Disclaimer: I do not own The Originals, all rights to the show belong to Julie Plec and the CW. Nor do I own the song: Somewhere Only We Know sung by Keane.

Hello, my lovely readers. This first chapter is focused on the supporting cast of "I Have" but we still see a bit of Haylijah in the story as it continues. On with the show…

Chapter 1: It's Just Like Home with Blood and Scalpels

Rebekah Mikaelson had gotten up the first day of her new internship and fell out of bed. She was sleeping alone and still hadn't slept more than an hour. All she could think about was holding a shiny blade and looking at that beautiful organ, working so hard to keep the poor bastard on her table alive.

The down side: Marcel Gerard and their tumultuous affair during her undergraduate days. Yes, he was lovely and sexy and made her entire body scream with delight as his expert hands moved with surgeon's precision over her body making her groan and cry out in his bed. But no more, she was an adult, a professional and stuck working in her father's hospital, with her older brothers. She had something to prove and she blasted well would.

Grabbing a hair band, she yanked her long curls into a messy bun behind her head before jerking on a pair of jeans and a tank top. She ran down the stairs of her shared flat that she lived in with five other girls, grabbing her motorcycle jacket that went quite nicely with her Harley, and left the house without a word. She got along with her flat mates—if you called not speaking to them—getting along.

Her motorcycle sat wedged between two of the other girls' cars and she forced it into the grass before slipping her helmet on, revving the engine and taking off. To hell with the lawn, with any luck she'd find another place soon enough. She pulled into the parking lot, pulling off her helmet and looked around. A tall, dark girl got out of one of those little, energy efficient cars that made Rebekah roll her eyes. The girl who was about her age, got out and stared at her. All Rebekah saw was competition.

"What are you looking at?" Rebekah demanded, sneering at the girl, who, like most girls their age, turned her head and hurried off. Rebekah smirked. She would eat the other interns alive.

Walking through the all too familiar doors of New Orleans Grace Hospital, Rebekah turned around and nearly ran into Marcel. If there was a God, he or she did not look fondly down on Rebekah. "Bekah! Hey, I heard it was your first day," he said.

"Sorry, Marcel, I would love to stay and chat but I have to find my resident." Rebekah hurried away from Marcel. Technically, she wanted to find Nik or Elijah or Kol, Anyone who might consider the idea of allowing her to hold a scalpel today, or, at the very least, this week. She would have to deal with Marcel at some point. Just not today.

Josh Rouza woke up and rolled over. "Hi," he greeted the guy he had met last night.

"Hi," the guy said. "This is a nice way to wake up."

"Yeah. It is. Thanks for staying tonight. I'm really nervous about my first shift," Josh winced, glancing back at the clock. "Speaking of… Sorry. Maybe we'll see each other again?" he said, feeling hopeful but his friend from last night had already moved to get up and dress.

"Yeah. Sure. I've got work, too. Last night was great," the guy who Josh didn't even know the name of because they hadn't even exchanged names before exchanging spit—so totally not good doctor behavior—Josh knew better. You needed to talk to people. Exchange STD results, not just hop into bed with random strangers because he was nervous and overly excited about today and wanting to relieve some stress. Oh, why?

"Okay," Josh tried for a smile but it disappeared once the other guy left his bedroom. "Shit," he groaned, falling back on his pillows. Why did he always have to get to clingy?

Rolling out of bed, Josh got up, stretched and took a quick shower. He took extra care with his hair, not like anyone would care but he liked to look nice when meeting new people. First impressions were important. Pulling open a drawer, he pulled out a pair of neatly folded slacks and a neat, short-sleeved, button down shirt. Smiling at his reflection, he felt more confident as he left the apartment and locked up. His roommate moved out two months ago after their nasty breakup scene and he needed a new place; his students loans were crushing him.

Josh parked next to someone's cute new Volkswagon Bug which was cotton candy pink. A perky blonde girl got out and turned to see Josh staring back at her. "Hi!" she waved and Josh waved back. "Are you an intern, too?" she asked him as he rounded his car.

"Yeah. Josh," he offered her his hand.

"Caroline," the blonde said with another chipper smile. "Are you revved up today?"

"As I'm ever going to get," Josh replied. He loved medicine and looked forward to the whole experience. He just wished they could fast-forward to actually knowing what they were doing.

"Great! I know we're going to have the best time. Have you met any of the other interns?" Caroline asked on their way in the door.

"No. You?" Josh asked her.

"Not yet," Caroline replied.

"Hey, that guy is totally checking you out," Josh grinned, nudging Caroline.

