I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina walked into the cabin completely exhausted, Marcel and Hayley were preparing dinner when she entered, and both looked at her with dual looks of disbelief.

"I can't possibly look that bad," she sighed.

"What are you wearing D?" Marcel demanded.

"Oh, Kol's shirt," she admitted as she looked down to see what she was actually wearing now. It was just an oversized shirt, her husband's clothes always seemed to be hanging off her shoulder; their size difference was something of an amusement to her husband. "And Rebekah's sweats, I think," she said as she observed the sweats.

"That explains why they say, 'Bite Me' on the ass," Hayley muttered.

"They do not!" she gasped in horror, as she twisted around desperately to see and groaned seeing they said just that.

"Go change, D," Marcel ordered.

"With pleasure," she grumbled as she walked up the stairs and made her way to her room. She found her warmest leggings, shucking off the pants she left on Kol's shirt as she changed. Glancing up in the mirror she gasped as she jumped, tripping hard over her bed and mirror shattering as she peered over the bed. The shadowy figure loomed with glowing red eyes.

"Who are you?" the shadow breathed before he reached for her. The consuming darkness, it rooted her where she was as it seemed to suffocate her. The lingering scent of Kol on the shirt she wore though tore her from the fear as she ran for the safest place she knew; Kol.

She grabbed her phone then and dialed Kol's number as she hugged her knees to her chest.

"You can't miss me already, I just dropped you off."

"Kol?" she breathed.

"What is it, Davina?" all teasing was gone from his voice, and he sounded seriously.

"There's something in my mirror," she whispered.

"Hang on, I'm turning around," he said. "Go to Marcel and Hayley," he ordered.

Davina peeked over her bed at the broken mirror where the distorted shadow was coming towards her. Adrenaline shot through her as everything primal in her and her magic screamed, she was in danger, before she ran out of her room. A squeal tore through as she tripped on the rug and went tumbling down the stair.

"D!" Marcel bellowed as she slammed into the ground hard. She groaned as Hayley appeared with her dad looming over her.

"Shit," Hayley muttered.

"D, where are you hurt?" Marcel demanded as his hands traced her ribs and felt over her spine.

"Davina!" Kol roared as came into the cabin, fangs bared and eyes looking around for a threat.

"What the hell man!?" Marcel barked.

"Guys!" Hayley snapped.

"Ow," she moaned lowly as hands were resting on her temples.

"Where is the threat?" Kol asked.

"She just came running out of her room and tripped!" Marcel snapped.

"She said someone was in her mirror!" Kol stated.

Both Marcel and Kol were running up the stairs while Hayley was lifting her and taking her to the couch. Davina's whole body was throbbing in pain now, and she could actually feel her lungs working to hate her as she was stretched out on the couch with her head on Hayley's lap.

"What happened?" Hayley asked her with that soothing tone she'd use for Hope when Hope was upset. It was a tone Davina had always envied because her mother had never been kind or soothing like this.

"Something… Something, in mirror," she gasped as she worked on breathing again. "Looking at me!" she gasped.

"Whatever it was, it's not there," Marcel said.

"I don't scent anything either," Kol said as he appeared.

"It was there," she said firmly.

"I believe you D." Marcel replied with a fierce conviction that she remembered what it was like to be his child, to have him completely on her side and it had tears welling up in her eyes. "But whatever it was, it's not there now," he said.

"Could it be from your time?" Kol asked her.

"Huh?"

"No, could it, whatever it was, have come back with you?" Hayley asked as she slid her fingers through Davina's hair.

"You mentioned seeing spirits," Kol said softly.

"That wasn't one of the spirits," she whispered. "It was so dark and… and evil, I could feel it's evil, even within the mirror," she whimpered as she turned to hide against Hayley's side then.

"Wait, what spirits?" Marcel demanded.

"Other girls, from, you know," Davina whispered.

Marcel looked confused before his eyes widened in understanding. "Them?"

