Pairing: Elijah/Matt (M/m) hand

Klaus called and got Jeremy in to see the therapist that Marcel's contact had recommended. Now that the appointment was imminent, he really didn't want to go. As they were on the 45 minute ride to the office, Jeremy started to express his displeasure.

"Dad, this is horrible. I have stuff to do. I mean, what can this lady tell me that I don't already know?" Jeremy whined.

"Son, you promised you would give it a chance. Please, just talk to her, okay?" Klaus said patting his leg with his right hand.

"Fine. But if I do it, can I get my phone back?" Jeremy prodded.

Klaus was tempted to say 'We'll see', but then thought of Elijah's face if he backed down again.

"No," Klaus smiled, "but nice try. It's a couple more days. You will live."

Jeremy grumbled something under his breath that even Klaus' vampire hearing couldn't detect and slumped down in the seat. They spent the rest of the rest ride in silence.

Klaus walked Jeremy in and checked in with the receptionist. They waited in a small room. It wasn't sound proofed very well and if Klaus concentrated, he could hear voices in the next room.

"If the way you learned to relate to others in your family of origin is incompatible with the way your partner learned to relate to theirs, conflicts can arise. Fear and hurt can bubble up, especially when your primary attachments involve a level of trauma. Our fight or flight response is wired into this social engagement, and can get triggered, even when that is not the original source of the hurt," he heard a voice say.

"So I'm blaming them for things that aren't their fault because I'm messed up," a female voice said.

"You're not 'messed up', but you are displacing. Let's pick this up next week, huh? It's time. Think about what you want out of the relationship," the first voice said.

Seconds later, a teenage girl came out of the room. She checked out Jeremy up and down, smiled, then left. Jeremy colored and looked at the wall.

"Hi, you must be Jeremy. And this is your dad? I'm Camille O'Connell,"

Cami said holding out her hand. Cami felt a shock go through her body when she saw the handsome blond man in a black leather jacket.

"Lovely to meet you, Niklaus Mikaelson. Call me Klaus," Klaus said smiling. He wanted to kiss her hand, but they didn't do that any more.

The voice, that accent! Cami scolded herself to be professional. She knew that Niklaus Mikaelson was an ancient vampire. Just like her uncle, she tried to treat humans and supernaturals equally. But his green eyes seemed to bore into her, or were they blue?

"Call me Cami. Won't you both come in," Cami said warmly, pushing her long blond hair behind her ear.

Cami explained the process. She would talk to Jeremy alone this session and get an assessment and they would go from there. Klaus filled in Cami on how Jeremy had come to live with him and be adopted. He left out kidnapping him at first to save his life, and some of the supernatural things that happened, but included the deaths of Jeremy's parents.

"Oh Jeremy, I'm so sorry to hear that," Cami said sincerely.

"Thank you. We are grateful that my sister survived the accident," he replied.

Jeremy spent the rest of the session alone just answering the typical questions about school, friends, and what his interests were.

"Jeremy, do you ever think about hurting yourself or anyone else?" Cami asked gently.

"No! Never, I mean, before I met my dad, after my parents and my friend Vicky died I did, but I never have since. I swear. This whole pot thing has been way blown out of proportion. We were just bored and didn't really think it was a big deal. I am not a drug addict or anything like that, I swear," Jeremy promised.

"Do you ever get angry? Feel like you are losing control?" Cami persisted.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, I basically went from one sister to having four brothers and a cousin. I share a room with two other guys and I'm the youngest. Sometimes they treat me like I'm the runt. I'm more like, artistic, and not as athletic. I guess I'm also kind of pissed, sorry, mad that I got my phone taken away this week. I'm kind of fighting with my 'sort of' girlfriend and now we can't text," Jeremy admitted.

"You can say 'pissed' here. This is a safe space. Anything we talk about is private. Unless you tell me you are being hurt, abused or are going to hurt yourself or someone, I have to keep everything confidential, okay?" Cami reassured him.

"Okay," Jeremy replied.

"Thanks, Jeremy. It was nice to talk to you. I'm going to speak to your dad alone for a moment and then you're all done," Cami smiled.

Klaus came in after telling Jeremy to go wait for him in the car. He made it a point to not listen to the private session, which took effort.

"Well, Mr. Mikaelson, I am happy to tell you that I don't often get to say this-," Cami started.

"Klaus, please," Klaus interjected.

"I think that Jeremy, despite his parents' death and the pot incident, is fine. Normal teenage reckless behavior. I don't see a self-destructive pattern or any signs that he is unstable or going to hurt himself. I really don't see a need for further sessions unless he would like to pursue them," Cami volunteered.

"Ah, that's terrific. I, ah, sometimes don't know what I am doing with three teenagers. My other son is older and things were much different with his upbringing," Klaus said visibly relieved.

"Well, I'm not sure about your other sons, but you seem to be doing a good job with this one. My uncle says that you and your family lived in New Orleans a long time," Cami said casually.

"Yes, Camille. I actually knew your grandfather quite well. Or your great-grandfather? Before the city burnt, New Orleans was...very special to us," Klaus said with emotion.

"I can't go back, now now," Camille glanced at her receptionist.

