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Keelin didn't know how to respond. The man in front of her was supposed to be dead. She watched him die when she visited Freya's memories. He was killed by Dahlia, so how was he standing here in front of her, with a little boy named Jakob. A little boy that is supposed to be Freya's son. Oh my god! He's Freya's son. Jakob is Freya's son. Her son is ALIVE!
"I believe you know who I am," Matthias states calmly.
"I think I do," Keelin finally responds. "But that's not possible."
"Anything is possible in the supernatural world, Keelin. You of all people should know that."
"No, but you died. I saw it happen. I know you died."
"I did—and so did Jakob. But, there are always ways out of death."
"Dad, I thought you said we were going to meet my mommy?" Jakob asks.
"We are buddy, just give Miss Keelin and I a second to talk okay?"
"Okay!" the little boy responds with a huge smile.
Keelin can't help but smile at the little boy in front of her. He definitely had Freya's smile—her eyes too. Jakob was beautiful. He had light brown hair and the cutest little button nose.
Matthias walks to the other side of the room, away from Jakob. Keelin follows him carefully.
"How are you both alive?" Keelin asks quietly.
"That's not important," Matthias answers quickly. "What is important is that I need you to speak with Freya."
"Why can't you speak with her yourself?" Keelin asks. Although she wasn't sure how she felt about that. She wasn't sure if she wanted Freya to speak with the only other person she ever loved.
"Because I will not allow our son anywhere near that family of hers."
"Freya's family would never hurt Jakob."
"That witch aunt of hers is the reason I died! And her so called siblings are monsters."
"I understand your hesitation with Dahlia, but her siblings would never do anything to harm Jakob. He's their blood—their family. They value that above anything."
"I won't allow it! Jakob is my only concern and I will not risk his life in the hands of them!"
Keelin could tell she wasn't going to convince the man that the Mikaelson's could be trusted. She couldn't really blame him. The Mikaelson's were vampires known for their ruthless behavior. Even Freya herself could be ruthless and she wasn't even a vampire.
"I need you to arrange a meeting between Freya and I."
"I'm not just going to let Freya meet with you alone!" Keelin says venomously. "How do I know you can be trusted?" There was no way in hell she was going to just let her girlfriend walk into a meeting by herself with a man she barely knew anything about. For all she knew the man was here for revenge for what happened to him.
"I understand your mistrust. Believe me, I do. Which is why I will allow you to escort Freya to our home."
"Escort?" Keelin asks with a quirked eyebrow.
"Forgive me if I'm not familiar with the terminology of this era," Matthias says as he rolls his eyes.
Keelin still wasn't sure about this. It would just be her and Freya, meeting with a man she wasn't sure she could trust. But, that little boy was a part of Freya. She knew for a fact that Freya would want nothing more than to meet the little boy—her son.
"Okay, I'll tell Freya."
"Excellent! So, tonight you and Freya can have dinner with me and Jakob at our home."
"Where is your home exactly?"
"I'll send you the address. You do have a phone yes?"
"Of course I have a phone!"
"I figured you would. Apparently no one can survive these days without one."
Keelin gives Matthias her phone number and looks over at Jakob who smiles at her.
"So, is he really sick?" Keelin asks.
"No," Matthias scoffs. "Jakob hasn't been sick a day in his life. He's a very powerful little boy. He doesn't get sick."
Keelin rolls her eyes at the man. It was obvious the man was very prideful of his son's abilities.
"We'll see you tonight," Matthias says as he walks back over to Jakob. "I look forward to getting to know you, Keelin."
"I want to see mommy!" Jakob says as he realizes his father is preparing for them to leave.
"And you will son, tonight. Miss Keelin will make sure of it. Be sure to thank her for that, son."
"Thank you Miss Keelin!"
"You can just call me Keelin," Keelin replies with a smile.
"Okay!" the little boy smiles.
"Keelin is good friends with your mother," Matthias says with a devilish smile. "Very good friends."
Keelin didn't like the way he was looking at her. She had a really bad feeling about this guy. There were too many questions that still needed answering. Like how Jakob was a little boy when she knows he died as a baby.
"You know my mommy?" Jakob asks with wide eyes.
"I do," Keelin responds. "And she's going to be so, so happy to meet you."
I just have to figure out how to tell her about you.
The Church
"We need to get a handle on this situation," Vincent says in a serious voice. "Fast."
"Obviously," Klaus responds with a roll of his eyes.
"I'm serious! Witches are scared. We don't need a Hollow situation again. Now so far the only witches that have been killed are witches with children. Then the children of those witches are going missing, which tells me that whoever is doing this is trying to build some type of army."
"Are you certain this isn't Dahlia's doing?" Finn asks. "That does sound like her MO."
"This isn't Dahlia," Freya assures him. "Her and mother haven't used magic. This is someone else."
"Well, whoever it is, we have to figure it out and stop them," Vincent concludes. "New Orleans witches aren't going to feel safe until we do."
"At least not the ones with children," Klaus corrects.
"No, all witches," Vincent replies. "As of right now we don't know who's doing this. For all we know this guy is building an army—an army big enough and powerful enough to do whatever he wants. We have no idea what that might be."
