Spoilers- for anyone who hasn't seen the season finale of the originals, I'm sorry I name Klaus and Hayley's daughter by the name given in 1x22 of TO. I do not own anything except my OC.
The square was full. A crowd gathered around the memorial wall in New Orleans. My uncle's voice rang through my ears... "Mikaela, he needs you. We need you. They're creating a fictitious scenario to conceal the fact Hope lives. I know your instincts will find them, love."
I had to find them. It was imperative that I did, if not and they were discovered, all Klaus' plans would be in vain. I pushed aside big, broad shouldered people, fragile women who's bones I could have crushed in a second, until I was at the front of the crowd and watched as the werewolf, Hayley- Klaus had said her name was, made her way to the wall and pressed a kiss to her fingertips and touched them to the drawing labelled- "Baby Mikaelson" in a dark wood frame.
Behind her at the edge of the crowd stood the man I had been called to see. Elijah. I used my telepathic ability to encourage the crowd to dissipate until it was only the werewolf, himself and I before the wall.
My high heeled boots echoed on the cobbles, if he heard me he didn't turn. I made my way to stand beside him, his hand hung loosely by his side, and I took it gently in mine. He gasped and turned to face me. I flashed him a loving smile and Hayley turned to us.
He didn't say anything but pulled me into his arms. He squeezed me tightly and I hugged him back. I wanted to cry; it had been a long time since we had stood like this. Too long.
"What are you doing here, Mikaela?" Elijah said finally after several pregnant moments as he released me and held me at arms length, surveying me with his scrutinising gaze.
"Nik called me and asked me to come. He said you might need me." I say calmly, my accent easily recognisable as a Brit. Something I am very proud of. "She's safe." I whispered loud enough for Hayley and Elijah to hear.
"I'm sorry. Who are you?" Hayley asked walking towards us. I open my mouth to speak but Elijah cuts across me.
"Hayley this is my goddaughter, Mikaela Amelie Mikaelson." Now Elijah has his arm around my shoulders, in a protective stance. I feel him stiffen beside him. I turned in his arm to face him and noticed what he'd spotted. Only my face flooded with glee whilst his remained tight.
"Marcellus!" I made to walk towards him and Elijah held my shoulder tight.
"Hello, Micky. She's safe. Klaus has her. He asked me to make sure you all were back at the compound by the time he returns..." Marcel stepped forward and Elijah pushed me behind him. I frowned. "If your worried about the bite- I'm cured for saving your daughter." This was directed at Hayley.
Elijah released his breath and loosened his grip on my shoulder and I wriggled away and wrapped my arms around him. He hugged me back and lifted me off the ground.
"Best we get back then." I suggested linking Marcel's arm and taking Elijah's hand as he and Hayley joined us. We set off at a quick pace back past Rousseau's and to the compound.
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Marcel opened the compound door and let us all through. I emerged into the courtyard of the compound and looked up to the gallery where Niklaus lent over the railings.
"Hello, Mikaela. I see you found them then." He flashed down to stand with us, enveloping me into a large hug.
"This is nice, Uncle Nik," I began indicating the compound around us."Very you. Dark and mysterious, I like it. I take it, she arrived for her then?"
"Oh, yes, love. Hope is safe. She came for her."
"Who has our daughter, Klaus?" Hayley asked nervously, leaning closer to Elijah.
"Our sister, Rebekah. She'll look after her, don't worry, little wolf." Klaus answered releasing me and going to Hayley and hugging her gently.
"Niklaus, why did you ask Mikaela here?" Elijah asked moving away to sit near the fountain.
"She is family. family above all else, brother. I thought it was time she was returned to us." Klaus explained as he hugged Hayley and I moved to sit with Elijah. He held out his hand and took mine with his own. He squeezed it worry in his eyes.
"Are you not glad i'm back, papa?" I asked leaning against his shoulder. He moved to wrap an arm around my shoulders.
"Of course I am, Mikaela. I am only worried as to the circumstances in which you have found yourself back with us. we have many enemies once again. I am worried for your safety, my child."
"I can take care of myself, papa..."
"Don't think I don't know that Mikaela, but you could be at risk of getting hurt, because of what you are, my dear and I will not loose you. Do you hear." Elijah said, sternly, looking me straight in the eye.
I sighed. "I know, papa. I know. I'll be fine and you will not loose me, ever." I smiled resting a hand on his cheek which I then kissed before getting up. "Is there a room I could use, Uncle Nik?"
"Of course. Top of the stairs, second on the right, Rebekah's old room." He smiled turning towards me and pointing to the gallery. I nodded, said my goodnights and headed up to bed. Elijah watched his goddaughter leave as she had many years before, a slight spring in her step. He sighed his heart swelling with pride and nervousness.