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[the-real-sasuke-uchiha]

Hey!! I've been ruminating this in my brain for a while and just saw some of ur posts discussing Danzo so I was wondering what you thought about this. Stick with me for a sec:

So, when Danzo brings up the massacre to Itachi, it's always irked me because why him? Beyond him being an Uchiha and easily manipulated via patriotism, why did it have to be Itachi - especially since Danzo sorta implies that if Itachi doesn't do it, then he'll send his Foundation members to wipe everyone out (aka he's being magnanimous - in his head - by giving Itachi this 'choice' to save Sasuke) but why would he want that? He already has the corpse desecration down pat, he loses Itachi as a resource for the most part. And sure, I can see him more or less wanting someone left to use for breeding later to replenish his Sharingan resource but he's also had no issues doing other horrible shit 'for Konoha'.

Long story short (finally, sorry) I am fairly certain Danzo knew that he couldn't have actually gotten rid of the Uchiha with his Foundation. It had to have been Itachi ortherwise it would've devolved into a loud conflict and he couldn't be sure he'd wipe them out. He banked on Itachi because he was Uchiha and so less likely to raise alarm until way to late if at all which pisses me off more cuz then if Itachi had said no then what could Danzo have done except actually let it be known how bad things have gotten with the Uchiha.

I also think (tho this is even more headcanony) that he couldn't risk the other clan heads finding out about the full scope of his bullshit here. Cuz while I have issues with them, I cannot see most clans taking the constant surveilence of the Uchiha (based on less than rumours tbh) as anything but a potential threat to themselves (they own bias notwithstanding, they tend to be prideful generally, especially the Hyuga) so a bigger civil war was likely to erupt if it got out. So again, it had to be Itachi otherwise it wouldn't have worked and I wish again that we'd gotten to see a version where Itachi says no.

Anyways, beyong Danzo being a dick and Itachi being the easiest option for the massacre, do u think other aspects led to that decision?

Also wanted to say, its so refreshing seeing your poats about Sasuke. And so validating! Thank you for that!

Hi there, dear! Thank you for the ask, and I am so happy that you like it here. Sorry I took so long to answer u.u

I think you nailed it. He needed Itachi basically for two reasons:

1-He needed someone from the inside, someone the Uchiha would not suspect, and with big ocular powers to counter the sharingan. The immense love Fugaku and Mikoto had for Itachi, who they didn't even try to fight, also benefited him, although there is no indication that he was expecting this.

2-He needed someone from the Uchiha clan to lay the blame of the genocide on the victims. To wash his hands of the matter. Remember Tobirama saying the Uchiha killed themselves? Well, that was the point. To pretend the Uchiha were to blame, that this was an internal conflict, that it was their own fault, and Konoha had nothing to do with it. And this was exactly what they told everyone: Itachi was a vicious criminal that killed his family for no reason, the Uchiha were exterminated by a soulless fratricide.

So, basically, he was increasing his chances of success while keeping Konoha's name clean and dumping all the blame on Itachi. He took advantage of a traumatized child, exploited his war trauma and his feeling of estrangement towards his family, threatened him with a hypothetical civil war that most likely would have never happened, and threatened to kill his little brother, the person Itachi loved most in the world. The fact that they not only exterminated the Uchiha, but used a child of their own group to do the dirty job, adds even more infamy to the matter, if it is even possible.

Thank you again for the ask, and take care!

[shallowseeker]

Thank you again, @minalblood! You inspired me to do my best to showcase Sam as unreliable but loveable and hypocritical but well-meaning!

Next, I'll be making a trembling effort to work on For your crimes against the most high. Hope it's as rewarding and Hellacious as writing this one turned out to be.

Truth & despair *COMPLETE*

"The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable."

Synopsis: In an attempt to tackle his grief, Sam rifles through the bunker footage to discover the truth of Castiel's death. The footage leaves him with more questions than answers. (The one where Dean's recollection of events...does not match the footage.)

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Focus: Supernatural post-15x19 fic, TFW grieving badly, Bad therapy attempts with Mia Vallens, False memories, The Shadow is in love with Cas, Jack and Amara are AWOL

Characters: Dean/Castiel, Dean & Sam, Sam & Dean & Cas & Jack, Eileen Leahy, Mia Vallens, Chuck Shurley, Becky & the Rosen-Baron fam, Donatello Redfield, The Empty, Amara, Jack as God, Rowena MacLeod, Sam POV and Sam is blessedly annoying

Content warning: Major character death (Castiel), poor coping mechanisms (Dean), and encroachment of personal boundaries (Sam). Eventual happy ending.

Updates every weekend!

Proofread by @minalblood & finished for @tenderthunder

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Ch 01: (~4200 words, ~17 minutes) - In an attempt to tackle his grief, Sam rifles through the bunker footage to track down Cas’s last moments. The footage leaves him with more questions than answers.

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Ch 02: (~5700 words, ~23 minutes) Mia admonishes Sam for his breach of boundaries, and Dean suffers his first meltdown.

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Ch 03: (~5200 words, ~20 minutes) Sam leans into unhealthy coping mechanisms that nearly get them killed.

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Ch 04: (~4700 words, ~18 minutes) Snapped out of Chuck’s grand finale, Sam and Dean wonder what’s next.

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Ch 05: (~5250 words, ~21 minutes) In need of Becky Rosen’s laptop, Chuck and the Winchesters track her to a safe house in the recesses of the Wallowa Mountains, Oregon. En route, the roadways are riddled with mysterious sinkholes. Dean admits he’s drawn to them.

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Ch 06: (~7500 words, ~30 minutes) - Chuck shows his true colors, but Dean’s the real problem.

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Ch 07: (~7200 words, ~28 minutes) - Dean takes a leap of faith. Sam follows.

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Ch 08: (~7100 words, ~28 minutes) - Sam and Dean tunnel their way into The Empty. It's not empty.

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Ch 09 (~ 6200 words, ~25 minutes) - Unable to rid Castiel of the cooling Empty gunk, Sam and Dean transport him back to the Barons’ house and attempt to free him.

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Ch 10 (~ 6200 words, ~25 minutes) - Hoping to track Jack and Amara, Team Free Will returns to Washaway Beach to perform a potent locator spell.

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Ch 11 (~8000 words, ~32 minutes) - Sam and Chuck crash-land in a lush landscape and run afoul of Amara. She taunts Sam, promising that Jack will never return, at least not of his own free will.

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Ch 12 (~10800 words, ~43 minutes) - Jack's got everything he needs right here. Why would he ever leave?

