I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Bonnie watched as the Davina's talked together and saw the older one smiling encouragingly as the younger her asked questions or talked to one of the other spirits around them. It was a long while after that the younger one walked over to her, and she was struck by how young Davina actually looked and was. She still had the air of elegance, and this confidence that Bonnie envied.

"Um," she bit her lip nervously as she rung her hands. "I… Big me, she said to talk to you, about… about Expression, and offer to teach you."

"You can teach me?" Bonnie raised a brow.

The look on young Davina's face went from hesitant and uncertain to flat, dangerous as she raised a brow. "I at least know enough about magic not to use Expression. Besides I'm the best, and big me is still going to teach you, but she and I are sharing a body so I might have to teach you."

"I'm sorry," Bonnie said. "I didn't mean any offense, it's just, you're so young."

"I just turned sixteen."

"When?" she asked.

"January thirtieth."

"Two weeks ago? Christ, you're a baby!"

"I'm not a baby!" she snapped.

"I'm sorry," Bonnie said. "I meant you're a basically a baby, you shouldn't have been sacrificed."

"It's okay, Big Me… she, she shared what will happen, and… it's okay," the younger her said carefully. "I don't want to die, I'm not ready to die."

Bonnie reacted as she reached out and hugged the younger girl. "Of course, you can teach me magic."

"Also, can you give me a ride home? Big me and I sorted out the body thing. I need to talk to Marcel," she sniffled.

"Yeah, I'll take you home." Bonnie was surprised to see the older version of Davina smile and nod before she felt the release of Davina's spell and magic. She gasped as she opened her eyes and looked at Davina who was looking around curiously.

"This isn't a crypt…" Davina said.

"No, it's… it's an abandoned house where a hundred witches died. Davina, big you, helped me dig them up and consecrate them so I could connect with nature again."

"Smart," she nodded as she stood.

"Really?"

"Yes, Expression is disconnecting from the world, fastest way to reconnect is to connect with your roots, which is the ancestors," Davina muttered as she shivered and hugged herself.

"Yeah, let's get you out of here," Bonnie said. She remembered what the other Davina had mentioned about the sacrifice.

"Oh, Big Me said you can't… you can't tell Kol?... about the Harvest. Why can't I tell Kol though and who is he? Why is Big Me telling me not to tell him things?" Davina asked as they walked through the house.

"Kol is… he's fond of you, Big You and probably little you," Bonnie said uncertainly. She didn't know how Kol would react to Little Davina. Big Davina was all confidence and experience, but this young girl radiated the innocence she appeared, as well as anger and a lethal edge, but mostly there was an innocence and naïveté about her which seemed to radiate around her right now.

"Why?" Davina asked.

"We'll ask him when we get you home," Bonnie decided.

"Big Me said you're good people," little Davina stated as she looked at her. "Good people would tell me about Kol."

"Kol is… complicated, but he seems fond of You which makes it dangerous for just about anyone who isn't You," Bonnie answered as they got in the car. "He just killed a long-time problem for kidnapping Big You, he abducted me from school to find Big You, and he's expressed general liking for Your company, to what degree I don't know. He's dangerous and he likes Big You."

"Oh. How'd I meet him?"

"I honestly have no idea. Big you just appeared in town one day and the next thing I knew she was running with Kol Mikaelson and getting me off Expression and making plans to kill Silas, save a friend, unravel a compulsion, and in general just upturn our lives."

"Huh, not gonna lie, sounds like something I'd do," Davina admitted.

"Is that so?"

"I'm a rebel!" the young girl preened proudly.

Bonnie laughed.

"Where am I?"

"You don't know?"

"I wouldn't ask if I knew."

"Mystic Falls, Virginia," Bonnie answered.

"Virginia?"

"Yes."

"Furthest I've ever been is Baton Rouge," Davina murmured with awe and disbelief as she stared out the window.

"Really?"

"Yes, mother didn't want me to leave the ancestors, ever, she worried that something would happen." Davina muttered darkly as she glared at the thought.

"I've never really left Mystic Falls," Bonnie offered. "My grandmother didn't think I could handle the outside world."

"Must be a witch thing," Davina muttered.

"Or overprotective family thing."

"Do you… do you like me?" Davina asked her carefully.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you being nice to me," Davina stated. "Is it because of Big Me?"

