Hello!

I've started watching Legacies and I've fallen in love with Lizzie and MG, both as individual characters and as a romantic pairing, so I've started writing these missing scenes and AU moments for them. And who knows, maybe I'll be inspired to write a full-length story for them at some point as well if I can think of a prompt that's good enough!

The title for this collection comes from the song, "Home," by Rhodes, which I think is a sweet and fitting song for Mizzie!

This first part is a gift for a friend who wants the show to tell us when MG first developed feelings for Lizzie. This is my proposed answer to that question. I hope you like it!

He'd been instructed to report to the headmaster's office.

The letter had appeared out of thin air, floating into his outstretched hands just moments after his parents had deemed him sufficiently settled in and left.

Not wanting to cause trouble on his first day at his new school, he left his room, hoping he would be able to easily find it again in the maze of hallways, and followed the directions in the letter.

He could tell he was getting close when he heard a disgruntled female voice complain, "There's a new student already? The school year just started!"

"People don't only transition at convenient times," an exasperated-sounding male voice sighed in response.

He knocked on the door marked with a sign reading 'Headmaster' and the man called out, "Come in!"

He opened the door to see three people staring at him: a middle-aged man dressed casually for the weekend in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, a dark-haired girl with warm brown eyes, and a stunning blonde standing with her arms crossed over her chest and her eyebrows raised.

"Welcome to the Salvatore School. I'm Alaric Saltzman, the headmaster here at the school. Girls, this is our new student, Milton Greasley. Milton, these are my daughters, Josie and Lizzie," the headmaster introduced.

"Hi," the brunette greeted cordially, taking a step forward. "I'm Josie."

"Milton?" the blonde, Lizzie, questioned with disdain coloring her voice.

"Lizzie," Alaric scolded.

She seemed to deflate a little after her father's stern rebuke, and he felt the need to defend her.

"She's right, sir, it is a stupid name," he said. "You can call me MG."

"You don't have to call me 'sir,' MG. Dr. Saltzman is more than formal enough for me, and I only make students call me that because my parents also gave me a 'stupid name,'" Alaric replied. "Now, if you're ready, the girls will give you a tour of the school, show you everything you need to know before you start classes tomorrow."

"We have to give the tour?" Lizzie complained. "Why can't you ever make your favorite daughter do it?"

"I'm making both of my favorite daughters do it," Alaric remarked with a sardonic smile that MG recognized: the expression clearly said, 'I can't properly lecture you in front of someone outside of the family, but be aware that I am not pleased with your behavior and we will be having words about it later.'

He'd been on the receiving end of it from his own father plenty of times before.

"I need to investigate why it seems that Sheriff Donovan has apparently replaced this week's batch of vervain in the coffee with wolfsbane, and Hope is coming with me, but Dorian is here if you need anything, and we'll both have our cell phones if anyone needs to reach us, okay?" Alaric addressed his daughters.

"I'll be sure to let all of Hope's many friends know that she'll be off-campus for the rest of the afternoon," Lizzie replied with a sickly-sweet fake smile.

"Hey, can we please not do this right now?" Josie requested earnestly.

Unlike her flippant response to her father, Lizzie seemed to take her sister's words seriously.

"Fine. Come on, MG, let's get this over with," Lizzie ordered, meeting MG's eyes for the first time.

Lizzie's eyes were a pale shade of blue that bordered on grey, the sort of color that reminded him of a cloudy day: their deceptive serenity hiding the storm that might be unleashed at any moment.

Lizzie was beautiful, MG had noticed that the second he had laid eyes on her, but now even more than just admiring how pretty she was with her flawless skin and her blonde hair that fell in loose spirals to her ribcage, those bewitching eyes—now frozen like ice as she held back whatever she was feeling—drew him in.

He'd never wanted to get to know someone so badly in his life, never been so interested in deciphering the subtext of someone's sighs and smiles, never been so endlessly fascinated by anyone as he was by this iceberg of a girl who looked like sunshine on the surface but must be an abyss of intricacies and complexities down below.

His first thought was that he might drown in the process.

His second was that it would be worth it.

