One week later

Roman was standing at the kitchen sink of the beach house, His hands braced on the edge,he was lost in thought. As the days rolled

on Roman was getting less and less sleep, he found himself just roaming through the house most of the time, burying himself in

anything that might even remotely help him escape his own head. Truth be told with each passing moment Roman was getting more

and more worried, hell he would even say that he was getting scared. Fear was not an emotion Roman was very familiar with,

considering what he was, he did not have much to be afraid of in the world. Unfortunately for Roman however Klaus Mikaelson was

one of the few things in the world that he could not take. Roman could admit that Klaus was much stronger and much badder than he

was and sadly Klaus wasn't even the only problem. Roman knew from the day that Klaus had killed Damon that Klaus had witches on

his side, powerful ones, he figured that was how Klaus had managed to find him in the first place and Roman had personal experience

with the pain that witches could inflict, so they were one of the few creatures to avoid crossing negatively if he could. Speaking of

witches, Bonnie and Stefan were still nowhere to be found at this point and Roman could feel in his gut, in his bones that with each

passing second Klaus was closer and closer the breaking through the cloaking spell the house was under, the thought of that filled

Roman with dread, because he knew that he had no magic, no other means of protecting himself other than his own two fists and at

this point that was the worst game plan to have, so it was starting to really settle in that if or sadly...when Klaus found him, Roman

was screwed, because everything that he knew in the world could hurt him was coming right for his head. Roman was falling deeper

and deeper into despair, but truth be told it wasn't even for himself that he was most concerned for, he had a brother, a sister in law

and a Girl who was now sleeping on his couch that he had dragged into the middle of his battle, not to mention Damon who was the

become casualty because Roman had decided to take revenge against Klaus over a hundred years ago, so good lord, Roman had no

idea what he would do if Klaus got his hands on anyone else he cared about. Roman pushed himself up off the counter with a

frustrated sigh, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, he began breathing in slow calming breaths.

'Okay stop, stop thinking before you drive yourself crazy'.

Roman was pulled out of his thoughts when her started to hear sounds coming from the living room, he turned and walked in a bit

cautiously, his expression went from weary to concerns when he neared the back of the couch and found the the sounds were coming

from Elena, whom had fallen asleep there earlier, she was squirming around a bit, making very fussing sounds. Roman was not sure

what exactly was wrong,if she was having a nightmare or was just a bit restless, but he was sure that she was not in a very content

state. Roman thought briefly about waking her, but he got an idea, one he thought might help both of them. Roman wandered over to

the part of the couch where Elena rested her head, he was slow and quiet, careful not to wake her. Roman laid his hand on top of her

head and closed his eyes, clearing his mind.

Elena's eyes snapped open, she looked around confused, all of the sudden she was in a place she didn't recognize, it looked to be a

small village in the middle of the woods. Elena looked around, she saw various men and women, doing different things, from the

clothes it looked to be the 1800s.

Elena shook her head slightly, "Where?".

"It's a memory of mine". Elena jumped and turned toward the voice. Roman looked at her a little guilty , but also amused.

Elena was a bit annoyed, "Why do you keep doing that?".

Roman seemed to have a bad habit of sneaking up behind her and it was starting to get on her nerves, he shrugged, "Sorry, not my intention".

Elena's face softened, she decided to get back to the original subject, "A memory", her expression to wonder, "Are you in my head right now?".

Roman's face fell a bit, he hoped that she wouldn't get mad at him for it, "Yeah… you were making weird sounds in your sleep and it seemed like something was bothering you, so I just thought I would try to ease whatever it was".

Elena nodded, truth be told she couldn't be angry at him, especially with the reasoning he had, but the problem was, she couldn't

remember what she might have been dreaming about that caused her to start making a fuss, but for now she decided to let it go.

Elena looked to meet Roman gaze, "um...thank you, that's considerate of you, but why did you bring me here?".

Elena saw Roman's give a nice wide smile, it was the first time she could recall him smiling like that, she liked seeing him smile.

"Well", Roman moved to stand next to Elena, "I was kind of having a self pity party and it dawned on me that all I've really shared with you are sad parts of my life, so I thought maybe to lighten myself up and you , that I should show you my happiest memories. You see this", Roman pointed out toward the village, "Is the place I told you about a while back where I found my mom after the first night she turned, the guy I mentioned...Elias was an alpha werewolf who took us in, all these people were my pack, just one big family, but this is the best part".

Roman gazed in a certain direction, Elena's gaze followed his. In front of her Elena saw a beautiful little boy, maybe three or four

years old, he was running away from something, but not in fear, he was smiling and laughing. In fact his smile matched Roman's, the

little boy hid behind one of the various tents in the village, looking around him for whoever he had been running from, just then a

lady who had been walking by, caught him hiding and smiled down at him.

"Is your father chasing you again?".

The little boy grinned up at her and nodded, she shook her head in amusement and walked away. Elena's gaze turned to the side of

the tent, she saw a man creeping up slowly, when he turned she saw his face, she recognized him as Roman, but he looked different,

his hair was long and he was clean shaven and of course his attire was fit for the time, she saw Roman settle on the corner of the

tent, he peaked around at the little boy, ready to pounce, and he had no clue Roman was even there. A moment later Roman rushed

him and gathered the little boy into his arms.

"GOT AH!".

As the little boy began giggling, Roman spun him around and set him on the ground and began tickling him, while they both just
laughed and laughed.

Elena peered up at Roman, she was awestruck, "That's your son!".

Roman nodded, "Zachariah!".

Elena saw a light in Roman's eyes, a spark of complete delight as he watched the scene. Elena turned her head back and watched as

Roman played with his son, she smiled as she felt her heart just completely melt and as if just by instinct she reached down and took

Roman's hand in hers, entwining the fingers together.