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Ch 13 (~8000 words, ~32 minutes) - Sam awakens in the shallow waters of Washaway Beach...alongside the prone body of Jack Kline.

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Ch 14 (~10200 words, ~40 minutes) - Maybe Sam can't fix everything. Maybe that's okay.

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Ch 15/ Epilogue (~17000 words, ~68 minutes) - Then, Dean welcomed Cas back from The Empty. Now, they deal with the fallout.

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Fanfiction: The Vampire Diaries

Relationship : Damon Salvatore/Lorenzo st John

Title : " To be Your Forever"

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[spnwin-reader]

All hail the prickliest of all: Millie Winchester

Much like a more seasoned Dean, Millie carries the scars of abandonment—and she doesn’t hide it, making it clear from the very start.

JOHN: Love what you've done with the place. MILLIE'S FIRST WORDS: My husband and son walked out on me, so. This is the best I could do.

John swallows, unsure if he’ll get affection or a reprimand. She breaks into a smile.

MILLIE: "Dammit. Welcome home, kiddo!"

I think it was one of my moots (maybe @minalblood?) who pointed out that it becomes more obvious on a second watch that Millie is a hot-and-cold, passive-aggressive figure. Her heart is full of sincere love, but it's been through the wringer, so it's guarded.

While the audience knows Henry did everything to protect them and was true and loyal (there was nothing between Henry and his coworker Josie Sands, for example), the characters don’t.

This mirrors how Castiel’s protectiveness is often more apparent to the audience than to Dean—or even Sam.

Note: Much like Dean calls Jack “kid” and “kiddo,” Millie does the same with John.

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Dean's parallel wound?

Dean, as the cosmic narrator, might be grappling with this too.

His family is mostly accounted for—mom and dad both in heaven, Sam on earth, and he himself left off chatting with Bobby—but what’s missing? Jack and Cas are “somewhere” doing “something.” (Working?)

(1) His son’s attention. The Jack as he knew him left. (It’s unclear if he’s found that in this mini-God version of him by the end of this series). But anyway, from a high level, Jack’s run off to find meaning in the cosmos, to do work for a much larger Heavenly Cause than Dean himself is a part of.

(2) And then there’s Castiel, that aching ABSENCE in the narrative—just as Henry is for Millie. Dean was sundered from Cas without a chance to say goodbye. We will learn that Millie too had a fight with her spouse, and while they always said "I love you" no matter how bad things were, in that fateful last moment... she didn't.

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Millie's garage kitchen

And here it is—our first kitchen, yay! Millie’s Garage Kitchen. It’s almost bunker-like, isn’t it?

Despite the tension and the brokenness between them, John still helps himself to Millie’s garage kitchenette. What an adorable brat!

He helps himself to a beer, like I AM AN ADULT NOW, MAMA!

JOHN (teehee): "What? I'm legal now!"

(Also, a shoutout to the “family-coded” picnic table and the beautiful shot with the garage fan, symbolizing movement, forward motion, and the search for purpose/meaning through work.)

*Snatches beer*

"Not today, idiot-who-illegally-joined-the-Marines-by-forging-his-dad's-signature."

Millie shakes her head, chastising him for running off like that, sidestepping her permission to do something crazy and illegal...

Interesting here, how the signature/initials comes into play here again here. John's father Henry never got to make a proper mark on John's life, so John’s left to forge one, trying to feel connected in the only way he knows.

Millie knows her kid, and she recognizes so astutely that it’s all driven by pain and grief.

MILLIE: "Two years gone, and now look at you."

JOHN (somber): "I'm fine, mom."

MILLIE: "Hell you are! You’ve been chasing your dad since you walked out our door. It's why you enlisted. And it's—it's time to let the past go... (whispers) ... Kiddo."

Of course, neither has she.

He hasn’t let go, and she’s bitter—a woman abandoned. They can’t move on partially because they don’t know what the hell happened. They think Henry just... left. Both are scarred by Henry’s loyalty to his work, unable to reconcile the grief of his sudden absence.

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In Mother’s Little Helper in SPN prime, Henry gets a premonition of their permanent familial separation.

And it’s no accident that he’s on a case where he and his partner are undercover and clothed in religious vestments, a coded “heavenly” duty to the Men of Letters. (Duty that, in Henry’s eyes, came before everything else.)

But tragically, Henry’s premonition and gut instincts were right. He did leave Millie a widow and John fatherless. Later, when he meets Sam and Dean, he’ll describe Millie and especially John as everything. But it’s too late. There was no closure.

They don’t even know that they were so truly loved by him.

(Note: This working pair has distinct s9 & 10 Hannah and Cas-like echoes. The episode culminates in a scene with a black "Baby-like" car—one that feels a bit Dean and hunting-duty coded. That's because the “work” spirals all the way down through each level of life, high to low.)

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What's next?

MILLIE (gets her emotions in check, shoving them down, turning stern): So what are you gonna do next?

Millie is all about motion—always looking forward, never backward. But here, that drive isn’t helping them. Every time they get near anything emotional, Millie shuts it down.

It doesn’t feel like wisdom; it feels more like a dismissal—“get over it.”

If the Campbell way is lone wolfing, then the Winchester way is work, work, work. (Sam knows this one too well!) Keep moving forward, don’t look back. Leave the past in the past.

But here, that mindset isn’t helping. You can read it on John's face. This isn't what he needs.

It's everything but the heart of the issue.

Here, John is more aligned with Dean’s way of dealing with things—heart, emotions, feeling it all. He needs to face what’s behind him, not just keep asking "what’s next?" That mentality—the constant forward motion—is likely what pushed him into action, like enlisting, like hunting.

Millie doesn’t understand why John runs. But it’s because she’s not emotionally present. She’s the one asking where to next, focused on the future and the next step.

She’s not in tune with the emotions he’s trying to process—he’s looking at what’s in the rearview, while she’s pushing forward, unwilling to stop and face what’s been left unresolved.

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 AGH.

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The quest for purpose and meaning

John is searching for meaning, but his mom can't give him that. She's too wounded to see any meaning in her own loss, too consumed by her grief.

Because there is no emotional honesty between then... John doesn't tell Millie about the letter.

In the quest for meaning, he goes alone.

He takes the letter and carries the pieces of his decade-broken family with him, running parallel to Mary, who is also reeling from her newly broken family.

When they meet, it won't be about a bright future—it will be about finally seeing each other, not through hope, but through the mess of their pasts.

