Okay, so I went into retirement from all things Bamon, but after leaving a review for Esmeralda 312 and going on her tumblr, I decided trying a two part fic won't hurt. So this is kind of dedicated to her. Keep on keeping Baminators and let me no what you think of this.

Cling

Amongst the gathered friends and the blond witch, Liv, two pairs of lovers hugged and kissed their significant others but for some reason, there was a disconnect, a divide a shift in the atmosphere of a wonderful reunion or what it was supposed to be and feel like.

Jeremy held Bonnie in a tight embrace; his back was against Elena who was smothering her prodigal boyfriend with kisses and hugs. Damon's body was there with his girl but his mind was absent, he could not stop looking at the witch who was just managing to hide her anger and annoyance. Yes, they were finally home but it didn't feel like home anymore. The vampire extended his hand out, he knew he was wrong, God he was wrong for what he did, she did not want to come back but he took her choice away. When they finally found an ancient seraph, he found them an out and gave them a choice between staying or leaving, Damon was happy, Bonnie, not so much.

She told him she was at peace, she did not want to go back, and Damon had made it clear he would not leave without her. Bonnie insisted that she would not change her mind and they agreed to disagree. When the time came to depart, they said their goodbyes, or so she thought.

He stepped across the newly created threshold between heaven and purgatory; he reached out his hand for a final handshake 'common, it's just a goodbye to an old friend.' She had reached out to him because in all the time spent together and since their deaths, he had not given her any reason not to trust him. They shook hands but when she tried to pull back, she found herself being thrust forward, toward him. 'No….no.'

She had tried to step back into the white background but she was shutout. There was a transparent barrier preventing her from reentering the kingdom. She did not get a chance to confront the fanger, she suddenly felt herself falling into nothing, and then boom! There they were, facing the loves of their lives inside the Gilbert family home.

This was Damon's fault, he dragged her back to hell on earth, kicking and screaming and then he had the audacity to try and hold her hand as if he hadn't just betrayed her. Tears were starting to line up at the tip of her eyelids, she was so angry she had to stop looking at him. She didn't want to do anything to stir up controversy, as much as she wanted to say fuck you all, she didn't want Jere and her friends to feel bad.

Ain't that something? In a way or two, she was still the same Bonnie; the one saw to it that everyone was okay. But she would not do it anymore, not this time. She detangled herself from Jeremy's suffocating love grip and headed for the door.

The startled yet relieved boy wondered why the sudden detachment happened. "Bonnie?"

"Where are you going?"

"Anywhere but here." She walked out of the warm house into cold night, slamming the door so hard that the whole house shook.

The younger boy was going to pursue her but Damon stopped him. "I'll go after her."

She was angry, she was livid; she was mumbling spells she didn't know before. She unexpectedly found herself trekking as fast her bronze legs would go in the pouring rain.

His clothes stuck to his body like glue on paper, his hair stuck to his face like gum on shoe. He felt slightly uncomfortable, but he took longer strides and caught up with her in no time. He was right behind her, she could hear his footsteps, and she started running.

He sped up to her and caught her by her left hand, bringing her to an unwanted halt. "Bonnie. I'm so sor-" he did not get to finish; he felt his bottom lip being jammed between his teeth. She slapped him so hard; for a moment, he thought he had gone blind from the backhanded slap. It was quite painful that he had no choice but to drop her hand so he could rub his face.

Yes they had had fights before, she had lit him ablaze before, she had given him aneurysms before but never had she raised her hand against him. For a good moment, he wanted to vamp out, but he took a deep breathe.

She began walking again, this time; they walked at the same pace.

"I trusted you."

"Bonnie, I was wrong. Forgive me."

"I trusted you Damon."

"I didn't have a choice; I had to bring you back for Jeremy and Elena."

Now those famous words brought her to her standstill. She faced him, eye to first for the first time since their miraculous arrival. "I'm not some pillow to be fluffed for Princess Elena's comfort and I'm not so toy to be bought from the store to appease Prince Jeremy because could get the real toy he wanted."

He was stunned by the hypocrisy of the young girl who once forced Elena to pass through her. "Bonnie you would have done the same; actually you have done the same twice."

