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and opened the door to a now irritated looking Original.

"You can't come in Klaus." I told him. His lips curved into a sly smirk.

"Then come out here, love. I'd hate to have to burn this house down." He threatened me, smoothly. Caroline balled her fists together and I could tell that she was seconds away from losing it. We never know how Klaus is going to react to her. He's a complete wild card.

"We can talk like this." I countered. He tightened his lips together, but didn't try to sway me, again.

"Have you made any progress on the dead-pool?" He asked me. I shook my head.

"We have sources trying to dig up information, but so far they haven't found anything out. We're still working on decoding the rest of the list. We want to know who's behind this, just as badly as you do." I tried to assure him. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know that he wouldn't believe me, despite the fact that I was telling him the truth.

"Then work harder." He seethed.

Stiles' POV

Who the hell does he think he is? Really?! He thinks that he can just blaze into town and talk to Bonnie this way?! I don't care who he is. It's not okay.

Bonnie's POV

"Why don't you back off? She didn't even have to let you know that your name was on the list, in the first place. You should be grateful that she didn't just leave you in the dark." Stiles spoke up. I didn't have to be touching him to know that he was pissed and he wasn't handling the way that Klaus was talking to me well, at all. I shot him a sideways glance to hopefully shut him up. I'm grateful that he's standing up for me, but I don't want him to become a target, because of it.

"Watch your tongue, boy. Hasn't anyone ever told you to respect your elders? It would be such a shame to see such a young life lost because he decided to mouth off to an Original. How unbelievably careless of you…" Klaus taunted him. I glared at Klaus.

"Just say what you came here to say." I snapped at him. Klaus' smirk returned.

"Touchy subject Bonnie?" Klaus said my name lazily, but it was laced with danger. "What is it that attracts you to such useless, breakable boys?" Klaus threw one last dig at me. I saw red. I wasn't even conscious of the fact that I was lighting Klaus' legs on fire. It wasn't until Stiles grabbed my hand and Derek touched my shoulder that I came to and stopped. Smoke filled the air and Klaus wasn't even fazed.

"Protection spell," I muttered. Well, I wish it would have at least hurt him a little, but I'm not sorry. I don't think I could ever be sorry about hurting him.

"Look, I've heard about you and I know that you're supposed to be some self-obsessed, big shot hybrid. I don't care who the fuck you are, but you don't have the right to just barge in here and start insulting our pack. What do you know about him?" Jackson fumed. I flinched in surprise. I've never seen this side of Jackson really come out with anyone, other than Lydia.

"He's right." Lydia said, quietly. The look that she was giving Klaus was positively lethal. Klaus' smirk faltered. "What do you know about Stiles or our family? He has done more than you can imagine for us. He doesn't think twice, before putting his life on the line, because he wants us all to be safe. That's what a family does. What do you know about family? You're too busy daggering yours to know how they're supposed to work." Lydia stepped in front of me and closer to Klaus. I saw anger flicker across his eyes. "I'm sorry. Did I hit a nerve?" She asked him with mock sincerity. "I doubt that you've ever done anything for anyone else, unless it's benefited you. If that's the case here, you need to turn around and leave. It won't be tolerated. If you want to help, then stay in Beacon Hills, but you will never be welcome in my house. Am I clear?" Lydia threatened him and even I could feel the ice that was radiating off of their exchange.

"And what will you do if I don't?" Klaus asked deviously. Lydia suppressed a smile.

"Do you really want to find out?" Lydia deflected his question with a perfected poker face.

"Very well, I'll play nice, for now. I expect to see results soon."

"Then give us something to work with." I spoke up. Klaus considered my words, before saying anything else. "You have your own connections and a witch. Extra help couldn't hurt… and cover your bases. You left Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol in New Orleans. Make sure that they're being protected, or they'll be sitting ducks. I know that you're Originals, but that doesn't mean that you can't be hurt or desecrated. If there were enough witches who were powerful enough, they could take on your siblings. We're not trying to fight you, Klaus. Right now, we're on the same side. Don't come into our home and spit out threats. I did you a courtesy. I expect you to respect that or I promise this won't end well." I reiterated some of Lydia's earlier threat.