Caroline's head turned to take in the doctor who smirked back at her. "So…that's not professional, at all. He's probably our boss and like a billion years old," she said loudly enough for the doctor to straighten up and frown. Oh, man, he heard her. Now, he would hate them both.

"You know, I've got to go make a call. Catch up with you later," Josh hurried away from a confused Caroline. The one thing he did not want to be was on the hit list of one of their bosses on his very first day. He felt bad about abandoning his new friend but they were interns and she was his competition.

Tyler Lockwood walked into the hospital like he owned the place. He had spent the night knocking back beers with his fellow frat brothers before getting up with a hangover. He needed a coffee and wanted to scope out the hottest chicks this place had to offer.

A nurse manned the front desk and Tyler leaned over it, eying her, not bad. "Hey, I'm new around here; mind giving me a tour?" he inquired with his best smile.

The nurse looked up from the computer she had been typing away at. "Excuse me?" she demanded.

"Tour?" Tyler wondered if she spoke English.

The woman rose from her seat and rounded the desk, her large baby bump sticking out in front of her. "You're an intern?" she inquired like that was funny or something.

"Yeah," Tyler answered reluctantly. "And?"

"Nothing. We were all interns at some point. Go down the hall and take a left. You'll find the on-call room which is where you can find your locker and change into your scrubs before meeting with Dr. Bennett." The woman said before turning back around.

"And you are?" Tyler inquired. Not that he planned on trying to pick up a pregnant chick but since she didn't completely tear him apart, he figured she might be helpful at some point.

"Sage. Dr. Sage Mikaelson," the woman said, her eyes moving back to the computer.

"As in Mikael Mikaelson?" Tyler's eyes widened. If he just came onto the wife of his boss, he was so screwed.

"As in Finn Mikaelson, my husband, and one of the sons of Mikael, our boss," Sage grinned up at Tyler who gave her a wary smile in return.

"Great to meet you. Tyler Lockwood." Tyler extended his hand. Sage took it and they shook.

"Good luck, Tyler. You're going to need it," Sage told him, releasing his hand from one hell of a grip for a chick and then went back to her work.

Tyler shook his hand out as he walked down the hallway and took a right. He wandered for a bit before an orderly sent him back down the hall and to his left. Finding the on-call room, he thought he was in heaven. Not one but three beautiful women stood in the room in various states of undress. "Man, I love this job," he muttered.

"What?" the woman closest to him, a tall brunette said as she pulled her scrub top down to cover her breasts.

"Just thanking my good luck," Tyler told her, grinning at her.

One of the two blonde girls, scoffed, dropping her pants and showing him a pair of tiny black lace panties. He wanted to drop to his knees and thank whatever allowed him to be in this room. "You know, it's rude to stare like that," the other guy in the room called to him, pulling off his own pants.

Tyler averted his eyes, looking at blonde number two who yanked her scrub pants up, tying them to keep them in place. "Seriously!" she snapped, when she caught him staring.

"It's a compliment. Don't get bent out of shape about it," Tyler snapped at her before looking for his locker.

"Not all women like being treated like pieces of meat," the guy who had begun to work his last nerve pointed out.

"Are you gay or something that you can't appreciate the wonders that are our female counterparts?" Tyler demanded.

The other guy got to his feet. "Yes. I am. Excuse me," he bumped into Tyler's shoulder, knocking him into his locker and walked out.

"What is wrong with you?" the brunette snapped.

The blondes glared at him before leaving him alone. Okay. Not the best start but he would work to charm them and he'd make it up to what's his face. No worries.

Bonnie Bennett had had enough. "Kol, this ends now!" she told Kol Mikaelson. He rolled his eyes and fell onto his back in the on-call room she had been asleep in when Kol came in and locked the door behind him. She told herself over and over again that she was not the type of resident that would sleep with her attendee.

This is not how things had started out with them. He had been her resident and she tried very hard to keep up with him. He'd treated them all like puppies, swatting them with a verbal newspaper and driving Bonnie nuts. And she never thought she'd share the same bed as he did until they had been working for seventy-two hours straight trying to save a burn victim who beat incredible odds that night. One thing led to another and Bonnie found herself underneath Kol on the first available bed they could find. That was two years ago and needed to stay in the past.

"You love me, Bonnie Bennett," Kol teased her, leaning forward and tracing his lips down the curve of her spine.

"No, I love relaxing and you are great at helping me do that. But I need to set an example for my interns and I can't do that with you all over me all the time." Bonnie shoved his hand off her shoulder.

"Don't tease me, Bennett," Kol cried, grabbing her and pulling her beneath him. "I love you."

"No, you love sex. You're a slut, Kol," Bonnie snapped, shoving him on the floor.