"Since we may not be official patients now, would it be inappropriate for me to invite you to our home? I know my older son, Marcellus, would love to meet you. I can send a car for you, say, this Saturday?" Klaus said hopefully.

"I'm sorry. I have plans, but here's my card with my cell on the back. We should get together soon," Cami said blushing.

"Soon. Thank you, Camille. It was lovely to meet you," Klaus said, this time kissing her hand. He left the room and winked at the receptionist.

"So, am I crazy?" Jeremy prodded.

"Ah, no," Klaus laughed.

"Dad, stop! What did she say?" Jeremy pressed as Klaus continued to laugh.

"You don't have to go back. She thinks you're fine. Put your seat belt on," Klaus said starting the engine of the SUV.

"See! I told you," Jeremy said.

"Yes, you did," Klaus answered.

"Dad, you liked her, didn't you? That lady," Jeremy asked suspiciously.

"Son, I have my hands full with you boys. I have no time for romance, especially after what happened last time...and the time before that," Klaus recalled.

"Nicole? That was like last year. You know, the first time you really beat my butt was over me being rude to Nicole, over the fish? Then, you left her for dead in that cave. Ironic, huh?" Jeremy mused.

"You had been testing me. You didn't think I would really thrash you, did you? And Nicole tried to have you boys sacrificed. She can rot...," Klaus said glancing quickly at him as he continued to drive home.

"And no, I didn't think kids my age still got spanked. I thought it was just empty threats, ha, joke was on me," Jeremy grinned.

"You didn't say anything to Camille did you? About our old fashioned ways? I'm sure she wouldn't approve," Klaus asked nervously.

"No! I wouldn't say anything. I mean, she didn't ask. I did tell her that I got my phone taken away. She was probably feeling sorry for me," Jeremy smirked.

"I doubt that. But you wouldn't feel funny if she came over for dinner would you. I mean if you never had to see her again professionally?" Klaus suggested.

"No, Dad. Go for it. She was nice and pretty. And if you go out with her, she probably wouldn't let you whack us. You know child psych and all?" Jeremy offered.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Anyway, thanks for going along with this, for the record, I did not think anything was wrong with you," Klaus admitted.

"Gee, thanks. I think. Can we go thru the drive thru?" Jeremy asked as they passed a fast food place.

"Sure, I don't see why not," Klaus said.

Davina had stayed home sick Monday, Tuesday, and went to the doctor on Wednesday. She had a fever and sore throat. She started the prescription and felt fine by Wednesday night. Freya had made her a few teas, but she wondered if Davina was making herself sick. In truth, she was avoiding talking to Tyler. She just didn't have the words to express it all.

Finally, Wednesday evening, she figured she had to talk to him. She went to the boys' room.

He was on his top bunk reading a sports magazine. She knocked, though the door was open.

"Hey, Davina, come in," Tyler said dropping down onto the floor.

"Sorry, I should have come sooner, but I got sick," Davina replied in a scratchy voice.

"Yeah, I heard you were sick. Feeling better?" Tyler said indicating that she should sit on the couch.

"Much, thanks. Um, Tyler. I really don't even know what the hell to say. I feel mortified about what happened. I hope Caroline is okay, too, and not mad, but if you guys are, I understand," Davina said hesitantly.

"Davina, it was pretty fucked up what happened. I mean, Caroline does not eat cupcakes like that, so I don't know if the magic made her or what. I guess we're more worried about...," Tyler drifted off.

"Her being pregnant?" Davina asked.

"Yeah, it wouldn't just be about a kid. Davina, she could turn into a wolf over this. The other stuff, like the family seeing us on the couch or getting in trouble over the porn, just doesn't seem like that big of a deal, you know," Tyler confessed.

"Oh god, Tyler. I do feel awful. I guess I deserved everything I got after all. Marcel had a little, how do you say it around here 'chat' with me and I haven't spoken to him since," Davina explained, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Look, I can see you feel bad. And I guess I owe you an apology over that video. It was kind of a joke. Like here's this really extreme video, let's see how gross it is, I didn't think those dumb asses would actually watch it. And the weed, also my fault...Believe me, I got my ass handed to me, too," Tyler admitted.

"I need to see if I can talk to Marcel. Keep me posted on Caroline. I won't say anything about it to her, unless she brings it up to me, okay?" Davina said.

"I'm sure it will be okay," Tyler said.

"Hey, where' Matt? I wanted to talk to him, too," Davina asked.

"Ah, he's taking a shower in the hallway bathroom. I wouldn't wait on him," Tyler smiled innocently.

"Long showers?" Davina laughed.

"You could say that," Tyler replied.

"Marcel?" Davina said knocking softly.

"Yeah, come in," Marcel was in his 3rd floor office space working.

"Sorry," she said contritely.

"Hey, hey, what are these tears for?" Marcel said.

"You were right. What I did was really bad. If I tell you something, do you promise not to tell anyone else?" Davina asked.

"Of course, D., You can trust me," Marcel said.

"Tyler is worried that Caroline could be pregnant. Because of what I did!" Davina cried.

"Come here," Marcel said enveloping her in his arms.