MG forced himself to retreat from his surprisingly poetic thoughts. He'd only known this girl for five minutes, and developing a crush on the headmaster's daughter was not a smart way to acclimate to a new school and his new life as a vampire.

Just then, the door to the office burst open without a knock or any warning to the non-vampires in the room.

The girl that entered had coppery auburn hair a few inches shorter than Lizzie's, though it was less curly, and ocean blue eyes. She was wearing a navy blue V-neck tee-shirt, dark olive green skinny jeans, and black combat boots with block heels. Even with the height her shoes added, she was still noticeably shorter than both Josie and Lizzie.

"Hey, Dr. Saltzman, are you ready to go?" the girl asked urgently.

"Yeah," the headmaster answered, picking up a gym bag and a set of keys. "Bye girls, be good!"

The two left the office as quickly as the girl had entered.

"That was Hope," Josie offered.

"Isn't she charming?" Lizzie asked sarcastically.

"Is she a student here?" MG asked, surprised by how much responsibility students at the school seemed to be given.

"She's a senior. Though when she graduates Dad will probably offer her a job here so that she can stay," Lizzie responded bitterly.

"Do only seniors get to go on field trips like this with the headmaster?" MG asked.

"No, only Hope does," Lizzie replied in a biting tone.

"What makes her so special?" MG asked, feeling indignant not only on behalf of Lizzie, who was clearly irritated by the practice, but himself and the rest of the student body as well.

He wasn't expecting Lizzie and Josie to respond by bursting into laughter, but to his confusion, that's exactly what they did.

"Hope is the living epitome of special," Lizzie answered. "As if all of the forces of the universe conspired together to make her as special as they possibly could."

"Hope's mother was the Alpha—that's what werewolves call their leader, so she was like their queen, essentially—of this really important, magical wolf pack in New Orleans where they're from," Josie explained. "And her father was the Original Hybrid—he and his siblings were turned into the first vampires over a thousand years ago, and he had a werewolf gene, too, making him the first vampire-werewolf hybrid. And his mother, Hope's grandmother, was a really powerful witch who turned all of her living children into vampires. So Hope inherited the werewolf gene from both of her parents, her magical abilities from her grandmother through her father, and also somehow her father's vampire blood."

"So what does that make Hope?" MG asked.

"The one and only tribrid," Lizzie replied heavily. "Part witch, part werewolf, and supposedly part vampire, though no one's ever seen any evidence of the last one. The only one of her kind, as she'll constantly remind you, and so completely unique that none of the rest of us could possibly even dream of understanding how special she is. In fact, I'm sure she'll be insulted that word of her tribrid specialness hadn't reached your newbie-vampire ears. But don't worry, she probably won't talk to you, unless she needs something from you or decides to pick a fight with you. At least, that's how she treats us."

"Why?"

"Because she's angry, and belligerent, and arrogant," Josie answered. "Both of her parents died within a short period of time, and she wasn't exactly a social butterfly before, but ever since then she's been completely emotionally withdrawn from everyone. The way she sees it, everyone she cares about dies, so it's better for her not to care about anyone in the first place."

"So, there you go, that's everything you need to know about Hope Mikaelson," Lizzie chimed in. "Who gets to go with our dad on all werewolf-related missions, and most other missions, because of her specialness. Her blood is the cure to a werewolf bite and can create hybrids, and as she likes to remind us, she's the most powerful witch to ever live, or something like that, so there are practical reasons why he brings her along. It certainly isn't for her sparkling personality."

"Lizzie, we were supposed to give MG a tour, not complain about Hope all day," Josie spoke up.

"Right," Lizzie nodded. "This is the headmaster's office. After today, you do not want to be called in here, because it means you're in trouble."

Lizzie led the way out of the office and back into the hallway.

She pointed to the door to the right of Dr. Saltzman's office.

"That is the headmistress's office," Lizzie continued. "Mom is away on a recruiting mission right now, so you'll meet her when she gets back. That's her," Lizzie pointed to a picture on the wall. In it, Lizzie and Josie sat in between Alaric and a young woman with similar coloring to Lizzie, though her hair was lighter and her eyes were brighter.

