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Chapter 29

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The next morning had come, and it was time to bury father Kieran. Dressed in their nicest funeral clothes, the two brothers, Hayley, and Becca joined in the carrying of the casket to the grave sight. Since late last night, it was like Becca had caught some kind of cold. She'd been feeling sick, but was determined to get through the funeral. If Klaus knew how awful she was really starting to feel, he'd take her back himself and she didn't want to make a bigger scene of this than it was already.

Unfortunately, her body didn't want to corruporate. A cough racked her lungs, one she tried to cover up but failed to when the brothers and Hayley looked at her with concern. Her curse had been held at bay since Klaus' daily doses of his blood, not to mention the baby who she knew was keeping her healthy. It'd been so long since she'd been sick, she hated the thought of it returning. "Are you alright, love? You've been coughing all night." Klaus said, touching her arm as he looked her over for any other signs of ailment.

He'd know that, not because he could hear her, but she had, against her better judgement again, spent the night sleeping in his bed. She didn't initally start out there, but she wandered in when her cold had first started and she had a chill she couldn't seem to get rid of. Being a vampire aside, Klaus was always warm thanks to his werewolf side. He didn't object to her being there, of course, so she spent the night in his arms.

"I'm sure it's just a cough. I'll be fine." She assured him, trying to not focus on how truly bad she felt.

"You look . . ." Elijah started to say, worry painted all over his face.

"If you say tired, I won't hesitate to pour another drink on you. You really shouldn't tell a pregnant woman she looks tired, Elijah." She said, trying to make light of the situation.

When she saw that his concerned expression hadn't changed, she reached over and squeezed his hand. "I'm fine. I promise."

Hayley caught sight of someone ahead of them and excused herself. Elijah's eyes followed her, a look of longing in his eyes as he did. Becca squeezed his hand again, getting his attention. "She said she'd think about moving back in when the baby's born." She said with a weak smile, trying to cheer him up. He looked surprised, and a little relieved, but did nothing but simply nod before looking away.

When her coughing returned, she knew she was disturbing people around them. "I-I, um, I'm gonna sit for a second." She said to them, before slipping away and going to the side walk.

She held in her cough, forcing a smile as she leaned on the pole while waving to them. When they finally started their own conversation, she let out the cough that was dying to escape. She was finding it hard to breathe between her coughing. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave the Mikaelson brother's sides. Gripping the pole, she felt her knees giving out. She wanted to call out to Klaus, but she could barely get a breath in, let alone a word out.

Panic filled her when she started coughing up blood. Her vision was clouding, her knees becoming weaker as her grip on the pole tightened. Klaus, where was Klaus? She needed Klaus. Fear gripped her then. What if she was losing the baby? Oh, god, she couldn't lose her baby. Not when they were close to the due date. Not after everything they've gone through and survived to get to this point.

"Klaus!" Another voice yelled over the noise.

Klaus' attention immediately went back to where he'd watched Becca stop just in time to see her collapse. Grabbing Elijah's arm in concern, he felt his dead heart stop. "Becca!" He yelled, hurrying through the crowd to get to her. Elijah followed behind him. Klaus dropped to her side, pulling her into his arm. "Come on, love. Hey, open your eyes. Please, Becca." He pleaded with her, giving her a shake before tapping her face.

Elijah kept the on-lookers from coming closer and crowding them. Genevieve came over, having been the one to call out Klaus' name. "I saw her swaying." She said as she came closer to the brother, worry and concern playing clearly on her face.

Hayley hurried over, having been talking to Cami at the front of the mass of people. She'd told Cami to keep going before coming over. "What happened?" She asked, taking in the sight of Klaus craddling the young human.

Elijah shook his head, not having any idea as to what to tell her. Becca had been a picture of health the day before, and he hadn't the faintest idea as to what had happened. With a glance to Genevieve though, he had a sneaking suspicioun there was a witch involved in this turn of events. "Lets get her back to compound." He said, glancing to the two women before looking at his brother. "Niklaus, come. We can help her better there." He said, squeezing his brother's shoulder.