"Don't try to shame me," Kol retorted, getting to his feet. She had to admire his physique. He was a constant source of temptation but she could get through a day or a year or many years without sharing his bed. She had to. This might mean the difference between her earning the position of chief of medicine one day or working for the chief for the rest of her career.

"Fine. Fine. Have it your way. There are many lovely ladies who will be all too happy to take your position in my life." Bonnie did not react well to emotional blackmail.

"Go ahead, Kol. Go find yourself a new bed buddy. I could care less," Bonnie yanked her clothes on and then strode out of the on-call room. She had work to do.

"Dr. Bennett," Klaus Mikaelson greeted her with a smirk as she passed by him in search of her flock of ducklings.

"Dr. Mikaelson." Bonnie greeted him curtly.

"Seen Kol?" Klaus questioned her.

"Did you need him for something?" Bonnie asked.

Klaus shook his head. "No."

"Then I haven't seen him," Bonnie snapped.

"Have you seen your interns?" Klaus smirked at her.

"Where are they?" Bonnie demanded.

"Follow me," Klaus "Doctor Devil" Mikaelson called, leading Bonnie down the hall.

Caroline's feet ached so badly after the first shift. Forty-eight hours straight. Seriously! She rolled her head back, stretching her shoulders. "Need a massage?" Tyler asked, coming to sit beside her on the bench. Where were Josh, Rebekah and Hayley when she needed them most? she wondered.

"No!" Caroline growled. She shoved her foot into her sneakers and then stood up.

"A ride home? A drink? An orgasm?" Tyler would not give up or get out of her way.

"Just go away, Tyler. I need sleep." Caroline shouldered her way past Tyler—feeling irritable that he couldn't get the hint that all the female interns had been giving him to back off.

Walking into the hallway, Caroline felt so, very tired, she barely made it to the stairs and down. And there was the other jerk in her work life: Dr. Klaus Mikaelson. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, checking his phone or something. Caroline tried to walk right past him but he seemed to have radar for her. He smiled as she got off the bottom stair and held out a cup of coffee. "Peace offering, love."

"Since I'm not working right now, why don't I tell you where to stick your 'peace offering?'" Caroline snarled, walking past him and heading straight for the front door.

Klaus, like Tyler, did not seem to know when to be quiet. "Come now, love, you can't be sore at me for long. We'll be working side by side soon and those hours can be rather grueling."

"Screw you," Caroline snapped and shoved the door open. She walked to her car, dropped her keys and stooped to pick them up, then got into her car. She sat behind the wheel of her happy, peppy car and began to cry.

Finally calming down, Caroline drove back to her house, full of fellow roommates. They were all interns, trying to make their way forward and Caroline really needed a place that did not have ten other people living in it. There were two people renting out the living room and the dining room. Caroline's "room" was in the basement, divided in three by folding screens. She had zero privacy and could not take it anymore.

Arriving at the house, Caroline's jaw dropped as she took in the sight of the house which was on fire. "Seriously!" she yelled, gaping.

"What happened?" she asked one of her roommates.

"Tanya left a candle burning and someone threw their scarf on top." Susie told her.

"Seriously!" Caroline yelled, drawing the attention of the firemen.

Withdrawing her phone from her back pocket, Caroline called a new number in her contacts; she really hoped he didn't say no. "Hi…umm…I need to ask you for a really big favor."

Twenty-seven minutes later, Caroline knocked on the door of the apartment that she had hastily written information for before going on a quick grocery shopping trip. The door opened and Josh appeared with a smile and a hug. "Hey! I am sorry about your apartment."

"Thank you so much for letting me staying with you. I swear this is only temporary," Caroline swore, entering the living room. "Where's your stove?"

"Stove?" Josh looked perplexed when Caroline held up shopping bags.

"I'm making you cupcakes, from scratch as a thank you for being the best co-worker and friend, ever!" Caroline walked into the kitchen and set the bags on the counter. She just hoped that Josh didn't burn this place down and she really hoped that she could find a new place soon.

"Thanks," Josh replied. "By the way, I wanted to tell you, but you hung up, I won't have this place for much longer because I—technically—can't afford it after my roommate, who paid most of the rent moved out two months ago."

"Really?" Caroline felt her stomach sink. Why did she always have this kind of luck? "How much is the rent, maybe we can split it."

"A thousand, a month," Josh told her.

Caroline groaned. "Yeah. We need to find a new place. ASAP. In the meantime: cupcakes." She removed ingredients and began her magic. This she never had bad luck with. Josh grinned and she felt for the first time since relocating to New Orleans like she had a home to come home to.

Let me know what you think of this spin-off and stay tuned for "Rumor Has It" which will begin in two weeks.

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Peace,

Jessica