"And other victims, from my time," she murmured. "They're… they're who I'm seeing, they're the spirits I saw in the mirror earlier."

"Victims?" Kol asked. "What the bloody hell happened to you Davina Claire?" Kol demanded. Hayley curled around her and Davina hid further into Hayley's side then.

"A lot," she answered.

"D," Marcel touched her hair, moving it aside. "Can I tell him? Not everything but about… about how we met?" Marcel asked.

She shook her head furiously.

"D, please, you sought him out for his witchy mind, he might know something about this," he said softly.

"No, he'll try to stop it," she mumbled.

"Stop what?" Kol demanded with exasperation.

Davina sensed there was a silent conversation happening between Marcel, Hayley and Kol then and she didn't want to watch it unfold as she hid against Hayley's stomach.

"D, I won't tell him anything about later, but I should tell him about how we met, perhaps whatever was in the mirror had something to do with that," Marcel countered levelly.

"Davina," Kol started.

"Could it be exhaustion?" Hayley interrupted. "You've been going nonstop for the last few days whether you're studying or performing magic, could this be a byproduct of running on fumes? Time travel finally catching up with you?"

"Maybe," Davina muttered.

"D," Marcel started. "I think he should know, because this could be other you's reactions."

She shook her head, not looking away from where she hid. If she saw Kol then she'd break and tell him exactly what she had survived, and Kol, being Kol would have a violent reaction.

"The younger you, the one who should be here but isn't because of time traveling soul problems?" Kol asked.

"That'd be the one," Marcel answered.

"Davina," Kol's voice was gentle as his fingers slipped through her hair and forced her to see him. "What spirits are you seeing? Precisely and how are they different from the thing in the mirror?"

"Three dead girls in my coven who's power I'm channeling is who I'm seeing. Though… I did see the other four from my time… and a boy, but I've never seen the boy before," she muttered. "And they aren't evil, that thing was evil!" she whispered as she hid against Hayley again.

"These dead girls, the three from this time, they're the ones you're channeling?" he asked.

She nodded.

"What about the ones from your time?"

"There's four of them, and it's complicated," she muttered.

"Complicated how?"

"Cause I was dead," she answered.

"Because you were dying?" he asked gently.

She shook her head violently; Hayley's arm was draped over her then. "I was dead! They were victims to a ritual, and the Ancestors weren't letting them come in or go back, and Vince… he was begging," she sobbed. "He was pleading, and I couldn't let them stay there, they were kids, babies! And she would destroy them if I didn't help Vincent!"

"Bloody hell," Kol muttered as she burst into tears. She could remember the desperation of Vincent and Elijah to get the girls back after Elijah had slaughtered them, and she could remember the girls' fear as Inadu tried to consume their powers, and she remembered the tattered fragments of her soul barely being enough to protect and return the girls. Inadu had eviscerated her soul beyond repair, what damage Van and Kara had done was minimal compared to Inadu. Just remembering the agony of the attacks had her sobbing.

"Davina," Marcel muttered.

"I went against the Ancestors, I accepted them and returned them," she whimpered. "Jessica, Amy, Stephanie, Anna Marie, they were babies, they were children, they shouldn't have been involved, but they were, and the Ancestors were so cruel to them, I accepted them, I returned them… I'm seeing them, and I'm seeing my friends, and I shouldn't! I'm seeing spirits who aren't dead yet," she sobbed. "And I see my friends, and that thing in the mirror is not them!"

"It's alright, it's alright, Davina, breath," Marcel said softly and now she noticed the trembling house.

"So, you're seeing the dead from your time, and this time?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Not surprising, confusing but not surprising," he muttered. "The thing in the mirror, when did you first see it?"

"In Shane's mind, I think. I thought… I thought it was a memory, but then it was in my mirror today," she whispered as she trembled. Hayley rubbed her back then.

"Bloody hell," Kol muttered as he stood to pace.

"What is?" Marcel asked.

