Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognizable as being from either The Vampire Diaries or The Originals.

Sarafina Salvatore goes home to Marcel, her best friend/occasional friend with benefits.

I tried to line up the two timelines, Originals and Vampire Diaries, as best I could. From what I know Klaus goes to New Orleans eight months after the harvest, so this chapter is set one month after the harvest. Davina is struggling with her new powers and Marcel wants help from his very close friend who so happens to be the only witch he trusts.

I'm not sure how their dynamic will play out when it comes to the Originals going to New Orleans eventually, if I even make it that far, but we'll see I guess. Shoot me some ideas as we go on.

Chapter 10

After reading the letter and getting ready for the day, she got a call from Marcel asking if she could come home for a couple days. She decided that she needed to pick up a few things anyways and she got ready for her trip back. Sara placed a quick call to Sage, telling her that Finn was free before she headed downstairs for breakfast. Grabbing a muffin the raven haired beauty joined her uncle and father. Knowing those two, they'd probably be arguing about something.

"What do you say, brother? You wanna go get drunk?" Damon asked

Stefan shook his head, almost like he wanted to laugh. "Ahhh, I get it, I get it. You're bored! Your best friend's in jail and you don't have anything better to do with yourself."

Damon chuckled lightheartedly, he'd been found out. "Well there's that and I was hoping you could help me solve a murder."

Stefan walked out of the room. She decided to go sit by her father as he was reading some old journal. She snuck it out of his hands to steal his attention. "Dad, I'm taking a couple days back home. Do me a favour while I'm gone. Please, help Uncle Stefan, don't antagonize him." She patted Damon's knee. "He's having a hard time. I'm going to see if he wants to come with me, but we both know he wont."

Before Damon could reply, she dropped the book back in his lap and got up. He must have realized that his best shot was just to listen to her and not argue, because he didn't say anything as she left the room.

She went upstairs to Stefan's room, knowing she'd find him there. Not bothering to knock she just walked in. He was sitting on his bed looking at his phone. On the screen was a picture of him and Elena. She sat beside him and wrapped her arm around him.

"You know, even though you're struggling, and Dad's a dick, doesn't mean you guys can't have a little fun together."

He chuckled. "Ya. I know."

"I'm going home to New Orleans for a couple days, do you want to come with me?" She rubbed his back. The circles she drew brought him some comfort. They always had been able to soothe each other.

He shook his head. "I know it'd probably be good for me to get away, but I just can't right now." He turned to look at her. "You still consider New Orleans home?"

"I know, but I had to try." She smiled at him. "And ya. This place is home too, but so is there. Damon still doesn't know that that's where home is. I love the man, but we both know he'd find some way to wreak havoc. If you need me while I'm gone, just call. Okay?" It was a running joke between them. Damon had managed to up root her life more than once, so now he generally just doesn't bother trying to figure out where she calls home. If anything ever happened he knew that Stefan knew where it was.

He nodded and hugged her. "Have a good trip, little one."

She walked out of his room calling over her shoulder. "Not so little and physically I'm older."

She could hear his laugh following her down the hall.

She got in her car and drove. The autumn air blew through her hair. She loved driving with her windows down and the music blaring. She never usually got tickets, mostly cause she'd use a witch's version of compulsion to get out of it. Plus, being that she never got older, it was hard to have valid insurance or a valid drivers licence. She would never use her powers to actually harm a human, but she did find them useful in certain situations.

Her Benz flew down the highway. She loved it's class and power. In some ways it kind of reminded her of Elijah. It was black as night and beautiful, but deceptively fast. There was a raw power hiding under a regal, perfect exterior. The car emanated a sense of importance and class. Its beauty drew the eye. One of those things in life that you wanted to badly to touch but you knew you couldn't.

She could have any car she wanted, she honestly had quite a few back home, but this one was her favourite. It wasn't flashy enough to stand out, but anyone that knew cars knew it was magnificent. Sara had it reenforced and made bullet proof. She may be practically royalty in the Quarter, but that didn't mean she was never a target. The engine had also been modified and spelled. Unlike her bike, which had been spelled to fly, her car was only equipped for silence, stealth and speed. She turned a seven hour road trip into one that took just over four hours.

Sarafina Salvatore walked into the compound, throwing the doors open. She grabbed a hold of the man standing in front of her and screamed in his face. "Where the hell is he?" There was a barely contained fire glowing in her eyes.

The vampire stammered trying to answer her. "H-he he's in his-s off-fice I th-think. Or bed-d."

