I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina was shocked when they arrived at a house, it was a cabin really, tucked deep in the woods near a lake. Marcel sighed as he turned off the engine and got out of the car, he sped over to her side and helped her out before grabbing her things.

"House is in your name," he said as he handed her the key and they walked up the porch.

"You're welcome to come in," she said as she opened the door and stepped across the threshold. Marcel looked around warily but stepped in, he smirked then shut the door, flipping the lock.

"Give me a minute to cast a silencing spell," she said as she took her bag and started pulling out odds and ends needed for the spell. She set it up, whispered the chant at the kitchen island and sat down, with a sigh.

"D, the you from now, where is she?" he demanded as he whirled.

Davina groaned, three hours of relentless interrogation from Marcel and she had had enough, her resolve not to tell him about what her theories were was waning if only so she could get him off her back.

"I don't know," Davina admitted. "I feel like me, mentally at least, in terms of magic, I feel I'm more, and I think that's… little me," she explained. "Me from my time, I didn't have power like this. When I woke, I felt… more, events in my life had lessened my connection and my magic, having a soul shredded does that. But when I woke, I had my magic connected in full and more, and alive, I could feel the world again, I wasn't overwhelmed or scared like I was when I was sixteen. I woke up and I could feel the Harvest within me, feel that power, could feel Monique, Cassie and Abigail within me, their power, Air, Earth, Water, it's all there with my Fire. It feels like my power still, just swirling together like a hurricane this time, it's not drowning me this time because I'm aware of how to control myself."

"D…" he started.

"The Harvest will have to be completed," Davina cut him off. He opened his mouth and she continued. "It has to, the power isn't mine. I will die, Marcel, one way or another. Which leads me to my two theories, but neither are a guarantee," she admitted as she looked at her hands.

"What!?" He sputtered. "No, I'm not, no, D, you or kid you, I'm not letting you die."

"I have to," she stated as she lifted her head up and held it high. "This power within me, it isn't mine, it is Monique's and Cassie's and Abigail's. I will die, to complete the Harvest, and I have to die or this power within me, it will consume me, I will be a biblical plague, Marcel, I will destroy cities, probably more if I don't die for the Harvest."

"No," he shook his head furiously. "I did not save this little girl just for her to die!"

"I will though, either by being killed by my power or by the Harvest itself, that is inevitable. When I die, I do come back, if I set this all up so no one can highjack the Harvest, Davina will come back. Either me, as I am right this minute, adult and all, or that little girl you saved earlier this week."

"So, it's either you from now or the you from the Harvest?" he whispered in horror.

"I can't guarantee which it'll be," she admitted as she wiped her eyes. "But it's okay," she smiled earnestly. "Me, future me, the one sitting here right this minute, if this is all I had, then I've had an awful lot."

"D…" he started.

"I'm thirty-four, Marcel," she whispered. "I fell in love, I fought wars, I moved mountains, I defied death, I had a family, a husband, a dad, a best friend, I went on adventures, and found life outside those covens."

"You… you were married," he sputtered.

"Yeah, I was, and don't get too excited, you hate him," she laughed as she brought a knee up and hugged it. "See, I lived, Marcel. So, if at the Harvest it's not this me who comes back, you're going to need to be there for the sixteen-year-old me who's going to be very scared, confused and lost."

"Did you have kids?" he asked.

"Not for a lack of trying. It just… wasn't in the cards for us," she whispered honestly. It had been a sore point for them, her especially, four miscarriages had broken her heart. It didn't matter that they had and loved Hope and Nik as if they were their own, Davina remembered each loss and it broke her heart. Adoption wasn't an option either, not with her noticeably aging and her husband not looking a day over twenty, people tended to be suspicious of that. And Kol made sure to fill her life with joy and happiness, he even settled down a little for her. "I was alright with dying before I woke up in my sixteen-year-old body, I was dying then, and I'm still alright with death," she admitted.

"So, all this, what is this?" Marcel demanded.

"I'm on a warpath, I'm going to stop Esther, and Dahlia, if I'm lucky I'll keep kid me from being sacrificed by Freya, that would be awesome too," she muttered. "And now there's Silas on that list because God knows he Can Not be loose, if he is real, and I don't doubt his realness given everything I've seen and done, and if he has Kol this agitated he has to be real. I also need to seal off Mikael, if he's sealed, he can't come back to life, and can be used to stop Dahlia. I also need to unlink you and Josh from Klaus, and… that's as far as I've gotten admittedly."

"What about your husband?"

"What about him?" Davina asked.

"Who is the unlucky bastard I thought was worthy of you?" he asked. "I need to go kill him before hand."

"Oh, trust me, I'm not stupid enough to ever tell you that," she giggled. "That information might actually kill you," she laughed. Whether by shock or death by his attempts on killing Kol which would annoy Kol ultimately; and Kol would retaliate.

"I can take it!" he promised.

"Oh no! You can't, and you'll never get it out of me, ever," she promised with a larger laugh.