"Fine. We're on the same side. Don't disappoint me. I'll do what I can. Let me know when you've recovered more of the list." He requested. I nodded. "Perhaps, when this is over, I can repay your courtesy." He added, as he turned to leave. I let out of breath relief.

"It's the least you can do, Klaus." Caroline told him, quietly. He turned his head and smiled at her.

"How's Tyler doing, love? Have you heard from him lately?" He sneered at her. Caroline blanched. They both knew that Tyler hadn't come back to Mystic Falls, because he was off trying to seek revenge on Klaus. "It's nice to see that you've gotten your fire back, Bonnie. I was beginning to think that it died with that Gilbert boy." Klaus threw one last insult, before leaving.

I felt it deep in my heart and everything that I've tried to get over and suppress came bubbling back to the surface. Stiles' grip on my hand tightened and I reigned in my outpour of emotions and bottled them back up. Now isn't the time.

We all took a collective deep breath and filed back into the house. I didn't look at anyone, just clung to my grip on Stiles. Lydia closed the door and locked it. Stiles put his arms around me and pressed his lips to my temple. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. It's calming me.

"So that's Klaus?" Dean asked. I nodded.

"And you thought I am full of myself." Peter mused.

"Dude, have you met yourself? You totally are." Scott argued.

"I doubt all of our encounters with him are going to go that well." Deaton sighed.

"Let's count is as a win." Isaac suggested.

"We'll just be cautious. We can't forget what he can do." Derek advised.

"I didn't think I would see Klaus doing that." I breathed.

"Doing what?" Lydia and Caroline asked at the same time.

"Behaving," I answered. Everyone laughed. It was a nice way to ease a little bit of the intense tension in the room.

"Everyone needs to be on their game. I don't want anyone going anywhere alone." Chris announced.

"I can handle myself." Erica argued.

"You sound like the first teenager to die in every horror movie ever made." Stiles told her.

"He's right." Boyd agreed. Erica sighed and rolled her eyes.

"It can't hurt to be prepared." Sam said, offhandedly.

"There are too many people talking. Let's watch a movie. I can't even hear myself think over you people." Jackson complained. Everyone laughed again. He wasn't wrong. We're not used to a full house, not like this.

I took the opportunity to lead Stiles upstairs, to my room. I trust the pack not to go crazy on Caroline. If anyone can break the ice, it's her.

"Do you want to talk about what happened earlier?" Stiles asked me. I held up a finger. I grabbed some sage from dresser and put it on a glass candle plate and lit it on fire. I shut and locked my door, before sitting on my bed with him.

"Now, we can talk." I told him. He looked at me, questioningly. "We can't be overheard over the burning sage." I explained. He nodded.

"All of that happened in last couple years?" He asked me, gently. I nodded. He'd gotten a lot of memories, really fast through the vision that we shared. "I'm so sorry." He apologized.

"I don't want your pity, Stiles. I don't want to see pity in your eyes when you look at me. I'm exactly the same as I was yesterday."

Stiles' POV

This isn't coming out right. I don't pity Bonnie. I just hate what she's been through. She didn't deserve it. Something about her just… Nothing I say comes out right.

"It's not pity… It's… I don't know… I knew what you told me about what you've been through and… you didn't make it sound nearly that bad. Bonnie… what you went through…" I tried to explain myself.

Bonnie's POV

"It's nothing worse than what you've gone through. It's no worse than anything anyone else here has gone through. We've all had to deal with death, Stiles. I'm not the only one. I try not to dwell in it. What does it solve?"

"It's okay to deal with things. I'm not going to think or looking at you any different because of what happened to you. I just… I think I understand it a little better now. You know? Sometimes, when we're talking, I can look at you and I can see how much you're hurting. I can see how much everything has affected you. I'm apologizing, because no one should have to go through that. I know that most of us have gone through our own shit, but that doesn't make dealing with things any better." Stiles confessed. I gave him a sad smile.

