a bennett witch and the original Hybrid

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After London and a surprise three-day trip to Barcelona for a New Year's Eve celebration, Bonnie was convinced she had figured out the hybrid. During their time in the Old World, their relationship blossomed, and Bonnie was pleased with the headway. It didn't progress much in the physical aspect, as Bonnie's feet were still cold when it came to jumping in bed with him. However, Klaus was letting down some of his walls. Even if he removed just one brick at a time, it was enough to show Bonnie that he was willing to work on their relationship, to show her he cared.

Now back in New Orleans for less than a week, their easygoing relationship came to an abrupt halt. The Klaus with a permanent grin on his lips and hands that couldn't stop touching her seemed to be gone. In his place, there was the Niklaus Mikaelson she first met years ago. Unforgiving, angry and ready to do battle.

His behavior made no sense to Bonnie, prompting the rational side of hers to question it over and over again. Most of Bonnie's nights were spent trying to figure out the abrupt change, without catching a wink of sleep. After multiple of futile attempts to fish an answer out of him, Bonnie was exhausted and frustrated. She was ready to let it go and wait for him to come to her when the time was right.

Why, Bonnie, did you have to get involved with a guy like Klaus? Even if he wasn't the Original Hybrid, he would still have enough issues to fill Vogue! Bonnie's conscience scolded her. As if her inner voice was actually a friend that could see her, Bonnie shrugged her shoulders. A part of her wondered if everything that happened in the past weeks was genuine. She'd believed in Klaus and their relationship, but this turnaround was enough to mess with her head.

"Don't do that," Bonnie mumbled to herself, hating the place her mind was going.

That's not what Bonnie wanted. Her relationship with Klaus was probably the most important one in her life, and she didn't want to question it. It might not be the traditional white picket fence deal, but it was something

After the picture perfect holidays, Bonnie felt she was being disloyal by having these doubts. Rebekah and Elijah were trying to make her feel welcomed every step along the way. The silver spoon from Tiffany was only the first of many outrageously expensive gifts Rebekah had doted on Bonnie during their vacation. For his part, Elijah seemed to be concerned with her health, constantly telling her to rest and bringing her saltine crackers to ease her bouts of nausea.

Bonnie shook her head as if to shoo away the bad thoughts. Caroline and her five-hundred-word texts about Klaus manipulating ways were getting to her, and Bonnie refused to let outside forces influence her.

To make this work, she would stick to the tried and true method for dealing with Klaus: baby steps and not forcing him to anything. Perhaps a residual feeling from his childhood, Klaus had a strong aversion of being told what to do. So Bonnie knew it was probably better to let him work out his issues before approaching him again.

Well, the rational side of her knew that. The emotional and sensitive part of Bonnie still wanted him there, grumpy asshole and all.

Sticking to her plan, Bonnie spent the last few days in the library at the plantation, buried by books and old documents, with the intent of learning more about the nature's loophole and her ability to conceive with Klaus. So far, the results of that research amounted to a stuffy nose due to the dusty books and nothing more.

The idea of a witch procreating with a vampire, let alone a hybrid, was so unheard of that none of the books entertained it. Most of them touched on the 'vampire/witch' relationship in a very superficial way, as if those two creatures could never have anything more than hatred between them.

That freaked Bonnie out even harder. At first, she was sure she would find out another case of a 'miracle pregnancy', but that didn't seem to be the case. Based on the countless books she went through, it looked like she was 'patient zero' when it came to this. And the feeling of diving into a deep pool of the unknown was already making her anxious, to be honest.