Damn Good Friends

Chapter 14- THE BLACK OUT

R-M As I sit on vacation, I had a chance and a little downtime to edit and upload this Chapter for you all. Thank you for your responses to the last chapter. I always love hearing from ya'll. So, I realize this fic WAS "Light and Flirty" in those first few chapters... but in extending the story some additional elements were necessarily added. It is still relatively light, and flirty. Once again, thank you for your support. Please Enjoy this update :)

All that could be heard through the lobby of the resort was the clicking of heels as Bonnie maneuvered through the crowd and made her way to the elevators. When Caroline saw Bonnie quickly press the buttons of all of the elevators waiting for the first to open, she excused herself from Stefan's grip to head after her friend.

"Caroline, where are you going?"

"To Bonnie. She's clearly upset."

"I get that, but you and I need to talk."

"About what? Stefan, what the hell?"

"Seriously? You don't know?"

Caroline looked towards Bonnie, and back at Stefan, and when the elevator doors opened, she went after Bonnie. "Stefan, your brother needs you." That was the buffer she gave herself, to go after her best friend. Once inside of the elevator, she and Bonnie were finally alone. "Bon... babe. You're eyes are watery. Don't do it. Do not let her do this to you." She watched as Bonnie looked at her like she was trying her hardest to keep from crying, but had to fan her eyes from the water building up in the inner corners. "Damnit. Talk to me. Tell me what happened?" Caroline started blowing lightly towards Bonnie's face to help her from releasing those tears.

"I don't even know. I'm just, wondering, why the girl I grew up protecting from bullies and whose tears I helped to dry, just became this awful bitch."

"I don't know Bonnie. I don't think it's about you though. It's about her. What exactly did she say?"

Bonnie looked up and caught a glance of herself in the mirror of the elevator. Her eyes were pink and her nose tip was red. Her hands were working overtime, to keep her tears back. "Well, she told me she's pregnant with twins, and that Damon's the father."

"Wow. What a bitch! And you don't believe that right? I mean we both heard her say in Vegas, Damon wants children and she wasn't ready, because he was clingy, or whatever."

"I know what she said. I remember."

"So, you can't let her just... and how did she find out you two are married?"

"I don't know. Unless Damon told one of his good friends and colleagues back in Orange County. He has a friend, who knows Elena. His name is Logan."

"Bon, I can only imagine, if she found out months back, and has been plotting ever since. He left his old job. Imagine, suddenly he leaves after fifteen years and people were gossiping and wondering why. Especially after he got that award."

The elevator doors opened, and Bonnie and Caroline headed to their rooms. "I just want to wake up, and this all be a nightmare."

"I'm further along than Elena. Look at our stomachs. I doubt she's almost six months. And I wish it was that easy to know who's the father of your children. Don't you think I wouldn't be tormented by a one-night stand from six months ago. A threesome no less, that I had when I cheated on Tyler. Look at your best friend, Bonnie. Three possibilities?" Bonnie laughed at Caroline poking fun at her own expense for the sake of Bonnie's emotions.

"Stefan's the daddy."

"Or Tyler. Or Klaus. At this point I'm the tootsie roll pop. How many licks, til you get to the center?" Bonnie rolled her eyes at Caroline laughing again. When they got to the rooms, Caroline took her heels off.

"Stop. I'm sure, it's just the universe trying to scare you in parenthood preparation. It's a proven fact, that babies react to daddy's. So, whichever guy makes the baby move first, is the dad. And... Klaus basically molested your bump according to Stefan, and in that, the baby didn't move. But, you got gas. So, he's not the daddy."

"And Tyler?"

"Well, he is a none, mutha fucking factor. He deliberately pushed you, became violent, and told you he didn't care. Stefan is the daddy. Trust in your girl. I would not steal you wrong." Caroline rolled her eyes. "Plus, I'm the God mommy. Have this psychic connection to him already."

"Her. It's a girl."

"It's a boy, with strawberry blonde hair, and blue green eyes."

"You're so full of shit." Caroline smiled. "Are we going to this party?"

"Kidding me?"

"Elena wins, if you don't go." Bonnie shook her head, not wanting to think about it. "Look at you, looking like a million bucks tonight."

"Yeah, maybe. Everyone disappeared before the argument. So, no one saw what happened, maybe?"

"Exactly. And, to be honest, Stefan's trying to have a discussion I'm not interested in having. I need to be around a distraction of people."

"Well, I need to go in my room, and get some air, on the balcony. This is yours and my first vacation, besides the disaster of Vegas. We deserve this."

"She's so full of shit. Stefan's the father by psychic prediction? Pft." Caroline chuckled her way into the room. "I'm going to put on my flats babe. And deal with my heart burn. I'll call you in a bit."

"Okay." The two women disappeared into their rooms.

oOo

Both Damon and Stefan headed upstairs after thirty minutes. It wasn't going to be a moment of peace, in anyway, and they both understood that. Especially when hey both discovered the two women in question weren't in their suites. They had no choice but to head up to the party. "No matter what you're thinking, don't just say it. Don't let anyone see that you've been in an argument."

"I know that Stefan. I don't give a flying fuck about what anyone thinks right now, though. My wife, thinks I lied, and until I get things right with her, I can't even deal with this bullshit."

"So, I take it you don't believe, Elena."

"Stefan, I'm the one who wrote the prescription for her birth control."

"Fuck, man. I'm sorry. This is a big mess." Stefan lead out of the elevator and headed towards the party. Once to the hotel suite, Rebekah was walking out, which caught Stefan by surprise. "Bex. Hey."

"Long time no see, Stefan. Hello, Damon."

"Rebekah." Damon acknowledged.

"You totally shocked me, ya know." She smiled speaking quietly, in her soft accent.

"How's that?"

"Everyone knew six months ago you were the last fellow to get serious with. You hated commitment. Now, you're stuck in one."

"Stuck?" He raised his brows.

"Yes, Elena has said, Caroline tortures you with this pregnancy."

"First of all, I'm not tortured by anything. Second, Elena is a liar, that I haven't seen or heard from in months. For a reason. I cut off lot of people I didn't need. No offense."

