Cami set her laptop on the coffee table in front of the two Originals. The screen blinked on and after a few moments of clicking and calling Rebekah appeared. Her smile brought the third day of family therapy to a start.

"Well, look at that," Rebekah chirped, peering through her screen. "I guess this dreadful technology has its uses after all. Hello, Elijah. It's good to see your face again."

Klaus rolled his eyes, drawing himself forward on the couch. "And what am I? Invisible?"

Elijah laughed. He seemed more at ease this morning, lots of calming hues in his tie and his suit a light navy blue. Klaus had dressed in opposition, on the other hand: in opposition to his brother's open attitude and to the joint session in general. Lots of red. Lots of anger. Not that he saw the connection.

But Cami had already written down her first impressions of the brothers and was eager to see what happened when their only sister was thrown in the mix.

She pulled her chair around toward the computer and clicked her. "I don't really have any specific questions at the moment, so I'll just observe for now," she explained. "I'm sure the three of you have a lot of catching up to do."

Elijah spoke up, assuming the role of moderator in the presence of both siblings (or so Cami wrote). "Thank you for finding the time, Rebekah. I hope we can all help Camille as much as she can help us," he said.

"I've agreed to chat, but let's keep it quick. I might be needed any moment."

Klaus perked up, catching the meaning in her words. Hope was likely sleeping in the next room. If only he could see his daughter, even for a moment, to know she was okay.

He tried to pull the information from his sister. "Is…are…are you alright? Safe?"

"And happy, Nik. Promise."

Cami chewed on the end of her pen, intrigued by the look that passed between brother and sister. Having had a sibling of her own, she knew the signs of a shared secret. She hoped she might uncover it; she couldn't write a thesis on what she didn't know.

She interrupted cautiously. "If time is short, perhaps we should start. I have my some questions -"

"You said no questions!" It was Klaus. In a huff. Already.

"I said no specific questions," said Cami. "But I do have some guiding questions. Nothing to be afraid of as long as you're honest. Rebekah, perhaps you would want to start? You haven't seen your brothers in quite some time…anything you want to say to them?"

"I hope they're behaving themselves," she said. "You couldn't pay me to be there in person, Cami. I'm sure Nik's sitting on one of his bloody daggers right now."

Elijah scooted further from his brother. Klaus rolled his eyes.

"No one needs to worry," Cami said. "Daggers of all kinds have been banned from these sesssions. I've already had a talk with both of your brothers, Rebekah, and they have agreed to aim at some level of maturity today."

She looked at both of the brothers pointedly before turning back to Rebekah. "You'll be safe to freely speak your mind."

"Good, because I actually have a bit of a list…"

"Of grievances?"

"Of all the ways Klaus has attempted to ruin my life."

"Oh, poppycock!" Klaus sneered. "Is this an intervention? A trap? Why have you forced me to listen to this libel?"

"You elected to participate on your own free will," Elijah reminded him.

"I had no choice! You put me on the spot. I couldn't possibly refuse Cami when she was standing right in front me."

"Trying to impress the girl, perhaps?" Rebekah teased.

"Says the girl who falls in love with anyone who looks at her. Such standards, little sister. You don't set the bar, you bury it in the ground."

Cami threw the hybrid a disproving frown. But Rebekah laughed. 'Don't worry, Cami, dear. Nik's just being cruel because he knows I'm right. Trust me, I've spent my whole life around posturing men. I don't shy easily and I'm hardly intimated by petty bullies."

"That bully is your brother though," Cami said.

"Half-brother," Rebekah amended. "And half the bully he thinks he is."

Cami tried not to pause the conversation too long as she hurried to take notes. "Good to know," she nodded, underlining something on her page, "and I think that's perhaps an interesting place to continue. Feel free to take this where you will, Rebekah, but how does it feel to be the younger sister for over a thousand years?"

"One word: Suffocating. Ten centuries and my brothers have yet to realize I can take care of myself."

Klaus started laughing, undaunted by his brother's pointed glare. "Perhaps I speak for myself," Elijah said, "but in my opinion you have certainly proved yourself competent, if not crafty, over the centuries, Rebekah."

"And yet you and Nik leave me out of everything important."

Elijah shook his head. "Not true."

"How about the decision to leave Mystic Falls? I wanted to stay."

"Because of the charming Matthew Donovan?"

"Because it was our home," Rebekah said. "For 1000 years, Nik has moved us across the world, fleeing our father, but never allowing us any say in where we settled next. New Orleans was the only city we all came to love. But when we put down roots, Klaus tells us it's time to leave!"

"When Mikael burned the city to the ground, that's when it was time to leave."

"You have it wrong, brother," said Klaus. "Rebekah's not sore that we left New Orleans in 1919. She's sore I dagger her some years later… "

"Disallowing me from coming back."

"For Marcellus," Elijah sighed. He had finally got it. "But what of that matter which is most important, sister? Have you been left out of that?"

He had kept his question vague, meeting his sister's gaze through the monitor so the meaning of his words remained a secret between them. Rebekah looked off screen for a moment before crossing her arms and leaning in with a huff of air.

"It sucks," she said.

Cami halted her pen, looking up suddenly. "I'm sorry, was that in response to Elijah's question?"

"No, to yours. You wanted to know how it felt to be the youngest sibling? It sucks."

"Spare us," Klaus grumbled. "You covet the position. You love the attention."

"I'm not some naive little girl anymore, Nik."

"Oh, but you are…always and forever!"

"Niklaus, please!"

Cami noted how Elijah tried to keep the peace by adding some perspective. "And for what it's worth, being the eldest carries its own unique burdens."

"Finn is the eldest," Klaus corrected him.

"Finn is hardly our sibling," Rebekah added with a scoff.

"Why do you say that?" Cami wondered. "Is that because Finn wasn't around very much, being daggered and all?"

"Finn hates who we are," Klaus answered. "Even before he was a witch, Finn took after our mother in her loathing of vampires…the very creatures, mind you, she had turned us into herself."

"Finn fled," Elijah added, "immediately after our mother's death. So did Kol. For those first few decades it was only the three of us – Rebekah, and Niklaus and I. We took an oath that would we not abandon each other, that we would remain together –"

"Always and forever." Cami underlined the phrase in her notes. "I get it now. Through everything…all those centuries…that oath was a bond."

"Which someone," Rebekah frowned, "takes far too literally."

"And here we go again," Klaus exhaled. "It all comes back to me."