A/N: First let me apologize for such a late update. My muse left me hanging and I was almost scared I wouldn't be able to get out the final chapter, but I'm glad I did. Thank you all for your support for this mini fic, and I hope you all enjoy the last chapter (if you still care to read).

Sorry for any spelling and grammatical errors!


"I think you were wrong about Caroline. I realize that I may not be able to explain what I feel for her, but it is something, and yeah, maybe all love isn't true love in the messed up way that you and I have experienced it, but I think this could turn into something even better."

"Damon, what happened?!"

Elena's voice was the exact replica of a screeching pterodactyl to his ears. It wasn't that he was trying to be funny or cruel. It was just that with the way he was feeling right now, it was the absolute truth. Yet, even with the pain currently flowing through his whole body, the words that his brother spoke to him several years ago repeatedly ran through his mind. If he had just been aware back then or according to Caroline, 'got his head out of his ass', he wouldn't even have to deal with any of this.

But, now, here he was, sitting on his couch post beat down, taking an unbelievably slow time to heal, with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. He wasn't even aware that Elena had sat down beside him until she started inspecting his wounds. Even with the slightest touch, it hurt like hell. And why did he hurt like hell, one might ask? And healing ever so slowly? Well, thanks to the ex of the woman he was in love with, beating the ever loving shit out of him, adding in various amounts of vervain, he looked like the spitting image of death.

"Damon…."

He winced again at her voice, and wanted to move from her touch, even if anyone else would have been grateful for it.

"Damon, please talk to me. What happened?"

He was about to answer her…right after he took a few swigs of bourbon, but when he looked around his living room and saw several piles of clothes laying around and furniture that was not his, all of the talk of his near death experience would have to wait.

"What's all this?"

Elena's eyes followed his, and shrugged. "Well, I went shopping with Caroline and kind of went a little overboard with the clothes. And I figured we could touch the place up a bit with something new."

Touch the place up? None of this furniture in here was his! "Where's all my furniture?"

"Since I'm living here too now, I figured we could make this place homier. So, I may have donated your items to people in need."

He wondered if she noticed the distasteful expression on his face or if there were just too many cuts and bruises to tell. But, whether she did or not, he wasn't going to be a smart ass or hurt her feelings, because soon he would have to tell her why he looked like this. Soon, he was going to have to break her heart, and since he was trying to improve himself, new furniture didn't seem all too bad.

Although, that didn't stop him from asking who she donated it too so he could compel whoever he needed to set up an exchange.

"So, are you going to tell me whose fist your face connected with?"

When he told her the truth, he expected the anger, the confusion, and the tears. He expected all of it. He deserved her harsh words, and the look on her face did break him. This was his fault. He would own up to that.

He remembered certain words she yelled out. "Bonnie!? How could you! I thought… this whole time. You made me look like a fool." There were many expletives here and there but because of his injuries and the bourbon, he couldn't help but drown a lot of it out. He recalled her saying that they could get through this, that she'll get over it. But of course that wasn't going to happen. He was in love with her best friend.

So, Elena left to go stay at Caroline and Stefan's, thinking that space could be a better outcome for them. He didn't even try to argue, because with his one last swig of bourbon, he passed out from exhaustion.


Damon woke up the next day to his brother and wife sitting on one of the couches beside him. Caroline was putting a photo album together and Stefan was 'helping'… all the while placing kisses on her neck.

"I shouldn't even have to say get a room?" He sat up feeling better, yet starving. He couldn't help but produce a bit of a smile at the blood bags sitting near him. He wasted no time ripping into them and drinking greedily.

"Nope. Being as this is Stefan's house too." Caroline snapped, not looking at him once.

"Yes, Stefan's house…my house …not yours."

"Salvatore house." Stefan interrupted. "Caroline's a Salvatore now."

He rolled his eyes.

"Even though this doesn't look like the Salvatore furniture."

"Don't remind me." Damon drank through another blood bag. "How is she?"

"Well, she came to our house in tears last night, and just wants to be alone today." Caroline stated.

That wasn't the she, he was referring too, even though he guessed it should have been.

"I don't think he's talking about Elena." Stefan eyed his brother.

That's what being related by blood will do to you.

"Oh, Bonnie?" Caroline pretended to act surprise. "She's great. Enjoying her time alone. Definitely fine without you. I think she may have met some—" She stopped abruptly when Damon stood in front of her quickly, and a growl escaped his lips.

She burst out in laughter and looked up at him. "Down Cujo. She's fine. Plus, it's only been a couple of days…chill out.

"Can I know where she is now?"

"I don't know, Damon. Can you?"

Stefan smirked and Damon wanted to rip her eyes out. "You said that if I tied up loose ends you'd give me her destination. I broke it off with Elena and Enzo used my face as a punching bag, what more ends need to be loose?"

Caroline continued working on her album, "Well, I was thinking that you should give Bonnie space. I mean she hasn't asked about you not once since she's been away. And we talk every day."