"It can't be worse than me discovering future you was best friends with Kol," Marcel grumbled. She squealed as she fell off her stool, laughing harder now that she was collapsed on the floor, and winded.

"Davina!?" Marcel raced over.

"I'm okay," she wheezed. The laughter waned and she wiped the tears from her eyes as she let him hoist her up.

"D," he started.

"No matter what, Marcel, I'm going to need you, but I need you to trust me," she said as she stood there. "I know what I'm doing," she assured him.

"This is insanity, D," he warned her.

"No doubt," she agreed. "But trust me," she smiled. "I'm a New Orleans Witch," she pointed out. "I learned from the best on how to wage a war," she mused honestly. Between her husband, her in-laws and Marcel, she was a queen at war when provoked.

Marcel sighed and yanked her into him, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "This guy you married; did he love you?" he asked in her hair.

"More than life itself," she admitted softly. "Marcel? I know you won't like him, but… he makes me smile. And he'd go to hell and back for me, he'd never hurt me intentionally, and he never would leave me, even at my worst he never left."

"Sounds like a hell of a guy, actually worthy," Marcel acknowledged reluctantly.

"No, you hate him," she snorted. "I need to go, I have a witch to teach to reconnect with the spirits and nature, you have a house to set up and a city to run, I'll be back before the witching hour!" she called out as she grabbed her jacket and jogged out of the house.

"You better answer that phone when I call!" he shouted after her.

"Yes dad!" she called back. "Oh, I might also have a friend coming to live with us," she said as she stopped at the steps.

"What!?"

"Not a Mikaelson, a wolf, I'll explain later!" she shouted at the house as she ran. She jogged to the road and looked around before feeling the world to find where Bonnie was.

Marcel watched Davina run into the forest with ease and sighed. There was a small rustle in the air, and he felt her before he saw her. He turned to look at Rebekah who was staring at him with wide eyes.

"So, you're playing house with a little brunette witch!?" she hissed.

"No," he answered bluntly and turned to walk back into the house, shutting the door on Rebekah as he grabbed Davina's bags and took them up to the room. He was still hurt that she had never been bothered to come looking for him. Daggered or not, he didn't care, he had lived with an eternal torment thinking he had gotten her killed in their quest to escape Klaus, and here she was with Klaus!

Marcel wanted to hate her, he was still pissed and grieving her loss and she was here, alive, and well, and with Klaus, whom she vowed she loathed as much as he had.

"You can't shut me out!" she shouted through the door.

He didn't answer her as he dropped Davina's bag on her bed. He was happy now he had bought a fully furnished cabin rather than an empty house. Pulling out Davina's things he was surprised she had his quilt and pillow still, the clothes were definitely not winter clothes, he'd have to fix that. She'd need a heavier jacket, he would offer her a few of his hoodies until they went and got her proper clothes. She had the flats she had been wearing from the harvest, and her white dress balled up. He put her things away and put her brush and toothbrush in her room before he went about unpacking his own clothes.

He took a few hoodies and dropped them off on her bed, along with her new cellphone charger. He should probably buy her an otterbox or something, she seemed to be running on all cylinders, and would likely break the phone unintentionally.

Finishing with unpacking, he jogged down to the kitchen, he'd have to stock up on blood for himself, but he wouldn't feed here until he knew the lay of the land. He'd probably have to go out of his way to steal some blood. It was quiet which had him hoping Rebekah was gone, opening his front door he saw her sitting in a rocking chair glaring at him, and he frowned.

"I don't want to talk to you," he stated.

"Well, I want to talk to you!" she snapped surging to her feet.

"About what!?" he demanded.

"I thought you were dead," she whispered.

"But you never bothered to check," he pointed out bitterly. "I at least looked, through the ruins and wreckage, I turned over ever rock and tinder, I tore it all up looking for you, thinking the absolute worse," he spat out.

"I…"

"We have nothing to discuss," he stated firmly. "You made your choices."

"And you know it's not that simple!"

"I don't care," he said pointedly. "I'm just here for my kid who thinks she should be here."

"Your kid?" Rebekah sneered.

"My kid."

"I didn't take you as the paternal type," she hissed.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Bekah," he pointed out. "Now leave, you're ruining the scenery."

She looked livid and furious, but he knew she was gone because he had hurt her. Bekah didn't like pain; she ran from it entirely because she didn't like her heart being battered. Alone he sighed as he leaned on the door and resisted screaming in agony, he had already wept over his lost love enough for one lifetime, he was just finally moving forward with his life, and had Cami to think of.

Bonnie looked up as she sat on the stoop of the abandoned house with Caroline and Elena waiting for Davina. Davina came jogging up to them and shivered a bit.

"Sorry about that," she chattered.

"Matt said you were with a new guy," Caroline piped up.

"My dad," she admitted.

"What'd you do to Damon!" Elena snapped as she surged towards Davina.

Bonnie couldn't even yelp or react before Elena was slammed into the ground with a hit that sounded of thunder and Kol appeared with his boot on her friend's throat.