"I think it's Silas," Kol admitted. "Shane was insane, but he had contact with Silas, it's how he knew where the tomb was, it's why he started Expression, it's possible that Silas had a hold over him."

"Silas couldn't, could he?" she whispered in terror. The last thing she wanted was Silas getting a hold over her.

"It's possible, it's also possible that's why Shane couldn't be compelled, no mind technique can fully shield the mind like that, not when the compulsion is strong. Davina is already channeling extra power, and when she entered Shane's mind to extract the information it is possible that she brushed against Silas's… essence, and now this is happening," Kol explained.

"You guys interrogated Shane a few days ago, why would it happen now?" Hayley asked.

"Because she just used a vast supply of her magic undoing a powerful curse, she's also probably exhausted from that, and in a vulnerable state, mentally, emotionally, and magically," Kol stated levelly. "If I were to attack another witch psychically, now is a prime time to do it, she's stripped of her normal defenses and exposed."

"Well, what do we do about Silas?"

"Find him, track him, kill him," Kol answered. "We kill Silas, this will be solved, or mostly solved. Once he's on the Other Side he can't do damage. In theory, on occasion a powerful witch or supernatural can cause havoc but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. However, if we remove him from this plane of existence then he can't touch Davina. This isn't to say he won't have an influence here, some of the more powerful supernatural can retain power to influence the living."

"Like your mother," Davina muttered.

"Like my mother," he agreed.

"What if we can't kill him?" Marcel asked.

"We're going to have to. If Silas is reaching for Davina's mind then we're going to have problems."

"Like what?" Marcel asked as his fingers carded through her hair.

"Davina is a powerful witch. No two ways about that, channeling extra power and time magic as well as her displayed level on control, she's powerful, if Silas wants a connection and to manipulate her, she'll be in trouble," Kol replied. "At which point we'll either have to eliminate her, or eliminate Silas; I prefer killing Silas as I happen to like her."

"How do we keep him out?" Hayley asked.

"I don't know," he admitted. "There's a few spells I could think she could do, but they require massive power reserves and at this moment, she looks ready to collapse."

"What's the other option?" Marcel demanded.

"We stay close to her, keep an eye on her, I could get the chains to neutralize her magic, but then she'll be vulnerable to Silas' will entirely if he's already reaching for her. Best thing for her would be a proper night's rest and a dreamless sleep, one Silas cannot access."

"You mean… dream manipulation?" Davina muttered as she peered at Kol again.

"Yes," he answered. "It'd be the best way to keep Silas out. If the dream is in control of someone else, then in theory he cannot enter it at will because your mind is already occupied. But it's tricky business holding a dream all night so you can sleep."

"Can you do it?" Marcel asked reluctantly.

"Me!?" Kol sputtered.

"He can," Davina muttered. "He's done it before."

"I have!? When!?" he demanded. "I don't like entering people's minds like that Davina, when would I have…!"

"When I was in the hospital and wouldn't take morphine," she answered. Thinking of her last miscarriage.

"I hate you using the future against me," he muttered sourly, pulling a face to look like a petulant child.

"Can you do it? My dream control is shit," Marcel admitted.

"I can do it, I just don't like doing it," Kol stressed.

"I trust you," she mumbled against Hayley's side.

"Bugger," Kol muttered. "Get her in a bed, I'll go get a change of clothes."

"What? Why?"

"Because it's an all-night event and I don't fancy lounging about in jeans!" Kol snapped as he stalked out of the cabin.

"Fuck," Marcel muttered. "D, of all the Mikaelsons you had to befriend, you picked Kol!?"

Davina giggled weakly as she peered at him. "I didn't pick him, he picked me."

"That doesn't make me feel better about this," Marcel grumbled. "How are you feeling after that tumble?"

"Like I fell down the stairs," she admitted.

"That'll do it," Hayley snorted. "And being so caffeinated you're about to bounce through the roof could also do it."

