A/N: How will Samuel Salvatore open the unopenable coffin? What is The Ultimator's endgame for Samuel Salvatore? Also, if you want to know how the whole multiverse fits together, read page 1. I edited it a bit so that the function of each cosmic being is more clear-cut. The cosmology is not necessary for understanding the plot.
For the next few days, Sam, Stefan, Damon, and Bonnie spent every minute of their free time trying to break open the coffin, to no avail. At the Salvatore house, Sam, Damon, and Stefan still tried desperately to open the coffin.
"You know, if we manage to get this coffin open and your ring isn't in there, I might consider committing mass murder," grumbled Damon, "or maybe I'll just tear you apart. Verrrry slowly, piece by piece. Cut by cut."
"Damon, you're being really creepy and I'm starting to feel uncomfortable!" noted Stefan, "also, he's immortal. Plus, he's an original vampire. He can probably tear you apart without much effort."
"I'm sure my ring is in there," said Sam, "I can sense my own power. While my range of sense is rather limited, I am very certain that my power radiates from that box."
"Well, have we tried dropping it from an airplane yet?" Damon asked sarcastically, "or throwing it into a volcano?"
"No." said Sam, "should we?"
"It's sarcasm, smartass!"
Suddenly, Bonnie burst through the door, holding a small, wrinkled picture of a young woman and a little girl. "I think I know someone who might be able to help." She placed the photo on top of the coffin. "I've been having strange dreams for days and I think the witches are trying to send me a message."
"And how is that photo supposed to help?" asked Sam.
Bonnie ignored him. "Every time, I would see this woman in my dreams, but I can never quite place her face until..." she tapped the picture. "I saw this picture."
"I still don't know who that is!" Sam pointed out, "but whoever she is, let's go find her, knock her ass out, bring her here, put a knife to her throat, and..." Bonnie slapped him across the face.
"She's my mother."
"So I suppose that's a no to my whole plan of-" Bonnie slapped him again to make him shut up.
And so Sam and Bonnie ended up searching through hundreds of driver's license records in search of Bonnie's mother, Abby Bennett. There were two massive piles on the table; one that they have already looked at and one that they have yet to look through.
"I still don't see why we can't just call her," said Sam, "I mean, I'm pretty sure it's a lot faster than digging through all this...bullshit."
"She's cut off from the rest of the family," sighed Bonnie, "I haven't seen her for fifteen years."
"So she's a bad person?" asked Sam, "does that mean I will get to knock her out and-" Bonnie hit him on the head with a police file. "She's my mom, Sam, so no."
"Well, either way, I'm going to burn all this shit the moment we're done!" snapped Sam.
"No, Sam, we have to give it back to Sheriff Forbes when we're done so-NO!" It was too late; Sam snapped his fingers, making the pile of already read paperwork burst into flames and disintegrate into dust in seconds.
"Too late." Sam grinned.
Bonnie groaned. "You're explaining this to Liz Forbes yourself. I'm not doing it for you this time."
There was a blur behind them and a figure appeared behind them. "You know, if you wanted someone found, a five-hundred-year-old vampire would be a good someone to ask." Anna threw a manilla folder onto the table, "Abby Bennett Wilson, Monroe, North Carolina. Born in Mystic Falls Hospital, graduated at Mystic Falls High School, etc, etc."
"Right, thank you very much, Anna." Sam snapped his fingers, teleporting them all to the location she listed.
They reappeared inside a cozy little wooden house in the middle of the countryside. The moment they landed, Anna was expelled from the house through a window. "Uhhh...what was that?" Sam asked, "Is there some sort of spell here or something?"
"No, I'm a vampire." sighed Anna, "I haven't been invited in, so if I somehow do enter the house, I would get expelled forcefully."
Abby Bennett came running at the sound of the window breaking, only to stop short at the sight of Sam. "K-Klaus?!" she immediately fled for the door just as Anna vamp-speeded in front of her, blocking her path.
