The Camaro sped through town in the light of the setting sun, accelerating off the merging ramp and onto the highway. Bonnie was annoyed by the number of cars on the road. Ugh, rush hour. She scanned the vehicles for a dark grey Corolla.

"I bet they're past city limits already," Derek switched gears and passed a bright-blue minivan.

She cursed under her breath. "Which means they're going at 80 now instead of 20 like the rest of us."

"Well, we're actually going 60-,"

"These vampires know what they're doing, they aren't exactly worried about the highway patrol."

Derek's raised an eyebrow, "Was that a crack at my driving?"

"Haven't seen you driving yet."

This used to feel like duelling, the way they flung sharp words and waited for first draw. Now it had become a dance, circling, dipping, anticipating, a tenuous line between practiced and spontaneous.

Derek flashed that grin again. The acceleration pushed her into the seat as the Camaro wove between vehicles. She gripped the door handle.

"Too fast for you princess?"

Circle. Dip. Pause.

"This is fast?"

Hazel eyes pierced hers and a rush of adrenaline made her giddy. She could feel magic throbbing in her veins.

"You're not wearing your seatbelt."

Bonnie glanced down before she caught herself and the car thrust forward, now going almost 80,

"Asshole." But there was a smile in her voice.

Derek laughed.

They cleared the traffic and the dusk-shadowed landscape sped by. She'd never been driven this fast. But instead of fear, her body shivered with excitement. She stole a glance at Derek. Shadow and light washed over the strong planes of his face. His hand on the gear was steady, his shoulders car's breakneck speed seemed as much a part of his body as breathing. Her eyes strayed to his forearm and lingered on the dusting of dark hair, the same color as the hair on his chest, drawing the gaze across hard, muscled planes. A wild thought made her want to touch that hardness, make it slide along her palm, make it yield...

"Can you handle a stick?" his voice interrupted her reverie.

"What?"

He gave her a strange look.

"Oh! A stick shift. Yes... it's been a while though." Her ears flamed beneath the waves of her hair as she peered through the windshield. They'd passed city limits and were cruising through the wide swathe of interstate. The road looped ahead of them, almost limitless.

Bonnie exhaled in frustration.

"What's wrong?"

"I wish I had some idea where they were taking her. They could be heading for Canada for all we know."

She sensed the slight shift in his voice, "That night in the woods, when you saw her in your vision...you must have seen something."

"It was all so fast and -."

"Anything. A hill, a road-sign, a-,"

"A river," she twisted around in her seat, "there was a river, it was full of bodies and..." it came back like snatches of a buried dream, the bloated corpses, and the white figure with blood on its lips. No, her lips. A woman with fishbelly-pale skin, and sharp sharp teeth in a red mouth. The choking taste of black water filled her throat again. Bonnie shook her head.

"Show me."

"What?" she had an idea what he meant, but didn't want to consider it. Derek slowed down and pulled over on the gravel. His grey-green eyes were intense when they found hers.

"Werewolves can...share things with each other- memories, images - through contact. Specifically, a bite."

"There's no way I'm letting you bite me."

"Relax, princess," he rolled his eyes, "I think any kind of simple contact will do. You can punch me in the stomach if you want, whatever, just try and communicate what you see, to me."

She'd always known that magic connected all the witches in the world, like far-flung veins of a single, mighty river. But communing with non-witches? Her skepticism must've showed on her face.

"Look, we can try this or drive around for a few more hours while some vampires -,"

The memory came like a sudden flash of lightning illuminating the landscape. A boy's handsome smile, his hand in hers, the surge of ecstatic power through her veins while the leaves around them danced in a sudden, gusting wind. Channeling.

"No," she smiled, cutting in, "I have a better idea."

Derek followed Bonnie out of the car and into the trees. For a tiny bird-like thing she had a pretty determined stride. He ducked under a branch.

"Bonnie, you gonna tell me what we're doing?"

She stopped, glancing around her to make sure they were alone. When she faced him, her slender shoulders were squared with determination.

"What you said about sharing things earlier," she took a deep breath, "There's a way that I can channel your power to strengthen my magic. I've never done it with a werewolf before, but I think it'll work."

He raised an eyebrow, "Who've you done it with?"

"He was a warlock," the slight pike in her heartbeat piqued his curiosity, "It doesn't matter. The point is, you're a supernatural being, and I can draw on your power to make my magic do things it can't normally do."

"Like?"

"Like...," she sighed and bit her lip, "I guess it's kind of like teleporting."

"Ok, you draw the line at biting, I draw it at teleporting." He started to turn around when she grabbed his elbow, closing the distance between them. Her small fingers were firm, insistent.

"This is our best shot."

A breeze stirred her hair, buffeting her cinnamon-sweet perfume against his senses.

He grunted, "What makes you think this will work?"

"You're an alpha wolf, I'm a pretty powerful witch. And that girl, Rei, she's... I don't know what she is, but she's special. If I channel you I'm sure I can see her, and take us there."

There was a clarity and authority in her voice that used to raise his hackles when they first met. It's what led him to coin the Princess nickname. But lately, it wasn't irritation that rose in him. It was more akin to a challenge, one that excited both the powerful wolf and the jaded man.

He nodded and a small smile quirked her lips. Tentative fingers brushed his. "I have to touch you for this to work."

Her hands were cold when he grasped them in his, when he ran a thumb across her wrist-bone,

"Like this?"

"Yeah," she said softly.

Her eyes closed and concentration wrinkled her brow. At first he felt nothing. Then a small tug jolted through him, starting in his belly and spreading to his extremities. It happened again, stronger this time, like his blood was a wave at high-tide; not an unpleasant sensation, but a new one. The woods grew darker, shadow creeping around them. Derek glanced up at the sky, saw the half-moon clear and luminescent against wispy clouds.

"What-" when he looked back down he saw that they stood in a widening pool of light, like all the illumination in the woods was being drawn to their bodies. Bonnie stood with her head thrown back, bathed in soft silver light, her throat and chest moving with deep breaths. The tugging sensation grew stronger, there was a rush of wind around them like huge wings, and he felt himself pulled up up up and out in a breathless release.

Everything was misty air and clouds strung with stars like Christmas lights across a hidden city. A hundred thousand voices swirled around them. Laughter. Tears. Cursing. Whispering. He couldn't see anything, or catch any scent. His only anchoring was Bonnie, the distinct pulse of her heart, the soft warmth of her hands in his.

And then suddenly there was silence and mist swallowed her face.

So sorry for leaving y'all hanging, but my wedding happened then I started grad school and first semester was a total bitch. Also, thanks to EVIL people on Tumblr I got sucked into the Klonnie ship, SO I'm also working on a multi-chapter Klonnie fic that's going to be out soon :) I have couple shorter Klonnie fics up "And Persephone Fell" and "A Very Original Christmas", for those of y'all that ship Klonnie. Show a girl some love and leave a review if you can xoxoxo Until next time darlings.