The pouring rain melded with her tears while she shook her head as if they were different. "Shut up!" A thunderous lighting raced across the dark sky. "We are not the same, and you're done talking. You're a traitor, you don't get to justify your selfish actions. After all we have been through in death, how could you do this to me?" Crickets, he looked at his feet and said nothing, he felt like a boy being chastised by his mother. "Answer me bastard." She yelled.

Gah, didn't just tell him not to talk? "Because I held your hand and took my last breath with you, because you were the only one that kept me sane over there, because you told me you felt like your life ended before it began and because I never want to live without you." He stepped closer to her and stroked her face. "So I did the selfish thing, because you left me no choice, because you would have done the same thing for me."

She smacked his hand and watched it slide down his side. She pouted and spat out with malice, "You don't want my forgiveness." He shook his head to say no. She chuckled. "Because I, because I, because I. Me. Me. Me." she continued, "it's all about what you want isn't it. Could you be any more selfish than you already are?"

"Yes. I want to be more selfish for you, with you. We were us, just us Bonnie, and we were…the things that….." he stopped talking due to shortage of words to express himself. "I saw that we stood a chance to be happy and alive together and I took it."

"You did not have that right Damon." She wagged her second finger at him, her resentment caused her to tremble. "It wasn't just your chance to take. We had a deal, whatever we thought we felt, whatever happened or didn't happen after the implosion was supposed to stay over there with me."

"I didn't plan to take your choice away, it just happened, but I'm not sorry that you're here."

For a second, he spoke with such conviction that she was lost in his eyes, she had to shake herself out of his spell-filled words. She took a step back then began a dramatic slow slap. "What an Oscar worthy performance. I may have fallen for your lies if I was a novice."

"There's only one God above us Bonnie, its name is the truth. You are the one person I have never hidden the truth from. You are sacred to me, that's why couldn't let go of you."

"You just don't get it do you?" Everyone has ever who loved and cared about me is dead. I have no one."

Those words rang true but they also made his face turn grey with anger. "I love you, I care about you. What about me, don't I count?

"You don't count Damon; I can't allow this to happen."

"This?"

"This. Us, whatever the fuck we are. I can't be an understudy in this horrific Broadway show you call romance, I can't get excited just because you just feel like sampling a new variety of snack. I have been down this road before, loving someone who did not love me the way I wanted to be loved and that shit hurt like a bitch. Having to compete with your brother for a girl, twice, I thought you of all people would know what it feels like to be second best."

"This is not a competition between you and Elena. You are not second best"

"Did you see Elena's face when first saw you? It was filled with gratitude, and relief and joy and love and-"

"No I hardly saw her face, you were the only one I was looking at, no one else mattered. Bonnie, is this about Elena?"

"This is not about Elena, I'm doing this for the sake of my self-preservation, I have to let go of you. For the first time, I have made the decision to put my feelings in order and choose myself, please myself and love myself above anyone else. I can't cling to you, I can't cling to anyone…not anymore"

He clutched the left side of his chest and strummed it loudly for her to hear. "You have me right where you want me so let me…Since you are terrified of the idea of us, I'll let you know that I have no shame in being a clingy man, let me cling to you till you feel assured enough to known that I'd never walkout on you. You don't have to do anything but be…just be. Just let me cling to you till you're comfortable and confident enough to hold back on to me. Bonnie till…."

"No." she said with finality, "what you did was disgusting, I don't think I can deal with it."

Even though he could see fear mixed with disgust in her expression but he was hell bent on craving his words in her soul. "You may be mad and disgusted at me but I think you are more disgusted with yourself. Because even though you'll never admit it, you have feelings for me, you want me Bonnie. God damn it witch! I know you'd rather die by a thousand blades than confess to loving me." He grabbed the sides of her face then stooped lower to place a long, slow, chaste kiss on her lips. He felt her hands, they felt uncertain, yet they held on softly to his waist. She was not returning the kiss neither was she pushing him away. He spoke almost breathlessly, "what I did was wrong, but it hasn't stopped you from loving me, you still love me, now deal with that."

He vanished into the pouring rain with wasp speed.