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My mind is still reeling. It wasn't hard to fix my door. A quick spell took care of that. By the way Deaton was looking at us when we came downstairs, he knew what had caused the extra punch in my magic. Stiles and I were holding hands and I could still feel the spark's presence, but it wasn't overwhelming, like it was before. It's almost like we have control over it, for the moment.

"Don't worry everyone. I fixed the lights." Peter announced as he walked down in front of us, rubbing the back of his head. Derek smirked.

"We heard, Pedowolf." Isaac mused. Peter scowled at him.

"Out of all the things that you could have called me, you had to go with that. Really children?" Peter sighed.

"Maybe you should try minding your own business, Peter." Stiles suggested.

I groaned and stretched. I froze when I hit something with my hand. I opened my eyes and covered my mouth, when I realized that I had just hit Stiles in the face. I leaned forward and kissed the cheek that I just abused.

"You can hit on me every morning, if that's what it's going to end with." Stiles whispered. I giggled and kissed his lips. "I was thinking…" He said, pulling away.

"What were you thinking?" I asked him.

"I was thinking that in all of this craziness, it would be nice to do something normal. What do you think?"

"I'm a fan of normal." I told him. He grinned, sheepishly. "What did you have in mind?"

"A date," he answered, moving his mouth steadily closer to mine. "We should go on a date after school. Leave everything to me."

"Do you really think that's a good idea… considering?" I asked him.

"Bonnie, do you trust me?"

"Yes, but –" I started to say. He touched the side of my face and nuzzled his nose against mine.

"Do you trust me?" He asked me, again. I nodded.

"I do."

"Then trust me to plan this."

"Okay." I agreed. He smiled. "Last night was…"

"Amazing?" Stiles finished for me. I nodded as a blood rushed to my face.

"It was, but… I'm not ready for things to go that fast – to keep going that fast. The physical aspect of this needs to slow down." I told him, softly. He nodded. He cupped the side of my face.

"I'm fine with slow, Bonnie."

"I just…" I sighed. I don't want to ruin what we have by rushing things. I'm honestly not ready for things to be that physical. Even with Jeremy we didn't get that far. There was always so much going on and then he cheated on me… with ghosts.

Stiles' POV

I can almost hear the inner freak-out that Bonnie's having. I'm a lot of things, but loyal is definitely one of them. I wouldn't mess around with anyone else, just because she doesn't want to jump into getting physical. She needs to know that.

"Hey, seriously, it's fine. We can take this is slow as you want to. Just being with you is enough." I promised her. She snuggled closer to me. "This is enough. You're enough."

"How can you eat that first thing in the morning?" Lydia asked Dean, as he shoveled pie into his mouth. He grinned at her with his mouth full.

"It's pie." He told her, like it answered everything. She pursed her lips and poured herself more coffee.

"It's like watching someone self-inflict diabetes." She mused, offhandedly. Sam snorted with laughter.

"Finally, someone agrees with me." Sam breathed. Dean shrugged.

"Say what you want, but pie is awesome." Dean professed.

"Who doesn't like pie?" I asked, not speaking to anyone in particular.

"That guy," Dean gestured to his brother. We all got a laugh out of that.

Bonnie's POV

I didn't really pay attention in class. It didn't seem that important. I don't know how the pack does it. I don't even know how I used to do it. How do you concentrate on school, on times like these? It beats the hell out of me.

Lydia is supposed to go to Eichen House after school and talk to Meredith. She's the other banshee they were telling me about. Lydia is hoping that she might be able to help crack the code for the next part of the list. I hope it helps. We could use all the information we can get.

Caroline keeps texting me. Apparently, Sam and Dean keep picking her brain about Mystic Falls and how a town being run by vampires works. She doesn't seem to mind too much. I think Dean is still a little weirded out about how much she looks like her aunt, Amanda.

Deaton and Chris have been working on obtaining and creating weapons for all of us. I haven't heard any news on how that's going. Klaus is supposed to be helping with that. Apparently, he has access to an arsenal of weapons that have been kept hidden in New Orleans. I don't know how that's going to work.

"Earth to Bonnie," Coach called out. I jumped and looked up at him. He gave me an exasperated look. "Can you stop daydreaming about your boyfriend for thirty minutes and pay attention for the rest of my class?" He snapped. I nodded. I could hear Greenberg snicker in the background. I rolled my eyes.

"She can't help that she wants some of this." Stiles mused, as he ran his hands over his torso, smirking.

"She's the only one." Greenberg quipped. I opened my mouth to retort, but someone else beat me to it.

"Can it, Greenberg. No one asked you." Jackson snapped.

"Since when do you stand up for Stilinski?" Coach and Greenberg asked. Jackson sighed.

"He's my friend. I can make fun of him, but you can't. I'm Jackson Whittemore. I do what I want. This is why no one likes you, Greenberg." Jackson sneered. I knew that I wasn't the only one confused by his admission. I'm not sure if it's the dead-pool talking or a need for Jackson to be closer to his pack, but he's been protective of all of us since last night.

"Yeah, but –" Greenberg started to argue.

"Let it go, man." Danny spoke up. I turned around in my seat and saw Danny trying to soothe things over. I didn't miss the fact that he and Isaac were holding hands over their desks, either. I smiled and nodded in their direction. Danny returned it and Isaac seemed to be lost in his own little world. 'So cute,' I mouthed.

"Where are we going?" I asked Stiles, trying to see through the blindfold that he put on me.

"If I tell you, then it's not a surprise."

"I hate surprises." I told him.

"You'll like this one. I promise." He vowed. I sighed, but nodded, hesitantly.

"I trust you." I agreed, reluctantly. I didn't ask him anymore questions. In a few minutes, the jeep rolled to a stop and Stiles helped me out of the car. We went into a building and I heard him lock up, after us. I doubt he wants any unwanted surprises. I waited for him to take my blindfold off. I blinked and tried to get used to the light. We were at Deaton's animal clinic. Stiles had candles set up everywhere in the operating room. He had a blanket set out of the floor with a picnic and vases full of tulips. I beamed at him. "Wow," I whispered. This is so romantic.

"Do you like it?" He asked me. I nodded and looked around the room.

"It's perfect." I assured him. He scratched the back of his head.

"I wanted it to be outside, because I know that you're more comfortable with nature, but I figured here would be the safest. Caroline and Lydia both said that you'd like it." He shifted his weight from foot to foot. I walked over to him and kissed him.

"I mean it, Stiles. This is perfect." I promised him. He grinned.

"Then let's eat. With my luck, the calm only lasts for so long, before someone or something attacks." He joked. I laughed and nodded.

We settled into a comfortable silence and we ate dinner. We fed each other bites, in b