In that moment, I knew. I knew that we were kindred souls and I knew that Stiles understood me better than anyone ever had, despite not knowing me for long. I knew that he was a man who could be who I needed. I knew that I wanted to be there for him, as much as he's been there for me. I knew that this spark between us wasn't just a spark. It's so much more than that.

"You don't need to apologize for that, Stiles. Just… be here. Okay? And I want to be here for you, too. If you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them." I told him, softly.

"He was talking about Jeremy, too? Right? I mean, Klaus when he said… what he said?" Stiles asked. I nodded, as I felt tears burn my eyes and nose.

"Yeah, he holds a grudge. I didn't hide the fact that I didn't agree with him or his methods. Klaus has done too much for me to forgive. It's hard having him here and working with him, but I'm trying, because I want everyone to survive this. I don't know if trying to help him is the right thing to do or not. I just… I can't have anymore death on my hands or my conscience. It's too much. I… Jeremy tried to kill Klaus' younger brother Kol. He succeeded, but I was able to bring him back. I had to. I was in such a bad place. I was doing Expression and I didn't care about the toll it was taking on me, and then we found Silas… Jeremy was killed… After everything… I just couldn't stay there and it's like this dead-pool is following me and bringing everything back. It would be so easy to just fly off the deep end and not care again… but I can't do that. I have to stay in control." I breathed. I was trembling and in Stiles' arms, by the time I finished talking.

"You're not in this alone. You have the pack and you have me. I won't let you go off the deep end. I care about you, too much." Stiles whispered. I pulled back, just enough to look at him. I leaned forward and kissed him, hesitantly, before pulling away again.

"And I'm here for you, too. I swear, if he hurts you because of me, I'll make sure that he hurts every day for it. I'll find a way to do it." I promised him. He nodded and moved his hand behind my neck. I felt heat radiate through my body. I become overly aware of how close we were and how tempting his lips were. "We'll… be okay… Right?" I asked him, struggling to concentrate on what we had started talking about. Stiles nodded.

"Right." He agreed, before crushing his lips to my own. I groaned against his mouth. Despite all of the craziness, this feels right. I'm drawn to him. I moved onto his lap and deepened the kiss. Stiles' hands slid under my shirt and up my back and he moved his mouth to neck. I gasped as his teeth raked against my skin. I rocked against him and pulled his mouth back to mine. We kept kissing and ended up on our backs.

He pulled off his shirt and somewhere along the line, both of our shirts ended up on the floor. We stayed fused together and the electricity between us amplified. The normal crackle that filled the air around us sizzled and cracked. I barely noticed the lights surge and temperature in the room go up.

"Stiles," I moaned. He grunted as his hands explored my body. He paused over the zipper on my jeans, before moving his hands to my backside. I gasped and returned the favor.

My bedroom door rattled, but we couldn't pull away from each other. The rattling intensified and tried to ignore it. Stiles moved on top of me and ground his hips against mine. I closed my eyes in pleasure. I'm so turned on… it's ridiculous.

"God," Stiles breathed, as he broke the kiss to breathe. "You're so fucking beautiful." He panted. Heat pooled in between my thighs. "I want you more than I should." He whispered as he pressed his forehead to mine.

"I can't hear what you're doing, but the lights in the house keep surging! It doesn't take a genius to know that the two of you are getting frisky! If you're going to keep this up, you may as well let me watch!" Peter yelled from outside the room. The door rattled again, harder this time. I growled in annoyance.

Stiles dipped his hand into my pants and started moving his fingers in a way that should be illegal. I gasped and struggled to focus on anything other than Stiles and what was happening between us. It's been so long since I've been touched… I gripped Stiles through his clothes and tried to even things up.

"How long do you really think you can ignore me?!" Peter yelled. I clutched Stiles. "You're going to fry all of the lights in the house!" He shouted as I came undone. Stiles' name fell from my lips and I knew that Stiles had finished, with me. "Bonnie!" Peter yelled.

"Enough!" I snapped. My euphoria was replaced with shock when the door flew off its hinges and sent Peter flying into the wall. I looked at Stiles and he seemed equally surprised. Well, that's new.

"Freaking Pedowolf."