No One's POV

Brooklyn hummed lightly as she jogged down the stairs of the Mikaelson mansion, her injuries healed from the unfortunate run-in with the Scooby gang a few days prior, and her wolf itching to run free by now.

"Oh. Sorry, 'Lijah." Brooklyn apologizes, looking up from a familiar suit clad chest; apparently she hadn't been watching where she was going.

"It's fine." Elijah replies, smiling down at his mate.

"I was just about to go on a run. Care to join?"

"I'd love to, Brooklyn." Elijah's deep voice rumbles.

Since the incident with Finn and subsequent rescue by Elijah, Brooklyn had been doing a lot of thinking, and apparently her inner wolf had taken a liking to Elijah, at least more than she had realized, rattling her emotions and confusing her thoughts more than they already were; she found herself being drawn to him despite all her original protests and reservations. Was it really possible for her to have another mate since Niklaus obviously wasn't returning the feelings?

"Great!"

Brooklyn's wolf bursts free a few moments later, letting out a woof of excitement and dancing around Elijah's legs, brushing up against him before taking a nip at him in playfulness before then taking off through the trees and underbrush.

The familiar grassy hill greets them a few hours later, both tumbling to a stop, Brooklyn sinking down gracefully onto all fours, this time Elijah sitting beside her in quiet contemplation, letting the light breeze ruffle through his hair and her fur.

Brooklyn admired Elijah's figure out of the corner of her eyes, with his strong, chiseled jawline, defined muscular outline, perfectly sculpted short hair, and stunning, deep brown eyes, he was inhumanely handsome, like some Greek god, although that was probably obvious to anyone.

But besides his attractive physical features, Elijah had a magnetic pull, a charismatic mannerism, and personality that appealed to Brooklyn; he was strong, he was confident and assured, he was dominate, he was faithful and steady, he was loyal, and he was protective. But he was also compassionate, he valued life, he was gentle, he was passionate, and he was caring and tender. All the things Brooklyn had ever imagined in her future mate and the one that would stand beside her to lead.

Niklaus, on the other hand, was practically the exact opposite of what she had thought she wanted or would ever have as a mate. Not that Niklaus didn't have qualities she admired or wanted, because he did; Niklaus was strong, confident, which boarder lined arrogance most of the time, he was dominate, even more so than Elijah at times, he was protective, and he was loyal.

But where Niklaus was explosive, easily angered, Elijah was calm, Niklaus border lined insanity, irrationality and psychotic tendencies, though she admitted at times that was extremely sexy, while Elijah was controlled and more rational; Niklaus was ruthless and unforgiving, and though Elijah held those qualities as well, his humanity tempered them more easily.

Niklaus sought power, complete dominance and control, wealth and recognition above anyone, he saw the world in terms of weakness and power, black or white, and yes or no. Elijah did not, or at least not as much.

In some cases, Brooklyn and Niklaus were better matched, they would united the supernatural world if they were together, yet surely that was not the only reason for them to be fated together. Surely, happiness and love was worth something? Worth more?

"Ready to head back?" Elijah asks after about an hour of watching the clouds roll through the sky.

Brooklyn simply nods, rising to shake her limbs out from the stiffness that had gathered before bouncing off beside Elijah.

"Hey 'Lijah, wanna watch a movie?" Brooklyn inquires, coming back down stairs into the living room after a relaxing, refreshing, and warm shower.

"Sure," Elijah responds, looking up from his journal.

"Great. Well sit." Brooklyn pats the spot next to her on the couch and grabbing the remote.

Obliging, Elijah quickly moves himself next to his mate, Brooklyn instinctively curling up to Elijah's chest as she would Niklaus and resting her head over Elijah's heart.

"Elskan." Elijah breathes lowly, so low Brooklyn wasn't sure she was supposed to hear.

"I- sorry. Does this bother you?" Brooklyn asks, immediately shifting away.

Physical contact was something instinctive to a wolf. They naturally craved it, and not only in a sexual manner, but in a casual, friend or family manner more often than anything. It was a way of connecting, building relationships, passing on assurance, security, or presence, it was comfortable and easy. But of course, it was also more so with a person a wolf felt strong affection for or towards like mates or lovers.

"No. I don't mind, Brooklyn." Elijah breathes, his arm pulling his mate back to his chest, uncertain if it was one of the few times he would get his mate this close, but unwilling to let it pass.

"Oh, okay."

Saying nothing more, they lapse into silence, the movie beginning to play.

That was until Niklaus came raging out of his studio and into the living room, ranting about heaven knows what, a worried, distressed Finn following.

"Okay, what is going on!? We're watching a movie! Can we not get some peace and quiet for like five bloody minutes in this damn house!? But no, of course not, no the world needs to blow up! " Brooklyn throws her hands up, looking exasperated, a bit like an exhausted mother.

"This stupid bag of fleas tromped all over my sketch pad! And it scratched me!" Niklaus howls with indignation, depositing Koala Bear, the elderly cat that Brooklyn had gotten Finn, into Brooklyn's lap and giving her a glare to boot.

"Don't hurt her!" Finn objects, all but climbing into his sire's lap to get to the cat.

"Oh god… What are you guys five?" Brooklyn moans, face palming; seriously, can Niklaus not act like a mature adult with his brother? And don't even get her started on Finn. God, this sire thing was hard work.

"Contain it!" Niklaus hisses, flaying his arms around.

"Okay, okay. Geesh. Tell me what happened."

"That stupid-" Niklaus begins to rage.

"No- not you Nik. Finn." Brooklyn corrects, tone a bit like a teacher's.

"She got bored in my room. She wanted to see you. She just got lost." Finn replies, holding Koala Bear out to Brooklyn, both looking at Brooklyn with absolute pitiful, innocent looks.

Oh geesh, lord help her. What was this super nanny? Children. Absolute children.

"Okay, Nik. See, she didn't mean it. Next time keep your studio door closed. And seriously, this fur ball is a girl. And she's Finn's. So. BE. NICE. You probably scared her with your stomping and raging. She's a rescue cat for heaven's sake! She's going to be skittish and shy, Nik." Brooklyn points out, petting Koala Bear as she purrs and butts against her arm, clearly content to be where she was.

"Fine." Niklaus growls, throwing his hands in the air. "But for the record the cat hates me. And the feeling is mutual!"

"You're ridiculous. Go paint or whatever you were doing before."

Hearing him huff again, Niklaus stomps off back to his studio, the door slamming shut with a resounding bang that echoes through the mansion.

"God, it's like having children. I'm getting a head ache." Brooklyn flops back on the couch.

Hearing Elijah chuckle, Brooklyn only glares at the Mikaelson patriarch.

"Watch the movie." Brooklyn commands, turning Elijah's face back to the screen and snuggling under his arm again, Koala Bear curling in her lap, and Finn hunkering up against her own side.

Feeling Elijah's chest once again rumble with laughter, Brooklyn only rolls her eyes again, slapping him lightly.

"It's not funny. It's ridiculous." Brooklyn huffs again. "Now, let's just finish this movie."