"Look, mom, it's not what it seems..." Bonnie just realized how strange it must have looked to her mother, considering she was standing right next to a guy possessing the body of the original hybrid.
"Then what does it seem?" Abby snapped, "you're hanging out with Niklaus Mikaelson?"
"I'm not Klaus," explained Sam, "I'm just a guy possessing Klaus' abandoned body."
"And why should I believe you?" Abby demanded.
"Because I entered your house without invitation?" Sam shrugged, "and I can do this;" Immediately, lightning flashed outside, illuminating a set of great shadowy wings on Sam's back. "So like I said, I'm not Klaus."
After taking a few minutes to calm down from her initial shock, she seemed to have accepted that Sam wasn't Klaus. She went into the kitchen and came back holding a plate of cookies and chocolate. "So I hope you guys are hungry," she told them, placing the food on a table, "food was always my go-to ice-breaker."
"Can someone invite me in?" Anna shouted from the door, "it's kind of cold!"
"Sorry, no vampires allowed in my house," Abby replied, "I just have a general distrust towards your kind." Anna rolled her eyes at this.
"I heard you know how to open a coffin," Sam said bluntly, "Bonnie's been having dreams where you open that coffin and my ring is in there so I need you to open it and get it for me."
Bonnie elbowed Sam in the arm. "Shush, Sam. We're not beggars, besides, she's my mom and I haven't seen her in fifteen years."
A look of guilt spread over Abby's face. "You've grown into such a beautiful young woman, Bonnie." She said quietly, "and I'm sorry for what I did."
"Please, just stop with the muffins and the compliments." snapped Bonnie, "I just wanna know the truth...why didn't you come home?"
"And we need to get my ring from Esther Mikaelson's coffin!" added Sam, "don't stop with the food. The food is good." He hoisted his feet up onto the table as he wolfed down muffin after muffin. "Oh, and did you know my vessel, and you are happily married in an alternate universe?" Bonnie elbowed him in the arm again. (Comment if you got that reference)
"I had no magic." Abby told her, "I was in a new city and I realized I had a chance to be somebody else. To be Abby Wilson, the woman...not Abby Bennett, the witch. I'm not proud of what I did, Bonnie. You had your dad and your Grams, and, let's face it, your Grams is way better at this stuff than I am."
"You don't know?" whispered Bonnie, "grams, she..."
Abby's eyes flew wide. "What?... How?"
"We were doing a rough spell," said Bonnie, quietly, "we both exhausted ourselves. Her more than me..." Tears fell from both their eyes, and the mother-daughter pair fell into each other's arms, crying.
After a full ten minutes, they finally calmed down enough to speak in legible words. "How about you tell me your story?" Abby asked between sniffles, "what brings you to me?"
"Well, Sam already told you the basic idea," replied Bonnie, "that coffin contains a powerful relic that contains enough power to destroy the entire world."
"Multiverse." corrected Sam, "my ring has enough cosmic energy to annihilate this entire multiverse at once if it gets into the wrong hands."
"Right universe," continued Bonnie, "so anyway, I had a dream about you opening that magically sealed coffin. I thought it meant you were supposed to help us. But if you don't have any magic..."
"Not spells, no." sighed Abby, "But I'm not completely useless. The earth still provides herbs and such. There might be something I can do to help!"
"And I don't believe you!" exclaimed Bonnie, "come on, mom! Dig deep! Scrap out whatever magic you have left! You know the dangers of that relic!"
"And how long has it been inside that coffin?" Abby asked.
"A thousand years." said Sam, "but right now, a demon is trying to get his hands on anything containing a piece of my power, and even though I killed him, there will be more of his kind. It's only a matter of time before that relic falls into the hands of a demon."
Abby looked greatly troubled. "I'll try. But it may not work."
"Great!" Sam snapped his fingers, making the coffin materialize on the table. Almost instantly, the table collapsed.
"If we're doing this, we're doing it outside. Zap that hunk of metal into the barn. I'm getting my grimoire." Abby went upstairs and came back a minute later with a thick, aged book in her arms.