Dean-the-narrator knows this all too well—building and rebuilding his life with Cas and his family, over and over. Their pasts, their obligations, always in play. Because that’s what real life is. The whole messy business of not living the apple pie fantasy or the white picket fence ideal, but facing the mess, the baggage, and still moving forward without pretending life will never let you down. That’s what running your own race looks like.

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Fanfiction : The Vampire Diaries

Title : " Weddings, Confessions & Conspiracies"

Relationships: Damon Salvatore/Lorenzo St John. Stefan Salvatore/Caroline Forbes

Second chapter now available along first ofcourse, on AO3

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Fandom : The Vampire diaries

Title: Weddings Confessions and Conspiracies

Relationships: Damon Salvatore/Lorenzo St.John, Caroline Forbes/Stefan Salvatore

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[bamon4bamily]

TVD 10x06 - Blast to the Past Enjoy! =)

Cut to – Munich University, 2009. Bonnie and Damon, who have successfully teleported, are standing in front of the University. Unsuspicious of the place, oblivious to the time.  

 BONNIE: (In pleasant shock) Ha! We did it! This is the place!

DAMON: Holy shit! That was wild! (Stumbles a bit, looking dazed) Oh, no…

BONNIE: What’s wrong? You okay?

DAMON: I think I’m gonna… (finds a nearby trashcan and throws up).  

BONNIE: Ooh! (Rubs his back) There, there… let it all out. It happens sometimes… (after he’s finished, he composes himself).

DAMON: Definitely taking Dramamine next time.

BONNIE: Come, we’ll get you some water.

DAMON: (As they are walking inside) Bon, this place is huge. We might be closer but it’s still like finding a needle in a haystack. How about we find the Admin office, I’ll compel them to point us in the right direction.

BONNIE: Sounds like a plan (as they continue to walk, they spot a drinking fountain. Damon takes a drink).

DAMON: Ah, much better now!

BONNIE: (Looking at a student on their cellphone) Who has a BlackBerry nowadays? I didn’t even know they still made those things.

DAMON: Guess some people are just stuck in the past. Look, there it is; let’s compel us some intel. (They approach the receptionist) Hello, do you speak English?

RECEPTIONIST: (Rolls her eyes) Toll, noch ein blöder Amerikaner.

DAMON: (Turns to Bonnie) I don’t think she speaks English; that’s gonna be a problem...

RECEPTIONIST: You are in an international university, of course I speak English. I’m also fluent in French, Italian, and Spanish, in case you were wondering. This is not America.

DAMON: Wow, lady; no need to be condescending. I was just asking a simple question.

RECEPTIONIST: What do you want? I have a lot of work to do and you’re wasting my time.

BONNIE: Well, if this is how you treat your students, this college is definitely going off my list.

RECEPTIONIST: It’s a university.

DAMON: Oh, I’m really going to enjoy this… 

(Looks into the lady’s eyes and does his thing) Listen, lady. First, you are going to look in your computer and fetch us one of your student’s schedules, Elena Gilbert. Then, you’re gonna take one of those campus maps and circle where those classes take place. Last, but definitely not least, you’re gonna take your clothes off, keep the underwear, nobody needs to see that; and you’re going to run around campus screaming: I love Americans! (The lady searches in her computer).  

BONNIE: (Smiling in complicity) You’re brutal…

DAMON: She was rude.

RECEPTIONIST: I’m sorry, but we don’t have any student under that name.

BONNIE: That’s impossible… Check again (she does).

RECEPTIONIST: No, sorry, no results. See for yourself (turns the computer screen). The only Gilbert we have under any registration is Dr. Grayson Gilbert, a research member of the Munich Project.

BONNIE: Dr. Grayson Gilbert? He’s dead…

RECEPTIONIST: Not according to our database. In fact, he’s scheduled to be at the Medical Faculty lab in an hour. Here (gives them a campus map and circles the location of the lab). Now, if you excuse me, I have something I need to do. (She takes her clothes off and starts running around screaming, as she was compelled to).

DAMON: Ooh, Bon, I’m getting a weird feeling…

BONNIE: This makes no sense… (Looks at the computer again, and sees something she missed) Oh, no…no, no, no, no, no…

DAMON: Bon?

BONNIE: Look at the date on the computer… I don’t think we should be worried about where Elena is right now. We should be worried about when we are right now…

DAMON: (Looks at the date, April 23rd, 2009) Holy fuck! What???!!! No… This can’t be possible!!?? How??!!!

BONNIE: You see? This is exactly why I didn’t want you to come with me! In case some crazy shit like this happened!

DAMON: And this is exactly why I insisted I did! In case some crazy shit like this did happen!

BONNIE: Fuck, fuck, fuck!

DAMON: Okay, okay. Let’s try to calm down… I mean, this can’t be real! Can it?!! No way!! (Starts rambling) Oh, shit… What if we’re in another bizarro prison world with other people trapped in it?! I doubt so many people would fuck up that bad to be put in one… Or maybe the ones that created it fucked up and accidently put all these people here? I could see a Gemini fucking up, but a Bennett?

BONNIE: Damon…

DAMON: (Continues to ramble) Yeah, no, can’t be that. Maybe we’re dreaming? Has to be a dream. We’re probably still sleeping in our bed and will wake up soon. We didn’t smoke last night, did we? That stash really messed us up the last time…

BONNIE: Damon…

DAMON: Maybe one of the shitake mushrooms we had for dinner was bad, or one of the clams? That’s probably why I threw up… I knew something was fishy while I was cooking…

BONNIE: Damon… (grabs him by the shoulders and looks into his eyes) I need you to snap out of it, okay? Take deep breaths with me… (They take deep breaths together, in an attempt to process the situation. Ironically, the tables turn, and now Bonnie is the one that starts panicking) How are we going to get ourselves out of this?! I have no clue how, or what I did! What if we can’t go back?! What if I’ve altered the space-time continuum; that’s something not to be fucked with. What if this is my punishment for pushing this power too far…

DAMON: Bon…

BONNIE: You’re right, we have to be dreaming. But why would we be dreaming the same thing? The psychic link? Has to be the psychic link, right? I mean, I’m pretty sure we didn’t smoke, so it has to be a dream. Or maybe we did smoke? We really have to cut down on that. No, no, you know what, I think you’re right; one of the shitake was bad, and we’re in one hell of a trip right now…

DAMON: Bon… breathing, breathing, we’re breathing… 

(they continue to take deep breaths, until finally, they seem to have managed to keep their calm). Okay, one step at a time. Let’s retrace our steps and figure out where it could’ve gone wrong.

BONNIE: The picture…

DAMON: What picture?

