I do not own the Vampire Diaries. The CW and L.J. Smith do.

Bonnie had slept uncomfortably all night. She remembered trying to toss and turn, but for some reason she couldn't. Now as her eyes fluttered open, she felt a heavy weight on her and her room was unusually dark. She tried to get up, but as she shifted her body (which only moved about a centimeter) her cheek rubbed against something furry, and her heart started to beat frantically. Emphatically she hit her fists up in the air only to find a hard surface above her.

"What now, why can't I ever get my beauty sleep?" a familiar voice said.

Oh, no ,no ,no, no. This is an absolute nightmare, she thought as Damon started to fidget.

"What the hell is going on?" he yelled as he beat the surface of the coffin. He then noticed that someone was underneath him. Bonnie wanted to stay silent, or in fact play dead, but of course that wasn't going to work.

"We're in a coffin," she said lowly.

"Oh, really, you know Judgey I would have never had guessed that," came Damon's sarcastic reply.

"Out of all the people," Bonnie said, sucking her teeth.

"Why thank you witch, out of all the people you would want me here," Damon said, chuckling and even though Bonnie couldn't see she could sense his smirk.

"Now get us out of here," Damon said in a demanding tone.

Bonnie couldn't believe him. "How?"

"Do one of your witchy ju ju spells, duh," came Damon's reply.

"I don't know what to do," Bonnie said, helplessly.

"Why am I not surprised?" Damon said, cackling.

"Why are you not that concerned?" Bonnie screamed and was surprised by her own voice. She could feel every inch of Damon's body on her. He was muscular and hard and because he was taller than her he engulfed her whole body. She could also smell the hint of whisky and cologne on him.

"Judgy, you have to calm down," Damon said, putting each of his hands on her shoulder.

"Stop," she said, giving him an aneurysm.

"Ha, ha," Damon laughed. "Was that one of your witchy migranes?" he asked her.

"What happened?" Bonnie asked.

"It didn't last that long," he said.

"What's the last thing you remember?" she asked Damon.

"Well, weren't we all at The Grille?"

"Yeah, but what happened?"

"Look, Bonnie if you wanted me, all you had to do was ask, you didn't have to concoct this grand scheme to get me in here with you," Damon said, grinding more into her.

Bonnie wanted more than ever to create a fire, but that would kill them both, instead she pounded her small fists in Damon.

"That hurt so much," Damon said, holding on to her wrists.

"Let me go," she said, through gritted teeth.

Damon let her go. "I'll just get my cell phone," she said, moving her hand to her right hand pocket, but as much as she tried to avoid contact with Damon, she brushed his leg and heard him take an intake of breath.

"Yeah, because we are going to get reception here," he said, sarcastically but he shifted his weight as well as he managed to get his cell phone out of his back pocket, his leg kneaded into Bonnie's. A slight whimper escaped Bonnie's throat.

"Look even if it doesn't work, at least I'll have light and a few games to play," she said, looking at her cell phone with no bars.

"Oh I know a game we could play," Damon said suggestively, rubbing his hair in Bonnie's face.

Bonnie nudged him. "Screw you," she said.
"You do not have to put it in those terms, but yeah," Damon said laughing as if it was so funny.

"I wish it was the other way around," Bonnie said to herself.

"What?" Damon said confused, but then he got it. "Oh, you rather be on top," he said. "Don't worry Judgey I like any position, but this is probably my favorite."

"Just be quiet," she said even though she knew he wasn't capable of doing that. Damon looked at Bonnie's green eyes shining because of the cell phone. He checked his cell phone and there were no bars.

"Oh my gosh, what are we- what am I going to eat?"

"Don't worry," Damon said, taking out a flask.

"What's in it?" Bonnie asked.

"Kool-aid, c'mon witchy, Jack Daniel's. You can have all of it. Wait a sec," Damon said, digging into his pocket and leaning more into Bonnie, which she thought was on purpose.

He took out a bag of opened Sour Patch Kids and handed it to her. Bonnie thought the gesture very kind, but as always Damon knew how to ruin a moment.

"Now what are you going to give me?" he said, caressing her neck with his hand.

"Oh, I'll, I'll," but then she stopped.

Both of them perked their ears. They had heard something coming from above and for some reason Bonnie started to sob. Then it hit Damon, no matter what Bonnie still lacked maturity, something he often forgot because of the way she was around him. She was still just seventeen and new to all this supernatural stuff.

"It's going to be okay," he said, trying to comfort her.

"No it's not. I'm going to run out of oxygen. We don't where the hell we are and we don't know what's going to happen," she stated through sobs.

"I'm going to get us out of here," Damon said, wanting to sound sure but knew he hadn't.

Bonnie couldn't help but think what had she and Damon had done to deserve this. She couldn't help but think that she was being tested. Yes this was a test but she didn't know how to pass it and she hadn't prepared for it.

"Damon, answer this: You didn't have anything to do with this?"

"No," Damon said and she could hear his sincerity in his voice. "How about you?"

"No," Bonnie said.

"So, who played a hand in this?" Damon asked.

They were still for a moment, Damon listening to Bonnie's breathing that may soon be no more and wondering how the hell they were going to get out of this one.

This idea just popped into my mind and I just wanted to get it out. Tell me what you think and thanks for reading.