"No, and I like you, Davina," Bonnie stated. "I don't know Little You, or Big You really, but I like you, you're very nice to me. And a patient teacher, which is a first because I haven't had a teacher, ever. You're a first, for me, you're the first witch who hasn't tried to kill me or betray me, and you're helping, you didn't come here asking for anything, you just… you, both Big and Little You, you impress me. I am impressed, truly."

"Why?"

"The two times I have connected with you Davina, you're just… you're filled with all this unbridled, unconditional love, and if that's how the Big You feels, I can bet that Little You, this you, feels it even if it's just a fraction, and I am impressed."

Davina nodded then as she nestled into the seat of the car.

The ride was in silence up to the cabin Davina resided in, then the teen looked around as she got out of the car.

The large man appeared, with Hayley a step behind him.

Davina saw Marcel step out of the cabin, and the look on his face had her sobbing as she ran for him. He met her halfway as he caught her.

"I got you Lil D, I got you," he whispered as he hugged her tightly.

"They're dead," she sobbed.

"I know, I know, and I'm so sorry," he whispered as he ran his hand over her hair and she hid against his neck, reveling in the safety she felt in her savior's arms. "I'm sorry I couldn't save them, baby," he murmured as he kissed her temple and held her tight.

"Big Me says we need to talk," she muttered.

"Yeah, yeah we do," he chuckled.

"Can I…" she started.

"We don't have to, not right now," he promised. There was a new hand on her shoulders as a tall brunette came into her view.

"Hey Davina," she smiled softly. "You… you don't know me, which is weird, but I'm friends with the older you," she explained. "I'm Hayley."

"Big Me says we're family," Davina mumbled as she kept herself safe against Marcel.

"Yeah," Hayley smiled. "We're family, I'm the annoying big sister."

"I always wanted a sister," she mumbled.

"Me too. Steal my clothes though and we'll have problems," Hayley warned playfully.

"You're too tall for me," Davina confessed.

Marcel laughed, she liked the rumble in his chest and the way it felt to be held, to feel safe and cared for. "Come on Lil D, lets get warmed up."

"Thanks Bonnie, for the ride," Davina called out to the other teen standing there.

"No problem."

"We have food if you want, it's Mary-Alice's gumbo recipe," Marcel said to Bonnie.

"I… that would be nice," Bonnie nodded.

"Good, come on Lil D," Marcel said and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked. "You gonna be like that girl."

"Yup," she nodded as she hid against his neck. "Never had a dad to do this," she muttered softly.

"Alright, just hold on, Lil D."

"Why am I Lil D?" Davina muttered.

"Cause other you is just D."

"Mmm."

"And you're tiny, pint size, three ounces of whoop ass," he chuckled as the doors were opened.

"I'm not small," she muttered.

"Tiny," Hayley teased which had her peeking at the playful hazel eyes.

"I'm not tiny," Davina muttered.

"Don't feel bad, us pint size witches are more than anyone can handle," Bonnie reflected.

"I'm going to sit us down, Lil D," Marcel whispered softly as he rearranged her and sat them down. Davina held onto him tighter as she relaxed a little bit knowing he wasn't going to let her go. "I'm Marcel Gerard."

"Bonnie Bennett, Davina Claire's pupil," was the response.

"Pleasure to meet you," Marcel chuckled.

"You're Davina's…?"

"Dad. I'm her dad," he reaffirmed it was more for her than Bonnie.

"Really?" Davina whispered carefully.

"Ah hell yeah," he declared dramatically, and Davina giggled.

"You cannot hide out in there forever!" a voice bellowed.

"Until Davina says I can't!" came a new voice which startled her, and she twisted around as a tall man came storming into the house with a massive bag. He had tousled, dark auburn hair (she'd have thought it brown but all the highlights were red in colors), tall frame, athletic build, angular, chiseled good looks like models on television or something, and dark brown eyes.

"Davina Claire," he greeted her, his voice was cultured with an indistinguishable accent. His eyes raked over her and he sat at the kitchen table; he seemed to be assessing her as she was him.

"You're Kol," she deduced as she wriggled a bit on Marcel's lap to get a better look at him. He looked like the kind of heart throb man who'd have Monique drooling and their mothers throwing them in a convent to hide them away from. First thing she noted was that he wasn't like Tim, Tim had that boyish charm about him, but this was a man before her. Second thing she noted was he was dangerous, not just because he was a vampire, it was something in his eyes.