BONNIE: The one Elena sent me of her father; the one I used to make the jump.

DAMON: Did you notice anything odd about it?

BONNIE: Well, it was a picture of a picture she found in the Medical School’s hall of fame. Other than that, I don’t think so.

DAMON: We can go check if it’s here now, and take it from there…

BONNIE: Yeah, good idea. Would it be insane to propose we grab a drink first? I could use something to ease the nerves, help this sink in first…

DAMON: (Teasing) I’m telling you, it’s like you can read my mind!

BONNIE: (Smirks) Truly uncanny.

DAMON: Ooh, you have to try the draft beer! Can’t be in Germany and not have a Hefeweizen.

BONNIE: Sounds perfect!

 Cut to – Present day, the Powell mansion dungeon. Darius is growing inpatient; his visions increasing in frequency and intensity. Edward, showing no intentions of letting him go anytime soon. No matter how hard Darius tries, he hasn’t been able to figure out another way of stopping what’s to come, that doesn’t involve Bonnie; which is constantly reaffirmed in his visions.

 VOICE: It’s sad, really. You are supposed to be one of the most powerful supernatural beings, not to mention a “genius”, and you can’t seem to figure this out.

DARIUS: I have figured it out, but execution is not as simple as you think.

VOICE: You can’t even manage to get yourself out of this cell; how are you going to make Bonnie do her part?

DARIUS: I’m not going to make Bonnie do anything. All I need is to be able to reach her…

VOICE: Well, I hope you brought some entertainment. Seems like we are going to be in here for a while.

DARIUS: How about we play a game of who can stay quiet the longest? (Edward walks in).

EDWARD: Talking to yourself again? That’s a condition; might want to get that checked out. Any updates?

DARIUS: I’m telling you, there is no way to do this without Bonnie.

EDWARD: Wrong answer; try harder (he walks away).

VOICE: Even the miracle boy is bullying you around. You really have hit rock bottom.

DARIUS: You couldn’t even last five seconds without babbling?    

VOICE: I’m bored.

DARIUS: Then try to be bored with your mouth shut. I need to concentrate… (he shuts his eyes, and goes into deep meditation).

Cut to – Munich, Germany. Sam and Alex are having a secret meet-up outside campus. During their “brainstorm” session at one of the local pubs, they came to the conclusion that something was in fact very wrong.

 SAM: Got anything?

ALEX: (Shows him a usb) Found it in one of my drawers.

SAM: What’s on it?

ALEX: A bunch of research files taken from the Faculty lab. I think Sage was on to something… There’s also a screenshot of a GPS location; pinpointing Mystic Falls, Virginia; ever heard of it?

SAM: I think that’s where Elena is from; it’s not far from Whitmore.

ALEX: (Inserts the usb in his laptop and opens one of the files) Check this out… Does this look familiar to you?

SAM: Looks very similar to the one we were researching earlier.

ALEX: I’d say almost identical… Pretty sure this is the original one.

SAM: Could be, but without Sage we won’t have any certainty. Have you’ve been able to reach her yet?

ALEX: No, but I did contact her mom; she says she never went home. I mean, I’m not surprised, she hates Felicia, but still; you’d figure she would at least let her know she was back in New York.

SAM: This is all kinds of fucked up.

ALEX: It sure is… Look what else I found (shows him some files with photos of them with Elena and Sage). Apparently, not only did we meet Elena before; seems like your gut feeling was right, you two were a thing.

SAM: This makes no sense! What the hell is going on?!

ALEX: Well, I think the only person that might be able to tell us is nowhere to be found. Far as I see it, we have two options. Find your girl, get the fuck out of this place, and figure it out as we go along. Or, stay, get as much intel as we can from the inside, and go down the rabbit hole…  

SAM: Whatever we do, we need to find Elena first.

Cut to – Munich University, 2009. After a couple of beers, Damon and Bonnie find the Medical School’s hall of fame; which in fact, has the beforementioned picture on display.

 DAMON: That solves the mystery. Check out the timestamp… (it reads 16:05pm 23/04/2009).

BONNIE: That’s gonna be one hell of a problem. If this “thing” works like I think it does, we came here because it took us to the place, date, and time that picture was taken. So, for us to be able to get back, I would need some kind of reference to place us in Mystic Falls in the present day.

DAMON: Which is literally in the future. How are we going to get a reference of a time that hasn’t even happened yet…

BONNIE: (Teasing, trying to find some humor in the situation) I don’t suppose googling Mystic Falls 2021 would work?

DAMON: I’m sure some results would turn up, but who knows where that would take us.

BONNIE: There has to be another way… (someone walks up to them).

GRAYSON GILBERT: Bonnie?

BONNIE: (Turns around) Mr. Gilbert?

GRAYSON: Oh my god, kiddo! What are you doing here? (Hugs her) It’s a bit early to be doing college hunting, don’t you think? Let alone so far from home!

BONNIE: (Nervous and freaked out. She tries to play along) Well, you know Grams, Mr. Gilbert; always says, it’s never too early to search for the right college.

GRAYSON: Is she here? (Looks around) I’d love to say hello.

BONNIE: Oh… she, uhm…she… she went on a city tour. We came all this way, might as well do some sightseeing.

GRAYSON: (Looks at Damon, concerned. He seems to be quite old to be hanging around a 17 year-old girl. Granted she does look older, but he has attributed that to her make-up) And, who is this?

BONNIE: (Barely making it without exposing she’s a nervous reck) This, this… this is…

DAMON: (Reaches for a handshake) Hello, Sir. I’m professor Xavier, future student recruitment counselor. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance.

GRAYSON: Sorry, you are a what?

DAMON: A future student counselor…

GRAYSON: And what is that, exactly?

DAMON: Well… I’m in charge of looking for potential future students, show them the campus, our majors, you know, that kind of stuff.

GRAYSON: I wasn’t aware there was a position for that. Then again, this university does have some odd practices. (Turns to Bonnie) I have to run, but, where are you staying? I’d love to take you and your Grams out for dinner.

BONNIE: Oh, that’s so nice of you, Mr. Gilbert, but we leave tonight. Just came for a few days.

GRAYSON: Aw, that’s too bad! I wish Elena had told me you were coming; we could’ve planned something!

BONNIE: You know Elena, always forgetting everything.

GRAYSON: Tell me about it! The only reason that kid doesn’t forget her head, is because it’s stuck to her body! Anyway, kiddo, it was great seeing you, and one heck of a coincidence! Have a great flight back, say hi to your Grams for me (hugs her).

BONNIE: Will do.

