It took time for Davina to wake up, more than a day in fact, but then again I wasn't all that interested in moving much myself. She woke up with me beside her, her eyes flickering awake and meeting mine as we both lay on our sides. "Hey." I murmured, shifting a little so that I could prop myself upright. "How do you feel?" Davina started to cry then so I hushed her as she reached around to hug me and I let her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Hey, ssh…you're okay."

"Tim…he…"

"Tim's fine. I healed him in time." Gasping softly, Davina looked at me with winsome orbs, mouth dropping open as I brushed away her tears lightly. "But he doesn't remember anything. I had Rebekah compel him to forget so that he'd duck down and stay out of sight for a while. As far as everyone else is concerned, Tim died, and it has to stay that way okay? It's what's best for him."

"But he's alive? I can see him again someday?"

"Sure you can. Just let this all die down, then we'll figure everything else out." She started crying again, only this time I think it was from relief. Laying her head down on my abdomen, Davina rested against me as I stroked her hair as she lay over my sternum with one hand resting on the slight swell of my stomach, eventually calming down. "I'm so sorry I didn't get there sooner. I let you down kiddo."

"No, of course not. You're the one who saved us both, aren't you? I remember you using magic, and you were right there with me…what exactly did you do?"

"An old druid healing ritual. I called upon the spirits of the elements and magic of the earth to help heal you both. Fire to help you sweat out the toxins, earth to give you strength, air to help you breathe, nature to grow the plants I needed to make an antidote of sorts, then light magic to heal you both. It was the best I could do with the time I had, it was a really aggressive poison. It was acting too fast for me to actually go through the long, laborious process of developing the right antidote myself."

"I want to kill Klaus for what he did. He deserves to die."

"Hey now…" Hushing her gently, I smoothed my hand against her head and continued to gently comfort her. "Death is one of the most dangerous aspects of magic around, especially for us witches and druids. Every time you take a life, a little piece of you is chipped away with it. That's what makes death so final, because you can never get that piece of you back. It's like handing your enemy a scorpion but getting stung yourself in the process." I said to her as she continued to just lay there against me, curled up on the bed together. "That's why druids can't kill anyone. Back in the day, they took oaths of non-aggression, meaning that they would never instigate violence or even retaliate back against someone. That's how deep their magic ran, how seriously they took their livelihood. I never took those vows, so I'm not against making someone feel a lot of pain when they piss me off, but killing…that's a real no go."

"But after everything Klaus has done, all the people he's hurt and killed, don't you think he deserves death?" Davina asked me and I had to think about it for a moment, knowing that I had to choose my words carefully.

"I think that sometimes, people only hurt others when they're hurting themselves. Nik is…complicated, but he's not all evil. He's capable of great kindness and mercy and even compassion. He's been good to me before, and he has this deep philosophical side to him that makes people want to see the world the way he does. He's passionate about art, culture and music, he's desperate to be loved but is so afraid of betrayal and loss that he rejects it before anyone can get too close." Seeing that Davina was listening, I pressed on. "For people like Nik who have done a lot of bad things, I think death is too final. What's the point in it if he never feels regret for all the things he's done? Same goes for anyone who's done evil. Until they've been made to understand the pain they've brought to others and suffered a taste of justice, who are we to judge whether or not they're redeemable?" Processing for a moment, Davina then turned so that she could look up at me.

"You really care about him, don't you?" I smiled warmly.

"What gave me away?"

"You're defending him despite everything. The only people who would do that are the people that love him."

"Trust me, Nik doesn't make it easy for the rest of us. Half the time I want to kill him myself." Her face wilted slightly, seemingly now conflicted over her feelings so I continued stroking her hair. "But hey, I did make him suffer for you whilst you were out. I used magic to make him feel like he'd ingested the poison he gave you and Tim. Once you're feeling better, maybe you can teach him another lesson in having some manners." This made her seem a little better, giving me a smile before she turned back in order to continue resting for a while longer. She kept her hand over my belly, occasionally rubbing her fingers against it or moving her hand like she was trying to feel the baby.

