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"Does anyone else feel wrong being at school right now?" Kira asked everyone. The group of us gave a collective shrug.

"I was just thinking that. We're sitting ducks here." Isaac agreed.

"We can't just skip." Scott spoke up. Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Please, like anyone will really hold it against us if we ditch. Someone is trying to kill us." Stiles lamented.

"Stiles, when isn't someone trying to kill us?" Lydia asked. Stiles opened his mouth, just to close it again. His defeat was absolutely adorable. I gave his hand a gentle squeeze and leaned in to give him a quick kiss. I went to pull away, but he had other ideas. Stiles pulled me back into the kiss and nibbled on my bottom lip.

"We're gonna be late and I doubt Coach is going to cut us any slack if you use sucking face as your excuse." Erica mused and she grabbed my forearm. She yelped and let me go. We broke apart and faced the scowling blonde. She was rubbing her hand. "How did you do that?" She asked me.

"We shocked her." I voiced as I processed what happened. Stiles gave me a knowing look.

"Yeah, but how did you do that?" She repeated her question.

"Sweetheart, didn't you say that we were going to be late to class?" Lydia came to our rescue. "There will plenty of time to talk about this somewhere more private than the middle of school. Don't you think?" She asked, tilting her head, giving Erica her signature thoughtful gaze. I doubt that anyone ever knows what Lydia is feeling, unless she wants them to.

"I don't know why everyone starts to care about PDA, when I get a girlfriend. Seriously. I've had to put up with Lydia and Jackson for forever, Scott and Allison, Scott and Kira, Erica and Boyd…" Stiles complained.

"Walk me to class?" I asked him, changing the subject. He grumbled the whole way there.

"Nice for you to join us." Coach Finstock said as we clustered into the room. We all took our seats.

"Aren't they going to get into trouble for being late?!" Greenberg asked from the back of class. Coach sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed.

"Are you suggesting that I'm not capable of keeping my students under control, Greenberg?" Finstock asked him, loudly. "I'm a teacher, damn it! I don't need any help from you or any other student to do my job!"

"But Coach, when I'm late you always send me to the office!" Greenberg argued.

"Do you really want to go to the office, Greenberg?!"

"No, that's not what I was saying!"

"Get out." Coach told me.

"But Coach…"

"Get out, Greenberg." Coach told him, again. "Don't make me tell you again!"

My phone started going off as we walked out of the school building. I looked at my caller ID and saw that it was Dean.

"Hey Dean," I answered, cordially.

"Hey Bonnie, we're about an hour and a half away. I thought we'd give you a head's up." He told me.

"I appreciate that. Thanks. Why don't you meet us at Derek's loft?" I asked him, before rattling off the address.

"Sounds good." He agreed, before hanging up. I looked over at Stiles.

"Are you ready to get this over with? It's better to tell them, before everyone gets to town." I sighed.

"Yeah, let's do this. It's better than Klaus doesn't know. No one should know outside of the pack." He agreed.

"And the hunters," I added. "Bobby and Ash already know. There's a good chance that Dean and Sam do, too. Chris is supposed to get back today. We should tell him, too. Derek said that he's practically pack."

Stiles' POV

To say that I was nervous was a severe understatement. I trust the pack – I do. I have no idea how they're going to take this or how it even affects us. I know that it's just a matter of time before everyone finds out about our spark. If Klaus is as bad as Bonnie says he is, I know that he's going to find a way to use this against her.

Bonnie's a lot like me. I get the feeling that she plays everything down. When she shares her memories… she paints a better picture than it was. I don't think it's a conscious decision or that she does it on purpose. I see hurt in her eyes when her past comes up, hurt that her stories don't quite live up to.

Bonnie's POV

Stiles stopped me in the hallway outside of Derek's loft. He didn't say anything, just pulled me into his arms. He held me and I buried my face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I took a deep breath. It took me a minute to realize that Stiles wasn't the one shaking – I was.

He touched his lips to my forehead and I felt the spark ignite. Before I could move I felt jolted back in time. Memories of the past few years danced in front of my eyes. I remembered meeting Stefan and Damon for the first time in Mystic Falls. I remembered telling Elena that they were bad news. I remembered forcing my Grams to help me free Stefan from the tomb and finding her dead body. I remember the grief that I felt, that I still feel.

I tried to get out of our embrace, but it was like we were stuck together. I couldn't stop remembering the things that I wanted nothing more than to forget. I remembered Caroline turning and the heartbreak when I thought that she was just a monster. I remembered Elena turning her back on her friends for the Salvatores. I remembered my dad never thinking that I was important enough to be around for. I remembered finding my mother, just to watch her die again. I remember her leaving and the anger I felt. I remembered struggling with expression and being threatened by Klaus time and time again. I remembered watching Jeremy die. I remembered everything.

By the time the vision faded, I was shaking worse than before and I was sobbing. Stiles didn't say a word. He didn't have to, but I was afraid to know what he was thinking. That was something that I didn't want him to see. That was something that I never wanted anyone to see. It was something that I couldn't stop seeing.

I pulled away and mopped my face off with my sleeve. I took a deep breath and looked up at Stiles. His expression is unreadable. He brushed some hair out of my face and behind my ear.

"I guess this makes us even." I told him, quietly. "We should…" I cleared my throat. "We should get in there. We need to talk to them. The Winchesters will be here soon."

"Bonnie…"

"We can talk about this later – tonight." I interrupted him, before I opened the door to Derek's. Everyone looked over at us. I knew that they were listening. They just don't know what they were listening to. "We should talk." I told them, as my eyes landed on an unfamiliar man. He must be Mr. Argent.

