A/N: Season 1 and 2 happened during the group's (minus Jer) sophomore year, season 3 Junior, and season 4 is senior year.

Part 1: Collide

Her magic crawled around the foundation of the ramshackle barn and threatened to take it apart. She was vibrating with power that needed a target. She wanted the Hybrid that had thrown her into the bookcase, and then she wanted the one that had taken Caroline, and then she wanted the one who had given the order.

She barged in and spotted Caroline immediately. She was chained up and tear-streaked, and she was being guarded by the one who had thrown her into the bookcase. She raised her first and locked onto his brain cells.

"What the hell are you doing?" Tyler demanded.

She screamed, "Eripui tibi est sanguis corruas! Qui furatus est sanguis extremum! Incendia! Donec cinis es nisi ardeat!"

"Stop!" Tyler grabbed her and sped out of the shed just as flames burst out of the young man's head and engulfed it.

Caroline screamed and flinched from the proximity of the fire that quickly spread to the rest of his body. Elena rushed to free her from her bindings, and the other Hybrids scrambled for anything that would put out the fire and save their comrade.

Bonnie's attention was on her next target. Until Tyler bumrushed her.

She was thrown to the ground, far enough from the shed. She sprang to her feet and faced Tyler.

"Get the hell out of my way."

"You just killed someone."

"And I have two more in there."

"You're gonna have to get through me."

"You think that'll be difficult?"

"I plan to make it."

As dark as it was, Bonnie caught the mutation of his eyes and the descent of two pairs of deadly teeth. Her shock gave way to a chuckle. "Are you going to attack me, Tyler?"

"I was responsible for him."

"You fell down on the job. He attacked me and kidnapped your girlfriend. Get out of my way."

"Bonnie, this isn't you."

"You don't know me." She flung him as far to her right as her power could reach. She didn't get three steps toward the shed before three Hybrids flanked her. They had run out of the shed and used the surrounding trees for cover as they circled her.

"I'm not looking for a blood bath," she said with a little smile, making it clear that she was nevertheless open to the option.

"We are," the one in front of her smiled back. He was the one who had grabbed Caroline.

She expected him to make a beeline for her, but the attack came from the one standing to her left. Her head hit the ground, and she was disoriented, but she lashed out with her powers, operating on instinct instead of sight and sound. The wind rose up in a torrent as she sent her power spiraling into the earth itself and channeled it. She hissed between clenched teeth, "Liga, alligat, nisu." The only time a situation had overwhelmed her ability to think of a spell was the night her mother was turned into a vampire. That would never happen to her again.

"No more sp-"

She blinked, her vision going from blurry to focused in time for her to see the Hybrid get tackled off of her.

"I'm handling this! Stand down."

She rolled onto her stomach and registered the screaming when Tyler dragged her to her feet, disorienting her again for just a moment.

"Stop it," he commanded, his face still that of a monster and animal hybrid.

"Why?" She looked at her handy work. The other two Hybrids had been thrown together, bound, and were slowly being welded together, hip first. Their skin had to boil hot enough to melt first, hence the screaming.

Her scream joined theirs when her arm was suddenly twisted at an unnatural angle behind her back.

"Throw me away again and slash your on neck," Tyler threatened as the claws of his other hand encircled her neck. "I'm not gonna let you kill them." He dug his nails into the skin to let her know how serious he was.

"I didn't start this," she panted. Chancing it, she shot him with an aneurysm. It got him to free her arm, but he exchanged it for a full chokehold.

"Tyler! What the hell are you doing?!" Elena demanded as the rest of them ran up to the scene.

The wind became more violent as her anger grew. She delved deeper into the element she used least: earth. Evidence of the magic painted her face with black roots. She would pick up that tool shed and drop it on him if she had to. She pushed her hand into his face and ripped into his brain. He screamed and his hold on her neck loosened.

"Tyler!" Kim yelled as she got closer.

Tyler snatched her hand off his face and yelled at the fast approaching group, "Stay out of this!" His growl rose above her howling winds and the Hybrids halted.

He stepped into Bonnie's space, his hand still around her throat. "I can control them."

"You're failing so far," she spat.

He suddenly let go and turned from her to address the group. "Do you see this? Do you see that?" he asked, pointing at the two Hybrids that were still bleeding into each other. "You did this," he said to Kim. "I gave you your freedom and what do you do with it? You make yourselves threats. You piss off a witch. You're all running up here, but are you prepared to lose? Because the odds aren't looking good! Dylan is dead! Cohen and Lina are on their way! And all of this because you think I failed to protect Chris?! Does this look better? I failed one person, Kim, and you failed three! In one fucking night! I'm not gonna protect you all from stupid shit. I will fight for you, but I will not protect you from your own actions. We're supposed to be working together! If you want to kidnap, torture, and terrorize in the time it takes for us to do what we need to do, then by all fucking means line yourselves up right now so she can take you out.

