Hands up who liked the crossover episode(s) last week? ME!

Or maybe I just loved the Klaroline phone call or the Klefan bromance/frenermies. And maybe it's 'cause we know they're (Paul and Phoebe) dating in real life, but the Stefan/Hayley (Stayley? Hayfan?) scene was actually really sweet.

And best part… KOL IS BACK!

Anywho, sorry I was late updating. I know I said I'd have this out by the end of the weekend, but I was sick, like the gross snot everywhere, coughing, headaches, nauseous kind of sick… Then my son was sick and he stayed home from school and then I went to a concert, but anyway. I've been super busy and the next chapter is here now…

There are a few typos, my Word Document is playing up and won't decide if it wants to spell check in US English or Aus English and it's a pain in my butt.

Warning... Smut ahead.

I do not own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals, no matter how much I may wish I did… But FYI, if I did, I'm pretty sure Elejah would be canon… just sayin'.


Unexpected 2 Chapter 11

"I cannot believe your mother," Elena said, throwing her car keys down and storming into the house. She set out to the back of the house and by the time Elijah arrived in the kitchen after her, she already had chocolate chips, brown sugar and flour out of the cupboard.

Elijah found the fact that she baked and ate when angry or upset or even frustrated, quite amusing.

"I mean, who does that?" She asked, butter, an egg, mixer and bowl now joined the other stuff on the counter. "How dare she give my eldest child away? Wait… we're having twins, does that mean, because they'll be born at the same time, that they'll both belong to Dahlia?" Elena looked at Elijah her eyes wide in fear.

"I don't know what the terms were when it comes to twins," Elijah said, pulling Elena into his lap and wrapping her in a comforting hug. "But she won't get our children, I told you two months ago, I protect my family and you and our babies are most definitely my family."

Elena nodded, placing her hands over her bump, protectively and Elijah added his own.

"What would I do without you?" She asked, looking up and placing a kiss on his cheek.

"You, my lovely Elena, would be completely miserable." He smiled and they both stood. Elijah rolled up his sleeved and washed his hands in the kitchen sink. "Would you like some help?"

Elijah has discovered that Elena bakes when she is stressed, particularly if she can't sleep. Finally, after two batches of chocolate chip cookies, a banana bread, a zucchini bread and some blueberry muffins, Elijah managed to convince Elena to sleep.


Klaus was about to head up to bed. He jealously watched his oldest and most boring brother monopolise Caroline's attention. Klaus didn't understand it, Finn was about as entertaining at watching paint dry and yet Caroline remained a captive audience to him. And his bastard brother, Finn, was relishing in the attention that the baby vampire bestowed on him.

As soon as Caroline saw Klaus about to leave, she excused herself from Finn, who went off to drag Sage to bed, and followed the Hybrid.

"Nik, wait up," Caroline said, speeding up the stairs and jumping onto Klaus' back. She let out a giggle when Klaus groaned in surprise. She kissed his left cheek and then whispered in his ear, "How would you like to be my boyfriend?"

"Really, love?" He asked, turning his head and looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

"I may have realised, last night, when you help try to protect me and my mom that I'm totally in love with you…" She paused, then decided to go for the kill. "And I may have known that for a while, I was just scared and last night made me realise that I don't want to be scared anymore. I want to embrace life and I want to do it with you."

"How drunk are you, Caroline?" Klaus asked, with a smirk.

"Drunk enough to know I want you."

Klaus didn't need to be told twice, is earlier jealously over Finn quickly forgotten.

"Then, by all means, milady," He smirked, gripping onto her legs as they wrapped around his waist and her own hands held him around his shoulders. "Hold on tight, next stop love, my bedroom…"

Caroline giggled, "Hurry." She squealed as Klaus zipped off through his house.

"Oh and sweetheart," Klaus said, placing her gently on his bed, "I love you, too."


"Mmm, good morning, darling," Kol whispered into Bonnie's ear, kissing her cheek, shoulder and upper arm.