GREYSON: See you back home, gotta run (kisses her forehead and leaves).

BONNIE: (Turns to Damon) Professor Xavier, really?

DAMON: I panicked! It was the first thing that popped into my mind.

BONNIE: Well, it was better than the future student counselor. Had to fight hard not to crack up on that one.

DAMON: Figured someone had to be in charge of that.

BONNIE: That was crazy, seeing Mr. Gilbert alive…

DAMON: You okay? Must’ve been hard; specially knowing what happens next…

BONNIE: It totally escaped me; that’s a month from now… What if we can warn him? Tell him not to take that bridge, maybe we can save their lives…

DAMON: As much as we would love to be able to do that, we can’t, Bon. We are risking it as it is, just by being here.

BONNIE: I know, butterfly effect ‘n all. But it’s so frustrating! Knowing you can change something for the positive… yet knowing that if you do, that single event could change everything, with no guarantee if it’s for better or worse.

DAMON: I like to think that things happen for a reason; can’t tamper with destiny.

BONNIE: I agree. We need to find a way to go back, fast. Every second we are here we risk tipping the domino piece…

DAMON: Okay, throwing some ideas out there. Doesn’t Grams’ grimoire have a very powerful divination spell?

BONNIE: It does…

DAMON: What if you used it to try and see into the future? Let’s say, a certain day, time, and month in Mystic Falls… Maybe that could work as a reference to be able to get us back? Nah, forget I said that, that’s crazy, right?

BONNIE: It is crazy, but what do we ever do that isn’t? I say we give it a shot, it’s not like we have a guidebook on how to time travel. This time, we’ll follow your very keen intuition and fly like normal people.

DAMON: Well, first-class, so maybe not so normal. Better yet, I’ll compel us a private jet!

BONNIE: Thank you…

DAMON: Always the best for my Bon-Bon!

BONNIE: No, not that. I mean, yes, thanks for that too. But, thank you for insisting you come with me. I’m glad I lost that game. 

DAMON: I can’t do this anymore…

BONNIE: Do what?

DAMON: I cheated, okay! And Kai was in on it… So, technically, you didn’t lose…

BONNIE: (Smirks) I know, I just wanted you to admit it out loud. Monopoly is my thing; stick to Tetris next time. But, seriously, thank you…

DAMON: “We ride together, we die together.”

BONNIE: Bad homes for life… (kisses him).

DAMON: What do you say, if before we go, we have a night out on the town? Do some touring, have a nice dinner, find us a luxury hotel to spend the night. We’re already here, might as well make the best of it. We can fly to the States tomorrow… What do you think?

BONNIE: I think, I love the way you think…

Cut to – Present day, Munich University, the Faculty lab. After days of staying away, Veritas/Greyson finally goes to see Elena.

 ELENA: (Looking tired, weak, and somewhat out of it. Veritas’s constant mind games seem to be taking a toll on her) Dad? Is that really you?

VERITAS/GREYSON: My baby girl, I’m so sorry about all of this. I’m going to get you out of here, I promise.

ELENA: Why are they doing this to me?

VERITAS/GREYSON: I know it seems harsh, but it’s for your own good, trust me.

ELENA: They told me you weren’t authorized to visit. I asked them to call you, but they wouldn’t.

VERITAS/GREYSON: I have my connections. Had to pull some strings, but there was no way they were going to keep me away from you.

ELENA: They think I might be sick, but I’m fine! There’s no reason for them to keep me here!

VERITAS/GREYSON: It’s just protocol, nothing to be afraid of. They want to make sure you are safe; can’t take any risks. They promised me they would let you go after the isolation period, and if you continue to show no symptoms and your test results are fine. Hang in there, kiddo, won’t be much longer.

ELENA: I did it, dad…

VERITAS/GREYSON: You sure did, and I’m so proud of you.

ELENA: Why did it react like that, though?

VERITAS/GREYSON: Must’ve been something in your blood. Trial and error, kid, that’s what Science is all about.

ELENA: Do you know what they did to the formula?

VERITAS/GREYSON: They told me it was destroyed. It’s probably for the best.

ELENA: Probably… Dad…

VERITAS/GREYSON: Yes?

ELENA: I know you fought hard to get me into the program, and that you’re proud that I’m following in your footsteps, but I’m not sure this is really for me.

VERITAS/GREYSON: I understand…

ELENA: I wanted to honor your legacy, but I think I lost track of who I am along the way. I’m so sorry…

VERITAS/GREYSON: Don’t be. The most important thing is to be true to yourself; after that, you can figure out the rest.

ELENA: I know it may seem like a step backwards, but I want to go home. Take some time off, and figure out what I really want to do with my life.

VERITAS/GREYSON: Of course; and I’ll be proud of you, no matter what you decide. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, is to see you happy.

ELENA: I really thought I was, but I’m not. I want to be close to my friends, to Jeremy… Maybe even try to win Damon back…

VERITAS/GREYSON: Damon?

ELENA: He was my boyfriend, and I loved him.

VERITAS/GREYSON:  But, isn’t he with Bonnie now?

ELENA: (Laughs) What!? No! They hate each other! And even if by some miracle they ever managed to tolerate one another, Bonnie would never do that to me; she knows he’s the love of my life.

VERITAS/GREYSON: (Clearly realizing he has affected her mind more than he thought) What medications are they giving you?

ELENA: None, that I’m aware of. Unless they’re putting it in my food… Why?

VERITAS/GREYSON: I just want to make sure they aren’t giving you anything weird… Listen, kiddo, I have to go, before they come and drag me out by force.

ELENA: Will you come see me tomorrow?

VERITAS/GREYSON: If they let me, I’ll be here. Stay strong, kid. Like I promised, I will get you out of here soon, and once I do, I’ll make sure you get anything you want.

ELENA: I love you, dad.

VERITAS/GREYSON: I love you too.

Cut to - Mystic Falls, April 25th, 2009. Grams’ house front yard. Damon and Bonnie are hiding behind a bush, figuring out their game plan.

 DAMON: So, what’s the plan, Bon?

BONNIE: Kidnap the grimoire, go to the woods, do the spell, bring it back; and pray this works…

DAMON: You sure your Grams isn’t home?

BONNIE: Her car isn’t in the driveway, and she should still be at work. I’ll be in and out in no time.

DAMON: I’ll stay here and keep an eye.

BONNIE: (Kisses him) Wish me luck… (she goes inside the house and makes her way to the attic, where Grams keeps her grimoire. A few minutes later, a blue Toyota Prius pulls into the driveway).