If you want to do something better with your time," he said and changed his voice back to normal, "If you want to be better than what Klaus made you, then stop. And focus. Chris would've never done any of this! So what's it gonna be?"

The Hybrids remained silent and lowered their gaze. Tyler didn't need to turn to know the Hybrid standing behind him, Adrian, the one he'd tackled off of Bonnie, the one who'd grabbed Caroline, was acquiescing, too.

Tyler turned to her and walked back into her space. She inclined her head curiously when a new color pooled into his eyes as he came up. The yellow-red was now yellow-red-black.

"Stop it," Tyler said. He swallowed his emotions. "Put them out of their misery."

She quieted the chaotic wind to a breeze, "And if they get out of line again?"

"I'll handle it."

"No, I will," she said smoothly. His handling of it would probably involve another inspirational speech. If she got wind of them causing any harm to anyone in town, she would kill them. And she knew that Tyler knew it.

"We will," Tyler enforced.

Bonnie cocked her head. She wasn't into striking a disciplinary partnership.

"Alpha," Kim breathed.

Both turned to look at her. All of the Hybrids had kneeled to the ground. They looked at each other, and Bonnie could tell that he had not anticipated the reaction, even though he looked at her steadily.

She walked around him to the two screaming Hybrids who now shared one set of knees. "Omne quod est, quod fuit. Sint duo existit duo. Qui sanam legem Naturae. Qui sanam legem Naturae."

Turning to Tyler, she said, "Becoming two will be just as painful as becoming one." She found Elena, who was supporting Caroline to the left of the crowd. "Let's get out of here."

She flinched when she became aware of the throbbing in her shoulder's socket. She rested her left arm in her right hand for support. Tyler ignored it.

Bonnie left the crowd and headed to her car. She didn't acknowledge Caroline leaving Elena to go to Tyler's arms. She was cutting on the ignition when Elena offered to drive and informed her that Caroline wanted to stay behind.

Two weeks later, Tyler walked into Mystic Fall High's television production classroom and rolled his eyes when he saw who was there. Just his luck. The door closed gently behind him until the loud bang when it hit the wall.

Bonnie looked up and managed to hide her surprise at who she saw. "Great. A friend," she deadpanned as she turned her phone in her hand.

"I'm not here as your friend. But thanks for assuming I'm just in detention all the time. I'm here as your supervisor."

"Excuse me?"

"Mrs. Shaw had to leave early. Family emergency."

"So she put you in charge?"

"One of the few teachers who actually get me."

"You mean who actually like you. So I'm leaving now." She grabbed her messenger bag and grey peacoat and stood.

"Uh no?" Tyler answered with a step forward. "Ms. Rabkin is supervising me supervising you."

Bonnie let out a long sigh and dropped back down in her seat.

A long silence passed between them. This was the first time they'd seen each other since that night, and Bonnie sure wasn't looking forward to three hours of being supervised by him.

"Why are you in detention? Finally decided to start living? It's a little late; we graduate in five months."

"Still stuck on Bonnie's not as exciting as her friends? Very freshman year of you."

"And your comebacks still suck."

"My comebacks depend on the effort put in the insults, so."

Tyler took a deep breath and leaned back on the desk. Bonnie propped her chin on her left fist and scrolled all the way to the left on her phone, then all the way to the right. All the way to the left. All the way to the right.

The clock ticked on by.

"Please tell me you don't have two Hybrid bodyguards out there ready to jump me?" she murmured, still scrolling through her phone.

"Which part of wanting you to not kill off my pack would that be?"

"I dunno. Just a thought that came to mind. And I'm not trying to kill off your pack. You make me sound like the enemy," she objected and finally looked up at him. He was hot. Standing there with his arms crossed, staring at her, his jaw tight, cheekbones poking out, he was very very hot. Indigo patched tee shirt with a white bull's head, hot. It cut off his muscles very nicely.

He'd been on her radar since she watched him rise in challenge to her and not just because she'd been wondering what he was going to do next as an Alpha. She'd liked the color of his eyes once she'd gotten far enough away to ruminate. His whole face had been a work of art that night.

Tyler didn't address her complaint. "Your shoulder's healed."

"It wasn't broken. Just very uncomfortable for a day."

He wasn't going to apologize. She didn't seem ready to apologize for the horrendous pain she'd inflicted on his head.

"I trust those two are doing fine?"

"Fully healed," he reported.

Silence.

