What a Terrible Day. Period.

James glanced down to her as she stood beside him, still wearing his jacket as he wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. "I think that would be a good idea, once there we would probably be safe" Proceeded by a kiss on the top of the head, he looked outside for any sign of the tornado that had gone by, debris lay on the concrete for several blocks.

Bonnie looked around at the town as she walked back home. she kept her hand in James' and she kept close to him. When they got halfway they saw other buildings that were falling a bit but were still slightly OK. She kept walking and saw the Grill was still standing. "Well that is going to be relieving." she said thinking out loud.

James' body was still weak after being 'reborn' or revived, whatever the term was. As they made their way back, or tried to, his legs continued to give out under his own weight, they were probably the weakest of all. He kept glancing around at all of the debris and mess that the storm had caused, and was still causing. Trees lay on the middle of the road, not allowing vehicles to pass by; cars were tossed around; but the only building that remained unscathed appeared to be the Grill, which Bonnie had noticed as well.

He looked to her as she had spoken, "yeah, atleast they don't have to rebuild that, would be tough." He said in a slightly sarcastic tone, there were other buildings that were bigger then the grill that had, however, been destroyed, hence his sarcasm.

"Sarcasm really?" she said. She was just saying. "This coming from the guy that can barely walk." she said and kept walking forward. She didn't mean to be moody but it had taken alot of magic when she was trying to help James. She must have been really tired.

James sighed at her reply. He did not seem very happy at that moment, he had just died and came back to life, his body was drained of energy, he did not know what to do.

He glanced down to Bonnie as they continued walking, or for James, limping, along the highway to Bonnie's house. "Sorry. I am just, " He paused for but a moment, "trying to diffuse the tension that this storm has brought."

Bonnie looked at him and put her arm around his waist to help him keep his balance. They were still a good 6 blocks away form her house and she didn't want him to get more hurt. "I'm sorry I shouldn't be in such a bad mood. You are more hurt then me." she said. Thinking how she only had a few small cuts from the glass that hit her when the window shatter red.

James did not seem to show much emotion as he felt something wrap around his waist, could have been his experience while being clinically dead, what he could have seen. He just tried to keep his attention ahead of him and on where and how he continued walking even with his legs somewhat giving out every other step.

James took another glance at Bonnie as they continued walking along the street. The wind continued to blow, but it was a weaker breeze then it had been prior to his death. "Don't" He took a pause as he felt a little pain from his back, "worry about me, Bonnie. Let's just get you home so you can get some rest" He told her, smiling a little, trying to hide the pain that had began subsiding.

Bonnie could see her house now and they were close. She smiled then looked at him "I am always going to worry about you." she kept her shoulder under his arm so he could lean on her and the finally made it the last block or so to her house. She opened the door and led hi into the living room and helped him to the couch. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

The pain did not appear to be getting worse as they progressed to Bonnie's house. He looked to her as his arm wrapped around her shoulders and neck to keep him balanced. "thanks..." His voice trailing off; James did not know what to really say to that, if he said something wrong she could have had another fit, and he did not want that.

They had soon, however, arrived at the house. It was rather nice and cozy; bigger then his house had been. He took a quick glance around before being set on the couch by the help of Bonnie. "I am doing alright," He paused. He did not know if he should tell her about the pain that was not subsiding, prompting him to slowly lift up his shirt which still withheld his blood from the glass that shot through his flesh. There appeared to be a scar now located there, although it was now beginning to bruise a little. Perhaps the spell worked, but his body was now healing on it's own, he did not know.

Bonnie looked at the bruising and the scar that was on James' stomach. She didn't know what to do so she just made him lay back and rest. 'Your body is healing at least" she said. She shifted over to the wooden coffee table that was across from the couch to give him room to lay down. "Do you need anything?' she asked thinking that maybe he was in alot of pain. The bruising did look painful.

His hand soon being placed upon his scar, James had wondered how it had healed; and why it healed. Who had helped? He did not seem to know this, either, as he glanced up to Bonnie. She appeared to be more nervous then he was, even if it was her own house.

"yea, which is rather odd, seeing as how I am human, it shouldn't be healing this fast at all.." He told her, rather confused at his own body. "Just some water, would be fine, thanks" He said, smiling, trying to put on a brave front as he set his shirt back down.

Bonnie got up and got him a glass of water, she also made sure to grab some aspirin just in case and out them on the coffee table that she had just been sitting on. "You should try to sleep" she said and walked over to the lounge chair that was across the room and curled up in it looking at James. "I'm sorry." she said feeling helpless. What was the point of being a witch and having to deal with all of the supernatural crap if she couldn't even save the people she cared about most.

He laughed a little as Bonnie curled up in the chair and apologized. What did she have to apologize for, she helped revive James from the dead, saved his life, she didn't have anything to say sorry for. If anything it was James' who felt like he needed to apologize for going out in that storm to look for anyone who may have been trapped.

He looked down at the table as he reached for a couple of the Aspirin and the glass of water before taking a gulp, swallowing them with one drink, and then set the glass back onto the table. "yea, I guess you're right." He told her, in reply to her statement about sleep. "But why are you apologizing?"

She looked at him in the eye with a completely serious face and said "I couldn't do anything." She was so quiet she wasn't even sure if he could hear her. "I don't even know what happened, it probably wasn't even me." she said looking away. "But we should talk about this after you get some sleep" she said.