DAMON: (To himself) Oh, shit… (head messages Bonnie) Mayday, Mayday! Someone just pulled into the driveway!

BONNIE: Is it Grams?

DAMON: Not sure, give me a sec to see who gets out… (a 17 year old Bonnie gets out of the car). Holy shit!

BONNIE: What’s going on?! Is it her?

DAMON: No…

BONNIE: Then, who??

DAMON: It’s… you!

BONNIE: What!!!! What the hell am I doing here!! I’m supposed to be at school!! Quick, you need to stall me!

DAMON: Don’t you think your 17 year-old self will freak out if a random stranger walks up to her?

BONNIE: Pretend you’re a Jehovah’s witness.

DAMON: Bon, have you seen me?

BONNIE: Yeah, forget that, go with salesman.

DAMON: What am I selling?

BONNIE: I don’t know, just wing it.

DAMON: Okay, wish me luck… (he approaches Bonnie) Hey there…

BONNIE: (Cautious) Can I help you?

DAMON: Yes, I’m…I’m… (completely taken with the encounter, he gazes at her in amazement) Wow… (pauses for a moment) You… You… You are so beautiful… How did I not fall in love with you sooner?

BONNIE: (Slowly reaches into her handbag and swiftly takes out a can of pepper spray) Perv!!!!! (Sprays his eyes, runs back to her car and drives away).

DAMON: (Rubbing his eyes in pain) Ahhhh!! This stings worse than vervain!!

BONNIE: (Head messages him) What’s going on?! I heard you scream.

DAMON: Your past-self just pepper sprayed me, Bon-Bon!!

BONNIE: Well, you probably did something to deserve it, perv…

DAMON: All I did was call you beautiful!

BONNIE: A complete stranger approaches a 17 year old girl and tells her she’s beautiful. How you think I was gonna react?! You should’ve stuck to the sales pitch…

DAMON: You caught me off guard, wasn’t expecting to react like that. Plus, you were wearing your cheerleading uniform, can’t blame me. 

BONNIE: (Smirks) ‘Kay, coming down the stairs now, be with you in a sec.

DAMON: (Keeps rubbing his eyes; talking to himself) I just gave her a compliment, no need to get violent! (Bonnie comes out, joins him).

BONNIE: (Laughs) Ooh, I got you good! I knew there was a reason for carrying that around.

DAMON: Ha-ha, Bon-Bon. Those things should require a license!

BONNIE: Oh, come on. It can’t be that bad… (keeps laughing).

DAMON: It is! I think I might go blind…

BONNIE: You’re such a drama-queen, it’s just a little pepper. You should be fine in no time.

DAMON: Why were you so mean!

BONNIE: A girl should know how to defend herself. But it’s sweet that you got all nervous (kisses him). 

Okay, let’s move; we want to be back in time before Grams comes home.  

DAMON: Definitely don’t want to run into her!

Cut to – Present day, the Salvatore mansion cottage. Edward, Matt, and Kai are talking.

 KAI: I knew there was something off about that night; can’t believe that prick Houdinied us!

EDWARD: That’s his thing, but I have him under control; for now. I know you don’t remember the work you did with them, but I have some files I want you to see, maybe that can help refresh your memory? Or at least help us figure out exactly how these things work, and how they can be stopped.

KAI: Sure, I’ll take a look, but I insist, my future-self is right. The best way to get rid of them for good, is to destroy their energy source.

MATT: We’ve been through this; we’re not doing that.  

KAI: You only voted against it because of Halo. You know, those things can be addictive.

MATT: (Mocking) Apparently, so can plaid shirts.

KAI: You’re one to talk; have you seen the way you dress?

EDWARD: Gentleman, can we focus here, please.

KAI: (Logs into his computer) Okay, what am I looking for? (Edward gives him a paper with a link and an access code. He gets into the files). This is some Frankenstein shit…

MATT: What is it?

KAI: Let me put it this way; imagine Ultron, Wolverine, and Magneto mixed in one.

MATT: What the hell are you talking about?

KAI: Seriously? You don’t get the reference? Huh, always figured you for a comic geek. Anyway, think Robocop, Rambo, and Terminator.

MATT: That’s far worse than Unit 1…

EDWARD: Much worse. What you saw was nothing compared to what they have now.

MATT: No thanks to Kai!

KAI: Hey! The mind-freak made me do that, don’t blame shame! (Looking at one of the files, perturbed) This is disturbing…

EDWARD: What did you find?

KAI: This file was hidden from the server… It’s CCTV footage from some kind of bunker… (Edward and Matt take a look).

MATT: (Disgusted) What the hell…

EDWARD: I think it’s best you turn it off. Judging from what Darius told me, we really don’t want to see that.

KAI: What is this?

EDWARD: One of Darius’s experiments. He altered a formula Dr. Gilbert had created for the Munich Project some years back; in hopes of making an ultimate weapon.

KAI: Against vampires?

EDWARD: Not sure against what, to be honest. I don’t even think he knows himself. He tested it on vampires, humans, witches, werewolves…

KAI: Sick bastard.

MATT: Wait; did you say Munich Project? As in Munich University?

EDWARD: Yes.

KAI: Isn’t that the school Elena goes to?

MATT: It is…

EDWARD: Then I suggest you tell her to get out as soon as possible.

MATT: It’s a university program, from a prestigious university; I doubt something like that would be going on.  

EDWARD: That place is anything but a university. You need to warn your friend.

Cut to – Mystic Falls, April 25th, 2009, somewhere in the middle of the woods. Bonnie has set everything up for the spell. She places herself at the center of an all-seeing eye symbol she has carved on the dirt. She begins to chant.

CHANT:

Ignem accende, lumen accende, Visio pura veniat ad me.

Aquam tam lucidam videat mens mea.

Terra tam firma mihi dona tuam praesentiam.

Spiro in aere da mihi essentiam tuam

 Medium mico et medium musca

Pervenio ad te, oculus meus interior

Ostende quid nunc cupio,

Per lodiculam vel picem vel ignem.

 Her eyes turn completely white, and she goes into some sort of trance. 

After a moment, she falls on her back, and lies motionless for a couple of seconds. Then, she abruptly breathes-in heavily, and opens her eyes.

 DAMON: (Vamps to her) Bon? You okay?

BONNIE: I’m fine…

DAMON: Are you sure? Freaked me out for a moment there.

BONNIE: That was intense…

DAMON: What did you see?

