed quiet. She turned back to look down at him and her eyes first went to his grip around her wrist and then to his face.

"You're annoying, you irritate me to the point where I just want to either rip my hair out or impale you with the kitchen knife and the hope and positivity you radiate is mind numbing-"

"If you stopped me just to insult me then-"

"-but I'd rather have you around," he overrode her objections by making his voice louder as he got up from his place on the porch steps, towering over her. "And be annoyed and irritated and angry than be alone and…feel empty."

"I…" Bonnie was left speechless for a few moments as she simply continued to stare up at Damon. Where was all of this coming from? Last time she checked, Damon wanted to kill her than endure another second in her company. She still wasn't sure whether that was a joke or not.

"I shared my feelings with you and gave you a chance to play shrink and the best you can do is gawk at me?" Damon raised an eyebrow down at Bonnie as he let go of her wrist. The immediate lack of warmth around her wrist made her realize just how reassuring a human touch could feel. Well, not that Damon was human…

"I am just not sure how I should be taking it. Was that a compliment or an insult?" She asked him, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. During the time they had spent here together- almost a month now- Damon had always been rude, sarcastic and even borderline violent but had never talked about his feelings directly so it was a new thing for Bonnie to encounter.

"Definitely a compliment. Trust me Bennett, when I would be insulting you, I would leave no room for doubt." He actually had the gall to wink at her and left Bonnie rather flustered in his wake as he sauntered inside, vanishing into the living room.

"Oh don't I know that by now, Salvatore." She muttered under her breath and followed him inside after a moment. Unbeknownst to her, Damon had been listening, the small smirk on his face being a proof of that.

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