Fix You

Bonnie Bennett tries counseling.

"Normal people have a few regrets.", she starts off and her counselor nods. His eyes just look at her as he waits patiently for her to continue, "But me?", she snorts and gives an ironic smile, "I've got tons."

He nods again.

She wants to fucking punch that calm look off his face.

"Why don't you tell me about them, Bonnie."

She reconsiders, though, because she can't really hurt a vampire with a simple punch in the face.

(Instead, she gives Damon Salvatore, PhD, a motherfucking aneurism.)

(He takes it calmly.)

"My grandmother died."

"Do you think it's your fault?"

She pulls her knees closer to her chest, "I could've done something more. I could've-"

"You could've got killed instead?"

She furrows her brows in spite, "Yes."

He puts his pen down, "And how would have that been helpful to the situation?"

"I wouldn't have to go to fucking counseling, for example.", she replies.

Bonnie Bennett tries counseling.

Three weeks in, she decides it's not really her thing.

Damon Salvatore, PhD, turns to the door even before they open. He reaches Bonnie in a flash.

"You've missed the last two sessions, Ms. Bennett."

"Oh, shut it, Salvatore."

He laughs, "Bad day?"

"Isn't it always?", she takes a seat.

He picks up his pen, "And how does that make you feel, Ms. Bennett."

"Bonnie.", she corrects, "And don't do that shrink-shit on me, Salvatore."

"I wouldn't really call it 'shrink-shit', Bonnie."

She laughs, "Okay. Crap, then. Isn't as catchy, though."

He shakes his head, "Lets continue."

She wonders why the fuck did she ever agree to this.

Oh, right. Caroline.

"I killed a person."

"You were under a spell, Bonnie."

She's rocking back and forth in her chair, her hands folded in her lap as tears run down her cheeks. Her voice breaks, "I killed someone, Damon.", she looks up at him.

He lets go of his pen, putting his notebook on the table. He slowly gets up and walks to her. she doesn't look at him. Soon, though, she feels his arms around her shoulders and finds herself leaning in. She holds on to his shirt and sobs, screams, cries.

"I killed someone.", her voice is hoarse.

"So did I."

"Thank you."

He nods, "You're welcome."

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

He furrows his brows, "What?"

"Just stop it, okay?", she says in irritation, "Stop with all the cool attitude and those fucking nods. Just stop."

He puts his pen and papers on the side and leans in, resting his elbows on his knees, "Why does that bother you, Bonnie?"

She leaves.

"I never thank anyone."

He smiles, "I never apologise."

She nods and walks in past him, "Good to know."

"You're in early, Ms. Benn-."

"Bonnie."

"Bonnie.", he corrects himself, "Why?"

She shrugs, "Maybe I like it here?", it's more of a question.

He nods, accepting the answer, "How are you today, Bonnie?"

She cleares her throat before she starts talking about the nightmares.

"It's not really professional to go out with a patient, Ms. Bennett.", he says, chuckling, as she leans in.

"I'm incurable, Mr. Salvatore.", she says, teasing him, "I'm sure there is an exception for that."

He laughs, "You know, Ms. Bennett,", he says, putting his arms on her waist, "I think there is."