BONNIE: At first it was random flashes, with no real sequence or coherence. Then, one really strange vision, in slow motion, which also didn’t make much sense. The only thing I was certain about, is that it was when we were in the prison world, ‘cause I know for a fact it was 1994. Then, extremely fast flashes, which I couldn’t even interpret, then suddenly it felt as if time had stopped. I saw our home…and in a blink of an eye I saw us in the tub. At one moment, I glimpsed at the clock… Now we have an exact date, time, and location coordinates; I think we can pull this off… Granted we’ll be going back to a few hours before we actually did the jump, but that’s good enough. As long as we do the exact thing we did, right up until the moment of the jump, it should be as if nothing ever happened… Or I hope.

DAMON: You are amazing… (kisses her. Things start to heat up).

BONNIE: We still have a couple of hours before Grams gets back from work. Ever done it in the middle of the woods after a divination spell?

DAMON: Have to say, that’s a no for me… Hey! Have you?

BONNIE: (Teasing) I don’t kiss and tell (winks. They make love).

Cut to – Present day, Enzo’s cabin. Enzo is on his couch playing his guitar. Soon after, Silas walks in.

 ENZO: So… Did you do it?

SILAS: When the clock strikes midnight, we’ll find out.

ENZO: On other matters, I thought you said you would be getting your own place.

SILAS: I am, be patient. In the meantime, want some bourbon, roomie?

ENZO: (Puts up a glass of bourbon) One step ahead of you.

SILAS: (As he serves himself a bourbon) You know, I have to say, Enzo, I admire your resilience.

ENZO: Is that so?

SILAS: After all the torture and suffering you have endured throughout your existence, you continue to hang on, in hopes that one day you will finally find love. Don’t get me wrong, I know you and Bonnie loved each other very much; but somehow, tragedy always seems to follow you.  

ENZO: And you had to bring me back to remind me of the fact…

SILAS: I did, at first. But I must admit, you’ve grown on me. Maybe this is your chance to finally find what you’re looking for.

ENZO: I did find it, and I lost it.

SILAS: You know what they say; when you love something, let it FLY. If it’s yours, it will fly back, if it doesn’t, it wasn’t yours to begin with.

ENZO: You completely massacred that quote, but, I get your point. And, for the record, I’ve been finding you a little more tolerable as the days pass.

SILAS: Told you, it was just a matter of time! (Someone knocks) Will you look at that, right on time… Looks like I still got it; might be a good idea to start charging for my services. (Walks to the door and opens it) Qetsiyah, as I live and breathe. Well, look at you! You haven’t aged a day!

QETSIYAH: What am I doing here, Silas.

SILAS: (Sarcastic) Would you believe me if I told you I wanted a second chance?

QETSIYAH: You are supposed to be dead…

SILAS: So are you, love; but you know how these things work.

QETSIYAH: I’m only going to ask you one last time, what the hell is going on?

SILAS: Well, technically, that wasn’t your initial question, so I get a freebie. (Qetsiyah tries to use her powers against him) Oh, yeah, minor detail. I put those on a time-out for a while. Give you some time to assimilate, settle in, and relax.

QETSIYAH: Silas! I swear I will send you back to wherever it is you came back from, and put you down for good this time!

SILAS: Oh, come on, love. How long are we going to do this? You really need to let it go. Holding on to so much hate is not good for the soul. Now, why don’t you come in, have a bourbon with us, and I promise I will answer all of your questions.

QETSIYAH: Who is us?

SILAS: It’s not Amara, pinky swear (leads her inside). I’m not sure if you two ever met, but just in case. Qetsiyah, meet Enzo St. John, your former something in-law…  

QETSIYAH: I know who he is, and the question as to why he is here is not in my priorities. So, serve me a bourbon, and start answering what I ask you.

SILAS: Feisty! Some things never change…

Cut to – The Mikaelson mansion. After compelling Pietro, they are still trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

 KLAUS: We may have more information about our origin, but I still can’t sleep at night. We need to hear it from the source. I say we go pay Veritas a visit.

ABBY: Klaus, you promised you would let it go.

KLAUS: I’m sorry, love; but you should know by now; I make a lot of promises I don’t keep.

ABBY: (Clearly upset) Klaus…

REBEKAH: I have to agree with her, Nik. Enough is enough. We found out what we could, it’s time to move on.

ELIJAH: Some things are better left unknown, brother.

KOL: And you found out what you really wanted to know. Can’t kill him unless you want to kill us all.

KLAUS: What is wrong with all of you?! This is not the Mikaelson family I know! Surrendering, not putting up a fight?! What has become of you?

FREYA: One thing is for sure; we’re done with your need for control.

KLAUS: How is wanting to know the truth need for control?!

ELIJAH: Because, when it comes to you, brother, it’s never enough… 

MARCEL: And that’s what makes it dangerous.

KLAUS: (Laughs in disbelief) Are you hearing yourselves?! This is absurd!!

DANAE: Dear, you know I love you; we all do. But you also know we are right…

KLAUS: Wow… Maybe I should have expected that reaction from them; but from you? Consider me staggered.

ELIJAH: Niklaus, you really need to let this go. We had a deal; we did what we could. Now it’s time to go back and focus on what’s to come.

KLAUS: The once great Elijah Mikaelson, succumbing to conformity. I’d never thought I’d see the day.

KOL: Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Nik. Seriously, you should have considered being a soap opera actor, you would’ve been one of the greats, no doubt.

KLAUS: (Lashes-out and holds him by the neck) Listen to me, you little…

ABBY: Klaus!! Stop it!! Pull yourself together! What the hell is wrong with you!

KLAUS: (Lets go of Kol) Well, love… It appears that I’ve missed judged… Now, if you all excuse me, I’m going for a walk.

KOL: (Mocking) Try to wag your tail while you’re at it!

Cut to - Mystic Falls, April 25th, 2009. Grams’ house. Bonnie is in the attic putting the grimoire back. Damon is hiding in the bushes keeping an eye.

 BONNIE: (Head messaging Damon) You’re not going to believe what I found hidden up here!

DAMON: (Teasing) A chest full of Grams’ sex toys?

BONNIE: (Laughs) You really have a problem, you know that, right?

DAMON: One’s problem is another’s solution, Bon.

BONNIE: True… Anyway, it’s not that, but, maybe close? She has a shoe box filled with memorabilia from her and la Bruja… And some are definitely within the triple X category.

DAMON: I knew Grams had her kink! Hold on to some of those, we can use them as leverage whenever she comes back to haunt us.

BONNIE: Already have the worst tucked away safely in my pocket. Is the coast clear to make my exit?

