No One's POV

"Would you knock it off?" Niklaus questions his brother, irritation clear in his tone. "You are honestly worse than Finn at the moment." He comments, sitting quietly in an arm chair by the fireplace, casually sipping on a crystal tumbler full of Scotch. "She'll come back when she's ready."

"Perhaps." Elijah offers with a noncommittal hum, worry clearly in his tone, concerned that Brooklyn was upset with the slaughter that had occurred; after all, she had asked them to not do what they had done, but they had ignored her and done it anyways, and it had left Elijah with no little sense of unrest and shame at the thought.

"She's already forgiven us. I don't see why you're so upset about things. She always forgives me." Niklaus waves off, clearly unconcerned about things, and certain that Brooklyn would forgive him for his offenses, as she had always done in the past.

"Do you even care? Does her friendship and loyalty mean so little to you?" Elijah questions back, his tone no less short that his brother's as he shoots a look back at Niklaus. "You sit there, drinking, as if her well-being does not matter-"

"Care?" Niklaus growls, suddenly in his older brother's face, his drink carelessly tossed down, the glass making a sharp crash as it collides with the fireplace. "Do not question my love for my Little Wolf." Niklaus' eyes flash dangerously, gold hinting in the depths of the crystal blue for a moment.

"I do care. I care more for my Little Wolf than you can possibly fathom. My loyalty and dedication for her would burn cities and raise Hell itself. And you…" Niklaus punctuates with a jab towards his brother. "Like a lovesick pup. You are pathetic, Elijah." Niklaus mocks. "She cannot love you, brother. Do not think I do not see it. You are in love with her. But it is hopeless. She has a mate. And there is no love that can eclipse that."

"Her mate is the pathetic one. Throwing away her love." Elijah responds, the two Originals nearly toe to toe, both unwilling to back down from one another; the irony was not lost to Elijah, for he did know the truth of who Brooklyn's mate was, but still, the truth his brother spoke lie in the air between them like a chasm, for Elijah was uncertain whether or not Brooklyn would ever accept him, even if it was second best.

Footsteps entering the foyer of the Mikaelson mansion interrupts the stand-off, both brothers backing away from one another, but not without one last dirty look sent towards each other.

"Little Wolf," Niklaus looks at Brooklyn.

"What's going on?" Brooklyn questions, glancing between Elijah and Niklaus, noticing the broken crystal on the living room floor and the slight tension.

"Nothing you need to worry yourself about, my Little Wolf. Just a chat between brothers." Niklaus smiles charmingly at his best friend. "How was your drive?"

"It was fine." Brooklyn answers, still looking a bit questioningly between them as if she could find the answers in both their gazes.

"Now, how about I treat you to dinner?" Niklaus asks, quickly coming to Brooklyn's side.

"I'm not mad." Brooklyn states, believing that was why Niklaus was offering.

"Of course not, love. I never said you were." Niklaus smirks. "However, since we weren't able to eat the dinner you were bringing. It's only fair I return the favor and treat you." Niklaus offers, his arm coming around Brooklyn and leading her back out towards the cars, but not before casting a smug look back at his brother.

"Thanks, Nik." Brooklyn smiles up at her best friend.