"If you're thinking that she looks really young, it's because she's a vampire," Josie offered. "She isn't our biological mother, but after our biological mother was killed while she was pregnant with us, her coven literally moved us to what they saw as the most viable option for our survival, which was our mom. She carried us, gave birth to us, and raised us. Which is kind of awesome, if you think about it, since it means that she decided to be our mom. She could have handed us over to our dad and walked away, but she chose to stay."

MG didn't know what to say. Lizzie and Josie's obvious love and admiration for their mother was a stark contrast from the way they'd criticized Hope only moments ago.

"I wouldn't have known that you two were twins," MG managed.

"Fraternal, obviously," Lizzie said. "Josie looks like our biological mother, who she was named after, and I look like our dad and our aunt who died the same day as our biological mother."

Lizzie then abruptly ended the conversation as she moved to the next office.

"This is our school counselor, Emma Tig's office," Lizzie announced. "Sessions with her are mandatory, regardless of your assessment of your mental state. She'll call you into her office sometime this week to put together your psychological assessment and add you to her schedule."

"Psychological assessment?" MG questioned.

"Yeah, we all have one," Josie confirmed. "But don't worry, the only people who can see them are Emma, Dad, and Mom. I've never seen mine, or Lizzie's."

"Please, your psychological assessment says that you're a Disney princess whose only flaw is being too nice," Lizzie rolled her eyes.

"Does that make you the evil twin?" MG joked.

"Absolutely," Lizzie replied seriously.

The twins introduced MG to Dorian in the next office, and passed the nurse's office without incident.

Lizzie and Josie pointed out the gym and locker rooms as they continued down the hallway. They showed him another corridor full of classrooms, where Lizzie demanded to see his class schedule and pointed out all of his classes, then shared a story about the course or the teacher.

When they reached a Civics class taught by her father, Lizzie deadpanned, "That guy's such a jerk."

MG found himself laughing, as he had with all of her jokes. The more Lizzie spoke, the more enchanted with her MG became. She was vibrant and dynamic and unpredictable—he could watch her for days and never get bored. She kept the conversation going, even when her soft-spoken sister stayed quiet for long stretches of time, and she was generously forthcoming with advice and gossip that only the headmaster's daughter would know.

They made a stop at the cafeteria, then Lizzie announced that they'd reached their final stop on the tour before they would return to Dr. Saltzman's office.

"Welcome to the Stefan Salvatore Memorial Library," she said quietly.

"The guy the school is named after?" MG inquired.

"Yes," Josie confirmed softly. "This school used to be his house; well, his and his brother's. After he died, our parents founded the school here."

"How long ago was that?" he wondered.

"Stefan died when we were three," Lizzie answered. "And the school opened about a year later."

They walked over to a glass case in the middle of the room. It was filled with journals, pictures, and other personal mementos that belonged to Stefan.

"This was taken the day he died," Lizzie pointed to a picture of a man facing a familiar-looking blonde woman, clearly taken during their wedding ceremony.

MG barely had time to process the fact that Stefan had died on his wedding day before he recognized the woman in the photo.

"He was your stepfather?" MG blurted out.

"For about twenty minutes," Lizzie replied.

"That's an exaggeration," Josie cut in.

"A slight exaggeration," Lizzie retorted. "It was actually more like four hours, but still. Their marriage was brief."

"I'm sorry," MG offered.

"It's fine," Lizzie replied. "It was years ago, and we were so little; we barely knew him."

The twins steered him around the large room, showing him different books and artifacts, advising him not to touch anything except maybe some of the books.

Once Lizzie and Josie were satisfied that they had shown MG everything in the library, they made their way back to the headmaster's office. Alaric and Hope had returned from their mission and were filling Dorian and Emma in on what had happened.

"Sorry to interrupt," Lizzie interrupted, glaring at Hope, who was wearing a different outfit than she had earlier, her auburn hair now tied up in a messy ponytail.

"Girls, it's good that you're here," Alaric greeted. Lizzie adorably beamed at the thought of her father being happy to see her. "There was a werewolf hunter in the area, hence the wolfsbane, but Hope and I took care of him, so there's no need for anyone else to know, understood?"

Josie nodded obediently as Lizzie's face fell.