Stefan just gave her a quick look that Damon noticed. He knew the blonde vampire was lying right through her pearly whites.

"Stefan, is this marriage even valid anyways? I mean would you really mind if I pulled out Blondie's heart?"

"If you get to her before I take your eyes out, I'd put you through endless torture until you found away to bring her back."

Caroline blushed. "Talking like that Stefan, we may need to put your bedroom to more use."

Damon wanted to vomit. "We have bigger issues, damnit. You need to tell me where Bonnie is right now, or I start killing everyone in Mystic Falls."

"Such empty threats. What makes you think you can make Bonnie happy? After all she's been through… after all the crap that you put her through in the past." Caroline folded her arms and never removed her eyes from her brother in law. "Huh? If something goes wrong, how do we know you're not just gonna snap and pull the whole desiccation excuse or just do something stupid like the loose cannon you are. I don't want that for Bonnie."

Damon didn't answer at first, because in all honesty, he didn't know what the future held. He could end up hurting Bonnie again, unintentionally. He knew the type of person that he was. But, he also knew that he loved her and wanted the good and the bad with her.

"Bonnie, she… she makes me happier than anyone I've ever…. Look, if I can have a part in making her happy, that's all I want to do. That's all I want to do for the rest of my life."

Damon was surprised when Caroline didn't say any of her usual snide comments. Instead, she sighed and then let a smile form to her lips.

"I was waiting for that." She then told him Bonnie's location and handed him a plane ticket. "Stefan and I had this saved for you when you decided to come to your senses. I had to make absolute sure where your head and heart was at before I told you anything. You don't want to let fifty years go by and realize you let the love of your life get away. So, go to Bonnie. And you both enjoy yourselves."


Damon had to admit, he was grateful for his family, and would have told them that before he used his vampire speed to leave, but of course Stefan and Caroline were about to get busy in every room of the boarding house, and he definitely didn't need to be there for that.

He arrived at Bonnie's location around four in the morning. And he was standing in her room; staring at her while she slept only a few minutes after. If he had been anyone else, seeing her sound asleep, yet levitating over her bed would have freaked him the hell out and made him question if he hit the blunt way too much. But, this wasn't the first time this happened. Her powers were advancing and sometimes when she slept… to put it plain and simple… she levitated.

Damon couldn't take his eyes away from her. He had always been in awe of Bonnie and everything she could do. He could literally sit and watch her do magic all day… even when she wasn't aware.

"Every time you come back stronger—do you know how incredible that is? Do you know how much I envy you?"

He remembered saying those words to her long ago. And they still rang true. He should have said something about being in love with her then, but his stupid self decided to add Elena into the mix. Because well… in all honesty, he was scared of being that open and vulnerable with her at that time… especially when his life hung in the balance.

But, now he was hoping he could make it everything right.


Bonnie's body hit the bed the moment her eyes opened. It took her a minute to focus as she stared up at the ceiling. She hadn't done the levitating in her sleep thing in weeks, so she just assumed she was over it. Clearly, she was wrong.

The moment she was about to walk into the bathroom to take a nice hot bath, she halted at the door. For some reason, it felt like Damon was near. But, that was crazy right? He was thousands of miles away, and he didn't know where she was…Caroline promised her that. And plus, he chose Elena, so sitting here while she was on vacation, pining over a guy was just ridiculous.

The door opened, proving that she wasn't so crazy after all. "So I grabbed bagels and the hot mocha late iced non fat dairy thing you like."

Bonnie had to actually force herself to blink because she was staring so hard. He was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans, looking more relaxed than ever. But, the whole phrase looks can be deceiving came into play due to her witch abilities being able to feel how nervous he truly was.

"W-what are you doing here?" She was finally able to get out. "Well, better yet, how did you know I was here?"

"Blondie of course." He handed her the drink.

Bonnie rolled her eyes a little. Of course Caroline's secret keeping wasn't as valid as she made it to be. But, she did take the drink out of his hand, even though he had yet to get her drink order right.

Taking a sip, her eyes widened a little in shock. Damon was just full of surprises, because he actually go it right. It made her want to smile, but she held her ground.

When her eyes found his again, she could tell that he was in cockiness overload from his little victory. She wanted to say something to knock that perfect smirk off of his face, but of course her eyes decided to take matters into their own hands and travel down his frame. Why did he have to be so sexy? Why did the muscles in his chest look like they wanted to rip out of his shirt….?

"Judgey, you're making me blush." The warmth was radiating off him in waves.

She cleared her throat and looked back in his eyes. "Why are you here, Damon?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

He walked closer to her, making her legs hit the bed.

"I came here for you."

It was silent for probably five seconds before they both shared a laugh.

"Cheesy?"

Bonnie nodded, "Yeah, just a bit."

And yet, she actually liked this moment, yearned for it. It was something so simple and yet heartwarming all the same.

"So, I wrote you a letter on the plane ride over here." He pulled it out of his pocket. "If I give it to you, will you promise to read it and not rip it up and trash it like the last time?"