Bonnie took a moment to steel herself and then rolled over. She made sure the blanket covered her breasts and looked shyly at Kol.

"Hey," she muttered back. She felt a little sore, but overall, entirely fulfilled. Kol had been impossibly gentle and patient, he took his time and followed Bonnie's lead the whole time.

"Don't be shy, Vakker." He smirked, throwing the blanket down so his naked torso was on view. Bonnie's eyes followed the blanket and she took in his chest, before blushing at her subconscious ogling and averting her eyes. "If it pleases you to look, Bonnie, then look. After all, I am the epitome of masculine beauty."

Bonnie went bright red.

"How did you sleep?" She asked, ignoring his comment and snuggling into his side. Kol wrapped his arm around her.

"I don't want to talk about sleep," he rolled a bit and kissed her on the lips. "I'd rather our lips be occupied with far more intimate activities."

"Oh, but first," he got out of bed, not bothering with his nakedness and waltzed over to his jacked. He dug through the pockets and pulled out a tiny, black velvet bag. "I completely forgot to give this to you yesterday." He handed her the bag, "Happy birthday, Bonnie Bennett." He gave her cheek a peck.

Bonnie gave him a smile and then loosened the drawstring on the bag, letting the contents fall out and onto her open palm. It was a necklace. A beautiful rose gold and amethyst necklace, the setting on the pendant looked almost antique, but Bonnie loved it.

"It's beautiful, Kol," she reached up and kissed him deeply. "Thank you, will you put it on me?" Kol did the link around her neck.

"It's your birthstone, amethysts actually have some magical properties." Kol smiled and held the stone up so it caught the light. "It's said to heighten protection and healing. It's also good for cleansing of the mind and to increase one's sixth sense. But I just thought it would look pretty on you."

"I love it," Bonnie kissed him again, not noticing when the covers fell from her shoulders. "And I love you, thank you."

"I love you, too, darling," Kol winked, "It also means faithfulness."


Hayley answered the phone. She was sitting in Tyler's car in a warm, humid New Orleans street.

"Dean, what's wrong?" She asked her friend.

"Kim's lost it," Dean told her over the phone. "She's planning to kill the Originals and that doppelgänger and she's somehow got a hold of some white oak. I'm getting out of here. It's not like Klaus would notice me missing, he hardly even asks us to do anything anymore."

Tyler sat upright at hearing what the remaining hybrids had planned to do. He held his phone out for Hayley to pass it to him.

"Thanks for telling us, Dean," Tyler said. "You get yourself out of there and take anyone you can talk out of Kim's crazy scheme. I'll warn Klaus, I don't like the guy, but I don't want to die, either."

Dean said he could probably get Chris to follow him, and hung up. Tyler then tried calling Klaus, but the phone went to voice mail, he left a message asking Klaus to call him back and that it was important. He then turned to Hayley.

"You ready?" He asked her, nodding to the bar they were parked outside of, Rousseau. There were witches who worked here, Hayley was hoping that they would be able to point her in the right direction to find her clan.

"Yep," Hayley nodded, opening the door. "As ready I'll ever be, anyway."

Since it was just a few days after Mardi Gras had started the place was packed, despite the fact that it was only mid-afternoon on a Monday. The overworked bar staff, a harried looking blond who looked a few years older than him and Hayley and a sadder looking brunette in her mid-thirties. They both zipped around each other, pouring drinks and taking orders.

"What can I get you?" The brunette asked, her name tag reading Jane-Anne, looking between both him and Hayley. "And if you want Alcohol, I'll need to see some ID."

"No drinks, just some info, please?" Hayley asked.

"We're a bit busy," Jane-Anne replied, "If you don't want anything to drink, why did you enter a bar in Nola during Mardi Gras?"

Something tingled in the air around Jane-Anne, magic. Hayley and Tyler could automatically tell she was a witch. Some hid it, like Bonnie, but this woman saw no need to hide what she was.

"I'm sorry, we won't be long," Hayley continued, "I'm just looking for my family. Someone told me they used to live in the area. I was thinking someone like you could help."