"I agree." Deaton spoke up. "Many of you must be wondering about the energy between Bonnie and Stiles." Deaton began. "Do you mind if I explain this?" He asked me. I shook my head.

"Neither of us mind. Go ahead." Stiles gave the okay for both of us. Deaton started to explain the spark and all we knew about it.

"That's why you shocked me?" Erica asked. Stiles nodded.

"That's why you guys were floating." Scott added. I nodded.

"So far, the only weakness we've been able to find is that they can be used against each other." Deaton continued to explain.

"As leverage," Chris chimed in.

"Exactly," Deaton agreed. "Stiles because Bonnie is of the Bennett bloodline, it is possible that the bond between the two of you has the potential to be more powerful than bonds that have happened in the past."

"Will that affect me?" Stiles asked. Deaton raised his hands in uncertainty.

"It's possible. You have spark, Stiles. I believe that there is magic in your bloodline. The bond between the two of you may make it more prominent." Deaton answered.

"Good to know." I said. "Look," I breathed, addressing the group. "This needs to stay within the pack. Klaus is unpredictable. I trust Caroline, my vampire friend that Klaus is infatuated with, but I don't want Klaus to threaten her for information on us. The Winchesters might already know. We'll have to play that by ear." I requested.

"That won't be a problem." Derek agreed.

"Yeah, we won't say anything." Scott promised. Everyone murmured in agreement.

"I'm Chris, Chris Argent." Chris took a second to introduce himself. I shook his hand.

"Bonnie, Bonnie Bennett," I replied. He gave me a wry smile.

"Deaton tells me that Rufus was your uncle. He was a good man." Chris told me.

"Thank you." I breathed. A knock sounded on Derek's door. Lydia and Jackson walked over to answer it. The opened the door to two handsome looking hunters. Stiles stepped closer to me and rubbed my arm, gingerly. I rubbed his hand before walking over to the door with Deaton, Scott and Derek.

"You must be Bonnie." The shorter of the two said. I nodded.

"You must be Dean." I guessed. He smiled. "And you must be Sam," I said, looking at the taller one with longer hair. He nodded. "Do you have it?" I asked Deaton. He nodded and handed me a bottle with the cap off. He had one of his own in his hand. We both splashed the Winchesters in the face with holy water. They blinked and wiped the water from their faces.

"Our apologies, we had to be sure, before we allowed you into our home." Deaton expressed.

"We're used to it." Sam assured him. We stepped out of their way and let them come inside. Jackson closed the door behind them.

"Before Klaus comes to town, there's something you need to know," I told everyone. They all looked at me. "The only way that an Original can be killed is with a white oak stake. Under no circumstances can we kill one."

"Bonnie, they're bad news." Stiles argued. Of course he knows, he saw my memories.

"You don't get it." I said, louder than before. "If you kill an Original, you kill their entire bloodline." I tried to explain.

"How is that a bad thing?" Dean asked. "How do vampires even have bloodlines?"

"What Bonnie is trying to say is that is you kill an Original vampire, all of the vampires that they have sired and all of the vampires those vampires have sired will die. It would be genocide." Peter explained. That seemed to make it click for everyone.

"Not all vampires are bad, just like not all werewolves kill. We're talking about thousands that would die." I told them. "By some miracle someone finds a way to kill one of them, we can't do it."

"Not that there is any more white oak in existence," Deaton lied smoothly. The werewolves didn't look phased. He must be controlling his heart rate. They don't need to know. Peter doesn't need to know.

We ordered a mess of pizza and everyone was at the Lydia's. Derek, Dean, Chris, and Sam were drinking beer and trading stories. Deaton and Peter were talking the other room. I was lying on the floor sandwiched between Stiles and Isaac. The others were lying around us, leafing through Lydia's movie collection.

The doorbell rang and Boyd got up to answer it. I saw Caroline on the other side of the doorway. I got up and ran to the threshold.

"Care!" I exclaimed. She beamed.

"Bon!" She squealed. I looked over at Lydia and she nodded. I looked at Caroline and concentrated on her aura. I took her hand into mine and felt her energy. I smiled.

"Just making sure that you're you," I told her, before inviting her inside.

"It's so good to see you." She said, before engulfing me into a hug. I squeezed her back. I pulled away, before touching her face and muttering a quick spell. When I finished, she looked at me quizzically.

"Klaus won't be able to compel you, now." I assured her. She flashed me a smile. Everyone started to walk over to us. Dean looked at her, confused.

"Amanda?" He asked. Caroline shook her head.

"My name is Caroline, Caroline Forbes." She corrected him.

"You look just like Amanda." He breathed. "You had red hair and you weren't a vamp back then."

"Back when?" Caroline asked him.

"I was in high school." Dean replied, still peering at her. Caroline seemed to realize what he was talking about.

"You must have known my aunt. My mom has a younger sister. Everyone says I look just like her." Caroline told him. She pulled out her phone and showed him a picture of both of them together.

"That's crazy." Dean admitted. Caroline nodded.

"Do I smell pizza?" Care asked. "I'm starving!" I watched her steal some pizza, before I went to shut the door.

"Now Bonnie, that's no way to treat a guest. Is it?" Klaus said, showing up out of nowhere.

"You're not a guest." I quipped.

"Aren't you going to invite me inside, love?" He asked me, smirking.

"Not a chance in hell." I told him, before closing the door in his face.