She stomped away holding back her smug grin. Everyone practically flew out of her way as she made it through the compound. She stormed into his office, hoping to make at least a little bit of a scene, but sadly found he wasn't there. An even more diabolic plan popped into her mind. Sara knew if he was still in bed at noon it meant he had a woman over. All she could think about was how fun this would be.

She made as much commission as possible on her way to his bedroom. When she arrived the door was surrounded by guards. They must have heard someone causing chaos through out the house and went to protect him. However, the moment they noticed it was her many of them backed away. The few that didn't she determined were new, she hadn't been home in a couple months, because of travelling. They must have either joined or been created after she left. It was a favourite pass time of hers to mess with the newbies. They never knew what they were getting into.

She made eye contact with Thierry, one of the few people she trusted and liked, and smirked at him. "Are you going to move them or should I?"

"Why don't you show them why you're the Queen, milady?" He asked her. They enjoyed a very carefree relationship.

One arrogant young man didn't seem to get the message and stepped towards her. "They're all cowards, and Thierry is a fool. My King has no Queen. Especially not a filthy witch." He practically spat the word witch.

He realized his mistake as all the other vampires took another step back, while Thierry outright laughed in the ace of his idiocy. Her rage turned from a rouse to very real within an instant. Without her uttering a spell the vampire was thrown backwards into a patch of sunlight. When he tried to move he found he was trapped. "You should learn some respect, boy."

She released her hold on him whilst pushing the large doors to Marcel's room open. Sara honestly didn't care if he burned, but she didn't like killing and Marcel did not like loosing men.

The sight before her amused her. Marcel lay in bed, with his hands behind his head. The blanket pooled around his waist. Her view of his dark, beautifully chiseled, body would have been picturesque had it not been obstructed by a small raven haired woman wrapped around him. She looked like she was moments away from dying of fright. When the doors flew open, the woman had pulled the blanket tighter around her self, while grabbing onto her bedmate furiously. Marcel however, was the air of nonchalance. He held no reaction to the witch storming into his chambers, nor the chaos she wrought throughout the compound.

"Well, well, well. I'm only gone a few months and this is what I return to? Is this how a King treats his Queen?" Sara asked. There was a smirk plastered on her face, but her voice was icy.

The girl stammered over herself trying to apologize. She started getting dressed faster upon noticing that Sara hadn't spared her a glance since entering. Her eyes were locked on Marcel's. The girl actually tripped and fell when she tried putting her pants on and Sara had to stifle a laugh.

Only when the girl tried to pass by her did Sara move. She stuck her arm out and blocked her path. She turned her head extremely slowly and looked at her. The poor girl looked like she was going to wet herself, and Sara couldn't stop herself for laughing. She actually doubled over. "I'm sorry. I just.. Omg… And your face!"

"Are you done having your fun?" Marcel asked her from the bed. He still hadn't moved and his chest was bare to the world. Not that the world would mind as he was perfectly sculpted.

Sara composed herself and looked at the poor confused raven haired woman. "You can leave now." She moved her arm and motioned towards the door, effectively dismissing the girl.

She walked over and jumped onto the bed beside him. However, the other side that the naked girl had just been inhabiting. She turned over and laid herself half on top of him. Her head on his chest, as he looked down at her. His arm on the opposite side of her rested across his abdomen, on her low back and his hand drew lazy circles. The other was still behind his head, displaying his biceps. "I love messing with the little girls you bring home."

He laughed at her. This had always been a game they played. Generally when he couldn't get one of the one night stands to leave and he didn't want to force them or compel them, he let her have her fun. The two of them once tried dating, but even if the sex was amazing, they soon realized they were best friends and nothing more. However if one of them was really in the mood or they were drunk, they occasionally still ended up naked in bed together. "Did you have to scare the whole house hold on your way up though?"

"Yes. It keeps them on edge, plus the newbies need to learn their place. Dumb ass was lucky I didn't fry him." She placed her head on his chest and ran her fingers up and down his other side. His skin was smooth and she missed how familiar it felt being beside him like this. They sometimes got into the habit of sleeping beside each other. That and they cuddled like an old married couple, either in bed or out of it. Intimacy was never a problem between them, but it did make their past lovers quite uncomfortable.

"I thank you for not killing my men." His fingers ran through her hair. "You know, if you wanted me naked in bed, all you had to do was ask."

"Maybe tomorrow, honey, I have a head ache." Sara laughed. She may take him up on it. It'd been a while. "Now, why did you want me to come home?"

"Mmmmm." He placed a kiss to the top of her head. "Close the door would you?" With a flick of her hand the door was closed. "Would you believe me if I said I missed you?"