Leaning his head on the back of the couch, he stared up at the ceiling for several minutes; thinking what exactly had happened that day with the tornado and the magic, everything just seemed really out of whack. But he had taken in every word that Bonnie had told him from the opposite side of the living room.

"yea, okay. Thanks for the help, honey." He told her, in somewhat of a whisper, just loud enough for her to hear as he laid down on the couch and looked at her, curled up in the chair.

Bonnie had her head on the back of the chair awkwardly that would probably mess up her neck in the morning but she wanted to make sure James didn't need anything. She had her legs under her and was leaned back and she could feel her eyes drooping shut. She could feel the wear of the magic use and had no choice then to sleep it off.

James must have laid on the couch for atleast 10 or 20 minutes before finally falling asleep. He did think many things, however, prior to his drowsiness which caused his jump into dreamland. But it all seemed to be surrounded by the supernatural happenings in this little town that was called Mystic Falls.

Bonnie woke as she knew with a messed up neck and the blanket she had put on last night around her shoulders. She got up silently and went in to her room and took off James' jacket and put on clothes then as she started downstairs she put his jacket back on.

James had woken up right after Bonnie had left the room, he could hear her light footsteps lead their way up the staircase. He continued to lay in bed for a couple more minutes before getting up and slowly wiping the sleep out of his eyes. He slowly glanced around the room attempting to find his pants, while they continued to stay on him the entire night, which he had found a little surprising.

He slowly stood up, his legs were doing a lot better, a lot stronger like they had been before he was revived, even more-so, actually. When Bonnie had come back downstairs, he was in the kitchen smacking the coffee maker, attempting to get it working. The model he had at his house was different, simpler.

Bonnie walked into the kitchen when she didn't see James on the couch. she saw him messing with her coffee maker and standing. he looked slightly better. so she put n a smile and said "First don't kill my coffee maker, and second you should still be laying down." she said as she walked toward him and came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "How are you feeling?"she asked as she layed her head against his back.

James appeared to be getting rather agitated with the maker, it just did not seem to want to work for him, and smacking it wasn't exactly helping to push it in the right direction. He had soon heard light footsteps sneak up behind him and a rather feminine voice, could have been Bonnie. "Hey, morning" He greeted her, as he could feel her arms wrap around his waist. James was expecting there to be some type of pain as her arms went over top of the scar that had been there the previous night, but nothing had happened. "I am actually, feeling quite well for a dead guy" He told her, pulling her arms away and turning around, kissing her gently, and attempted to take the worry part out of her system.

Bonnie siled as he kissed her and she kissed him back. Then she untangled herself and hit the button on the top of the coffeemaker and watched as the coffee was brewed. Then she turned back toward him and carefully pulled him closer to her as she leaned against the counter. "I'm glade you feel better." then she stood on the balls of her feet and kiss him.

James could feel her smile spread slowly across her face as he felt her lips against his, gently brushing up against each other with little to no friction between them. His eyes looked upon hers, which appeared to close as she kissed him back, but looked upon her eye lids which did not appear to have very much makeup lathered on.

As the kiss broke, James appeared a little nervous about what Bonnie would be saying next, whether it was another 'are you sure you are alright' message, or just a simple 'I love you'. There seemed to be a few thoughts going through his head about how he had been revived, they had been shooting through his brain since prior to him falling asleep on the couch. But he tried to hide them with a smile as she turned on the coffee maker to begin brewing.

Soon, Bonnie had spoken, and it did not seem to be what James was expecting, from the look on his face: Shock, or surprised at what she had spoke of, he was not expecting that. Looking into her beautiful bright green eyes as she looked at him, he felt a wave of love rush through himself as Bonnie pulled him closer. He had a general idea of what she was going to do, and so he soon had closed his eyes waiting for the kiss.

After, he had soon leaned in and kissed her back, bringing his arms down around her thighs and lifting her up onto the granite countertop, those thoughts he had before seemed to have dissappeared from his mind in that moment of love, ecstasy. A smile had soon been brought above the water as it soon sprawled across his face, enjoying the moment.

Bonnie felt James' response as he kissed her back and she knew they would be ok. All of the bad things that had happened that day were not anything to worry about anymore. She just focused on them. She wrapped her arms tighter around the back of his neck and kissed him more passionately.

James felt a rush of love blow over him as Bonnie's lips became wetter when she leaned in and touched his, something seemed to be moving inside his mouth, which he had guessed was her tongue slowly playing around with his. Her arms soon wrapped around his neck, both appeared to be rather cold on the surface of the flesh as they rung around the backside of his neck, making his neck a little ticklish where his little hairs stuck out from nearest his back.

He gently opened his eyes to look at hers, which still appeared closed as the kiss deepened more, if it was possible, by him sliding his tongue in, intertwining it with hers. James seemed to be feeling better, his body was not sore anymore and he did not feel like he was going to topple over, although he was not sure if this 'activity' would be the best after just coming back from the dead.

Bonnie continued to sit on the counter top, her legs spread beside his so James could be closer to her, have that 'intimacy' that would otherwise be non-existent. He continued kissing Bonnie for another several minutes, windows began fogging up behind her as they did so. The temperature began getting warmer from the coffee maker sitting beside them, which was still brewing.

He waited but a moment before slowly pulling away, breaking the intimate kiss they had. "Hey," he said, pausing. Lightly kissed her a few more times, "Is this the best thing after coming back from death?"