Looking up at Elijah, the elder Mikaelson brother saw how much pain his brother was in because of Becca's ailment. Clearing his throat, Klaus nodded before he adjusted the sick girl in his arms and lifted her up. She was so much smaller now it seemed. It made his heart ache seeing how pale she was, the blood running down her chin a sickening contrast against her skin.

Adjusting her in his arms, her head laid limply against his shoulder. One arm was draped over his shoulders while the other laid limply on her lap. Kissing her head, he silently prayed to whatever he could that she'd be alright. "Just hold on, love." He whispered, kissing her head again before looking at Elijah.

Genevieve felt her heart tighten at the display of affection between Klaus and his baby mama. His real true love, she thought bitterly. As much as she hated this girl, she would never want a child and it's mother to be hurt. No matter what the ancestors wanted. Taking a deep breath, she hesitated before following behind the brothers and Hayley as they made their way to the compound.

Elijah pushed open the doors, allowing Klaus to carry Becca inside. She still hasn't come to, and it was worrying the brothers immensely. Her head hung back limply, her lips parted slightly. Hayley hurried ahead and cleared off the closest table just in time so Klaus could carefully lay her out on it. Elijah held her head, helping Klaus lay her down.

"I can help." Genevieve said out.

Klaus immediately turned on her, snarling with his eyes changed to the wolf's yellow color. His hands were shaking at his side, his emotions getting the best of him. "Don't touch her." He snarled.

Elijah touched his arm, reminded him to stay calm. "Let her help, Niklaus. She was a nurse, if I remember correctly."

"There's a spell I can do. Hayley, get chamile from the pantry." She instructed, her eyes darting to the wolf.

Hayley didn't hesitate in rushing to go grab it. Genevieve turned her attention back to the pregnant girl and her it was like her old talents of nursing came right back to her. "She's trembling. Your jacket, Elijah." She said, turning to the elder Mikaelson. Elijah went to remove his coat, but Klaus was quicker, holding his out for her to take.

"She's not breathing." Elijah said, his eyes never leaving Becca's still body. "I can hear the baby's heartbeat, but not hers."

Genevieve pressed her fingers to Becca's neck and within a minute knew he was right. Becca had no pulse.

Becca woke up with a gasp, panic filling her as she tried to catch her breath. Rubbing her stomach, she looked around confused to find herself alone in the compound. Holding her stomach protectively, she carefully laid up. Something was off, something wasn't right about where she was. Klaus and Elijah weren't here. She was on the street when she collapse, they wouldn't have just left her alone. Especially not Klaus.

A familiar face came out from another room, getting her attention. A second of relief hit her until her blood froze when she realized who it was. It couldn't be. Mikael was dead. He couldn't be here. "M-Mikael," She gasped, trembling as she scooted herself off of the table.

"Hello again, darling."

Klaus was pacing, his patience thinning as the seconds passed. Elijah stood beside the witch as she worked. Hayley had returned with the chamile and Genieve grabbed a rag and dipped it in it she pressed the cold rag to Becca's forhead, chanting the spell under breath. "Coer blesse, battre avec mwen . . ."

The hybrid was getting antsy. He didn't like this. Nothing about this was sitting right with him and he just wanted Becca to open her eyes. He would do anything to hear her yell at him, dump another drink on him if it meant she was alive to do it. If she lost the baby because of this, it would kill her if whatever this was didn't kill her first. He was finally getting her back, he couldn't lose her again.

"That's it." He grumbled before yanking back his sleeve and biting into his wrist.

The others said nothing as he leaned down and pressed his wrist to her lips. He needed this to work, to bring her back. He couldn't lose her, not again. "Come on," He whispered, begging her to wake up.

Nothing happened.

"She's still not breathing." Elijah said, straightening up. "It's not working."

His anger got the best of him as he picked up a chair and smashed it into the nearest wall. The two women flinched. Klaus' eyes never left Becca, begging her to just open her eyes. Hayley put a hand on Elijah's arm, turning him to face her. "Just breathe. It has to work. She's a fighter, she can beat this." She said to him, cupping his cheek in her hand.