"None taken. After all, you and I were just fun. I'll admit, I was jealous of Caroline at first. She is he woman who got lucky enough to tie down Stefan Salvatore. With a baby no less. Then I lost my baby, and realized it's about much more than just getting the guy. It's about wanting to experience this journey together of heading into parenthood. So, I wish you well, Stefan." She smiled. Still such a beautiful girl with her blonde hair and blue eyes. "Although, we did have some wild times Stefan." She kissed his cheek and headed in the direction she was going. "Congratulations. And if you truly are happy. Then I'm happy for you. Best of luck with Caroline."

"Thank you Rebekah. Where are you going?"

"I'm meeting someone in he lobby."

They both nodded and went their own ways while the guys headed into the party. All of the talking and drinking was exactly what neither Stefan nor Damon needed right now. Stefan hadn't seen Caroline or Bonnie when they walked in. But everyone else was scattered around laughing, talking, and drinking. "Gentlemen. So nice of you to join us. I feel like I've hardly seen any of you, since you've arrived."

"Sorry. Happy Birthday. You don't look a day over twenty-five."

"Thank you. I definitely don't feel it. By the way, how is Los Angeles life, Damon? You left so abruptly a few months back." Klaus and Elijah engaged Damon and Stefan in conversation almost right away.

"I like LA. Nothing was left for me back in Anaheim."

"You had us all shocked. I guess the Vegas trip was the best thing for your love life...?" Although Klaus asked the question, Damon looked to Elijah who'd stood there, when he answered.

"Honestly, yes. I won't go into detail, but Vegas was the turning point I needed in my life." To which Elijah responded.

"It's as if you look to me, to prove a point?"

"No points to prove Elijah. But, I'd like to point out, letting me blindsided to go what's going on, puts me in a bad position, and it's more than irritating."

"I take it, you've heard."

"Not only did I hear, but so did my wife. And how the hell, did everyone find out about me and Bonnie?"

"Somehow Elena and Kol found out."

"How?"

"I don't know!" Klaus exclaimed. "I'm merely a spectator. But, you must admit... it was a fucking horrible thing for her to find out from someone's mouth other than yours or Bonnie's."

"Seriously?" Stefan asked. "She played them both."

"And still, they met through her. Wasn't she their mutual connection?" He asked.

"You'd think that, except it's not true. Bonnie and I developed our own friendship outside of her years ago. While she was busy." Meaning Liam and Elijah. "And, my relationship with Bonnie means more to me than my relationship with Elena ever did."

"Very good, Damon. I know we've not always been on the same page. We've had our differences, but it's good to see you in a different place."

"This is a fucked up group of people." Damon laughed. "And I don't mean as individuals. I mean there's a lot of dysfunction here. Everyone's fucked everyone. I'm really, not trying to keep that going in my life."

"I wouldn't share her either." Klaus smiled and winked taking a heavy drink of his whiskey.

"And in my mind, karma isn't exactly my friend, after the fucked up things I've done."

"Pft. Please, we did Liam a favor. He was so stressed out." Elijah allowed the alcohol to be his truth serum. "His fiancé at the time, was driving him crazy. They fought incessantly. We were the cure for many of his headaches. I don't mind being cute for other mens headaches. I'm just being honest."

"Well, I won't discuss mine and her relationship. But, I was under a different impression. Still, it's over, and I've never been happier." Finally Damon spotted Bonnie, on the balcony, when he followed Elijah's eyes, which were fixated on something, as he sipped his own drink. Elijah finally looked back at Damon.

"I'm not Liam, and I don't need anyone relieving me of headaches. Bonnie, doesn't give me headaches."

"That's very good. She really does have one of those smiles, that locks you in."

Damon wasn't trying to have the Mikaelson brothers ogling his wife. He already hadn't spotted Kol, among this group of people, who had already invited other vacationers up to their hotel suit to party with them, the suite was filling up slowly, but surely. He gave Elijah a hard grin, "Elijah, if you ever try anything with my wife, I will definitely kill you."

"Relax, I'm just admiring." Damon didn't like Elijah's admiration.

"So, this situation, why didn't anyone warn me, before we got here?"

"No one knew, until we got here. Liam is the only one who knew. He's making her do a paternity test."

"So, what they're back together?"

"To be quite honest, Damon, I do not know the status of their relationship. We see Liam at functions, and events. No one has scene much of Elena lately. Except once, Hayley told me she saw her with Logan Fell, and Isobel."

"Logan? How long ago? I talk to Logan every week."

"I don't know a month or two." The woman in question walked into the suit with Kol, as if they'd been somewhere else. Damon shook his head. "And Kol seems to have decided to keep an eye on her since we've been here. I don't understand his logic."

"Especially when my lovely lady, introduced him to the beautiful brunette on the balcony. I mean she's a little young for my taste. But, Kol doesn't age discriminate." Klaus laughed. "Speaking of buns in ovens," he turns his attention to Stefan, "How exactly are you and Caroline handling this? Any advice you could share with us?"

"Not at all. We keep pretty private."

"Why so quiet, Stefan?"

"I'm just, trying to get my girlfriend back to the room so she can rest. She's high risk, and she's been on her feet all day."

Klaus still had an entire idea that Stefan and Caroline weren't what they seemed. He felt like he was missing something, and he was giving them ample opportunity to say anything but they didn't. Stefan just seemed really overprotective, while Caroline wasn't her normal bubbly and party self. And, justifiably so. "She's positively lovely in her stage of pregnancy. Why are women so self conscious when their pregnant? If only they knew how pregnancy drove most men crazy."

"Are you fucking looking at my girlfriend?"

"Yes. But, just because, she's beautiful. Nothing more."

"She's pregnant."

"I'm well aware. Something about a baby bump is very sexy. And, things are good with you both?"

"Better than ever."

"What's your secret?"

When Klaus asked the question, Stefan was confused. He knew they had a secret, but as the question reached his ears, all he thought of was paternity, and how Caroline had yet to talk to Klaus. "Secret? What do you mean?"

"To a happy relationship, mate. I'm seeing Camille, and this is new for me."

"Oh..." Stefan sighed. "I'd say stay private and be honest."

"Honesty, definitely not an issue for us."

"Good. Oh yeah, and keep her away from your brothers." Stefan said with a straight face, but not before long before they all realized the humor in it.