"Not even if you were tied to a lamp pole on Bourbon Street, naked."

He laughed and the sound washed over her like a familiar blanket. "I stopped the Harvest. I remember, you once told me how barbaric you thought it was." She turned her face towards him. "I saved the last girl. Davina. She's become like a daughter in the last month." She reached up and ran her fingers along his jaw. He was staring at the ceiling, clearly deep in his memories. "I want you to meet her. She needs a woman to talk to and maybe some witch advice. She's strong, Angel."

"Okay. But can we do that tomorrow? I've missed you." He gave her a half hearted pout. "You know you're sexy when you pout." She playfully bit his lip. "Keep the serious stuff 'til tomorrow. Just let me enjoy seeing you. If we get serious, we'll argue. I don't want that today." They smiled at each other and laughed. It was true. She always had an opinion, which lead to arguments, but it's why they worked so well together. She saw the world so differently than he did and would always tell him exactly what she thought. Surprisingly though, they always understood each other, like two sides of a coin. "Let's have a fun day! Ooooo is my room still the same? Can we go dancing tonight? Pleeeeeeaaassssee!"

"Anything for you, my Queen." He'd started calling her his Queen years before.

When New Orleans burnt to the ground, they'd rebuilt it. Somewhere along the line they'd come into each other's lives and now they couldn't leave. He normally didn't trust witches, but she was not a normal witch. She, like him, had been raised by vampires. They connected. They knew the family struggles the other faced. Being abandoned killed them both. They had played parts in their demanding father's lives. Where Klaus had expected perfection and for him to follow all his rules, Damon had practically ignored her and forced her away from him only to do a 180 and become overly protective. After he became a vampire, her father insisted on controlling her life for years. That, they both understood. Where he had been mistreated as a a slave, she had been mistreated in the 'Katherine years'.

Over the years, she'd come and gone, but this had always been her home. She'd been there when he'd turned Thierry even encouraging him to do so. She'd expressed how she saw a true friend in him.

They had taken a nap in each others arms when they woke to a knock at the door. The only person that would wake them was their most loyal man, so they knew it was probably important. Sara rolled on her back, and pulled the blanket up to just over her hips. She'd taken her clothes off and slept in her underwear. Thierry had seen her naked before, so she honestly wasn't bothered by him seen her in her bra. She lazily flicked her wrist opening the door.

Thierry didn't even hesitate as he walked into the bedroom. He plopped down beside Sara and smiled at her. The lack of clothing in the bed did not phase him. "I'm glad you're home baby cakes." The nick name was a joke between them. This guy had once tried to hit on her by calling her that, and in turn Thierry had broken his wrist. Well he'd actually done it because the guy grabbed at her chest, but still the name stuck between them.

"Me too, even if I'll probably have to leave soon. Originals plus my family equals big disaster." She winked at him. "Whatcha want anyways?"

The two men laughed at her. She always kept them grounded and down to earth. "Marcel said you'd want a party, so I came to let you guys know that in two hours the club will have a white and gold night."

Sara squealed and turned over to hug Marcel. She then sat up and kissed Thierry on the forehead, repeatedly. "My boys know me!" This caused the guys to laugh and she soon joined them.

"Thierry decided the theme, but don't go spreading that, cause he's a man." Marcel told her in a mocking tone.

"Hey! He's a sexy and sensitive manly man." She told him, while thumping him in the face with a pillow.

Thierry laughed and ruffled the hair on her head. "Only thought of it cause he was trying to, and I quote, 'Make it perfect for his Angel,' so you know. Angel-white-and-gold. Seemed right." He told her very matter of factly, with a shrug.

"You're both perfect! Now get out Hunka. I needa get ready." She shooed Thierry out of the room. After he'd closed the doors she stood and looked at the beautiful man still in bed. "So." She placed her hands on the bed beside him and leaned so her face was right over his. "What'd you get me to wear?"

"Why'd you think I got you anything?"

She giggled melodically. "Cause if you hadn't and spent your day in bed with some girl, we both know I'd kill you." She kissed his cheek before moving towards his closet.

"Far left side." He called to her. His walk-in closet was only half the size of hers, but still it was bigger than most people's bed rooms. Neither of them got rid of all their old clothes, so downstairs they shared a room filled with clothes from different periods. It came in handy whenever there was some kind of themed event, or when trends remerged. Their shared love of clothes meant he normally bought her dresses for events. She always loved them.

Hope you enjoy and review. I love to hear what everyone thinks. - Nicole