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FULL SYNOPSIS: "Only if you need me. Please Niklaus. I cannot bare this life anymore." "Only if I need you. I promise." Gemma - otherwise known as The Forgotten Mikaelson - has spent most of her life with a dagger in her chest. However, unlike any of her siblings, Gemma asked for that dagger to be there. To forget a life of pain, she asked her favorite brother to only wake her when he needed her. After breaking his curse, Klaus finds he can't make any hybrids. To help him figure it out, he undaggers her. All Gemma wants to do is go back into her coffin, but we all know the compulsion Mystic Falls has over its residents. Maybe, she'll find that she likes being awake more than being asleep.

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Year 1202

"Only if you need me," I said as I laid down in the coffin, my back pressing against the warm silk there. Niklaus splurged on making my bed for the next however many years as comfortable as was possible. I loved him for that. He knew this would be my home. My eyes looked up into the sky, before moving them to look at my favorite brother. "Please, Niklaus. I cannot bare this life anymore…" I said softly, biting down on my bottom lip.

My brother made his way over to my coffin, a rare smile making an appearance on his face. Not one of his vindictive, cruel smiles either. A genuine smile that he reserved for me. "Only if I need you. I promise, love. You...will be needed for extraordinary reasons when I release you, Gem."

"Thank you," I said, before squeezing my eyes shut. "I love you, brother."

"And I you, sister."

A shooting pain flew through me as the dagger entered my chest, and then my world went absolutely black.

The next few years went by and I never noticed the life I was missing. I'd charmed the dagger Niklaus reserved for me to send me into a peaceful dream while I'd be asleep. Time would work differently for me there. I would never know how long I'd been asleep, because I wouldn't really know I was asleep. I would be living in a false world for the rest of my life.

I designed the world with care, making sure that it would make me happy. I'd spent weeks on it. And the last few years, I've been happy. See, there was this boy in my village, before I was a heretic. His name was Atlas, and even though we didn't speak from the time we were six to the age of sixteen, I loved him. In fact, I think I loved him more than I loved myself. Which, made it ironic that he was my first kill as a heretic. To know I killed him wrecked me. To know that Atlas would never grow up ruined my life.

In my fantasy world, that wasn't what happened. I never attacked him. I listened to him, and we fell in love. We had a kid that we were going to raise together. It was my fantasy, so I wasn't half-vampire. I wasn't even a siphoner. I was just me. It was a peaceful few years. Maybe six or seven? Then I was brutally ripped from my reality.

Year 2010

I gasped violently as I shot up from my coffin. My hands felt for my chest, trying to find the dagger I knew not to be there. I panicked a bit, looking around, before my eyes rested on my brother. A few harsh breaths came out as I shook my head. This couldn't be happening. I know I told him to wake me up if he needed me, but I didn't think that would ever happen. Especially not so soon. My eyes searched his, my head starting to shake just a bit. "Niklaus? I'm afraid I don't understand."

"You said if I needed you, to let you out. Well, it appears your time has come, baby sister," he said, almost sneering a bit. I saw the differences right away. My brother has become hardened. "I'm in need of a witch, and we both know how brilliant you are in that department, don't we, Gemma?"

I shifted back a little bit, my eyebrows knitting together as I looked at him. "What happened to you, Niklaus?" I asked softly, still taking great care in looking around the room and trying to find something I could lay my eyes on, but it wasn't working. I didn't recognize where I was. I'd never seen anything like it.

"That's not your business right now, Gemma. You told me that if I needed you, you would help. So," he made a motion for me to get out of the coffin. Without much straining, I did as he asked. My bare feet hit the cold floor, and stretched involuntarily. "Let's get going."

Niklaus started to walk away from me, and I watched his back for a moment. I knew he was expecting me to follow him, but I couldn't comprehend doing so. "No," I finally said, my nose scrunching up a bit as I looked at him, my eyes glaring into the back of his figure. "I am not going anywhere until explain yourself, Niklaus. It's only been six years. What could possibly be so dire that you need me?" I asked, my lips involuntary pursing just a little bit.

He spun on me so fast, and it took me by surprise. I had forgotten what being a vampire was like. I lived six years in a fantasy of being human, that I forgot how it felt to not be human. I took a step back as he came closer to me. I had never been scared of my brother growing up. Not when Father told me I should be. Not when Niklaus's true heritage came out. But right now? The look in my brother's eyes? I was terrified. My hands clenched by my side, and I began to regret how I had talked back to him.

"You're living a delusion, little sister. You think that we don't know that you enchanted your dagger? So, while you may have only thought six years had passed, it's been a lot longer for your family. Over 800, to be precise. So, believe me, when I say I need you, I'm not just yanking your chain, love."

I shook my head quickly looking around and trying to figure out what to say. This seemed far too unreal to me. How could it have been 800 years? In my fantasy, I only lived six. Did time work differently there? No. It couldn't have. Niklaus had to be lying to me. There was no other reasonable explanation.

So, I shook my head again, looking at him. "Put me back to sleep. Find another witch."

"I don't know if I can. Mother did, after all, use you to help her cast my curse, whether you knew it or not. You're the key in figuring it out."

I sighed, shaking my head and throwing my hands up. "Niklaus, how many times do I have to tell you, I don't know how to break your curse! I'm sorry, but I can't help you!"

I expected my brother to get angry with me for yelling at him, but he didn't. "No, Gemma. I've already broken my curse. Only, I've run into a little bit of a problem. All my hybrids are dying. I need you to figure out why."

"Me? What makes you think I can do it?"

"Because you, love, are the best witch of our multiple lifetimes. They'll never see you coming."

"They?"

Niklaus smirked a bit. "The doppelganger. She had friends. I suspect they have something to do with this. Only, no one knows who you are. Dubbed The Forgotten Mikaelson. You are a secret weapon. An arrow shot into enemy camps. I want you to go to Mystic Falls and see what they know. Play the new girl." Nikalus said.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "How am I supposed to do that? In case you haven't noticed, Niklaus. I've been asleep for six years. The world is bound to have changed."

"And in case you didn't hear me the first time, Gemma. You've been asleep 800 years. The world has changed plenty. I have a feeling, though, that you'll catch on rather quickly."

I watched him as he walked over to one of the walls, before throwing it open. "Welcome to the year 2011, Gemma. We've been waiting for you."

I crept towards the light, and looked out to see a world I had never even imagined.