"Bloody hell. That's it." All four men were able to privately share that joke and laugh. "I'll keep that in mind."

oOo

"Can I ask you a question?" Bonnie was looking out, off the balcony as Caroline conversed with Camille and Davina. She was holding a glass of Seven and Seven, when she was distracted by a younger brunette walking up to her, who she'd share one hello with so far, tonight. She turned slowly, acknowledging her.

"Uhh, sure." Bonnie's face wasn't exactly inviting, but she quickly turned on her social charm, when addressed.

"How long did it take you to fit in with this group of people?" A notable question which made Bonnie laugh.

"I don't. This is my second time being around them. I've known one of the girls my whole life and I met all of this group through her. Unfortunately, she and I are no longer friends."

"Oh okay. It's just, I don't quite get them. I mean, I'm supposed to be here with Kol. But he disappears often."

"I'm sorry." Bonnie wasn't one to stick her nose in anyone's business, let along to divulge anyone's business.

"Don't get me wrong, he's a sweet guy, but he's kind of secretive. It's like, he's got something going on. He seems nervous."

"Really?" Bonnie hadn't given much thought to Kol's role in this entire thing. She knew he was there when it happened. She knew, he seemed strange, but she was more or less wrapped up, in the emission of her husband's lie. "Well, I'm sorry. I, honestly would just tell you not to let this ruin your trip. Mexico is a beautiful place. You came to enjoy it, and I think you should try to enjoy it, and when the two of you are alone, just talk to him."

Davina looked down at her hands standing on the ledge. "I guess. Maybe it's my fault. I have a guy back home. Well, let me clarify," she laughed. "I have this guy that I've known for a long time. He's like my best friend. We've been close for a couple of years, but..." she paused and shook her head. "God, I don't know why I'm telling you this. You're a complete stranger. But I can't tell Cami, yet. And I need someone's advice."

"Wow, I'm probably not the best person to advise anyone about love." Bonnie laughed.

"I'll take my chances."

"Okay, sure."

"He's my best friend. I like him. Don't get me wrong. Kol is a great guy. He's really sweet. But this trip has been such an eye opening experience. Anyways, my best friend and I kissed. By mistake, before I came here. He knows I like Kol. But I didn't realize I have feelings for him, until that kiss. He is Cami's younger brother Caleb. Which is why I can't tell her. What would you do?"

Bonnie had the worst luck with men, until Damon. She wasn't sure she had the answer to this. So, she just tried to be honest. "Okay. Well, speaking form someone who's had relationships with both types, I'm learning, that it's all about communication, either way. But I'll try my best to be objective. First, friendships aside. Evaluate the way each guy makes you feel, and also, understand the dynamics between you and each guy. I've learned in my experiences, that having something beyond the surface is most important. So, for your best friend, sometimes a best friend relationship has great levels of depth, but don't confuse that depth with relationship depth. Decide whether or not you can have the same romantic depths with him as you have with him as his friend. Because some friends make excellent lovers, but also some romances ruin great friendships. It's a hard call. And for your new guy, sometimes, the best relationships are built from the newness. But also trust is important. If you can't trust the person, you have to decide, if trust can be rebuilt. Trust is important. But newness, is also important, and that exploratory phase, is one of the best parts of relationships. To be honest, I can't give you a clear black and white answer. There's pros and cons to both. Give yourself a little time to figure it out. It's on your terms."

Davina and Bonnie stood quiet for a minute. "It makes a lot of sense."

"I'm married to a man, I considered one of my best friends. It's been an amazing experience with him. Don't get me wrong, I love it. But, we are still getting to know each other in ways we didn't as friends, and trying to decide, how to navigate the different directions this relationship keeps taking us." Bonnie thought about how crazy things had been over six months of their relationship, compared to three years of friendship, and wondered what things would be like for her and Damon after this revelation, and possible... change in their lives. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you an answer. Honestly, the answers something you have to figure out."

"No, you really helped thank you. Is it true you and Kol had a thing?"

Bonnie's eyes snapped towards Davina. "Who told you that?"

"No one. I heard someone joking with Kol about how you chose your husband over him. Is that true?"

"Wow. News travels fast in this group. Listen, Kol and I were a one time thing. He was very nice, and that's it. We didn't have sex. We hung out, if I'm being honest."

"Wow. Well, it's good to know."

"How awkward. How did you find that out? Who said we were married? I'm asking because this group didn't know."

"The girl with the long brown hair. Not Haley, but the other one. I never met her before. This trip is the first time I've seen her."

"Okay. Thanks." They were soon distracted by Caroline and Camille laughing. Bonnie turned to continue distracting herself.

"That's hilarious. Well, not that I've ever had a perfect relationship. Because all of my relationships start from strong sexual attraction. But you dominating Klaus sexually, seems perfect."

"I guess it is. I'm a little drunk, so excuse my admittance, but it could have a lot to do with me having been his therapist."

"Shut up, you just made my night. Well, what better woman to date a man, than the one who knows the ins and out of his life. I wish I was a therapist now."

"Ehh, it's not all it seems sometimes. I love my job, but being a naturally compassionate person, keeps me from developing real relationships with people outside of work, because I hate investing myself in relationships with people and becoming close, just for that to go down the drain when the friendships over. I'm too valuable as a person to give my friendship to just anyone."

"Preach girl." Bonnie drunkenly chimed in.

"And I mean that for men too. We as women are valuable, and we deserve valuable men."

"Well, I can't say what a relief it is that Klaus spoke about our threesome before. It seems like one of those awkward ways to introduce yourself to someone. And, I'm just not trying to be fake." Caroline said.

"No, I totally get it. Which is why I had to introduce myself to you. I knew the other way around, would've been a harder ice breaker." They both laughed and then sighed. "Well, I'm excited for the journey he and I are on. We are going to take it slow."

"Good for you guys." Caroline smiled. "Oh my God!" Then she jumped for joy.

"What Care? You okay?"

"Bon! Bon, the baby moved!" Caroline exclaimed happily, "The baby moved." She smiled so hard, grabbed Bonnie's hand and put it on her stomach.

"Seriously?" Bonnie sat her empty glass down and stooped next to Caroline and touched her belly waiting.

"That's so beautiful. I wish I wanted children." Cami smiled.