"Do you know what it is?"

"Pretty sure it's a girl. She's a spirited little one, and hungry too. When she's not eating up my magic, she's making me crave all kinds of different foods." Chuckling softly, Davina spread her fingers a little wider to cover more of the bump I was beginning to show. "I'm sure she'll like you. I hope you're still around when she's due."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I figured after all this, it'll probably be best to get you out of town for a while. I'll talk it over with Rebekah, see what we can figure out."

"Thank you." Giving her a smile and telling her it was nothing, Davina sat up and turned around to face me. "No, I mean it, and not just for helping me but for saving mine and Tim's lives. I wasn't sure about you at first, but now I know I can trust you." She said to me before smiling adorably. "You're really cool. I hope I can be like you when I grow up." I grinned back at her, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

"Most of it comes from being a redhead, kiddo, but I appreciate the compliment. There's some things I've got to go take care of, will you be okay in here for a while? Remember, as far as everyone else is concerned, Tim died, so make sure you act really upset about that."

"Don't worry." Davina said to me as she rolled her shoulders back and gave me a smirk of attitude which I admired deeply. "I'm sure I can channel my anger into giving a good show."

"That's my girl." Glad to see that she was okay, I got up and gave her one last hug before leaving her in her room, softly closing the door behind me before I then exhaled deeply, staying still for a moment in order to close my eyes and try to think. I hadn't said anything, but Davina's power was growing wilder by the minute. I had no idea how her small body was still holding it all together. I was concerned that whatever was happening to her, it wasn't just going to go away. I had tried channelling her magic out of her but it hadn't worked. Nothing I'd tried had been successful, it was like there was no loophole out of this one, I couldn't just snap my fingers and fix everything like I usually can.

It was frustrating beyond all comprehension, all I wanted was to help Davina, the one time I actually wanted to get involved and it was like there was nothing I could do. This can't be it, there can't only be the one option of completing the Harvest, risk killing her to resurrect her later only for it all to lie. That magic she had inside her, it had to go back to the earth, and completing the ritual seemed like the only way to do that. I wanted to deny the logic, but all my private research and consulting my ancestors had led me to the same answer.

God, I would kill for a vision right now, but I couldn't risk it. Turning off that part of me had been like waking up after a long endless night of nightmares, seeing nothing but death and darkness everywhere I turned. Trying to see the future and trying to change it hadn't always worked out, in fact sometimes it just completely backfired on me, so I'd stopped trying these last few months. It was either all or nothing, and right now I was satisfied with nothing, determined to try and figure this out myself.

Pulling myself back together I walked away, intending to try and find another answer to this mess that had somehow stumbled upon my doorstep. I considered a resurrection ring, like the one I had made for Elena, but then it ran the risk of not actually completing the Harvest because Davina wouldn't truly be dead, and we'd only be back to the beginning. I could feel the magic continuing to grow, and when I heard a commotion from Davina's room, I dropped everything in order to rush there. "Davina?" I could hear her coughing, and when I saw the soil on her bed sheets as she coughed it out of her lungs, I almost screamed in horror at what was happening to her. "Davina!"

Pushing my way through and completely ignoring Nik and Marcel, I shoved the latter out of the way in order to seize Davina's face and began to chant, blocking the magic that was causing a reaction in her as she began to go through the element cycle, just as my ancestors had warned me. As my magic took effect, Davina could breathe and she gulped in a deep breath of air as I gently led her back, laying her down on the bed in order to rest. "You're going to be okay, Davina. I promise, we're going to set this right."

"Lia…I'm scared…I'm so scared…I don't want this…" My heart literally bled for the girl, holding her as she sobbed and clung to me and I did everything I could to comfort her before I whispered another spell, sending her to sleep so that she could at least be comfortable.