"Hello darling, sorry I'm late," Kol said to Davina as he straightened his coat.

"Davina! Are you alright!?" Caroline demanded as she jogged over to the witch who was wiping off her jeans.

"I'm fine. And while I have you, please put your number in here," Davina shoved a phone at Kol who looked confused before stepping off of Elena. "And I removed a particularly nasty compulsion off of Damon, that's it, and yes, before you ask, it hurts, a lot." Davina directed her attention to Elena.

"You removed a compulsion!?" Caroline gaped.

"It's not hard," Davina admitted. "It just hurts them, a lot."

"I didn't even know that was possible," Bonnie admitted.

"Well, there's a lot to be learned, and can I have your number, this way I can stop running around like a headless chicken trying to guess where you are," Davina explained as she grabbed her phone from Kol and handed it to Bonnie.

Bonnie noted that there were only two contacts and smirked seeing she got to be number three. Davina took it and handed it to Caroline who grinned and bounced excitedly.

"Come on, I want to test your connection to nature," Davina said as she walked with Bonnie into the house, leaving the phone in Caroline's care.

"I can feel it again!" Bonnie said eagerly.

"What's your natural element," Davina asked looking at Bonnie as they reached the crypt.

"My natural element?"

"Every witch has an element they are more connected with than others, for me that is fire," she admitted as she lifted her hand and let her fingers come to life with flames. "My friend Monique was more attuned to earth."

"Um… I don't know, but I guess… I guess air, I' always felt it was easier to move air," Bonnie admitted.

"Good, that's where we'll start." Davina decided as she walked over to a battered table and grabbed some of the candles, setting them up she picked up some of Bonnie's stones and started making a circle.

"What are we doing?"

"You are going to learn to tap into Ancestral power," she said. "That's easiest when we start with your basic elements. You said you connect easiest with air, so we'll start with air," Davina said as she lifted a feather from her coat pocket. "I want you to feel the spirits around you and to listen to them, then focus on the feather. Ancestors are reaching for you, feel them, let them in, channel them," she explained.

"Are you sure…?" Bonnie asked. "What if I accidently use Expression?"

"You know what your magic feels like, and you know what Expression feels like, lean away from Expression and reach for nature," she explained.

"I could hurt you though," Bonnie said.

"Well, I could go get Kol and he could teach this if your concerned about killing me, he's pretty unkillable," Davina huffed.

"Um… no," Bonnie shook her head. "I don't want Kol here."

"Fair enough, now focus, trust yourself," she encouraged. "Clear your mind, and feel the air, listen to the Ancestors."

"How'd you meet Davina!?" Caroline asked Kol who was quietly watching the house.

"What do you want?" he turned on her, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Just making conversation," she chirped earnestly.

"You had to pick a chipper one," Kol called out and Klaus seemed to materialize from the forest. Klaus startled Caroline, she hadn't even sensed Klaus.

"I didn't choose anything," Klaus stated calmly, his hands clasped behind his back as he strolled casual. Caroline tensed, she was the only one out here, Elena having run off when Kol had let her up, and now she was here with two Originals, she stood no chance if she was in danger.

"What are you doing here Klaus?" Kol asked warily. Caroline looked between the wild unpredictable Original and the diabolical one who smiled rather murderously.

"I'm out for an evening stroll," he answered.

Kol didn't respond to that and watched as Klaus walked towards the house. Caroline tensed, but then remembered she couldn't enter the shelter anymore.

"I think I'll check on the witches," he said ominously. Kol shrugged and held out his hand as a 'go ahead' sort of gesture.

The moment Klaus made his way to the entry he was thrown violently through the air and off the porch to be sent crashing into a tree. Kol smirked smugly and Caroline darted over to check on Klaus.

"Little perk of Ancestral Magic, sacred grounds where the Ancestors are," Kol stated in a faux casualty that belied something Caroline didn't know about Kol. "No one can enter unless invited in by the practicing witch. And you're not invited!"

"Are you alright!?" Caroline asked nervously as Klaus got to his feet, glaring murderously at his younger brother, Kol smiled crookedly while leaning on a post.

"And let me guess, you were welcomed," Klaus sneered.

"Nope," Kol cackled impishly. "I just knew you couldn't resist trying something on the new witch."

"You don't actually believe her drivel about when she's from, or why she's here!"

"Haven't decided," Kol stated smugly. "But one thing's for sure, she'll give you a hell of a headache."

Klaus shrugged her off before storming off and she glared at Kol who wave her off.

Looking after Klaus and then Kol she sighed as she zipped over to Kol and shoved Davina's phone in his hand before running after Klaus.

"Klaus!" she called out. "Are you alright!?" she demanded catching up to him.

"Fine, no witch can hurt me, sweetheart. Just forgot about the pesky sacred grounds," he snarled.

"You don't like witches?" she questioned.

"Young or old, dead or alive, witches are a pain in the arse," he stated furiously.

She snorted as she continued following him. She couldn't disagree, Bonnie's magic was something of an unpredictable power surge at times.