"You don't?"

"Not really, after two miscarriages I got my tubes tied. And luckily for me, Klaus is clipped."

"What do you mean?"

"It's no secret. Klaus was promiscuous all those years. But he knew he couldn't have kids. He's very open about it. He often jokes about it distastefully. I find it a pugnacious point of disagreement between us." Cami was distracted by hearing her name being called from inside. It was Klaus and she got up. "Excuse me ladies."

"Yeah sure." Caroline looked over to her best friend and eagerly whispering into Bonnie's ear. "He's basically shooting blanks. He's fucking clipped."

"I know. I know. Oh my God." They were whispering. Both Davina and Cami walked back inside and Bonnie and Caroline hugged each other. "I've never been so happy to hear that a man's got himself fixed." Bonnie laughed.

"Do you have any idea how happy I am? How much I want to go find Stefan and tell him."

"You should go find him. He deserves to know, Caroline. Come on, I'll take you to him." Bonnie stood up and helped Caroline over to the inside of the party, where Caroline didn't want to be, around all of the alcohol. It reeked to her senses and made her nauseous. Once they walked inside, they spotted Elena.

"Bonnie, can we talk?"

"No."

"Listen, Bonnie... don't you wonder why I know about you and Kol?" Suddenly Bonnie stopped. It was peculiar how Elena threw that comment about he magical night with Kol. She turned and looked at Elena. "I knew I'd get your attention."

"Elena, I don't want to know-"

"I told him to go to your room that night. I called Damon, that night. I knew in my mind, if I called Damon, he'd come running. So, I know Kol really liked you. And I told him, that there was no way, my best friend would sleep with Damon. I told him, you were better than that Bonnie. So, I called Damon that night to protect you. I didn't want you making a mistake." Bonnie stood still, speechless. How was she supposed to take this bullshit? Elena was a woman she thought she knew, well until about six months ago. Now she's standing in the face of a woman, who's insulting her, by admitting to sabotaging her first night with Damon in Las Vegas.

"I'm not sure if I'm more offended that you sabotaged my night with Damon, that you are telling me your the reason Kol and I hooked up, or that your lying about protecting me?"

"You and Kol?" Her entire face fell when she heard Damon's voice. She looked back at him, after realizing what she said, and back to Elena.

"I get it. You just don't stop. Every move you make is calculated." Damon stood there, without saying another word. "I really do feel sorry for you. You should pray Damon's the father, because it's clear you're heart is cold and dead inside." Bonnie turned to him and he looked at her, and she knew, it was time to leave the party.

"Let's go." Is all he said. No smile, no smirk, no assurance that they would even be okay after this trip. But he wouldn't, let them look like they were falling apart. He grabbed her by her hand, and held it as they left the party. Watching them walk away holding hands made Elena feel a burning under her skin, she hadn't felt since she found out they were married. The anger topped her being again, and she walked away from them, into the party and slammed the door loud enough to show them she was pissed.

oOo

They got to the elevator, and quickly let go hands. It was a temporary united front. He pressed the room floor and she waited until he got off the elevator, and she stood there. Without the feel of her presence he turned around. "Bon?" He held the elevator.

"I just, I don't know if I can be alone with you."

"What? Why?"

"I just don't think, we should put ourselves in a position, to fight."

"Bonnie, don't be foolish. I'm your husband. I'm asking you to get off the elevator. We need to fix this." He spoke with a level of sternness she'd not been used to from him.

"Fix what? Lies can't be fixed. Once a lie leaves your mouth, it's been said. You can't unspeak it."

"Well, that goes for both of us, now doesn't it?" But he wasn't letting up.

"Totally different and unfair." She became defensive.

"Is it? Because a lie is a lie. Whether or not by omission." Damon walked into the elevator, and grabbed his wife, by the hand, and pulled her out. Tonight wasn't the night for Bonnie to have her way. He wasn't having it.

oOo

Caroline stood near Stefan while he grabbed a drink. He was still talking to Klaus and Elijah, and she was looking off to the side when she saw Elena come in slamming the door. Elena didn't realize Caroline and Stefan were there and she walked back towards the balcony and pulled out her phone, dialing a number. Caroline avoided having a conflict with her. But she made sure to pay attention to her behavior. She started yelling on the phone, and throwing her hands in the air. There weren't any people on the balcony that Caroline knew, except strangers.

"Hey, you okay?" Stefan asked, distracting her.

"I'm okay. Except the fact that Bonnie's hurting."

"Will you excuse us?" Stefan asked the two men, pulling Caroline to the side. "Hey, you can't let Elena, get to you. She's a liar. And Bonnie, should know better than to trust it."

"Stefan, two hours ago, Bonnie was gushing about wanting start a family. Now, she's feeling betrayed."

"Bonnie's a grown up. Damon's grown a grown. They'll figure it out."

Caroline looked at him and then Elena, and with a heavy eye roll, she followed with, "It's not their maturity I'm worried about. I mean, what if, he's the father? What if... he and Elena are going to be in each other's lives forever, because of this?"

"Then, they'll figure it out. Just like we will. Our situation isn't far off, from theirs. So, if you're wondering why I'm keeping a cool head about the situation with them and Elena, it's because, I understand how Bonnie feels. And if she needs someone to lean on, I'll be here for her too."

She smiled at him, almost forgetting about the news about Klaus and imagining how they'd come such a long way. The two of them were at a place, where they'd become family. Not only to one another but to both Bonnie and Damon as well. They'd become a strong family unit, and were protective of each other.

"Thanks." She said sweetly.

"She's my family too. Your forget, she married my brother. I don't want to see this hurt them. Anyways, it's been a long night. We can stay, of you want. But, I'm okay with going back to the room too."

"Why don't you enjoy yourself. Have some more drinks, and we can leave in a little while. I actually like Camille. She's really funny."

"Yeah. Sure. We can stay."

"Please, grab me some Ginger Ale though. I need something other than water to drink. I'm craving one really bad." Stefan stepped away to oblige her, when he saw Elena walking towards them.

"You shouldn't drink Ginger Ale. The carbonation will make you gassy." A familiar scratching sound hit Caroline's ears.

"No, Elena, you shouldn't be within ten feet of me. You give me heartburn."