"Did you really not bring anything to amuse yourself with? Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me for the next two hours and….forty-five minutes?"

"Who says I'm staring at you?"

Bonnie took a breath and went back to scrolling.

"I have my phone," he said.

Silence.

He didn't pull out his phone. He kept thinking about being in this room, and then he was thinking about that night, and then he was in this room again, and then….and then yes he did look at her. She was pouting. Or frowning. Or some nice mélange of both. She was also wearing short black boots and black skinny jeans. From what he could see, she also wore a loose-fitting and very light pink shirt with rolled up sleeves and a necklace with pale gold beads that hung past her breasts. A brown lip gloss that closely matched her skin shined on her lips. Her hair was hanging a little past her collarbones. It was shorter than he remembered, not that he could remember the last time he'd really looked at her.

Actually, that was a lie. But why think about that now?

Instead, he chose to think that the last time he'd taken a good look at Bonnie was when she'd been chanting to put Klaus in his body. That seemed like it happened two years ago.

Tyler walked past her to open the two windows in the back of the classroom.

"Alpha," Bonnie said like she was trying to see how the word tasted. "I never pictured you for a leader. Other than the I'm in this leadership position because my daddy had it and his daddy before him and his daddy before him, of course."

She looked up from the phone and straightened slowly when she heard him come up behind her, though she didn't turn to look at him.

It was a nice try, but she was tense with anticipation of how he might retaliate. Tyler saw it flying off her body in waves. He put one hand on the back of her chair and the other on the table. He leaned down next to her ear and said, "I never pictured you for a doormat."

Her upper lip twitched. She slowly turned her to him and smiled acerbically. "It was beaten into me."

"So was my leadership."

Her smile faltered just a little. Wasn't that ironic? Life had beaten the fire out of her but into Tyler.

Tyler softened just a little. She looked sad enough that he wanted to know what she was seeing in his eyes. Her entire face was striking, and he looked at her lips when she swallowed.

They heard the door unlatch and sprang apart.

Bonnie turned so fast that she almost jostled her eyeballs from their sockets. "Jeremy," she breathed. There was no chance of her keeping the surprise out of her voice.

"Hey," he greeted slowly and looked at Tyler who tried hard not to assuage the weird guilt he felt by crossing his arms.

Jeremy stood exactly on the threshold, the door still in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" Bonnie asked. "Don't tell me you have detention, too," she smiled. Lame.

"Um. You said you were here alone. So….I thought I'd come hang out until I got kicked out. But…."

"He's supervising," Bonnie explained. Jeremy was looking at Tyler again, but she continued. "Mrs. Shaw had an emergency, so she asked him to…."

"Right." He looked at her again. "I'm gonna go. I mean. You look…."

"I'm fine," she nodded. "Thanks for stopping by."

Jeremy pursed his lips and nodded. He stepped out and closed the door behind him.

Bonnie took a deep breath and released the feeling that she'd gotten caught doing something she shouldn't have been doing. She hadn't been doing anything.

"Aren't you gonna go after him?" Tyler asked non-committally.

She was tired of him standing behind her. "Why would I?"

"Isn't he your….something? Last I heard you guys were talking again."

"We're gossip fodder now?"

"Caroline."

"Yeah well, talking isn't….anything concrete."

"Well you're letting your chance for concrete get away," he said, briefly leaning down to her ear again.

Bonnie craned her head away from him.

Tyler walked back to the front and leaned on the desk. She smelled good. Really good. Linger in your nose for the rest of the day good.

She smiled but found nothing humorous about the current topic. "There's no chance for anything."

"Why not?"

"Can we talk about something else? How's Caroline? Is she fully recuperated?"

"Isn't she your best friend?"

Bonnie sighed with a roll of her eyes and went back to her phone.

"She's doing okay." He had felt uncomfortable taking care of Caroline that night. He'd been worried about her and had been glad that she was safe, but his focus had been split. He'd not so guiltily wished she'd gone with Elena and Bonnie so that he could figure things out with his sudden new pack. Instead he'd ended up sending them off in order to comfort her.

"She's getting ready for the Christmas Eve Festival," he added.

"That's nice. You guys are good," she said distractedly. She was scrolling through her phone as if she didn't know what apps she had in there. It was just something to do to help her mind wander.

"Why wouldn't we be? Did she say something?"

"What?" She looked up at him.

"Did she say something? About us."

"Uh….no? She doesn't say anything about you anymore unless she's complaining."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't take it like that. She's not complaining about you. More like complaining about not being able to be with you: oh he's with Klaus, oh he's off in the mountains, oh this and that. I want him; I want him; I want him. It's more about her wanting you. She used to talk about you guys' happiness and the stuff you guys were doing, but I guess the newness wore off. Not that I'm complaining, because you guys heated up around the time me and Jeremy broke off, so new relationship butterflies and giggles weren't exactly what I wanted to hear at the time."

