Disclaimer: I don't own TheOriginals. That honor goes to Julie Plec, Michael Narducci and the CW.
Hello, my lovely readers. This is little fic that I wrote for fun. Just some silly Christmas related stuff. On with the show…
Chapter 1: Who Wants to be a Doll for Christmas?
Every Christmas at the Mikaelsons' home tiny, elfin creatures tried to make Christmas merry. But Kol, who hates Christmas and would wring someone's neck starting with any family member, was irritable until he saw her. He grinned at the newest possible victim of his torture who entered the pathways of his sight. The newest tiny creature named Hayley squinted in the direction of the huge, malicious Kol who reminded her of Klaus who reminded her of Elijah.
When Hayley realized that she had shrunk… 'No,' she thought, 'I'm losing my mind. Wait! Get control of yourself. This line of thinking was going faster than I can keep up with and God, I like being with Elijah. Think logically! I'm tiny. Shit! Please, Elijah, help! This sucks. "I need Davina," said Hayley.
"Davina is busy, love. She is casting a spell on some leftover turkey from the Thanksgiving and Christmas-" Kol interrupted when Hayley stopped him.
"This is Christmas, you fool. Or am I dreaming?" Hayley inquired wistfully. "Do I look tiny to you?" she looked from Kol to her diminutive looking appendages.
"What in the name of heaven has happened to you, Hayley?" Elijah gasped, looking aghast as he strode into the room, besuited as usual.
"That puts a new meaning to little wolf," Klaus muttered loudly while Rebekah snorted behind his back with her hand placed over her mouth barely hiding the smirk that adorned her mouth.
"Aw, une petite loup," Rebekah whispered which was caught by all who had supernaturally enhanced hearing which would include all present.
"That is NOT funny, Bekah," Hayley screamed. Rebekah smirked before picking her up by the back of her shirt.
"How cute you are at this size. Shall we place her in a stocking for Elijah to unwrap?" Rebekah suggested with a smile directed at Elijah who sighed and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.
Thankfully, Elijah leapt between the two and caught Hayley. "Nice save, Lijah. Perhaps you should join the Yankees," Kol called with a huge grin.
"My girlfriend is not a baseball," Elijah snarled in Kol's direction who shrugged with a cheerful grin.
"Not my fault she resembles one at the moment," the younger Original nodded toward Hayley's body that was curled up in a ball that resembled less a baseball and more a rabbit that was terrified." And, if she's not a baseball might we pop her into some broth and make some nice hybrid stew?" Kol inquired lightly.
At Kol's words the other three family members exchanged looks of horror and disgust as Hayley jumped up and down screaming annoyed replies just as Elijah slipped her into his jacket pocket for safe keeping and sped off, up the stairs. "Good job, Kol," Rebekah snapped.
"Ah, it's not my fault that Hayley cannot handle criticism," Kol snapped back as he withdrew his phone to text Davina about what he would prefer her to wear when she arrived at the party that Nik insisted on throwing.
"Niklaus, what are we going to do about the diminutive problem upstairs?" Rebekah asked as Klaus headed toward the door.
Klaus looked unfazed as he withdrew his own phone. "I'm sorry to inform you of this, Bekah, but I do have many things to do that concern running this city that do not have to do with worrying about a shrunken hybrid. I'm sure that Elijah can handle this without my help."
"Honestly, does no one around here take responsibility for anything other than their own sorry selves?" Rebekah demanded when Hope let out a loud wail from upstairs. "And, Kol, look at this. Hayley is smaller in size than her own baby. How could she ever dream of picking up Hope in her state as is?"
"I do so hope that Davina's knickers will be smaller than Hayley," Kol replied absently with a wide grin that caused Rebekah to snarl in fury before picking up a Ming vase and hitting Kol over the head with it before speeding off toward the stairs to collect the littlest Mikaelson. Well, the person who should be the littlest member of the Mikaelson family, including extended parts.
"There, there, my love. I've got you," Rebekah cooed to the toddler who looked fretful as she looked toward the door.
"Mommy?" Hope asked, looking at Rebekah for an answer. "Where's mommy?"
"She's indisposed. But, look you've got me, love. Let's say that we go down and look at the lights on the tree?" Rebekah enthused as Hope's eyes widened and the impish grin that was very much a sign of her having spent too much time with Kol appeared.
"Yes, my strumpet," Hope proclaimed. "To the tree. Ahoy," the toddler yelled as she pointed. Yes, she was the product of having Kol as the babysitter from time to time when everyone, even Finn, was unavailable to take on the role of caregiver.
"Darling," Kol called as Rebekah walked the child down the stairs since she wanted to walk down them herself because she was a "big girl" now. "Have you seen your mummy lately?" he asked gleefully. Rebekah gave Kol a warning look which he completely ignored with a wide smile. Scooping Hope up, Kol led her to the tree. Taking the Christmas devil that Klaus insisted on having placed atop the tree this year and that Kol had had designed to be a doppleganger of Niklaus, Kol placed the hideous thing in Hope's hands. "This is the exact size that your mom is right now, love. Is that brilliant?"