"Yeah, no problem," she mumbled.

"How did you manage to subdue him?" Dorian asked.

"Well, Hope had the brilliant idea to transform into her wolf form to make the hunter think that he was seeing things, and I was able to take advantage of his disorientation to hit him with my crossbow. But I couldn't have done anything without Hope," Alaric praised.

Lizzie seethed, while a smile appeared on Hope's face, the expression faltering a little as she made eye contact with MG for the first time.

"You're the new student, Milton, right?" she asked. "I'm Hope Mikaelson."

"Nice to meet you," he responded politely. "Call me MG."

"Okay, MG," Hope replied. "Well, I know that sometimes being the new kid makes it hard to make new friends, so if you don't have anyone else to sit with and you'd rather not be alone, you can eat lunch with me if you want, I guess? I'm kind of a loner, too. I'm a tribrid, and I'm the only one of my kind, which makes it kind of hard for me to get along with people when I'm an entirely different species."

"Josie and I already invited MG to eat with us, Hope, but I'm sure he appreciates your oh-so-genuine offer that my dad totally didn't order you to make," Lizzie shot back.

Lizzie and Josie had done no such thing, but MG wasn't about to contradict her and side with Hope.

"Well, just don't believe anything she says about me," Hope told MG. "She isn't exactly a picnic either, and she hasn't been through half of what I have."

"If you kids are done socializing," Alaric spoke up. "You girls can go, I need to have a word with MG, just to tell him the rules and answer any questions he has."

Dorian and Emma must have slipped out while Lizzie and Hope had been arguing, since MG and Alaric were alone in the office after Lizzie, Josie, and Hope left.

"The girls showed you around?" Dr. Saltzman asked.

MG nodded.

"I hope they didn't give you any trouble," Alaric continued. "They mean well, and Josie can usually handle Lizzie when she gets… emotional."

MG wasn't sure what the headmaster was referring to, but he felt uncomfortable with him criticizing his daughter in front of a virtual stranger.

"They were both very nice and helpful," MG told Alaric.

"Great," Alaric seemed pleasantly surprised. "Do you have any questions for me?"

MG shook his head.

"You seem like a good kid, MG," Dr. Saltzman said. "We just have a few rules here, and as long as you follow them, we won't have a problem. The rules are simple: don't hurt your fellow students, and keep what we do here a secret. Naturally, those two rules combine to form the most important one: don't use your supernatural abilities outside of the school, for any reason, and especially not to hurt anyone."

"Sounds simple enough," MG agreed easily.

"Then I think you're all set. If you think of a question later, you can stop by my office, or you can call, text, email, have one of the girls send a note… whatever you want to do," Alaric concluded.

Once he left the headmaster's office, MG decided to go outside and explore the expansive grounds, which included a swimming pool and an old, abandoned mill on opposite ends of the property.

"Hey, MG!" someone called out from behind him.

MG turned around to see Josie running up to him, her dark hair bouncing on her shoulders.

"Hi, Josie," MG greeted.

"I realized after we left Dad's office that my sister and I never actually invited you to lunch with us, but we totally meant to, I promise," Josie rambled. "And Lizzie has this rivalry with Hope and she thinks that no one can be friends with both of them, so she acted like we had so that she wouldn't lose you to the dark side, as she would think of it. So, I'm sorry for forgetting, and we would both love if you would please eat lunch with us tomorrow."

"Sounds great," MG smiled at Josie, thinking that her twin's claim that Josie's only flaw was that she was too nice was accurate.

"Okay, see you later!" and with that, Josie ran back inside.

Well, lunch tomorrow would be interesting. MG really liked both of the twins, and was eager to develop friendships with both of them.

Josie was clearly the sugar to her sister's spice, but there was something about Lizzie that MG found so captivating. She was beautiful, and bright, and funny, and smart, and MG could tell that he hadn't even begun to learn all there was to know about Lizzie Saltzman.

But he knew that he wanted to learn more.

Thank you so much for reading this, I really hope you liked it! I'm feeling really inspired by this ship lately, so I want to try to upload the second part before tonight's episode (which I'm really excited for!) if I can!