Becca didn't understand what was happening. This couldn't be real. It couldn't be. Mikael was dead, Klaus had killed him. She'd been there the night it happened. She'd seen the burned corpse. There was no way she could be here with the beast who still haunted Klaus. "This is a nightmare. I'm dreaming. Klaus killed you." She said, backing up slowly with every step he took forward.

"On the contrary, my darling. This is very real." Mikael said, zipping behind her before she could react. "Welcome to my hell." He said, pulling her into a choking hold. "Stuck in an eternity of watching over that hideous creature my children call brother."

"You're dead. How can I be here?" Becca said, struggling against his hold on her.

She couldn't for the life of her figure it out. How could she be here when he's dead? If it wasn't a dream, if this was real, how could . . . no.

"Oh, my god." She said, before tears fell from her eyes. "No! No! No, my baby!"

"The baby?" He snarled in disgust, squeezing his hold on her enough to cause her to scream in pain.

Mikael actually laughed at the thought of the bastard child his own bastard was breeding. It was laughable to him, for Klaus to think this would actually happen. Even in death, he'd never let that happen. "That kid never had a chance. And as if your bloodline isn't filthy enough, you poison it with merging it with Klaus? I should have killed your ancestors when I had the chance. Iliana was a problem from the beginning." He said, chuckling as he tightened his grip on her.

"To think, the deathless vermin, fancing himself a daddy with his 'true love'." He continued to taunt her.[

Becca let out a scream, twisting free of Mikael's hold and yanking his arm back. He howled in pain, falling to his knees. It gave Becca enough time to grab the closest weapon to her and swing, hitting him square in the face. "She's not dead. I'm not dead. If I was dead, you wouldn't be trying to kill me." She said, her grip tightening on the lamp stick.

Genevieve continued her spell, doing everything she could to help Becca. She knew this was exactly what the ancestor's wanted, but she couldn't do it. She wanted to help Klaus. She wanted to help Becca, the nurse in her not letting her even consider any other option. "I'm taking her to a real doctor." Elijah said, moving to pick her up.

Genevieve shook her head, keeping her hold on Becca firm. "If you move her from here, my spell will break. There won't be enough time to get her to a hospital."

Klaus was staring at Becca's pale face. He had to think of the baby. There was still hope for their baby, and he knew that was all Becca cared about. As badly as he wanted to get her heart beating himself, if it wasn't option? He would protect that baby with everything he could. "Will the baby survive if delivered now?" He asked, the gears in his head already turning. Elijah shot him a glare, knowing where his thoughts had turned. "Don't look at me like that, Elijah. Becca would want the baby to survive." He snarled, his eyes red rimmed with his tears.

Elijah could see the pain her was in. Hayley could see it, as well as Genevieve. Becca dying was something Klaus never wanted. When she'd been sick before, he knew without a doubt he would have turned her before she took her last breath, whether she wanted it or not. He would not lose her. If that option was already gone, he would fight just as hard to save their child.

"Do not give up on her yet, brother." Elijah said, his tone firm.

Klaus was already thinking the worse. As badly as he didn't want to believe her to be dead, he wasn't sure he could give himself any false hope. Seeing the look on Elijah's face though, he knew he was right. If Genevieve was able to bring her back and she found out he'd given up on her too soon, she'd be heart broken. He'd hate himself. Giving his brother a small nod, he turned his head back to the witch. "Bring her back, Genevieve. I won't lose her, or the baby." He said, his tone more firm.

"Neither will I, brother." Elijah said, squeezing his arm.

Genevieve returned to her chanting. Her eyes widened when she felt someone elses magic at play. Someone familiar to her. Her eyes widened upon realizing who. With that figured out, she knew exactly what she needed to do. "I know what to do." She said out, her eyes lifting to the brothers. "Get my bag. The gris-gris pouch. Now!" She snapped, looking between the three. Hayley was the first to go looking for what she asked for.

Becca refused to believe she was dead. If she was really dead like he said she was, he wouldn't be trying to kill her. Something else was going on, and she had a bad feeling the longer it went on, the more likely he was to be right. "I saw your body before Klaus burned it to ashes, Mikael. You're dead. Your son already beat you." She said, backing up until she hit the stairs.