"Caroline, I can't understand why you have a problem with me still. What happened between us was months ago. This pregnancy happened months ago. It's not like I'm sleeping with him now. I just can't seem to get the dynamic duo to let bygones be bygones. We both said some hurtful things in Vegas."

Elena stood there, completely baffled by the disconnect, as it pertained to an incident from six months ago. "What's your angle, here Elena?"

"I don't have an angle."

"Seriously? Suddenly, your pregnant. Your half my size, and Damon's the father. Yet, you wanted nothing to do with kids for the sake of your body, and your lifestyle. And I'm supposed to believe, we got pregnant the same time?"

"Yes. I don't have a reason to lie."

"Except... you do. Bonnie's with Damon."

"Damon, is no good. He's using her."

"What? That man, gives her everything. Quit with the bullshit."

"I told Bonnie, Damon was no good. If he could go from me to her, what makes her think he won't do that to her, with someone else."

"If I'm not mistaken, you were sleeping wth multiple men, while he was trying to settle down with you. So, remind me... What exactly did he do?"

"Went bed hoping from me to her."

"Now your implying he's using her for sex."

"Maybe that's not what they are now. But that's how they started. He was keeping his bed warm. And she was clearly into Kol that night, or they wouldn't have hung out."

"You will easily justify your actions, by passing blame. What you did to them tonight was unspeakable. It wasn't what a friend would do, to a friend. So, don't give me that crap about looking out for her."

"We are grown women. We should be able to be honest. Her and Damon are married. She didn't tell me. She married my ex, Caroline. Have you, ANY, idea how that feels? Have you any idea, what it feels like to find out your former best friend married your ex?" Elena gasped, and threw her hand on her hip. "Regardless of what you think of me... I'm human. You girls act like I don't have feelings."

"And that's our fault? You don't keep in touch, ask us about our lives, and you think and act as if you're better than us. When you grew up in the neighborhood, just like us. So, get it straight... we had your back, until you showed us, you didn't have ours. Now if you'll excuse me... Stefan gave us some privacy, but I think I need to go find my boyfriend."

"Caroline...?"

Elena called out to the blond when she walked away. Caroline stopped and turned towards her. "What Elena?"

"Congratulations. If I didn't say it. I'm happy for you. With all things considered. I'm happy that your pregnant, when you didn't think it was possible."

"Thanks. You too, I guess."

Caroline half-assed her return compliment, out of respect for Bonnie. But really, Caroline had no idea how to feel about it. She wasn't happy for Elena, because of how she went about it. But, she was clearly not trying to be a bitch about a pregnancy, knowing how much her own pregnancy brought her joy.

"Hey, I got you a Ginger Ale, with some lemon wedges. I know how much you like those these days. And I know they help with your nausea." She looked at Stefan, and felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. But also exhaustion. It was best for her to leave the party. She needed him to relieve her of stress immediately, in the only way he could.

"Let's go back to the room. I have some good news for you."

"Me? Good news? Do I really want to know?"

"Oh yeah." She shook her head, grinning from ear to ear. "You definitely, want to know." Then she leaned over and nibbled his ear. "And I'm really... really... (nibble, nibble)... in need of some stress relief." (Nibble).

"Say no more." He happily wrapped up his good byes, and left the party.

oOo

Meanwhile...

A standoff, ensued. Bonnie and Damon were in their suite. They weren't talking, and walking around each other, filled with anger, and holding it in. She walked from the bedroom, to the front room, and saw him as he poured Bourbon into a glass, and stood with his shirt unbuttoned, and had a pack of cigarettes on the counter top. She didn't see the cigarettes, just the Bourbon, and left the situation, headed for the balcony.

She closed the door behind her, and sat on a chair, perfectly calm yet aggravated. The sound of the Wild waves crashing, and the mariachi music below, while a crowd of people celebrated and danced, was supposed to be the setting of their next love making scene. Loving each other, in the atmosphere, on that balcony, overlooking the moonlight, as it was reflected in the ocean. Elena succeeded in driving a quick wedge between the two of them. She looked out at the crashing waves, and the lights, and tried to remind herself, what a drama queen Elena was. But it didn't matter. The idea, that Damon lied, and because of a lie, it could be the reason he may father her children, is what made Bonnie upset. But she also knew, that she wasn't exactly forth coming about Kol and her hanging out. She preferred to anger Damon back then, by saying Kol was a complete gentleman, knowing damn well, that he'd actually, had more of her than she lead Damon to believe.

After several minutes, of aggravated, over analytical silence, he walked out, interrupting her battle with herself, with a cigarette pressed between his lips and was in the middle of lighting it.

"That's an awful habit."

"I know."

"Don't smoke that."

He just finished lighting it, when she said that. He took one drag, and looked at her, exhaling. He didn't say anything. He sat in a chair, at the opposite end of the long balcony, leaned back and took another drag.

"Whatever." She shook her head, and grabbed her phone pretending something was more interesting than him. When, in actuality, she had no concern for her phone, or the people in it.

"Bonnie. About Vegas-"

"Stop. I don't want to hear it." She spoke calmly.

"Why?"

"Because I don't. I'm okay, with who I am. And I don't need to put myself, in a position to judge you, based on a moment of weak insecurity."

"Weak insecurity? Did you say I acted weak, out of insecurity?"

"I did. And that's all I want to say."

"So, I can't speak?" He took a long drag, then exhaled with an exaggerated, "Woooooooow." He laughed a bit, and sat up. She looked at him, and refused to say more. "You have some nerve, B."

"And you have some balls, D. And- ya know what." She caught herself. "Never mind. I'm so not... talking about this." She watched him, watch her and take another puff, and when she couldn't handle it, she got up and headed back inside of the hotel, to which, he put his cigarette out, got up and stopped her, by blocking her. "Move, Damon." She spat out as his biceps blocked the opening. One on each side of his body, keeping her from entering.

"No."

"I'm soooo serious. You're going to make me angry, and-"

"Fuck it, Bon Bon. You're angry already."

"I'm not angry. And... And- Don't Bon Bon me, in a fight."

"So, this IS a fight?" He asked sarcastically

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't. Because you spend more time, avoiding the conflict here, than actually understanding why your mad. Spit it out, B. Say what you gotta say or ask what you really wanna ask!"