For some reason, the nature of Caroline's complaints didn't make him feel better. Sure they were about wishing he was with her, but….something about it made him feel….some type of way.

Bonnie shifted in her seat and sighed.

"Are you going to the Christmas Eve Festival?" he asked.

"Probably. With my dad." She laid her head down and went to sleep.

She woke up and heard the ugliest of snorts and hoped it was just her imagination, because it sounded like it came from her.

As was usual when she fell asleep in public, she perused the surface to make sure she hadn't drooled. She didn't usually drool. But one can never be confident when sleeping in public.

The desk was dry so she straightened fully. And looked at the clock. "You're kidding. How long was I asleep?" He'd finally taken a seat behind the desk.

"Like….17 minutes," Tyler answered while clicking the screen to get a hint about his next move in Freecell Solitaire. No more moves. He exited the game and opened something else.

"How did I only sleep for 17 minutes? It felt like at least an hour. God I'm tired."

Tyler stood and asked, "Did you know you snore?"

"I don't snore." She sniffed.

Tyler approached her. "Do." He played the audio he'd pulled up.

Bonnie stuck her lips out. That was definitely her snoring. Why did it sound so close? "Did you stand next to me to record this?"

"Yeah," Tyler answered. He smiled his first genuine smile since Chris' death.

"That's rude."

"Do you make a habit of moaning right before you wake up?" he asked as he walked back to the desk. He reclaimed the leaning position.

This is what she hated about falling asleep in public. She had no control over what her body did and anyone could bear witness. "Only when I'm exhausted," she answered.

"I thought maybe you were having an interesting dream."

She narrowed her eyes to slits, and he gave her a smile that would win her vote if he ever decided to follow his father into politics. She put her arms and legs forward and curved her back, stretching her body. A yawn made it's way out of her.

"What's got you so tired?" he asked.

"I'm the only witch in town."

"Right." In the days since their confrontation, he's been trying not to think of ways she could really help in his quest to put Klaus down. Hayley's been talking to him about a witch that she knows. In the beginning, his plan was to kill Klaus by himself. Hayley had convinced him to recruit the others, whereas his original intention where breaking their sire bond was concerned was simply to free them. He'd observed and assessed every Hybrid as he freed them and taken the risk of telling them his plans for Klaus. There were two Hybrids who were vicious enough in their own right that Klaus never had to force them to do anything, so he'd judged them to be lost causes. Now he had a pack. He hadn't thought about adding anyone else until Hayley started talking about adding a different kind of supernatural muscle in the last week. She's been talking about a witch she knows, but after what he saw Bonnie do, his choice has been veering toward her.

"Was that guy your friend?" Bonnie asked.

Tyler raised his eyebrows. "Uh," he started when he realized who she was referring to. "Not really. None of them are my friends. Klaus used to, or Klaus does, have dinner with all of us every Sunday. Minus me since he found out I broke my bond. It's part of his bullshit family agenda. But we don't hang out outside of that. Until I started trying to free them. I made them all these promises. I made him all these promises. He only did what he did because it's all he's known for almost a year."

"Are you kidding? He got his freedom and the first thing he did with it was hurt three people. So he was freed from bondage and took full advantage of being a vampire."

"Hybrid."

"Right. Perfect mix of vampire and werewolf, which last I heard is supposed to give you perfect control over your instincts."

"He was part animal. A werewolf. It wasn't about vampire instinct; it was a play for power, for leadership and not even his leadership, and why am I even explaining this to you?" He asked, agitated.

"I have no idea, especially since it seriously sounds like you're trying to excuse what they did."

"I'm not. But murder? Aren't you best friends with Damon Salvatore?"

"Excuse you? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Last I heard, he turned your mother into a vampire. So if this was about getting back at someone who hurt you, who did bad, then why is he still alive?"

"Tyler? If you say another word, I swear to God I will leave, and if you make an attempt to get in my way, we will have a repeat of that night."

Tyler flexed his jaw, his cheekbones sinking, and straightened. He dropped his phone on the desk with a loud thud and walked around to the chair behind it.

"You know what?" Bonnie stood and grabbed her bag, phone and jacket. She slung the bag over shoulder and headed for the door.

Tyler didn't leave his position of slouching in the chair. He turned his neck to look at her when she reached the door. "And what the hell am I supposed to say to Ms. Baskin?"

"Compel her," Bonnie snapped. "You want me to believe you're the only one who doesn't use that little trick?"

She shoved the door open and left.