"Perhaps we should put a ban on magic until we figure out who the culprit is," Klaus suggests.
"No!" Vincent responds.
"No? What do you mean no!?"
"I mean I won't have witches going into hiding like they did when Marcel was ruling the French Quarter years ago. We're not going backwards and we're definitely not standing down."
"Even if that means more dead witches?" Finn asks.
"Witches need to be able to protect themselves. Take away their magic and you render them useless."
Freya's phone goes off, signifying she has a message.
"Apparently they're not doing such a great job protecting themselves if we even have to have this conversation," Klaus quips.
We need to talk, now! Meet me at the Bell Tower. It's urgent!
"I have to go," Freya announces.
"Freya, we need to figure this out," Vincent argues.
"I know and I'm sorry but it's important. Klaus and Finn will fill me in at home."
"What's going on?" Klaus asks, curiously.
"I don't know. But, Keelin wouldn't say it was important if it wasn't, so I have to go."
"Be careful, sister," Finn warns.
"I wish people would stop telling me to be careful," Freya says as she walks out.
"She's as stubborn as they come," Finn comments.
"Like all of you Mikaelson's," Vincent responds.
The Compound
"What is so urgent that you would force me to sit in the same room as this wretched creature?" Mikael asks as he enters the dining room. Mikael usually stayed in his room, desperately trying to avoid Klaus and Dahlia.
Esther and Dahlia are already seated at the dining room table.
"I'm concerned about the witch situation happening in New Orleans," Esther responds.
"Why should I care about the witches of New Orleans?"
"Perhaps because our daughter is amongst them and this is our home," Esther replies. "I'd like for it to remain safe."
Mikael huffs with bother. "Only because you insist on staying in this dreadful city! We should be on our way, with Freya!"
"Freya wishes to remain with the rest of the family, as do I."
"If we were allowed to leave the compound perhaps this wouldn't be a problem," Dahlia puts in. "We're the most powerful witches in this city. We should be able to defeat anyone that wishes to cause trouble."
"There's something else," Esther says with a concerned expression.
"What?" Dahlia asks.
"I've been sensing a presence in New Orleans. Someone very powerful, more powerful than I've ever felt."
"Maybe you're sensing the witch that's killing witches," Mikael states in an obvious tone.
"No! This is different. It's like a pull of some sort—and this power—I don't sense evil emulating from it."
"Then what do you sense!?" Dahlia asks, losing her short patience.
"It feels like a pull of blood. The pull of family."
"You think this witch is related by blood?" Dahlia asks. "But that's not possible. Unless Hope is back and we know nothing of it. Your children do tend to keep a lot from us!"
"No, it's not Hope."
"Then I don't know what to tell you, sister."
"We need to get out of this house!" Mikael exclaims.
"For once, I actually agree with the barbarian," Dahlia comments.
The Bell Tower
Freya rushes into the bell tower and finds Keelin pacing the room.
"Hey, what is it?" Freya asks in concern. "What's wrong?"
Keelin turns and looks at Freya with a tense expression. "I think you need to sit down."
"Are you okay?" Freya asks as she looks Keelin over.
"Freya, I'm fine. I promise, but I really need you to sit down."
"I'm fine standing. Just tell me what's going on."
Keelin looks down at her hands, unsure how to tell the love of her life that the man she loved is alive and the child they had was alive as well. The child she thought she lost forever.
"Hey," Freya says soothingly as she takes her hands in her own. "Whatever it is, just tell me. You can tell me anything."
"This isn't just anything. This is, huge."
"Okay. Well, whatever it is we can deal with it together." Freya smiles her infamous smile. The smile that Keelin loves—Jakob's smile.
"A man and a little boy came into the clinic today—a father and his son. The man seemed off; really off."
"Did he try to hurt you?" Freya asks, instinctively going into defense mode.
"No! He didn't try to hurt me. But he said he knew you. So, obviously I questioned who he was."
"And did you find out?"
Keelin pauses and looks into Freya's eyes. Please be okay with this. Please don't freak out. "Freya, it was Matthias."
Freya looks at Keelin in disbelief. "But, that's not possible."
"I know I said the same thing. But it was him Freya. I recognized him from your memories. He has shorter hair now, but it was him."
"This doesn't make any sense. He was human. How could he come back?"
"I don't know, honey. But he's not the only one that came back. He had a little boy with him, named Jakob. Freya, he said he's your son."
Tears start to form in Freya's eyes.
"That's not possible," Freya breathes out. "It's not! It's not possible."
"I would have said the same thing, but Freya when I looked at him—there's no way that little boy didn't come from you. He has your eyes, your smile. He even makes similar facial expressions."
Freya refused to believe this was true. She refused to allow herself to get her hopes up only to have them shattered when she found out this was a trick of some sort. Someone was clearly trying to get to her. "It can't be them," Freya insists, as tears start to fall from her eyes. "Right?"
"Freya," Keelin says as she wipes away a tear from Freya's face. "I think Jakob really is your little boy."
Freya breaks down in tears, unable to hold it in any longer. Keelin pulls Freya into a tight embrace, allowing Freya the time she desperately needed to take everything in. Her baby boy was alive.
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