Thank you for all the reviews, here are answers to some of your questions. I don't actually know the name of the actress portraying Flynn and NJ is a short for Nick Junior.

Chapter 37

The breaking point

Elijah was heading to his room after a long day when he suddenly smelled it. Blood. Fresh human blood. His first thought was Kol. Elijah sighed; he had thought that Kol had understood when Niklaus had told him not to bring any of his playthings here. This was Flynn's home; Niklaus wanted her to feel safe here. Not to mention there would be a baby here soon. Hopefully everything was alright, Elijah hadn't heard from Niklaus after he had taken Flynn to the hospital. Well, surely Niklaus would have let him know if something would have been wrong.

Elijah was just passing one of the guestrooms when he heard something. Sobbing. Quickly he opened the door and remembered Niklaus mentioning that this room would be the nursery. Right now it was empty. Elijah gasped when he saw Flynn. She was lying naked on the floor, curled up into a fetal position. She had a knife in her hand and she was cutting herself.

"Flynn!"

Elijah zoomed next to her and yanked the knife from her hand.

"No," she sobbed. "No, no, no, let me die."

Elijah was shocked as he lifted the hysterical woman up as gently as he could and placed her on his lap.

"I killed him," she sobbed. "I'm a monster. Please… Please kill me."

"What?"

"I killed my baby," she sobbed hysterically. "I killed him. My baby is dead."

Elijah's eyes widened, quickly he touched her baby bump. There were no wounds there and he could hear the child's heartbeat. Very carefully he rubbed her bump and felt the baby moving. He pressed his lips together and cupped her face.

"Flynn, look at me," he said gently but firmly. "I need you to listen to me, your baby is fine. He's fine; you didn't do anything to him."

Tears were still coursing down her cheeks; she stared at him for a moment before his words started to sink in.

"He… He's…alive?"

"Yes," Elijah assured and took her hand. "Here, feel for yourself."

He guided her hand on her bump.

"I can hear his heart beating. He's fine."

She was quiet for a long while, before her whole body started to shake and she burst into tears again. Quickly Elijah wrapped his arms around her.

"Please help me," she pleaded. "I can't…"

"It's alright," he murmured as calmingly as he could. "It's alright…"

"What the hell is going on here?" Niklaus' voice suddenly snarled.

Elijah looked up and saw his brother standing in the doorway. He on the other hand was sitting on the floor, holding the naked and crying mother of Niklaus' child. Elijah understood how that looked, but right now he needed his brother to calm himself.

"She's not well," Elijah said firmly. "She needs our help."

Niklaus' eyes narrowed.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. I found her here. She…"

Elijah didn't finish his sentence; he simply cocked his head towards the knife lying on the floor.

"The child is fine," Elijah said before Niklaus had time to ask. "His mother on the other hand…"

Flynn wasn't crying anymore, she was frozen like a statue. Niklaus walked over to her and Elijah without saying a word. Quickly he inspected her wounds which fortunately weren't deep. Her head was still leaning on Elijah's shoulder, she wasn't looking at Niklaus.

"Flynn," Niklaus said, struggling to sound calm. "I need to give you few drops of my blood, alright?"

She didn't say anything, but she didn't struggle either as Niklaus bit his wrist and carefully pressed it against her lips.

"Give me your jacket," Niklaus murmured tensely. He was only wearing a pair of jeans. Elijah removed his jacket without saying a word and wrapped it around Flynn who didn't react in any way. Very carefully Niklaus picked her up and carried her out of the room. Elijah was more than concerned; he truly hoped that Flynn would be alright.

Klaus hadn't slept at all when the morning finally came. He had lied awake beside Flynn, staring at her back. She had turned her back on him as soon as he had carried her to the bed. Neither of them had said anything, he had felt very clearly that she hadn't wanted to talk. He wasn't sure if she had slept either, but he hoped that she had. Things couldn't go on like this; he needed to find a way to help her. A spell, a therapist, whatever she would need. Very gently he ran his fingers over her back. She was awake, he could tell.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

It took a while before she replied.

"I could eat something."

"What would you like?"

"Anything is fine."

He moved closer and touched her neck.

"How about an omelet? Maybe some toast and fresh fruits?"

"Sure, sounds good."

He leaned towards her and touched her neck softly with his lips.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to find a way to help you, I swear. I'll do whatever I have to do."

She didn't say anything or turn around, but she reached for his hand. He gave it to her, allowing her to pull his arm around her. It took a long while before she finally spoke.

"The party… It's tonight, right?"

"Yes, but you don't have to worry about that, I…"

"I would like to be there," she cut in. "If I may."

"Yes, of course."

He was surprised, but he most certainly wasn't going to deny anything from her.

"I would like to have a new gown," she continued.

That surprised him even more; she had never before asked him to buy her clothes.

"Of course, you'll have as many gowns as you want."

"I only want one. A red one."