"What's happening to her? Why was she coughing up earth?" Marcel demanded after I'd pulled my hand out from underneath Davina's head, rearranging her hair gently before turning around, pale faced and fearful. Seeing my expression, both Marcel and Nik knew immediately that it wasn't good as I hugged my arms around myself and started to rub and scratch at my neck.

"It's not good. The magic she possesses is killing her, and if we don't do something about it soon then not only will Davina die, but everyone in the city with her."

"Then fix her." Marcel demanded, taking a menacing step towards me but Nik snatched at his arm, giving him an ominous glare to warn him to back off.

"I can't fix this." I told them honestly and with exasperation. "I'm a druid, a powerful one, but this isn't something my magic can just fix. The ritual was interrupted before it could be completed, which has led to complications and now Davina runs the risk of dying and never coming back." Marcel did not like the sound of my warning, growing agitated as he looked at me like he was considering snapping my neck. Before any of us could say anything else, the ground began to shake violently from a powerful earthquake, resulted from Davina's magic.

Grabbing onto one of the bedposts for balance, all of us had to wait out the quaking until it was over, all of us now rightfully on edge. "Was that…?" Nik looked at me, wondering if I had been the cause of the tremor but I shook my head.

"Davina. It's Davina. She's getting worse and she's running out of time."

"Time for what?!" Why do I have to be the one that delivers the bad news? God, I hate this.

"You're not going to like it." I warned him, though it hardly prepared him for what I said next. "We're going to have to complete the Harvest." Marcel stared at me, openly horrified that I would even suggest something like that, then he rushed at me with a furious snarl as he bared his teeth. Before I could even flick some magic at him to toss him away, Nik had grabbed him by the back of his jacket and tossed him across the room. "Jeez, calm down you two." I waved as Marcel then sprung back onto his feet, both of them facing off with one another. "Let's focus here, okay?"

"What do you mean we have to complete the Harvest? The whole point of you teaching her control was so that this wouldn't happen!" Marcel bellowed at me whilst Nik rather pointedly continued to keep himself firmly situated between me and Marcel.

"Davina's level of magic right now isn't what she was born with, her body can't handle it. She's going to die unless we release the magic back into the earth and complete the ritual like it was supposed to. I've already communicated with my ancestors, they told me that it'll work but we need an Elder from the coven to complete the ritual."

"Well that's unfortunate since Elijah killed the last of their Elders." Nik mused unhelpfully, spreading his hands before he then turned around to me. "What about you? Could you do it?"

"First off, I'm not going to be the one to kill Davina in any version of this story, and second, I'm not part of the coven so no, it wouldn't work anyway." Rolling my eyes I pointedly started to walk away from them both, having endured about enough close contact with Nik as I could handle at the moment. "So you boys have fun working out how to keep Davina calm and how to find a new Elder. I'd recommend talking to Sophie." Striding on out of the room in order to go do…something. Anything to at least feel like I was helping, I heard Nik come after me.

"Ophelia wait, please. Can we not at least talk?" He requested but I just kept on walking until he then appeared in front of me, blocking my way. "How long will you remain angry with me, Ophelia? You cannot evade me forever."

"I can sure as hell try." Flicking him out of my way with a touch of magic, I shifted him out of my way but he persisted.

"Can we please talk about this?"

"Nope."

"Ophelia…I am sorry." This made me pause, considering for a moment that maybe hearing him out would be interesting at the very least. What excuses has he drummed up this time? What elaborate speech has he cooked up to try and beguile me with that charming eloquence of his in a bid to convince me that he actually felt something remotely similar to regret or remorse? I was just dying to know. "I admit that my actions concerning Davina and her young friend were extreme, I did not stop to consider the consequences."