"He is not my son. He's a scourge, a walking symbol of weakness." Mikael started, taking slow steps toward her.

Becca looked around for a weapon before he eyes settled on the banister. Kicking one of the rods, she broke it off and held it firmly in her hand. "There is no saving atrocity festering in your womb. Klaus will destory it one way or another. Better he dies now and you along with it." He continued on as Becca slowly backed up the stairs, her eyes never leaving him. She didn't want to risk him moving and her not knowing.

Mikael jumped to the top of the staircase before she could get to the top. Becca gasped, turning to look behind her. He stepped towards her, making her gasp as she hurried back down the stairs. He jumped down, landing in front of her as she reached the bottom. Twisting around him, she wasted no time in stabbing him in the back with the makeshift wooden weapon. He screamed in pain, falling to his knees. "Klaus will be ten times better a father than you ever were. I know that for a fact. You can rot in hell knowing Klaus beat you. He'll always beat you." She snarled in his ear before she felt herself jolt with a sudden engery.

Becca gasped as the life returned to her body. Her eyes were wide as she tried to take in as much air as she could. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, her throat raw as she turned her head to the side. "Becca!" Klaus exclaimed, hurrying to her side. Genevieve stepped back, giving them room.

Klaus brushed her hair back, kissing her head as he squeezed her hand. Her body shook and her eyes were wide as he helped her lay up. "You're alright, love. You're alright." He said, brushing back her hair repeatedly.

"I-I saw him, Klaus. I saw Mikael. He-he tr-tried to kill me." She said, her eyes finally moving to look to him.

Both Elijah and Klaus tensed at the mention of their father. If it wasn't clue enough they were both dreaming of him, it was now. Klaus cleared his throat, brushing her hair back again. "Come on, love. Let's get you cleaned up. Hayley, will you take her upstairs and help her into the bath?" He asked, turning to the wolf.

Hayley was quick to nod her head, helping Becca stand up off the table and up the stairs. Becca paused at the top of the stairs and looked back. "Klaus?" She called out. He looked up, worry in his eyes. "You're nothing like him. You could never be like him." She said, taking him by surprised.

He tried to mask his emotions as he cleared his throat, nodding in thanks. Smiling weakly, she squeezed Hayley's hand and let her lead her the rest of the way up to her room. Once he heard the doors close to her room, he turned to his brother. "It would seem our earlier suspiciouns were not as off as we'd hoped." He said, looking between him and Genevieve.

It was one thing to go after him and Elijah, even the wolves, but going after Becca was asking for hell. If it was war they wanted, it was war they were going to get.

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After she was cleaned up, Hayley had gone back to the bayou to pack her things. Her 'maybe' had turned into a 'definitely'. She said someone needed to keep her safe, and it might as well be her own kind. She knew it was Hayley's way of saying she'd be too worried about her if she wasn't here to make sure she was alright. Becca couldn't help but smile at the thought. Her thoughts were interrupted when her door open.

Looking up, she saw Klaus standing there. "You've proved to be just as stubborn as any of us, ma belle. Fighters, both of you."

She smiled at the name, knowing he was refering to the old inside joke between them. He remembered, and it made her heart skip a beat. "Does that make you Mon bĂȘte then?" She teased.

He chuckled, shaking his head at her antics. Of course she'd know exactly what he'd been referring to. "I suppose it does."

She shared in his laughter, brushing her hair back before letting her laughter grow quiet. It had been one hell of a night, that was for sure. "You know, we could always be cheesy and name her Isabelle, Belle for short." She said, rubbing her stomach. Feeling the baby kick never made her feel so relieved before as it did now. "I think she likes it." She said, glancing up from her belly to him.

"I'd like to show you something I've been working on." Klaus said, holding his hand out for her to take.

Hesitating, she wasn't sure how many more surprises she could take. Glancing up at him, she bit her lip before nodding and placing her hand in his. He helped her to her feet, entwining his fingers with hers, before pulling her across the room to another room she hadn't realized what adjustant to her own. Her breath caught in her throat upon looking inside. Covering her mouth, she took in the sight before her. It was a nursery.

