*Chapter 1*
"You may not like me but I'm not the only one over here." Matt recited the exact words the original had uttered to him in the woods. "Please Mate; you have to go back. You have to figure out a way to stop this."
"And you're sure that's what he said?" Bonnie asked, her brows furrowed in a deep frown.
"From what I remember, yeah. He also said that if something happens to the otherside, whatever happened to Vicki will happen to the rest of them." Matt swallowed back the bile that rose in his throat as he spoke of his sister. "Look I don't know what's going on Bonnie but we need to figure this out. I don't think I've ever heard the man sound so desperate. It's no secret that something is going on around here and quite frankly I don't want to know how much worse things can get."
"But this is Kol we're talking about. Kol Mikaelson. An original. How can we be sure that we can trust him? You only have to look at the rest of his family to know that they were nothing but bad blood.'
"I know. Believe me I know but as much as I hate to admit it, he was right once before. He told us that going to Silas would end badly and look where that got us. So many have died for nothing Bon. And what about those already dead? Surely they aren't all murderers on the otherside? You would know that better than anyone right? They don't deserve whatever the hell this is. We may not be able to trust him but right now, it doesn't seem like we have much of a choice."
Bonnie sat there silently for a moment, her mind lost in the array of tangled thoughts, none of which were particularly decipherable. Then suddenly, she was struck with an odd realisation.
"Hold on, you said you saw Kol on the otherside right?'
"Yeah."
"And when you saw him he was still in Mystic Falls?"
"Yeah, why?"
"If that's the case then why haven't I been able to see him? If he's in Mystic Falls and on the otherside then surely I would have come across him at least once. But I haven't. I have seen nothing of him since the day he died."
Matt opened his mouth to suggest that perhaps he was just wandering aimlessly around town and purposely avoiding her, until a snippet of his conversation with Kol seeped its way into his mind.
"It's good to be seen," he murmured to himself under his breath, his voice barely audible.
"What?" Bonnie asked, snapping out of her own thoughts.
"That night when I was talking to him he said something else. He said 'It's good to be seen.' It was if he wanted to be seen but didn't have a choice in the matter. Surely if he's that worried about what's happening then he would have come to you. Judging by how desperate he was he would have tried anything to get someone's attention. But he couldn't. Bonnie I think something is blocking you from being able to see him."
Bonnie's frown deepened as she pondered over this silently.
"Maybe it's because he's an original?"
"Then why was I able to see him?"
"I don't know. I haven't fully grasped the whole 'what it means to be the anchor' thing just yet."
"This might sound stupid but I don't think it was that Bon. I think it was a different thing altogether. Or rather, different people."
They looked to one another and spoke only one word;
"Travellers."