"I'm not about to fight with you, Damon." The truth is she feared the worst.

"Oh no?" He asked sarcastically. "What are you about to do then?"

"I'm about to go, and calm down. I'm about to head to the bar and have a drink to calm down." She attempted again, to push past him, and he stopped her. Again.

"No, you're not." He looked her in the eyes with finality, and she kept from extending on the conflict, by turning away from him.

"Says who?"

"Says that, diamond ring on your left hand!"

Bonnie looked down at her ring, and back at him, as if she'd thought he was joking. "Are you serious? Soooo... you want to trap me by my ring. Because we're married, I've just got to sit here, and have a fight, I'm not in he mood to have?" She yelled.

"Yes!" He yelled back. "Hell yes. Because, that ring was a promise. And we said, after the last, incident, that we wouldn't go to bed angry anymore. We promised, we'd talk about things."

"Okay. We said we'd talk about things. You told me, you hadn't had a cigarette since long before Vegas. In fact, it was after, you found out about Elijah. You stopped smoking cigarettes."

"I did." He said smugly. "But don't be a smart ass. You know what I meant by talking about things."

"You smoked tonight." She said avoiding him.

"Bonnie, I smoke, when I'm highly stressed. If I'm being honest, I last smoked, when you and I got back from Vegas, and had that huge fight, and I thought you hated me. It's a cigarette. One fucking cigarette, every blue moon."

"You're a fucking doctor. You should know better."

"Should I? Because everyone knows, doctors make horrible decisions with their own health. And stop deflecting you stubborn brat."

"Brat!"

"Bonnie!" He yelled, the more she deflected, driving him crazy. "Why... are you avoiding this conversation?"

"Because, the sooner we have it..." she watched him back away from her, and walk backwards into the hotel suite, so he could give her space... "the sooner we talk about this, the sooner, we'll realize, we've made a mistake."

"What?" He asked, releasing a breath he didn't realize, he was holding captive, and feeling like, she was about to shut down. "What mistake?"

"I don't know." Bonnie shook her head, rubbing her hand through the waves of hair on one side of her face, and looking at her bare feet, as she kicked her heels somewhere across the beautiful room, which he'd had decked in multiple romantic gestures. From roses, to candy, to wine, champagne, chocolate dipped fruits, boxes of lingerie, and more. The way he'd wanted this trip to go, wasn't happening. The first two days, were spent making glorious love, and the past few hours were spent, not talking and deflecting. "Damon, we just rushed and got married. We'd had sex once, and got married. Sex, isn't love. It doesn't equal love."

"Wow. I was waiting for that moment to happen. The moment you decide for the two of us, that we made a mistake. Fuck it took what... six months? Wow. This, is obviously not a huge shocker!"

"Then why ask me to partake in this moment?"

"We are adults."

"No. You are my best friend. And you lied, and I lied, and how can we possibly be to each other, what we thought we were two days ago, after tonight?"

"Because, we are us. We were friends first."

"Then, we had sex in Vegas, and made a promise we couldn't keep. We said we wouldn't ruin the friendship, and look. Sex happened, and-"

"We were friends, Bonnie. For three years. I know the ins and outs of you and Enzo's relationship. I know, why you and Mason, kept seeing each other. I know what you've been through with Elena, and that you go to Vegas every year to watch a show at the Rio, and stay there, in tribute and memory of your mother. I know, you're father was killed, and you were never, treated the way you deserved by the man you wanted to marry three years ago. Don't strip us down to just sex. We were more than that."

"Damon... we lied to each other."

"It happens, sometimes. We're not perfect."

"No. The two of us, were supposed to be different."

"We are."

"I'm not talking about this. Not during this trip. I'm not going to let her get to me. I'm going downstairs, to have a drink. You have your Bourbon and cigarette, and I'll go have a martini, and maybe a cigar." Her sarcasm was annoying him. "And I'm going... Alone. I need to think." She didn't bother with her heels. She still had on her beautiful yellow, backless number. She threw on some chanclas and walked toward the door.

"Bonnie... if you're not back here, in a couple of hours... I'm going to come find you."

"Of course, Dear Hubby." She smirked, and slammed the door. She wasn't reacting to anything, and it left him, wanting to react to everything. This woman, left him without knowing what happened between her and Kol. And that's when he realized, she was afraid to tell him. So, she deflected, and kept the argument from going there. He gave it two hours. The countdown, began.

oOo

Stefan and Caroline lay in bed kissing. He'd gently began caressing her body, in the areas, that were especially sensitive during her pregnancy. He didn't bother, taking breaks between kissing. He knew his mouth, and his hands together, formed the perfect combination of things to get Caroline to get out of her head, and jump into his mind.

He'd luckily gotten her to leave the lights on since being in Mexico. And watching her while he made love to her was the most beautiful thing to him.

The connection of their lips, would gently force them to pull apart for milliseconds before reconnecting, and making soft smacking noises. She used her lack of patience to pull his shirt off quickly, so they could go back to kissing. The ripple of his abs felt like a washboard against her fingertips. His hands moved to her head, and the tips of his own fingers, gripped her hair from the root, and pulled her in much closer.

When she finally allowed him to come up for air, she stare into his eyes. Then she moved her eyes to his lips, and back to his soft eyes. They loved staring into one another's eyes. "I don't want to get my hopes up. But I won't lie, it made me happy to know it's a possibility."

"Why would she lie?"

"I don't know. So that you don't mention it to Klaus."

"Babe. She's got no reason to lie."

"I've never heard that from any of them, and I've know the Mikaelson's for a long time."

Ugh, Stefan... don't ruin the moment. Maybe it's true, maybe it's not. But live in this moment. Quit being a realist right now. Be an optimist, and let's have sex, like we just got the best news of our lives." He looked down at her belly, realizing she couldn't lay on it anymore. He turned her around, with her back facing him. Then slowly, he removed her panties. He gently spread her legs, while she lay on her side, and got himself ready. His fingers gently cupped her heat, and just the feel of his hand on her made her stomach tingle.

"Oh, baby." She closed her eyes and hummed. His lips moved to her ears and quietly fed her sweet nothings.

"Relax baby. Just let me do all the work. Open your legs, and let me touch your pussy."