"But Marcel, she could also turn into a werewolf!" Davina shrieked.

"D., that's probably not going to happen. Calm down and breathe a little," Marcel said quietly.

Davina did.

"Look, what's done is done. Whatever happens, we will deal with it, okay. You did what you did, you got punished and now it's out of your hands, alright? No more beating yourself up," Marcel cautioned.

"But it's my fault," Davina exclaimed.

"Davina, it's done. I know you don't want another spanking. Because if I do have to spank you again because of this, I'm going to paddle your bare butt a lot harder than I did the first time. Understand, young lady?" Marcel asked firmly.

"Yes, I get it. You won't have to spank me ever again. I swear," Davina promised clutching him tighter. Her backside tingled thinking of it and she did not want to be in that position again. Marcel was right, it was out of her hands.

Matt really hated to be without his phone. He had been trying to use some of Tyler's magazine stash, but it wasn't cutting it. The boys had let it slip where Klaus was keeping the phones. The key was right on the side table and Matt figured he'd grab his phone and then put it back quickly and no one would be the wiser. He started using the hallway bathroom for a little more privacy. Since that night with Abby, Matt hadn't had much luck with the ladies. Well, at least he didn't have to worry about being a teen dad like Tyler right now. Matt almost chuckled to himself, but then figured he better hurry his 'shower' along.

"Oh my god!" Matt heard while scrambling to cover himself.

"Get out! Oh no, Miss Monroe?" Matt gasped. He was sure he had locked the door.

"Boys, ah, go back to your room. You can brush in the other bathroom," Vanessa nervously redirected them.

"No! My toothbrush is in there! Vanessa, how are-," Finn shouted furious.

Elijah came up behind them, "What's the hold up here?"

Vanessa steered Finn and Henrik back to their room and made a motion with her thumb to the bathroom.

"We walked in on Matthew, um, yeah," Vanessa said in a whisper. Elijah looked back and went in the bathroom.

"Matthew, what is the meaning of this?" Elijah hissed surveying the scene in front of him. The water was running, but Matt was clearly not taking a shower.

"Uncle Elijah, I thought the door was ah, locked. Sorry, I'll finish my shower now," Matt said ready to die of embarrassment.

Elijah nodded and was ready to shut the door and let this incident go when he saw something.

"Is that your mobile phone, Matthew?" Elijah asked in shock.

"Oh my god, Uncle Elijah, please don't tell dad. I was ah, just using it for a couple of minutes," Matt begged.

"Matt, this is ridiculous," Elijah went into the bathroom and shut the door, making it a point to lock it.

"Uncle Elijah, please," Matt begged as Elijah grabbed his arm.

Matt was relieved to still have been wearing his white briefs and white undershirt. Elijah sat on the closed toilet seat and carefully but deliberately flipped him over his knee. Matt was panicking and tried to avoid the humiliating position to no avail.

Smack! Matt yelped as he felt the first painful spank across both cheeks.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Matt made no attempt to not yell out as the smacks were harder and faster than any he had received.

Elijah took a breath. In his anger, he had lost his temper for a brief second, he was not using anywhere near his vampire strength but he knew he had smacked Matt hard. He yanked the boy's briefs to mid thigh and saw that his backside was red in the areas he had swatted.

"Matt, that you would get that phone despite your punishment is beyond me," Elijah scolded now rubbing Matt's bare backside. It felt warm to him. He didn't want him to bruise, but he though he could use a little more of a lesson.

"I-I am really s-sorry," Matt screamed out, tears streaming down his face.

Elijah continued spanking but this time much lighter all over. To Matt, it became a continuous burn and he continued to kick and struggle to get off Elijah's lap. Elijah moved his smacked down to right below the crease of Matt's backside and above his thighs. Matt began to howl and sob in agony. Elijah tightened his his hold on his errant nephew and continued the spanking as Matt wailed.

Elijah continued swatting knowing that Matt would only feel this level of sting for a moment or two before it would lessen.

"You are going to tell your father that you took the phone as soon as he gets back. So after this spanking, you will shower, put on your pajamas and get into bed. In his room! I have a feeling that you will be going to bed with an awfully warm behind tonight," Elijah promised.

Matt was crying and kicking as much as he could. The burning sting in his rear end was intense. He didn't know how he would be able to shower and put on pants. Elijah stopped spanking him as he knew his brother would probably be using his paddle on him before the night was through.

Elijah let Matt balance a moment while he took off his briefs completely.

"Now, you go ahead and take a shower. Do whatever you need to do, and then report to your father's bedroom. Do you understand. You can eat your dinner in there. I'll bring it up," Elijah said starting the shower water. He checked that Matt already had his night clothes in the bathroom and he did.

"Matt, I'm going to take this all with me. I will lock the door on my way out to give you your privacy. I'm going to let you up now," Elijah said gathering up the magazines and the cell phone.

Matt was crying softly now. Elijah hugged him and kissed him on the head.

"Go on now, Matthew," Elijah prompted. He looked back to see Matt's red backside below his white shirt. That looked painful, but the boy knew better than to break into Klaus' room.

As he said, Elijah locked the door and shut it. He went to see to Vanessa and the younger boys.