"You must be new," another woman asked. She looked similar in appearance to Jane-Anna, but a good ten or so years younger. "We can't do that in the Quarter, sorry."

The second woman went off and placed two bowls of food in front of some customers down the bar and walked back. Hayley reach her arm out, taking hold of the younger one's arm as she walked past. When contact was made, the witch grasped and shut her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she looked right at Hayley and shook her head.

"Your kind aren't very welcome around here," she said. "The King won't take this well."

"My kind?" Hayley questioned, "What king? I just want you to tell me where I can find the other people who have this mark." She snapped, taking off her light jacket and pulling the sleeve of her tank top to the side to show her birth mark.

"You're a Crescent?" The younger witch said. "But," she pointed to Tyler, "What's he?"

"I'm Tyler, this is my friend, Hayley," Tyler said. "As to what I am, I was born the same thing as Hayley, but last year I met Klaus Mikaelson – I hear he's quite famous down here – and he made me like him… A hybrid."

Jane-Anne and younger witch exchanged looks. "You know the Originals?" Jane-Anne asked them quietly.

"What's that got to do with finding my family?" Hayley asked, shrugging her jacket back on.

"Nothing," the younger one said. She checked her watch, "I'm Sophie, Jane-Anne here is my older sister. I have my break in an hour, just before the dinner rush starts. I'll see what I can do for you, then."

Tyler and Hayley thanked her and came back an hour later. They received directions to the Bayou, where, rumour had it, the last of the Crescent Wolf Pack still lived.

When they arrived out in the Bayou, they found nothing. It was all just a wild goose chase. Then the car wouldn't start, and the swamp around them got all that much darker. Smoke billowed out from under the hood and when Hayley grabbed her phone, it had no service. A whisper was in the air, chanting.

Witches came out of the trees, surrounding both Tyler and Hayley. Pain exploded in Tyler's mind, it felt exactly how Caroline described what witches do, when they give vampires aneurisms.

Tyler's feet gave out and he held his head, yelling in pain. Next to him, Hayley's eye's fluttered and then she collapsed. The last thing Tyler saw was the witch from earlier, Sophie, walking closer, before his neck was snapped.


When Tyler came to, he felt a burn in his veins. His groggy mind told him he's been pumped with enough wolfsbane to kill a normal wolf and the only reason he was still alive was because of his hybrid nature.

"Ty," he heard Hayley say and felt her boot kick him in the side. "Ty, get your ass up!"

"What the hell is going on?" He muttered, feeling heavy and sick, the wolfsbane making him want to throw up.

"Those fucking witches," Hayley muttered. "I should've realised, never trust a witch that doesn't ask for anything in return for a favour! Selfish bitches, the lot of them."

"Where are we?" Tyler asked, pushing himself up into a seating position. It was harder than he thought, his hands were shackled, doing a quick check of Hayley, he saw in the same position.

"I think we're in a cemetery," Hayley told him, passing him a bottle of water that the witches had left for them. "It's clean," she said when he eyed it sceptically. "No wolfsbane or vervain." Tyler nodded in thanks and took a large gulp of water. He could really use some blood instead, but water would have to do for now.

"I see you're both up," Sophie said, coming into the tomb. "I'm sorry about the chains, it's nothing personal."

Jane-Anne entered after her, along with about a dozen or so more witches.

"Everyone's fair game in the war against Marcel," Jane-Anne said.

"What the hell do you need us for?" Tyler growled, his eyes flashing yellow and his fangs elongating.

"You were right, Sophie," an older woman said. She had darker skin and wore a scarf around her head and many necklaces. "He is both werewolf and vampire. The Hybrid had broken his curse and is making more like him."

"We told you, Agnes," Jane-Anne said, passing Tyler a small cup, no bigger than a shot glass, filled with blood. "You need blood, boy, here."

Tyler wanted nothing more than to throw the glass back into the faces of these witches, but the call of blood was too much, he downed the small amount quickly.