"You poisoned two children because one of them played hooky for a day." I summed up for him, wanting to make sure he actually knew which transgression he was talking about. "You didn't think, you just naturally assumed that if Davina wasn't sitting perched in her golden cage like a good little bird, she was conspiring something against you. Did you even stop and think for one second that maybe she was just a sixteen year old girl who had finally learned that she no longer had anything to be afraid of, who wanted to go and get a touch of fresh air and enjoy a festival?" Nik at least had the good sense to look guilty, though whether he actually felt it or not was another question. "Do you ever think about any of your actions, Nik? Who are you going to hurt? Who will you make an enemy by going through with this? Who is most likely to suffer because of what you've done? Because it damn well isn't you who takes the fall."

"Ophelia…"

"No, you don't get to talk to me about being sorry. Just one day before all this, I genuinely thought you had made a breakthrough and then you go and do this. I shouldn't have even be surprised, really. You repeat the same cycle over and over again, because all you ever think about is your own, selfish self. What happens when the little one comes? Who will you think about first? Because any father who doesn't put their own child before everything else isn't even worth mentioning. I shouldn't have to stand here and lecture you on how you should be doing things, I shouldn't have to tell you that there are better ways of getting things done that don't require bloodshed. It's not my god damn place to try and save you from yourself, Nik, but I try and do it anyway, as hopeless as you make it seem."

"Then you are as great a fool as Elijah." He returned coldly, steeling himself against me as the both of us continued to face one another.

"Maybe. Maybe you really are a lost cause and I should just forget about any hope I might have had that I could at least help you somehow. I wanted to help you find happiness, and peace, I wanted you to finally be able to let go of the past and look forward to something better, but now I'm starting to think that you enjoy being what you are, and that you would sooner cut off your own arm than let go of your fear, your paranoia and your selfishness." Looking at him with overpowering disappointment and regret, I shook my head. "I can't…I can't let myself get any close to you, Nik. Not if you're going to be like this."

"Choice words coming from the girl who instigated intimacy not so long ago." Ugh, why did he have to make it sound so articulate and dated? It was just so infuriating I couldn't even put it into the words. "I don't seem to recall much hesitation on your part, even if I am a selfish, paranoid bastard."

"Oh get over yourself. So your mom had an affair and you suffered the consequences from her husband, and what? A thousand years is a long time to hold a grudge, especially considering you were the one to kill him in the end. There's only so many times you can play the pity card before it just gets old, Nik. No one cares about who your parents are anymore, this kind of day and age, people grow up knowing all kinds of fathers who aren't actually their blood because of a secret affair or two, nobody gives one damn!" With my emotions in overdrive, the flash of rage I felt drove me to punch a wall, which of course did not end well for me.

My hand exploded with pain and I instantly whipped it back, grabbing hold of it and gritting my teeth through the feeling of a bruised hand as well as a bruised ego. Klaus started towards me but I shot him a look, daring him to come closer and he smartly thought better of it. Once I could take a steady breath, I ran my good hand over the other with a ripple of light magic, healing it. "What I'm trying to say, Nik, is that you have yourself convinced that no one will ever love you because you're illegitimate and because you were unable to make your step-father show you any kind of affection. You need to stop trying to earn the approval of someone who is not only dead, but also the biggest asshole ever to exist in history. Seriously. You're better off without him. Even if he never loved you and you're convinced no one else will, you completely neglect the things about yourself that despite everything, make you a very loveable and wonderful example of a person. It's infuriating, sometimes I could just strangle you because you're so dense and blind and stupid." Feeling like I had barely even scratched the surface of everything I wanted to say, I decided, what was the point?

Unable to even look at him any longer, I turned away in order to go elsewhere away from him as he stood there, dumbfounded with the emotional onslaught I had just dumped on his shoulders. I left him behind in order to try and be useful to Davina, setting up spells and arrays to slow down the destabilising process of her magic as much as I was able in order to provide the others with as much time as possible, though time was still running out. As much as it pained me to admit it, it seemed our only choice now was to somehow complete the ritual.