A/N Hi! I was re-watching one of my favourite movies which 3 Men and a Baby and I got this idea. I don't know how this happened, I just started typing and this was what came of it. I don't know if i'll add to it. It all depends on how you react to this.

Anyway, please review if you like it.

The Mikaelson Mystery

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Because maybe,

you're gonna be the one that saves me

And after all,

you're my wonderwall

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Despite their bickering and the constant threats they spat at eachother, Klaus loved his family.

He really did.

He had missed his siblings when they had been daggered.

The loneliness had almost been unbearable and he had been glad when they had all agreed to try and make their family work.

But there were times where he regretted ever allowing them out of their coffins. Such as Kol's killing sprees whenever he felt ignored, Elijah's constant lecturing, Finn's glares as he tried to make Klaus feel bad about killing their mother and Rebekah's string of lovers that she must wanted killed because she flaunted them around her brother. Or times where he had a long day of threatening Salvatore brothers, trying to create his hybrid army and when he really wanted some sleep.

Like now.

Klaus had just about to fall into a slumber after almost twenty minutes of suffering Rebekah's screeching at Kol over something useless but was, once again, disturbed by a loud scream and the slam of a front door. A scream that cut through the Mikaelson mansion and echoed in Klaus' sensitive ears, making him wince in pain. A scream that sounded much like the scream his victims let out before he killed them. A scream of horror. It had come from Kol. The hybrid's eyes snapped open and he shot up, his eyes flashing amber. A growl left him as he got out of his bed before he stood up, a hiss leaving him as more yelling came from down stairs.

Yelling that, once again, came from Kol and Rebekah.

"SHUT UP, KOL! YOU'LL SCARE-"

The sound of the front door being slammed again along with Rebekah screeching made Klaus wince again. His sister's screaming could shatter windows and a moment later, Kol yelled, trying to overpower his sister.

"SHUT THE DOOR, 'BEKAH! LOCK IT!"

That was it. That was the last straw for Klaus.

Klaus stormed out of his bedroom, a vicious, sadistic look in his eyes as he headed for the staircase.

Someone was going to suffer the wrath of his toxic hybrid teeth.

"What is that...that thing?!"

"I may have just gotten out of a coffin after nine hundred years, Kol and, sure i'm not up to times yet, but I believe that thing you are referring to is a-"

"Do not say it!"Kol growled at his brother, pointing at him, back pressed up against the front door."Don't even think it! Maybe if we just keep the door shut, go about our day as usual it'll go away. Call Elijah! He'll get rid of it."

"He won't be home till later. He's at a meeting with Mayor Lockwood about...i don't know, something boring."

Rebekah rolled her blue eyes, shaking her head. She grabbed Kol's arm and tried to pull him away from the door but he dug his heels in, refusing to move an inch. He pressed his back harder against the door, as if shielding himself from horror that was behind it. Kol Mikaelson, infamous for his merciless acts, looked terrified. Finn stood next to his sister, arms crossed over his chest as he silently watched, looking like he was exhausted of dealing with the two youngest Mikaelson's. Rebekah swatted at Kol, looking like she was close to stomping her foot as he refused her.

"Don't be a tyrant, Kol and open the door. I want to see again. It's adorable. I always wanted a ba-"

"What did I just say?!"Kol yelled at her, glaring wildly."I'm older than you, Bekah which means that you do what I bloody well tell you. Now, go grab a stick or something. We could-"

They froze when the sound of growling could be heard from the top stair of the staircase. Kol and Finn looked up and Rebekah turned around, still grabbing at Kol's arm that wouldn't budge. Their eyes landed on Klaus, who looked like he was ready to shed blood. His eyes flashed amber once again as he slowly made his way down the staircase, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of his heavy footsteps.

"What is all the racket?"

Kol and Rebekah both answered at the same time.

"Oh, Nik, it's adorable."

"Oh, Nik, it's horrible."

Klaus looked at his older brother with a confused frown, and Finn just shook his head, as if refusing to take part in it. Even though he was angry beyond words, he was concerned slightly because his youngest brother looked scared. But Rebekah was gushing, smiling wide and her hands held to her heart, as if she had just seen the greatest thing ever.

"I will not ask again,"Klaus started, stopping just in front of his siblings, hands behind his back."what is all of the noise?"

Kol, still pressed up against the door, pointed behind him."Th-There's a...there's a..."

"There's a what? A dead body on our doorstep?"

"When have you ever seen Kol this upset over a dead body, Nik? That's like Christmas for him!" Finn said, shaking his head.

"Then why is he guarding the door like Father is outside with a white oak stake?"Klaus asked, turning towards his sister who was beaming."Rebekah, what is it? Why are you so happy?"

Rebekah giggled and, wish a harsh shove, she pushed Kol out of the way, making him stumble into Finn, almost knocking them both over. She turned to the door, unlocking it quickly, against Kol's protests. Klaus side stepped in view of the front door, an amused grin on his face as he waited to see what his brother was so upset about.

"Rebekah Mikaelson, don't you dare!" Kol yelled."Don't you open that door."

She, again, ignored him and with a laugh, she opened the door with a grin. What Klaus saw made his face fall when his eyes landed on what had his brother so upset but his sister smiling. Kol shook his head, cursing underneath his breath as he paced back and forth. Rebekah flashed outside, kneeling down next to what was on the doorstep, her smile only getting wider. She laughed, cooing as she looked up at her hybrid brother, who's face had gone pale.

"It's a baby, Nik!"

She was right.

On the doorstep, strapped inside a pink car-seat was a baby. A sleeping baby, no older than a month and sellotaped to the handle was a folded note.

On the front of the note, written clearly was a name.

His name.

Thanks for reading.

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