She opened her legs, and whimpered like a kitten. "Mmm...Hmmm." Her mouth, hummed sweetly, while his hand held her need.

"You like that?"

"Yes."

"Good. You're so wet." He whispered softly into her ear, and gently massaged her clit, until the heat from inside of her, lathered his fingers. "Mmmm. Can I taste you? I want to taste your sweet pussy. I bet I can make the baby move again."

"Yessssssss." She cried some more. "Please..." he moved down to her legs, and kept her body to the side, and moved between her thighs, letting her top leg, rest on the side of his shoulder. While she lay on her side, he buried himself deep into her inner thighs and started to lick her gently. "Oh, yes." He continued pleasing her while his body lay at the edge of the bed. All she felt was the warmth of his mouth covering her wetness, and becoming one with her. "Oh... my...ffff... Stefan!" She moaned loudly, "Right there. Don't stop. Ahhh. Yes, yes... Mmmmm." His tongue dove deeper, and she nearly choked him, with the grip of her clenching thighs, until then the lights blacked out and she felt a heavy jerk, knocking naked Stefan Stefan off the bed.

oOo

Damon sat in the room long enough. At the turning point of an hour, he couldn't stare at the walls of the room. He put his shirt back on and headed towards the door. He'd rather walk on the beach, then sit there and wait. Which is what he did. He walked to the beach, and passed the bar. He thought to grab a drink, that is until... he spotted her. He saw her sitting alone, and thought to go to her, but instead he gave her space. When he made it to the beach, he was struggling with the idea that he might become a father. So, when he saw Elena on the beach, the last thing he wanted to do, was have a heart to heart with her. But he'd noticed she'd been crying, alone. So, he approached her for some answers, and he'd try to be as understanding as he could, as his feet reached the water, he stayed a little further back than her. She let her feet rest in the water.

"What's going on?" He asked casually.

"Oh, like you care?" She quickly wiped her cheeks.

"That's your problem. You're really bad at knowing when someone cares about you."

"Oh please. You don't care. None of you do. Everyone sees one person, and I thought, at one point, you were one of the people who saw the real me. But really, you took Bonnie and Caroline's harsh words in Vegas and ran with it."

"You know, I have no time for this. We won't get into who cared more between the two of us. We won't act like you and Bonnie didn't have a one-sided friendship. Don't forget, I heard you talk shit, all the time. We won't bicker, about a relationship that was doomed and decorated in lies from the start. And we won't act like, I'm supposed to be someone I'm not to you, just because you claim your pregnant by me. Get one thing straight. This news..." he shook his head, in disbelief, "this news is heartbreaking. Not because your pregnant, but because it all feels misplaced. And I've always been a pawn in the game of Elena's life. And now, this child, or these children are just more chess pieces for you. It feels so wrong. But if by chance, those are my children, then we will respectfully deal with each other for the sake of them, after a paternity test. Otherwise, you and I have no business. This pregnancy, better not be some game, like everything else is to you."

"It's not a game. Okay? I didn't try to get pregnant."

"Elena you were on birth control. I wrote your prescription. I know, there's still some chance you can get pregnant on birth control. I'm aware, but come on. You were adamant. I hate being lied to and fucked with. And you did that to me, over and over again." He said to her, while she looked out to the wildly crashing waves. These waves were growing by the minute tonight.

"I know. And honestly, it's awful to find out the way you did. But, I found out you were married through another source. And it hurt me."

"Who?" He asked angrily. He'd purposely not told her or anyone about the marriage, so he and Bonnie could decide if marriage was what they really wanted. It made no sense to mention it until after they'd given it a try and known for sure, if Vegas was a sham or if it was real.

"I can't tell you."

"Oh, bullshit. We're grown ups!"

"Still, you didn't tell me, so I don't owe that to you."

"Okay, you see. I can't. I just can't with you Elena. Goodbye." He walked away, as he'd grown tired of playing her games.

"Damon wait!"

"No! I waited for you, for years... I've been done waiting. I love my wife! I love her, and you will respect that. I'll be at the hospital next week swabbing."

"Fuck you. They're yours, Damon. I know they are." He had no patience for her. He kept walking away from her. And no quicker than he did, he felt the hard wind of some wild waves push ashore, and when he turned, he felt a hard jolt, and saw Elena taken down by a wave. He ran out to her and jumped into the water, to swim after her. He had no idea what happened, just that, within a second, she was there, then she was gone.

oOo

Bonnie sat at the bar for about twenty minutes. She wanted, so badly, to go to a different resort, or bar. She wanted to leave and avoid seeing anyone. But, she knew her husband would search for her, until he found her, and he'd raise hell, no matter what embarrassment it cost him. And it made sense to leave. But in her mind, hurting Damon, was the last thing she wanted to do.

She just wanted to sort through her thoughts, and figure out how she should react. Or if she should even react. Was she overreacting, or not reacting enough? Did it need to mean anything, that she lied, or he lied? The dynamics of modern day relationships, were hard to read. Comprehension, meant text messaging and Facebook status checking. Completion, was apparently marriage. But, maybe they were more complete before this sham of a marriage. Her body loved him, her mind loved him, but her heart was afraid of everyone except Caroline.

Talking to Damon... meant hearing the truth. It meant, him being honest, and her being honest. Maybe she'd find out he was never over Elena, or that, their relationship, was based on a lie. Or maybe, she'd realize, what they have is real, and that she can't run from it, she'd have to work on it. Suddenly, Enzo's cold feet about their relationship wasn't so bad. She understood the pressure it meant to be committed. It meant being responsible, for protecting the feeling of someone else. She never knew she could hurt a person the way she was hurt. Holding on to the idea of protecting his heart was responsibility beyond measure. What an adult, thing to do.

She wasn't sure she could do it. No... that's not it. She wasn't sure he could do it. Better yet... she feared, failing at marriage. Even, if the marriage was a sham, for five seconds... she loves him. And she couldn't just swallow the pill she was given tonight, without realizing the two of them were dealing with some hard repercussions, and side affects.

Now an hour and a half had gone by. She was now, heavily medicated with alcohol. She'd listened to some beautiful Spanish ballads. She'd remembered how much, this trip meant their coming out as a couple, and the need to end the mental temporary status of their Las Vegas, wedding dare.