DAMON: As clear as the winter skies, Bon-Bon (Bonnie makes her way downstairs. As she’s about to open the front door, she hears a familiar voice…)

SHEILA: Bonnie Sheila Bennett, you are in a world of trouble, young lady!

BONNIE: (Turns around, bordering on a full-blown nervous attack. If anyone can figure out what’s really going on, it’s her) Grams??!!! What are you doing here??!!

SHEILA: I should be the one asking you that.

BONNIE: (Winging it) What do you mean? I live here now, why wouldn’t I be here?

SHEILA: No, you don’t. And you know perfectly well what I’m talking about. You’re playing with fire, Bonnie.

BONNIE: (Thinking she has been figured out) You know…

SHEILA: Of course I know! I always know!

BONNIE: I was just trying to get to Germany without being tracked, make sure Elena was alright. Never thought that trying to jump there would lead to time travelling…

SHEILA: Just as I suspected…

BONNIE: Right?! I mean, teleportation is one thing, but time travelling?! Honestly, Grams, I’m mind-blown!

SHEILA: How long?

BONNIE: It’s the first time, I swear. It was so unexpected.

SHEILA: Where did you get it from?

BONNIE: No idea. I figure it has something to do with the source.

SHEILA: This is much worse than I thought…

BONNIE: It’s not that bad, Grams. I think I’m figuring it out. Could be really cool once I learn how to control it.

SHEILA: Come, sit with me… (she leads her into the living room, they sit down on the couch). Listen, Bonnie, when your mother was about your age, she went through the same thing. Sometimes, those types of things can be hereditary. Although I can assure you, she did not get that from me.  

BONNIE: Grams, I know we Bennett witches are strong, but I really don’t think time travelling is in our power stats… Pretty sure that came when I merged with the source.

SHEILA: Okay, I’m only going to say this once, kid. You know I’ll do anything for you, but I don’t do jail.

BONNIE: (Teasing) I can always use a good-old cloaking trick for a prison break, Grams. Nothing to worry about.

SHEILA: (Now very upset) Enough! I’m calling your father. And trust me, I’ll find your mother and get her butt back here too. I’m taking you to rehab whether you like it or not.

BONNIE: Rehab?! Grams, what are you talking about? I thought you…

SHEILA: Well, you thought wrong! I’ll never be one of those “cool” grandma besties. My job is not to be your friend, my job is to guide, love, and care for you. So don’t come to me with this progressive bullshit.

BONNIE: (Laughs) Oh, my god, you think I’m on drugs??!!!!! Grams, you got this all wrong!!

SHEILA: Yeah, that’s the same thing your mother told me. Ain’t buying that again! So you’ll do as I say. Go to your room, no cellphone, internet, or anything, and wait there till I come get you. Understood?

BONNIE: I’m not on drugs, Grams! I time travelled from 2021, came here to find a way to get back.

SHEILA: Ain’t got a clue what you’re on, but they didn’t make drugs like that back in my day. Oh, and the neighbor told me about your visit earlier, and how you attacked a salesman. Cutting school, attacking people; you better get your act together, young lady, or I’ll take you to a place much worse than jail. Now, go to your room!

BONNIE: (Walks upstairs, head messages Damon)  Thought you said the coast was clear!

DAMON: It is. No car in the driveway, no one has walked to the door.

BONNIE: She probably came in through the back door…

DAMON: Wait, you saw Grams?!

BONNIE: Yep, and apparently I’m grounded for doing drugs.

DAMON: What?!

BONNIE: Hilarious story, I’ll tell you once we’re in the clear.

DAMON: So, what now?

BONNIE: I’ll cloak myself out when she’s distracted. Oops, feel so bad for my past-self, she’s ‘bout to star in a very bad episode of  “Euphoria.” Just wait till Grams tells my dad about this…

Cut to – Present day, Akumal, Mexico. La Bruja comes out of a Temazcal hut, followed by a Shaman; both looking exhausted. 

 LA BRUJITA: ¿Qué paso? ¿La pudo encontrar?

LA BRUJA: Sí…

LA BRUJITA: ¿Y?

LA BRUJA: Ya no hay marcha atrás...

LA BRUJITA: ¿Le vas a decir a Sheila?

LA BRUJA: Ella ya lo sabe.

LA BRUJITA: ¿Y Darius? Sigue insistiendo…

LA BRUJA: No te preocupes, hija. Pronto, también la encontrará…

 Cut to - Mystic Falls, April 25th, 2009. Somewhere in the middle of the woods.

 DAMON: Well, it’s been a hell of a ride, Bon-Bon. Might’ve freaked out there for a moment or two, but I think we had a blast.

BONNIE: We sure did… (reaches her hand out) Ready to go home?

DAMON: (Takes her hand) I am home…

BONNIE: Wait… (Hands him a Dramamine tablet) Just in case… (she opens a portal, and off they go again).

 Cut to - Gram’s house, later that evening. A 17-year old Bonnie walks in, not expecting to find her Grams and her father waiting for her in the living room; and visibly very upset.

 BONNIE: (Confused about the scenario, especially with her father being there) Grams? Dad? What’s going on? Did something happen?

GRAMS: You know very well what happened, drop the act.

BONNIE: Is this about the perv I attacked earlier? I took care of it, but the Police really need to do a better job patrolling. Thank god I had that pepper spray you gave me, Grams!

MR. BENNETT: Bonnie, this stops now. We’re taking you to rehab whether you want to or not.

BONNIE: Rehab!!??? What??!! I’m not on drugs!

MR. BENNETT: We’ll let the experts decide that. (Throws her a bag) We already packed for you. I don’t want to hear another word come out of your mouth.

BONNIE: But this is ridiculous! I’m not doing drugs!

MR. BENNETT: I said not a word! One more peep out’ a you and your Grandmother will lock you up in a real prison! Now, move!

 Cut to – May 10th, 1994. Damon and Bonnie are still holding hands, with their eyes shut. After a few seconds, they open them, and find themselves standing in the middle of the woods. They know for a fact they’re not still in 2009, all the spell artifacts are gone.  

 DAMON: Uhm, Bon… I thought you said we would be going back to our bath time?

BONNIE: Yeah, this is weird… Maybe we missed it by a second or two? Should be fine, though. We don’t have our cellphones, so they can’t track us. We can just walk home; it’s not far from here…

TVD 10x07 - May 10th, 1994. Coming up next! 

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Well, you ain't wrong. That's exactly what it was. And me personally couldn't give two fucks about what they were selling

Agreed. Oh yeah John did the best he could - if by the best you mean being an abusive bastard towards his kids. He so deserved a redemption arc and for Dean to forgive him without confronting him once