"I'm not that caffeinated."

"You are," Hayley snorted. "I've barely known you a week and I can see you a coffee addict."

"After I finish my list you can stage an intervention," Davina muttered.

"Or I'll just get you a bunch of coffee shop gift cards when this is over as a thank you for not letting the world as we know it implode?" Hayley mused.

"I'm trying," she muttered.

"We know D, but you need to slow down. Only last week you were… you know," Marcel admitted.

"Dying at the hands of an unknown monster and waking up in my teenage body after she experienced a different near-death experience?" she asked.

"Exactly."

"Near-death experiences are normal for me," she muttered.

"They shouldn't be," he countered.

"They are," she shrugged.

Kol walked back into Davina's cabin to see her halfway to sleep against Hayley and Marcel standing guard over her.

"You sure you can do this?" Marcel asked.

"I can," he sighed as he came over and gingerly lifted the half-conscious girl. Davina grumbled as she shifted against his shoulder.

"You two can have my room, I'll stay with you," Hayley said softly.

He nodded as he followed the wolf to her room. Hayley turned down the bed, crawled in as he set Davina down and then stretched out beside her. Kol was careful on how to touch Davina, she was so tiny he was actually concerned he could hurt her, and once he was certain she was comfortable and wouldn't be breaking his hold he relaxed a little. The focus for manipulating dreams was easy for him, but he didn't like it; it felt opposite how it felt when he had been a witch; unnatural. Davina's mind was open to him, which he took to swiftly, searching for a peaceful, safe area for her mind to rest.

After about an hour Davina was completely still and sprawled over him, and Hayley was sleeping soundly in the bed with her hand holding Davina's.

Marcel appeared then.

"Not sleeping?" Marcel asked.

"No," he answered.

"Do you really think she saw something in her mirror or she's just exhausted?" Marcel questioned softly as he traced Davina's temple. Davina nuzzled into Kol's chest a little more to escape the sensation.

"Yes, she saw something," he answered. Davina was not the sort prone to hysterics; the woman was annoyingly collected and composed.

"You don't think it's something that came back with her, do you?" Marcel sighed tiredly.

"No," he admitted as he looked at the women in the bed. "Davina is an extraordinarily powerful witch. Something Silas needs."

"How do you figure?"

"That Atticus Shane fellow came to teach the Bennett girl Expression," Kol said. "Expression, aside from being an abomination to Magic, is difficult and makes even the weakest of witches powerful. But it was not taught to a weak witch, it was taught to a Bennett. This tells me Silas needs a powerful witch. Davina severed that connection why taking over the Bennett witch's training, providing her a link with nature and the spirits again by consecrating the dead witches of the area, which would sever Bennett's need for Expression. Davina is not grounded by her ancestors and has admitted to channeling great power. My guess, Silas was in control of Shane's mind, which is why Shane could not be compelled, and when he felt Davina in Shane's mine he reached for her magic.

"Davina's presence, magically, is akin to a demigod in her current state, never have I encountered a witch as powerful as she, even if she's currently channeling more power than she should. Witches of Davina's caliber… they're rare, Marcel, and dangerous, in my age witches like her, they were mistaken for gods."

"So Silas is now coming after her," Marcel murmured.

"I would wager good money on it," Kol admitted.

"What are we going to do about it?"

"Kill him," Kol answered. "Kill him, seal his soul, and dispose of the body, burning it to ash and scattering it where no one will find it would be preferred, but we'll see how it goes when we get to Silas."

"You think you can kill him?" Marcel asked.

"Failure means the end of the world," Kol murmured. "Failure is not an option."

"I still don't like you," Marcel stated.

"I hate your guts as well," Kol remarked tiredly.

"I'm only tolerating you because D loves you for some reason I can't fathom, so if you hurt her, I will stake you," Marcel warned.

"Davina is not stupid enough to love me, Marcel, but I won't hurt her," Kol promised as he shut his eyes and let himself rest a bit.