Sophie knelt down in front of Tyler and Hayley. "There is a vampire who has basically taken the Quarter hostage. He's got us witches on a leash and he's killing us. We need to fight back," Sophie said.

"That's nice," Hayley spat, "But that has nothing to do with us. What makes any of you think we care?"

"Nothing," Sophie said. "But Marcel was turned by Klaus almost two hundred years ago, if anyone can stop him, it's Klaus Mikaelson."

"And what do we have to do with that plan?" Tyler asked, losing his patience. "It's not like we're friends with Klaus. In fact I actively hate the guy! He killed me, turned me into a monster and stole my girl!"

"While the both of you were out," Jane-Anne said, "Sophie here, went through your mind, to see if there is any way we can drag the Originals here. She found that one of them is already planning a trip, Kol."

"That wasn't all she found," the woman named Agnes said. "The hybrid here is a lot more privy to the Originals' business than he let on," she told Hayley. "Sophie saw that recently, the Originals were turned human for a time. And in that time, one of the Original brothers impregnated a young woman."

Tyler's eyes widened and panic crossed his face.

"You leave Elena alone!" He shouted, straining against his chains. "Elijah will kill you if you go after his baby."

A witch standing near Sophie, with darker skin and long curly hair, narrowed her eyes at what Tyler just yelled. Not that anyone noticed.

"He also knows," Agnes continued, ignoring Tyler's outburst, "That if an Original dies, their entire sire line goes with them, and there is a weapon out there with the capabilities to kill an Original."

"We're been down this road," Tyler yelled. "People have tried to go against the Originals before. You know what happened to them? They're all dead! You don't fuck with the Originals and live to tell the tale."

"Be that as it may," Jane-Anne said, there was something desperate about her look. "But we need to try everything."


"I love it when Ellie can't sleep," Kol remarked, lathering a slice of hot, lightly toasted banana bread in butter and shovelling it into his mouth.

"Kol!" Elijah said, frowning. "I'd thank you not to make light on Elena's insomnia. It's not good for the babies."

"Sorry, 'Li," he shrugged. "Omigo', tho goo'!" He said, his mouth full.

"It's like you were raised by wolves," Rebekah said, disgusted. "Really, Kol, manners!"

"Ha," Kol laughed, crumbs flying from his mouth. He swallowed. "That's funny, 'cause we were raise next to wolves… and with a wolf." His eyes flew over to Klaus.

"Oh, ha ha," Klaus said sarcastically. "Your sense of humour truly astounds me, brother."

"How do you do it?" Finn asked Elijah, watching in annoyance as their younger siblings bickered like children.

"You learn to block them out after a century or two," Elijah deadpanned, handing Finn a muffin and a cup of coffee. The two elder Mikaelson brothers shared a slight chuckle.

The Originals took seats around the Gilbert's table. Elena was napping and Jeremy was at school. It was a day after Finn and Elijah had shared with everyone the truth about Freya and Dahlia. Curses were used, things thrown, blame lain and threats used. But overall, it just caused everyone to reaffirm their ties and promise to stand together against any and all threats to them and the twins. Always and forever.

"We have several issues that we need to turn our attention to," Elijah said, joining his hands in front of him. "First and most pressing, the Founder's Council. We may have gotten rid of the one really radical member, but they know what we are now."

"And not just us," Kol said, suddenly very serious. "They know about Bonnie and Elena. They know about Caroline and Jeremy and the Salvatores and Katerina and all of Nik's hybrids."

"The Salvatores are leaving town," Klaus said. "Stefan came to see me this morning, he and Damon are clearing out while no one is after them. They'll be gone by the end of the month. Caroline's mother also thinks we, all of us, should leave town for a while as well. Just until the council calms down, but Caroline is refusing to even think of leaving until after the pageant next weekend."

"Vakker and I are heading down to New Orleans at the end of the month," Kol told his siblings. "Because she keeps dreaming of places there connected to us. The plantation house, the compound, the cemetery. We're hoping that actually being there might help clarify some of the interpretation." The trip to New Orleans may have started as a way to get back at his brother, but now, to Kol, it was to find out who or what was after his family. The possibility of a gold dagger was just a bonus, in case needed.

