A.N: This drabble features Tatia Petrova and Elijah Mikaelson for the Christmas Season. MERRY CHRISTMAS! Review please!

Drabble Rating: K

Tatia made her way into the Mikaelson mansion. She was not feeling the holiday spirit though Elijah had told her all about Christmas and it's many traditions. She barely looked and missed the fact that many a room were decorated with garland or lights. She moved to Niklaus's armoire and pulled out a bottle of Brandy. Grabbing a glass, the Original Petrova moved over to couch and set the bottle down on a coaster that was on the table.

She leaned back and closed her eyes. Everyone in Mystic Falls were getting ready for the holiday season. Everyone it seemed instead of her. She was always mistaken for Elena or Katerina when she wore her hair straight or in curls. Always it seemed no one but the Original family could ever think of her as just Tatia. No. She had to be either Elena or Katerina until they looked more closely at her.

She licked her lips and sighed. It wasn't that she particularly gave of a damn. But it got on her nerves that she was one of her doppelgangers instead of just her. And that she could not shop for people she cared about without people always wondering what Elena was doing, thinking that she had already bought her gifts. Tatia groaned and opened her eyes, taking a swig of the Brandy she had confiscated.

"Something the matter, Tatia?" asked a calm voice.

Tatia looked up and smiled, her annoyance to the people of Mystic Falls temporally forgotten. There stood the eldest Mikaelson brother, Elijah, in the entrance of the room. She set her glass down and stood to greet Elijah. This was an old habit she had not yet gotten rid off.

"Good afternoon, Elijah." she said, giving him a small curtsey.

"Tatia, this type of formality is not necessary here or anywhere. We go way back after all. The 21st century is a bit more relaxed." he said, smiling though.

Tatia blushed a little and walked up to him. Giving him a hug, which he returned warmly.

"Now I will ask you one more time. What's the matter?" he asked, chuckling at the young woman who would do anything to dodge this question.

"It's the people of Mystic Falls. They think I am Elena when I go into stores to buy gifts. And then the Salvatores, Jeremy, Elena herself, Matt, Caroline, Bonnie and Tyler all think I am Katerina when I wear my hair in curls until they look more closely. I'm sick and tired of people thinking I am one of my doppelgangers." she muttered, her problem fast coming to light.

"So my holiday cheer is out the window sort to speak. I just need a pick me up or something. I just want this first Christmas to be special you know?" Tatia said her anger now deflated.

"People are going to think you are Elena or Katerina because they have a history with this town and they are your doppelgangers so your face is all they see. It's all they know, Tia." Elijah soothed, using her old nickname.

Tatia sighed once more and ran a hand through her long tresses of hair. "I was looking forward to be giving you something this Christmas but I don't want to do my shopping when I'm in a horrible mood."

Elijah tilted her face upward so that he could look into her brown eyes. Unlike Elena or Katerina who only reminded him of her, Tatia was the original, and still one of a kind. She was like Katerina, selfish in her wants and needs. But she was also like Elena, selfless in her actions for protecting her friends and family from something or someone that wanted to cause harm. She would sacrifice herself to keep the peace. But Elijah would not allow that, not after he had just gotten her back.

"Tatia you are giving me something for the holidays." he murmured which made Tatia shiver.

"What's that?" she asked.

"This."

And with that Elijah kissed her soundlessly, wrapping his arms around her which made the young woman reach up and wrap her arms around his neck, to pull herself closer to him. Tatia was being branded by the delicious fire was uniquely theirs. That had always been just theirs from the very beginning. Even though she had died and had been brought back, their souls had always been connected by a silver thread that not even death could have severed. He asked for entrance into her mouth which she gave happily.

They soon broke apart, panting from the kiss. She slowly looked up and smiled. She saw mistloe above them and then looked at Elijah, who looked very pleased with himself. It was never too late for an early Christmas gift or two. So, she took the initiative this time and kissed him again.

"Merry Christmas my love." she whispered against his mouth.