Part 3
6 months earlier
Finn looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was in a small but tidy bathroom and he had just finished washing up. Just like in all the modern houses, the water came out of the tap. That was a nice invention. It wasn't like he would have hated everything about the modern world; there simply were so many things he couldn't understand. So many centuries he had missed. And why? Because none of his siblings had cared about him enough to stood up for him. They had simply left him rot in the coffin.
He certainly didn't want anything from them now. He never wanted to see them again. He would be fine by himself. That was what he kept telling himself, but the truth was that he had no idea what to do or where to go. He had nothing in this "new world". No friends, no… A sudden knock on the door startled him.
"Is everything alright?" a female voice asked from behind the door.
It took a brief moment before Finn remembered where he was. A young lady had brought him to her home. She had insisted of offering him a meal and some clean clothes. He hadn't yet met the master of the house and he hoped that he hadn't caused the young lady problems. Obviously it had been inappropriate for him to spend time with her without a chaperon.
"Mr. Mikaelson?"
Finn cleared his throat before opening the door.
"Yes?"
The woman startled a little, but she was smiling. She had short auburn curls, lovely hazel eyes and some freckles. He hadn't really paid attention to it earlier, but she was a very beautiful young woman.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to disturb you; I just wanted to make sure that you're alright."
"I am, thank you."
They were both quiet for a moment; she glanced at the clothes he was wearing. Dark blue pants that were a bit too small for him and a white shirt that had some strange pattern printed on the front. She had mentioned that the clothes belonged to her grandfather, who Finn assumed was the master of the house.
"I'm sorry, I don't have any other clothes for you…" she started.
"These are fine, thank you, miss. You and your grandfather are very generous; I shall be honored to meet him."
There was a glimpse of sadness in her eyes.
"He has passed away."
"Oh. I am sorry for your loss."
"Thank you."
Finn hesitated for a moment before continuing.
"May I ask who the master of this house is?"
She smiled.
"That would be me."
His eyes widened.
"Forgive me, miss, but surely you do not mean you are living here by yourself?"
"Yeah, I am. At least for now."
How was it possible that she lived in such an isolated place all by herself? This modern world was a strange place indeed. Back in his day, a young woman would have never been left unprotected like this. Didn't she have a father or brothers or…
"That is not safe," he stated.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Why not?"
He bit his bottom lip.
"There are all kinds of men out there. A young lady such as yourself should not be unprotected."
She looked at him curiously before replying.
"Surely you know that many women live alone?"
No, he didn't know that. The world wasn't the same place anymore.
"Forgive me," he murmured.
"You have no reason to apologize," she assured. "I'm guessing that you're not from around here?"
"No, I am not."
She smiled and touched his arm.
"That's okay. Are you hungry?"
He looked up.
"I… Are you sure you want me here?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I?"
"If… If there is no one else here…"
She looked at him calmly.
"Are you planning to hurt me?"
"No!" he gasped. "No, no, I was merely thinking about your…reputation."
She looked amused.
"That's very kind of you, but I'm afraid I don't have much reputation left."
"I cannot believe that."
She looked tired as she sighed.
"Well, it's true. I lost my job and the truth is that I have no idea what to do now."
"I understand how that feels."
She smiled again; she had a very lovely smile.
"Yeah, something tells me that you do understand. Would you like a cup of tea?"
He nodded, hoping to continue their conversation. He really wanted to know more about her.
"Yes, please, that would be wonderful."
"Alright, come with me then."
"Brother," Elijah greeted Finn after a brief silence. None of his other siblings had said a word; they were simply staring at Finn. He had just arrived at the compound and found his siblings in the living room. They had been in the middle of an argument.
"Elijah, Kol, Rebekah," Finn stated and paused before glancing at Klaus. "Niklaus."
"What are you doing here?" Klaus asked.
"Niklaus," Elijah scolded.
"It's fine," Finn stated. "I wasn't expecting a warm welcome. I doubt that most of you consider me as a part of this family."
"That's not true," Rebekah argued. "You're our brother."
"Our very dull brother," Kol added smirking.
"Why are you here?" Klaus repeated.
Finn looked at him, keeping his face free from emotion.
"I came to help you. I heard about your…situation."
"You mean about Kolette?" Kol asked. "That's how Nik is going to name his daughter…"
"Shut up, Kol," Klaus snorted, keeping his eyes on Finn. "Why would you want to help me?"
Why indeed. The truth was that Finn would have never come here without Sammy. She had helped him find the path to forgiveness. His hate and bitterness had hurt him more than it had hurt anyone else. Niklaus was what he was and Finn didn't expect him to ever change, but perhaps this child would actually bring some hope to their damned family.
"Because he's a good person," Sammy's voice suddenly said.
Finn turned quickly around and saw her standing in the doorway. He had asked her to wait in the hallway for a moment. She walked over to him and took his hand. All his siblings were staring at them.
"And who might you be?" Kol asked after a moment of silence.
"Samira Mikaelson," she replied calmly.
Elijah, Kol, Rebekah and Klaus looked stunned.
"What?"
Sammy smiled at them and kissed Finn's hand.
"I'm Finn's wife."