"You're going to New Orleans?" Rebekah asked, smiling nostalgically. "That sounds like fun, I always loved New Orleans."

"The more the merrier, Bex," Kol shrugged, looking around at the rest of their siblings. "You're welcome to join us."

"Can you imagine it," Klaus asked, rhetorically. "The Mikaelsons back in Nola. Sounds exciting."

"That's all well and good, but we've also got Katerina's escape to focus on," Elijah said. He was slightly worried that Katherine would target Elena as she had done many times before. Especially now that she knew of Elena's pregnancy.

"Let Katerina sweat," Klaus said. "The little bitch wouldn't dare actively stand against us, not if she has no one to hide behind. She can run for another five hundred years for all I care. I'll not search for her, but if the opportunity presents itself, I'm more than happy to remove her treacherous heart from her chest… If she even has one."

"Niklaus," Elijah interrupted. "What if she comes after Elena? What then brother? I am not willing to risk the lives of my children or their mother's, for any reason whatsoever."

"I believe Katerina's sense of self-preservation is higher than that, but if she is stupid enough to try our hand, I'll let you kill her, personally." Klaus' face split into a large grin, "Or better yet," he added, hearing someone walk down the stairs, "I'll let Elena kill her. After all, if anyone deserves to kill her, it's her doppelgänger. I've heard that Katerina has done quite a number on your life this last year."

Klaus turned and faced the door to the dining room, where Elena stood.

"You've got that right," Elena muttered, pushing off the door frame and getting herself a glass of water. "But I'm not sure I could kill her, she's a bitch, sure, but I'm not comfortable with just killing for the sake of killing."

"You had no trouble helping Elijah and I kill the pastor, just the other day."

"The pastor fucked with my family," Elena said, turning around and crossing her arms. "That's something I have in common with you guys; 'family above all'. And if someone had told me this just a few months ago, I would've called them crazy, but you guys are my family, now."

"Didn't Katherine once kill Jeremy?" Rebekah pointed out.

"She also chopped off your Uncle John's fingers and stabbed him." Elijah said, "And she compelled Jenna to once stab herself."

Elena nodded, this was all true.

"She knocked you out just the other day, what she had hurt the twins?" Kol asked.

"There's still something creepy about killing someone who looks just like me." Elena said, putting her empty glass in the sink.

"Forget the doppelgänger skank, let's go back to what you said about us being family," Rebekah just smiled and pulled Elena into a hug, "You're the sister I never wanted," she whispered into her ear, giving her a light elbow in the arm and snickering.

"Aw, Ellie, I'm touched," Kol replied, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"This is weird," Klaus said, "Who ever thought I would be so protective of the doppelgänger, and not for my own selfish reasons?"

"Not I," Finn said. "But even me, Elena?"

"While I don't know you nearly as well as your siblings, you're Elijah's brother and the twin's uncle, which means you're family."

Finn just smiled, "Thank you," he said. "That means a lot, especially since I once tried to kill you."

"So you pushed me down the stairs," Elena said, rolling her eyes. "Klaus has killed me. Rebekah's tried to kill me, Elijah's tried to kidnap me, your mom has tried to kill me multiple times, Mikael stabbed Katherine fatally thinking she was me - not that the last two are family – the only one who's not harmed me in anyway is Kol." She paused, "Huh."

"Damn straight!" Kol yelled, fist pumping. "I'm Ellie's favourite Mikaelson. In your face, Eli!"

"Sorry Kol, but Elijah's still my favourite Original." Elena smiled at a pouting Kol.

"I believe this is where I say in your face, Kol," Elijah said with a cheeky smirk. He watched this exchange between the love of his life and his family with a smile, a warm feeling spreading through him. He walked to Elena and pulled her into a hug, kissing her lightly on the mouth. "I love you, too, sweetheart."

"You two are still revolting," Klaus said, pointing his index finger to his open mouth and sticking out his tongue.