He placed the letter behind her on the bed, and his face became mighty close to hers. So, close that she closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the coolness of his breath against her cheek.

If he kissed her right now, she would let him. But, thanks to his enhanced speed, when she opened her eyes he was gone.

Bonnie immediately let out the breath she had been holding. Yeah, she needed a shower…and to call Caroline.


She didn't know how long she had been sitting in the sand watching the waves, before she decided to open Damon's letter. It really wasn't because she wanted to make him wait; it was just that her thoughts were literally all over the place. She and Damon were definitely an interesting story to be told. Starting as two people who couldn't stand each other, to frienemies, to actually tolerating each other, to something that couldn't even be defined. They were Bonnie and Damon. Even if they had stayed with their respective partners, there was a bond between them that could never be broken.

I broke up with Elena. Okay, so this probably isn't the first thing you care to read, but I don't know if you're going to read it and I wanted to get right to the point. So, yeah, we're finished. And I should have done it earlier. We shouldn't have been together when she woke up. I should have manned up and pushed Enzo out of the way. Because it's always been you. I'm not good with the sentimental shit, but I wish you would have read the first letter. That one was gold. I never wanted to leave you back then. I thought I was doing what was right those years ago. You were in the hospital…lying there… I couldn't heal you and it did something to me. I still see that image in my head…everyday. And it was my fault. Okay so I wanted to add stuff from my last letter so you could read it this time, so yeah. Also your ex mistake clobbered me the other day. But, I guess that's all besides the point. When I asked you to marry me it wasn't on impulse even though that's what it sounded like. It wasn't the alcohol talking. It was because you're my best friend. You're the only one that will call me out on my shit, the only one I don't want to kill by doing so. Okay, so that probably wasn't the best thing to say. But, we know each other better than anyone else. It's because I would go crazy if I ever lost you. And at times I almost did. I don't know why it took me so long to say something…or why it took me long to figure it out. Maybe it was when I stopped wanting Elena back. It got to a point where I'd rather her stay asleep forever if it meant you got to live. So, yeah… clearly I'm not good with this writing shit or talking shit…I reserve that for Stefan. But, I love you and I want us….I need us. Look in your jacket pocket. By the way…I added this part in while you were in the shower and saw what you were going to wear.

Bonnie immediately reached into the pocket of her hoodie, and felt the hard object he wanted her too. When she pulled it out, the ring almost took her breath away. It was incrusted with emeralds…her favorite color. It was beautiful.

Yet, she did have to wonder why the hell it didn't fall out and how she didn't reach in her pockets earlier.


Damon was never one to watch sunsets. Never one to sit on a balcony letting the cool air hit his face, even if her were lost in thought. But because the object of his affection was sitting down at the beach, his sole attention was on her. Two hours she sat down there, and yet he didn't get any reaction from anything; her reading the letter….her finding the ring. Absolutely nothing. And when she walked off, he knew what to expect.

He couldn't help but wonder how she was going to break it to him this time? Enzo wasn't in the picture, so her choice would be completely valid. Bonnie was the type to put out the friend card, but knowing him, he couldn't be her friend. He'd stalk her for awhile…kill every guy she talked too, but being her friend again would be crossing the line.

When the door to the room opened, her scent hit his nose, making his body instantly hardened. Yeah, she clearly had that affect on him, and he had to brace himself as she made her way out on the balcony to stand in front of him. For a moment, he stared at her uncovered thighs, and he couldn't help but imagine moving her bikini bottom to the side and…

"You were watching me."

It wasn't a question.

"I was watching you." He found her eyes.

"Normally, that would creep me out."

He shrugged, "I've surpassed all of that."

A small smile touched her lips, and just like that she pulls out the ring and places it in his hand.

Well, that told him everything he needed to know. She made a decision, and right when he was about to stand up, she straddled his legs.

Normally, he wouldn't mind this. A beautiful woman on top of him…taking charge. Especially, Bonnie. All the fantasies he had about her could come true right now. But, for the first time, he just wanted to me left alone.

"I want you to put it on me and ask me again."

He could honestly say he wasn't expecting that, but the emotion that went through him, he would probably never admit out loud.

Even though his smile said it all. "Marry me, Bon Bon?"

She reached down and kissed his lips. "Yes."

He then picked her up. "Great, get dressed. We can go now."

A chuckle escaped her lips, as her legs wrapped around his waist. "Absolutely not. Caroline would kill us both…" Then she thought about. "Torture us first. But kill us none the less."

He rolled his eyes. "We can deal with that later." He laid her down on the bed, and unzipped her jacket.

She smiled, and touched his face softly. "I love you, Damon Salvatore."

"I love you too, Bonnie Salvatore."

And right when she was about to protest the last name, like he knew she would, he put his mouth to hers.

Caroline would just have to kill them.


A/N: Thank you all for reading! And I used a few phrases from Grey's Anatomy in here. Hope you all enjoyed =)