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Stiles and I stayed up all night. We tried and failed to actually watch the movies that Lydia had. We didn't talk, just held hands. Neither of us knew what happened and neither of us wanted to be the first one to say something.

By the time the sun came up, we were both snuggled up together and still wide awake. Stiles was rubbing circles on my hand with his thumb. I looked over at him, content.

"There is someone who might be able to tell us what happened." He told me, quietly.

"Who?" I asked him.

"Deaton," he supplied. As soon as he said it, I felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. Of course, Deaton would know something. "He's normally at the clinic Sunday mornings." I looked over at Stiles, really looked at him. I haven't known him for very long, but sometimes he still surprises me with how smart he is. I don't know how to explain it… He's always able to make connections that everyone else seems to miss.

"That's really smart." I told him. He smiled sheepishly at me. "We should go see him."

"There was a spark?" Deaton asked us to clarify. We both nodded. "And you were kissing when it happened?" He added. We nodded, again. "I've only ever heard of one thing related to what you described to me." He admitted.

"Would it kill you to not be cryptic for once in your life?" Stiles asked him, as he paced the room. Deaton looked amused.

"Please?" I tried. Deaton nodded resolutely.

"You're a witch, Bonnie – a Bennett witch, no less. Stiles, you have spark and I can see the untapped potential that you have. It's rumored – on rare occasion – that when two supernaturals are drawn together are powerful enough, they can help balance the other. Often times, it results in enhanced abilities with both parties. There is more to the legend, but I'm a bit rusty on it. I'm afraid. Let me do some digging and I'll let you know what I find."

I wouldn't say that our conversation with Deaton really made either of us feel any better. We left the clinic with more information than we had, but that really isn't saying much. Everything was vague.

I'm not sure how I feel about it – how I feel about anything. I just really wanted things to be simple, even if it was for a little while. Stiles is right. Everything else is complicated. Why couldn't we just be… easy? I mean, the chemistry is easy… being around him easy… So far, living in Beacon Hills has been easy.

Am I just deluding myself? It's only a matter of time before shit hits the fan. It always happens. It's just a matter of when it'll happen.

Stiles' POV

I tried to focus on what Deaton was telling us, but I keep looking at Bonnie. I couldn't help it. She makes these adorable faces when her guard is down and she thinks that no one is watching. She looks so innocent – so young.

I can tell that she's been hurt before. She has that haunted look in her eyes. She has that same look that almost all of us in the pack have – the look that says that I fought in a war and I survived. She's told me some of what she's been through and I've heard the vague gist of her love life through Lydia. I know that I don't know everything and I know that I haven't told her everything – not yet.

I knew when I met Bonnie that she was supposed to be here. She was supposed to be in Beacon Hills. I can't explain it. It's just something that I felt. It was probably that spark that Deaton told me about. So far, all it's been good for is spreading mountain ash…

I held her hand as I drove her home. She didn't say anything, but I know an inner freak out when I see one. She's a lot more reserved than I am. She's better at concealing her emotions.

As weird as it sounds, it's nice spending time with someone who's been through the ringer just as much as I have. It's comforting, in a way. I know that she won't judge me and she understands me on some level, just because of our similar experiences.

Not only that, but Bonnie breathes selflessness. I know that she's had people abuse that and take advantage of her. It's why she left Mystic Falls. She may not have come out and said it, but it doesn't take a genius to figure it out.

I don't see how this supernatural magnetism thing can be a bad thing… at least not all bad.

Bonnie's POV

The ride back to my house seemed to take a lot longer than the ride to the clinic. We didn't really talk, but we really didn't need to.

When we pulled into Lydia's place, I wasn't ready to go inside. Stiles seemed to pick up on it, because he didn't turn off the Jeep. We just sat in silence.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, and looked over at me. "We can, uh… We can go to my place… if you want. I mean… We don't have to, but if you don't wanna stay here. It's… It's an option." He offered. I gave him a grateful smile.

"That'd be nice. Thanks Stiles." I thanked him. He smiled and nodded, before driving towards his house.

Somewhere in between the Martin residence and the Stilinski house, I started to deteriorate. My hands started to shake and my chest felt like it was tightening. I kept having flashbacks of Mystic Falls and all of the awful prophecies we had to deal with. They never ended well – ever. What if whatever is between me and Stiles ends up being like that?! I don't want to be the one thing that gets him killed. I couldn't take that.

I let go of Stiles' hand and cradled my head to my chest. I tried taking deep breaths, but it didn't work. I can't slow my breathing down. It's like my brain won't work right.

The car jerked to a stop and Stiles unfastened his seat-belt. He jumped out of the car and came over to my side. He put his hands on my face and started talking to me. I couldn't hear him. I could feel the nervousness radiate off of him. I leaned into his touch and his memories started skirting across my vision.

I saw Stiles as a child. I saw him visiting his mom at the hospital. I saw them making cookies and doing all the things that little boys are supposed to do with their mothers. I saw him waiting up for his father coming home from work. I saw Stiles breakdown and have his own panic attacks outside of his mother's hospital room, when he thought it was okay to crumble. I saw Stiles struggling to be strong in front of his mom and his father. I saw Stiles lose it in the hallway when he got the news that his mother passed. I saw Ms. McCall try to console him.

I pulled away from Stiles and became vaguely aware that I had been holding my breath. We stared at each other in a pregnant silence. Stiles fidgeted and I didn't know what to say. He helped me out of the car and I realized that we were parked in front of his house.

"Let's, um, let's go inside. We can talk there."