"If you don't want to see me make out with your brother, who just so happens to be my boyfriend, in my, kitchen, which is in my house, I suggest you look away."

Elijah chuckled slightly, attaching his lips to her cheek and then looking at his brothers and sister. "I couldn't have said it better, my love."


"No offence, but I glad your siblings finally left," Elena said. She was at the sink, staking up the dishes made from the morning tea the Originals had. Elijah was just entering the kitchen again, having just seen his family out. "I thought they'd never leave."

"Yes, well," Elijah chuckled. "They can be a little overwhelming," he said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her frame from behind. He placed his palms over her stomach and kissed the nape of her neck.

"There's no denying that," Elena smiled, placing the last plate on the rack and shaking excess water from her hands. "But that's not why I wanted them to leave." She turned in Elijah's arms, facing him. Her hands traced up his torso, he was only in a button up shirt and slacks, the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

She took hold of his collar and pulled Elijah's face down to meet hers.

"I wanted them gone," she whispered against his lips, "Because I couldn't very well have my way with you in front of your family, now could I?"

"No, I don't suppose you could," Elijah muttered. He kissed along her cheek and made his way to her neck. "That'd not something one usually does in front of one's siblings." He thread his fingers into her hair and pulled her head to the side, lavishing the side of her neck with wet, open mouthed kisses.

Elena let out a moan, and within a second, she found herself deposited on the kitchen counted, Elijah standing between her legs and her gripping his shirt for dear life as he sucked on her pulse point.

"If you don't take this somewhere more private like – uh – now, I'm going to insist you fuck me over this kitchen counter." Elena's shaky hands managed to start to undo his buttons on his shirt.

"Kitchen counter sex?" Elijah muttered into her ear as he pulled her top over her head. "That's something we haven't done in a while…"

He then quickly freed her of her bra and cupped her breasts. He pulled her to the end of the counter and worked on removing her of her pants. Elena lifted her butt off the bench, to make it easier for Elijah to slide the pants out from under her.

"The kitchen it is, then." She pushed his shirt from his frame and wrapped her legs around his hips, her fingers moving to rid him of his pants.

"These last few days, my dear, you have been completely insatiable," Elijah observed. He splayed his hand across her back and captured her lips again in a hungry kiss. "I'm not complaining, far from it, actually, but I wonder, what brought this on?"

"Hormones," Elena groaned out, lining Elijah's manhood up with her core. "Second trimester has started and if I'm not tired, hungry or need to pee, I'm horny."

"Well if that's the case," Elijah said, with a smirk. He pushed her torso back, so she lay out on the counter top and pulled her to the edge of the bench. Her legs rested around his hips and his hands bit into hers as he slid into her. "I graciously offer my services to the lady... After all, it its my responsibility to take care of my lover should she feel the urge to... well, you get my idea, yes?"

He slid out and pushed inside her again.

"Oh, FUCK!" Elena grasped out. "You should step up... It is your babies that are making my hormones... OH, go out of control. RIGHT THERE, YES!" She gripped the other side of the counter and closed her eyes.

"Elena," Elijah groaned out, leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth.

"Hm," she hummed, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. "Yes?"

"Be quiet and let me fuck you," he licked up her neck, his hand going behind her neck and lifting her face so he can kiss her lips.


So, I'm setting up the stage for The Originals storylines to come in...

I plan for a bit of Elena/Elijah time (bonding, name discussions, maybe the first baby movements), a Gilbert sibling moment, the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant, some hybrid plotting and maybe a scheme or two, Katherine trouble, Kennet's (an co.) trip to New Orleans and for some trouble to brew up in the French Quarter when the Mikaelsons come face to face with a certain 'king' (cough!Marcelcough!). By the end of the story, I don't intend to have the story take place in Mystic Falls any more...

I'm not promising anything, but I'm hoping that this should be finished by the end of April if, if I keep with updates being every week-week and a half. Anyone have any favourite moments from the Originals season one?

Leave me a review and let me know how this is going.