"Another drink?"

"Yes, please. Same thing." She replied to the bartender, who wasn't half of the martini perfectionist that Rocco was from back home. She missed going there after work, with Caroline and complaining about the men in their lives, and having a good Vesper. And this bar... didn't have gin. They only made vodka martinis, because it was their signature Martini. Things weren't going her way tonight. It wasn't the martini that happened to be the worse part of the moment she needed alone. The worst moment came, when a dirty blond walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder.

"Bonnie, darling?"

She turned slowly. And he was standing, in his suit, and he looked like he'd had a rough night. Some beautiful Spanish ballad was being sung in the background, and this was the perfect setting for a dance, between two people, who'd decided to find the romance, in the scenery. He looked like he needed a friend, and she looked like she had enough.

"Can I sit?"

"I don't own the seat." She turned back towards the bartender as he sat her Martini down.

"I'll take a scotch please." Bonnie sipped her drink, and subtly crossed her legs. Kol took one look at the skin of her back, and legs before sitting down. "How can you be sitting alone?"

"Same reason you're alone Kol. I suppose, I'm composing myself." He could feel, that she was irritated, but she had a hard time showing she'd been affected. But, it was apparent she was drunk.

"Where is the man, who never lets you have a moment alone?"

"You really don't have the right, to question my husband. Or me, for that matter." Without further reciprocated interest, she rolled her eyes and went back to drinking and not making eye contact.

"Ouch. I'm sorry. I honestly, had no idea, about everything. I found out upon coming to Mexico. I swear it."

"I don't care, Kol." Bonnie crossed her legs the other direction, because her frustration was getting the best of her, and now, she needed to balance herself out, as she was finding her eyes dizzying when she looked around to anything but her glass.

"Talk to me. Please. I feel like you blame me, and I had nothing to do with this."

"Seriously Kol?!" Her drink went flying into his face, not only burning his eye, but catching him off guard. She stood up, and yelled. "Go to hell. And take her with you." She stood up firmly, and walked off towards the lobby, and back the elevator. She forced her body to cooperate with her, even if it had its own agenda. He rose to his feet, walking after her quickly.

"Bonnie! Bonnie! Wait. Please." She kept walking until he reached her at the elevator. "What, did I do? I had no idea you were at the bar. I literally came here to calm down from everything. I just needed a moment alone. Seeing you here, wasn't how I saw this night going. I swear, and the rest of the night, I tried stay away, from you and Damon. After he saw us talking at the bar during dinner, I knew, I was the last person you needed around."

"You're still the last person I need around. To be honest, I can't even look at you. Just stay away from me Kol. The last thing I need is another pity party from you." She pushed the elevator button to close the door, and he stopped it, walking inside. "What the hell?"

"Pity party?"

"Don't play dumb. Elena told me, and thank God she did. Because, Damon was right about you."

"Elena! What did she tell you? What are you talking about?" The elevator doors closed, and she stood on the opposite end of the elevator, from him.

"The night we hung out Kol. Don't play dumb. And further more, I'm so good on you. Like, go away." She stumbled a bit when the elevator moved, in her drunken state, and he tried to help her. "Don't touch me, Kol. I don't need your help."

"You're about to pass out. You're kind of drunk."

"I'm kind of, fine! Seriously. Stop trying to help." She leaned hard into the mirrored-elevator wall, and he grabbed her body, picking her up. "Put me down."

"You can hardly make it without some guided help. Let me help you. I'm not going to try anything. But, you're all over the place. I care about you, enough to help you."

"Care? Pft, please." She laughed. She continued to laugh, as his words, felt like blinded ignorance. She tried wiggling out of his grasp, and he continued to hold her up, so she wouldn't fall. "You are an asshole, and your sweet girlfriend is somewhere. Go find her. I have a husband, that I love. And while you and I HAD something special. Key word, HAD. It means nothing anymore."

Kol stood her up again, and looked her in the eye, holding her firmly by her shoulders, and standing too close. His body trapped her into the wall, and he towered over her. His strong hands held her shoulders against her wall, and she wanted nothing more but to look away from him, but her eyes were drawn to the dark mysteriousness of his dark brown eyes. She swallowed, when she felt his eyes on her lips. He was too close for comfort. "What did Elena tell you?"

"Move. I'm trying to be calm. But you're making me angry."

"I'm here as you're friend. And I want you to be happy. If HE, makes you happy. Then so be it. I wouldn't jeopardize what we had, to ruin your happiness."

"We had one night of almost unprotected sex. That's it." He felt like sobering her up, because she was acting cold. She looked at him blankly. And he was confused. "Kol, I just want to get upstairs, before Damon finds me. He'll kill you, and I'm not sure I'd stop him. You being on this elevator, is like... some type of death wish."

"Let him kill me. I'm just making sure my friend is okay. If he's insecure about that, I can't possibly, change that. I don't care about him. I care about you." She looked beyond him, at the elevator numbers as they increased, ignoring him. "You're angry, but not at me. In fact, your want to be angry at me, so you can ignore the fact that, you really did like me, that weekend we met." Bonnie pushed his body away from hers. Was he speaking truth, or was he overstepping his boundaries? One thing was for sure, she was feeling dizzy, and once she pushed him away, she realized she couldn't hold her balance. Suddenly, the elevator stopped, and the power went out. The earth shook, and it shook hard. It was an earthquake. "Bonnie, Bonnie!" Kol heard Bonnie's body jerk hard against the wall making a loud painful sounding thud. As the earth shook harder, she was thrown into him. He caught her in his arms, before she fell to the floor. The earth quake lasted for about a minute, of heavy jerking. Lights flickered, and he thought he felt blood. He held her body close to his and dropped to the ground, covering her body with his, to avoid the broken mirrored glass inside of the elevator. Her body felt lifeless and he just gripped her tighter, until the earth stopped controlling the moment. When it finally stopped, he realized she was unconscious. The lights didn't come back on. And when he hit the buttons on the elevator, nothing happened. The power was still out, and he was trapped in this elevator, with no lights, no electrical power to the elevator, and a drunk and unconscious Bonnie, who he couldn't see, but knew, she was badly injured.

Thank you For reading ;) Feel free to drop predictions, or thoughts...