Klaus had made her a nursery.

Inside she saw the crib she'd once been eyeing in the store window. On the wall was a painting he no doubt did himself. It was of them, dancing the night of his mother's ball. She was wearing that beautiful golden dress while his suit jacket was a nice royal blue. There were dancing couples all around them, but she and he were the ones who stood out. Her eyes continued to look around the room, smiling at the little things that reminded her of their history. It was beautiful, amazing really.

"Believe it or not, Becca, I do wish to be a better father than my own. A better man, for you." Klaus said, watching as she inspected the room.

She was looking at the bookshelf he'd had put in. He knew reading was important to her. It blew her away with how much time he must have put into this. Her eyes turned to the crystals hanging over the crib next. Touching her finger tips to them, she was in awe. "You're already a better man than he was, Klaus. You've always been better than him to me. Belle, Carol, hell even Cupcake, whatever her name ends up being, she'll see what I see." Becca said, looking at the teddy bear before she turned to face him.

"She'll see a man who loves her with everything he has. A man who would protect her til his last breath, who would give her the world if she asked." She continued, giving him a small smile as she rubbed her stomach.

Klaus looked at her as if she was really an angel before him, causing her to blush under his intense gaze. Realizing he was staring, he cleared his throat and pulled something out of his pocket. It was a jewelry box. "I have one more thing for you." He said, motioning for her to take the box.

Crossing the room, she smiled as she took it from him. Glancing at him, she opened the box and if her heart wasn't already beating against her chest, it would be now. It was her rose necklace. The one she'd lost. It hung on a new chain, but there was no mistaking the familiar charm. "Klaus, you . . . thank you." She said, lifting her eyes to meet his.

He actually blushed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he shifted from foot to foot. She hesitated before turning around, lifting her hair up. Looking over her shoulder, her gaze met his. "Will you put it on me?" She asked, her eyes never leaving his as he nodded and came up behind her. He took the necklace and put it around her neck, closing the clapse. As the charm fell against her chest, it felt right. It belonged there.

"What did my father say to you?" He asked, the curiousity getting the best of him.

Turning to face him, she looked up and put her hand on his chest over his heart. He reached up and brushed back a fallen curl from her face. "Nothing true." She said, giving him a small smile. His eyes seemed to darken as he looked down at her, his smile disappearing as he slowly lowered his head. His lips stopped just before they touched her, as if giving her a moment to pull away if she wanted to. When she didn't, he closed the space between them kissed her slowly.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stood on the tips of her toes, deepening the kiss as his hands went to her hips. Kissing his way down to her neck, she gasped, her eyes closed as her teeth took her bottom lip between them. His nose nuzzled her neck, just breathing her in. He couldn't believe he'd almost lost her today. He hated knowing he'd given up on her, if only for a minute. "When we couldn't get your heart to beat again, I thought . . . I thought I lost you again." He whispered into her neck.

Pulling back slightly, she cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. "I'm not going anywhere, Klaus. We've been to hell and back, and I have a feeling it's gonna get worse before it gets better, but I'm still here. I'll always be here." She promised him before bringing his lips back to hers.

He pulled her as close to him as he could, kissing her until she needed to breathe again. He chuckled at the flushed look on her cheeks, at how bruised her lips were from his kisses. Her hair was a mess from his fingers running through it. She was a mess, but he thought she never looked more beautiful than when she was like this. "You should get some rest." He said softly, kissing her fingers.

As much as she didn't want to admit he was right, she was exhausted and wasn't really sure how she was even on her feet. Closing her eyes, she nodded into the crook of his neck. He chuckled as he slipped his arms under her and lifted her up off the floor. She smiled, kissing him slowly before he carried her back to his room where he knew she'd be sleeping tonight. He didn't mind that it was all they did, he just enjoyed having her in his arms again. It was truly all he needed. As he laid her down, he couldn't help but smile.

He'd gotten Becca back. He had his angel.