"Cool. Can Santa bring me a baby sister?" Hope asked Kol who began to shake with laughter.
"Not unless Santa wants to make your daddy and mummy want to get drunk and -" Kol began when Rebekah clapped her hands over Hope's ears.
"Kol, she is a child," Rebekah growled with a look of pure venom.
"And she will find out one day that her parents are less than likely to have another of her unless Elijah and Caroline Forbes happen to stop walking the planet," Kol replied snarkily. "And then, if so, it might take all of the contents of the wine cellar and their being whisked off to a commune where they have their brains thoroughly washed before they bloody well shag each other again. Then again, what do I know? I'm just the rubbish brother that you all take out of his box and that you wind up, let go and when I inevitably piss you lot off, back in a box for me. To hell with you. Take the princess," Kol snapped, shoving Hope into Rebekah's arms. "I'm going to be with someone who appreciates me for who I am and what I do to her."
"Well, then," Rebekah shouted after Kol. "The least you can do is ask the little witch to stop by and help us with our tiny hybrid problem."
"Not bloody likely. I will be too busy giving the gift that keeps on giving," Kol called over his shoulder.
"As if you ever learned in your over a thousand years how to pleasure a woman," Rebekah shot back. Pulling her hands off of Hope's ears, she forced a smile. "Would you like a piece of homemade fruit cake?"
"I thought the fruit cake just left the house," Finn said lightly as he entered the room with a chuckle.
"Were you here the whole time?" Rebekah inquired.
"Yes and no. Part of the time I was trying to convince Camille that we should spend the holiday in Alaska in an igloo rather than be here. The other part I was trying to figure out was how I could leave the room without having to repeatedly tell Kol that my sex life with a therapist has nothing to with my desire for free therapy so that I might 'deal with Oedipal desires,'" Finn replied with a sigh.
"What's a commune?" Hope asked, blinking at the two siblings.
"Has Kol gone to speak with Davina about…?" Elijah allowed the question to hang in the air as he appeared at the bottom of the stairs with an exasperated Hayley crossing her arms over her chest from her place inside Elijah's pocket.
"Mommy," Hope said gleefully, dropping the hideous daddy doppleganger. The child held out her hand with little grabbing gestures as Elijah walked toward her slowly with a look of wariness.
"Hope, you must promise that you'll be careful with mommy. She's in a very delicate condition right now," Elijah warned Hope who was grinning broadly at her shrunken mother. Taking Hayley out of his pocket, he handed her over to her daughter who held her between her hands.
"This is way better than the dolly that daddy got me. I'm going to dress you and do your hair and you can live in Barbie's house with Ken and drive in her car and sit at the tea party without making the other dolls feel so small," Hope gushed as Hayley forced a smile.
"Sure, baby," Hayley replied before staring at Elijah with a look of horror.
"And," Hope continued when the door opened as Davina walked inside with Kol who looked unhappy.
"But, darling, the party is stupid and Hayley does not need to be regular size just yet," Kol complained as he followed the witch who was ignoring him as she moved through the house into the room that the others were gathered in.
"Shut up, Kol. I'm going to do this one thing and then we can go. It will take two minutes," Davina said airily as she looked around the room before spotting Hayley in Hope's hands. "Honey, can you hand me your mommy?" Davina inquired with a wide smile.
"No, she's mine," Hope snapped with a pout.
"Hope, baby, please. I want to be like before," Hayley called to her daughter, who glowered at her.
"But you don't play with me like I want you to. Now, you have to," Hope replied with a glint in her eyes that reminded everyone of Klaus.
"I know, baby, but what about when you want me to pick you up or push you on the swing set?" Hayley inquired with a wide smile.
Hope rolled her eyes. "Okay," she whispered, relinquishing her mother to the witch.
Davina smiled as she took Hayley between her hands and began to chant. It was not long after that she opened them and smiled because Hayley and the rest of the group were back to being the same size. "What did you do?" Klaus bellowed as he came speeding in front of her and grabbed her by the shoulders. Looking around, Davina realized that Klaus was still taller than she was but all the furniture looked gigantic.
"What just happened?!" Finn asked, looking around.
"Hey, is it me or is there something very, very wrong?" Cami called as she walked in with Marcel and Davina felt her heart sink as she looked up at the only person who was still not the size of the hideous tree topper, Hope Mikaelson looked pleased as she clapped her hands together while looking down at her new toys.
"This is the best Christmas ever," Hope said as she held the bottom of her shirt and began to place each member of the family and their friends inside. Walking up the stairs while carefully holding the shirt bottom, Hope explained her plans for them. "And you're all going to have a tea party with me. And then we're going to play house. And then I'm going to do your hair and dress you up so you all look pretty. Daddy, I want to do your makeup…"
Yes, this is one Christmas that the Originals would not be forgetting anytime soon.
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Peace,
Jessica