Disclaimer: I don't own anything related with or to 'The Originals' like the characters etc.

Pairing: Mikael/Davina

M note:

This is AU. Mikael is an Anesthesiologist while Davina is in the Air Force, as a fighter pilot. These are random one-shots on how their love/domestic bliss came to be.

He is still an Original vampire and she's a powerful witch who discovered immortality thanks to Qetsiyah's spell book having stumbled into it at some point while on tour.

Btw, hello folks! It's been a while.

Alright, so I'll likely update for this fic again sometime this week cause this ship makes me happy on a spiritual level like yup there's just something really great about it. I'll probably write smut.


Early stages edition cause slow-burn is the best

Mikael sat on the chair next to the table while he looked her over more to assess any possibility of a threat on her person than to check her out but here he is.

Sitting across from her in a no name town because this is where he had tracked her to. Where the last of her breadcrumbs ended in the trail.

"Hello, my little witch." He takes a drink of water the sets his glass aside. Thinking it only a matter of time before things turn interesting for his children if their current foe is just now stepping up to the plate.

"Mikael. To what do I owe the pleasure. And for the last time. My name is Davina. Use it." She knows what she is doing now.

How to move. What to say. She is older, wiser. But it is not enough.

She wants to him at her feet for a minute, just once more. Even though she knows he'd switch the situation in a heartbeat if he so wished.

"My..How you've grown, in attitude." He smiled and she feels self aware like he can still see through her but she is not willing to let him see it as a weakness although she suspects he already knows.

She had used an extensive amount of powerful, time consuming concealing spells but she supposed this is why he will forever be called one of the best hunters in the world.

"I am certain that I am the last person you expected to see. Are you afraid? I'm hungry." He keeps his eyes on hers and yes, she looks tense but he knows better than to think her terrified.

"Of you or the situation I've found myself in? Of the possibilities, outcomes? Was that a threat or a double entendre. Yes and no to answer your question." She licks her lips and pushes herself up and her chair back.

"This place is too crowded." She stands, making a move a bold one at that. Taking hold of his hand and leading the way out after he throws some cash on the table certain it'd cover the cost.

Without many people blocking her path. Mikael had barely made it out the door when she kissed him roughly.

He had to know that she could not longer pretend, push the feelings of attraction down and she has got her hand on his shirt the feel to her actions silently promising something dangerous if this stops.

Dragging her fingers along his hair when he met her tongue. He smiles into it feeling self-satisfied because it has been a long time since anyone had touched him like that.

Like they wanted him and there is no fear or personal interests, an agenda. He has nothing she couldn't get on her own, by her own merit.

Surely she is aware. Must be.

Or if she took the easy route and tried hooking up with one of his sons. He would rather not think about that.

It is disgusting.

And even then she could do much better.

"You are quite lovely." He had whispered the words against her as his forehead rested against hers before kissing her again this time with a little more gentleness to it.

"You are not so bad yourself. Not so much when you're telling me to walk off injuries." He pushed her against the nearest wall and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She can handle it.

There is no denying it she has been putting in the time and effort even when he knows he is holding her to a stricter regimen than he had ever placed on his children.

Davina had asked for it so she got it.

He moved back slowly, careful as he dared to be on this occasion.

"I am still married." He may be and have a thousand + some years on her but he knows what love is.

And what a betrayal of it entails.

How it goes and hurts. The fall-out. He knows it all.

"I can't say I've stayed faithful, now. But I can't do this to Esther. I know what that feels like firsthand. I won't disrespect her like this."

He is supposed to be the thing, the worst of the worst. People and monster alike fear and yet he has drawn up clear lines he will not cross.

"I will not try to change your mind. But I will admit I am curious, what stops you from getting divorced? You no longer want to be with her and she is clearly ahead of you there. I can see that much."

He lowers his hands to his side and she composes herself when her feet are firmly in the ground.

She would not press further but she is glad he found her again. That for better or worse he is in her life helping her out.

Being patient and understanding could use some extra work on his part but she thinks there is something here other than simple training or a fresh, budding friendship.

He is the real deal and she wants to see how far they can go.

"There was not much time to contemplate what would have lied ahead because Niklaus killed her and then a time-skip happened because time flew by. Flashforward, I'm a bloodthirsty bounty hunter trailing after my children but truely-only aiming to kill Esther's bastard." Mikael walks over to his car and turns the engine on.

Allowing the AC to do its job while he continues.

"I had a number of opportunities to finish the job and we both know it but my kids they wouldn't have ever forgiven me had I gone through with it and part of me recognizes that he was my son. I taught him to be a man with values and a good sense of responsibility, honor. To finish what he starts."

"It is his problem if he flushed the knowledge, all of it down the drain. Even though I am a monster. I won't deny the simple truth that I want them, my children in my life."

"We both know its going to take more than a nice sentiment to get what you want but I can be there for you if you want company. You could use a break from the monster you've displayed and be yourself. Your real self.."She wants to reach out. Touch his face and her hand twitches at her side.

"No running of into the sunset, the night together then." He's teasing. Looking at her with a seriousness to him after a moment as if thinking things over.

"Of course not. If it concerns Marcel's well-being or your family but I want to be selfish. To be happy with you. Lover or something without a name to it, a need for it. I want the sky. Although as I am now all I have is the ground. You can help me lose my fears. In exchange I can show you a new world. Redefine your state of being, attitude."

"Big words from you little witch. Can you back it up, your claim?" He is still meeting her eyes and she shrugs.

"Divorce her and we'll see. I want you to be a free man. See what it is like to get back in the game even though we know this is anything but that. It sounds like you have had a rough life therefore you have got to give yourself the chance while you have the time. Either this will work out or it won't but whatever happens happens."

"Give me a month." He has to sort out things. Things aren't always as easy as they sound on paper, when spoken out loud.

But she's not wrong and having a real-honest conversation with Esther and taking the chance to lay it all on the table has been on his mind, a long time coming.

One last time because even though he no longer wants to be with her as a husband but he still respects her enough to want the discussion.

"I'll give you a ride home. You still need to practice putting up a decent defense barrier." She looks put out for a bit but bites her lip and looks at him like he is going to do what she says because she says it.

"We should go shopping first. I saw vanity mirror that I really want and I feel like spending my paycheck on makeup. I'll even buy you something if you're interested, nice to me." She smiles looking at him clearly suggesting he should go for it.

He looks at her with the same put out look she'd displayed earlier. "You should use that money for bills or food. Men should always spoil women and I can't get used to it being otherwise. So keep your money. Buy anything you want with this."

He offers up his Black card and says she can keep it while he's away.

"You won't get out of me buying you something, with my money. So let's go. I want to see your face. Reaction."

She smiles again and he knows it now. Maybe he always has since meeting her years ago. His little witch, Davina Claire is going to be the death of him this time. He just knows it but right now he does not care.