"I am, darling," he acknowledged. "And I'm guessing you're little Davina."

She said nothing as her eyes narrowed and his lips curled back in a sort of grin that screamed trouble. "I'm not little."

"Pint size really, love," he chuckled.

"I'm not!" she snapped.

"You are," Kol countered as he lounged back. "So, you're the mighty Davina Claire, pleasure to meet this you, love."

"You're my dangerous guardian angel."

There was a strangled sound out of him as well as a shout of laughter from Hayley and Marcel groaned. "Lil D you're going to kill me!"

"Never been called an angel before," Kol finally sputtered. He looked dumbfounded at her analogy; she didn't see why, the man was ridiculously handsome.

"She said you killed someone for kidnapping me!" Davina stated as she pointed at Bonnie.

"I did," he nodded.

"So that makes you a guardian angel, right?"

"No, love, if I'm any sort of protector, I'm of the demon variety," he chuckled as he shook his head. "I'm Kol Mikaelson."

"You're an Old One," she said softly. The name finally clicked for her too; this was the man who had shattered her mémé's heart and betrayed her to Fauline Cottage a century ago.

"I am," he nodded as he smiled again.

"Why'd you kill my kidnapper?" she asked him curiously.

"I don't like to share my pretty things," he shrugged.

"What pretty thing? Did I have something of yours?" she asked curiously.

Kol's smile turned amused and predatory then. "No, merely she had taken a little witch I've come to consider mine and I don't share, love."

"Me?" she clarified.

"You."

"Why?"

"Because you're interesting, Davina Claire," he shrugged. "I like pretty things with sharp tongues, but pretty and smart are always interesting."

"I'm not a thing."

"You live as long as I have, and your perspective will change."

"I'm a person, not a thing," she seethed.

"So you're informing me. As to why I saved you, you have my attention, which makes you mine," he reminded her with a dangerous tone. His tone did something to her though as a thrill raced down her spine and their eye contact didn't break.

"Kol, she's a kid!" Marcel snapped.

"I'm aware and I don't want that," Kol dismissed. "She's a little girl, and the best partner in crime I've ever had."

"Want what?"

"Don't you worry about it, love, Marcel's being an imbecile as per usual," Kol chirped. All seriousness left Kol as he lounged back, his eyes were playful and a smile quirked his lips in a lazy sort of fashion.

"If you hurt her, I'll gut you," Hayley warned.

Davina looked at every feeling at a loss as to what was going on here. "I'm very confused."

"Don't worry about it, Lil D, you just stay sweet and innocent for forever," Marcel stated firmly.

Kol looked at the young girl in Marcel's arms and assessed her carefully. He didn't try to pick out physical differences between the Davina he knew and this one, he knew they were the same as they resided in the same body.

There were however noticeable differences; this Davina just oozed innocence, he half expected her to be some virgin sacrifice or something. Her eyes were a little more curious, a little less knowing, her mouth was more pouting, not as smiling, and there was a solemnness about her which he wanted gone. No innocent little girl should have that sort of grief or solemnness, and while he knew the older her had her own pains, the girl before him was experiencing something she was probably too young to understand.

Then again, when he had been her age he had been being beaten to shit in the name of sparring while also learning to sail, hunt, navigate, fight, defend, protect, and survive, rather than doing whatever kids did in this era. He had been a Viking warrior, a farmer, a monster hunter, smith, and tradesman, his life, by the time he had reached Davina's age, had been hardship and suffering. Anything outside of magic wasn't of interest to him, and anything to do with mischief and mayhem were usually something he was flirting with. He would also be looking out for Bex and Henrik, but other than that, he'd be studying his magic and evading Finn.

Davina looked at him carefully, her cheeks had pinkened when he had smiled at her, which had her frowning as she glared back. Oh, she was a feisty little vixen, he could see that, and stubborn to boot; it was rather adorable. She wasn't some swooning damsel, and Kol looked forward to the challenges that would be Davina Claire, because Freyja knew if the woman was so interesting he'd kill to keep her, the girl would be just as fascinating too.

He did see a lot of the Davina he knew here, in the way she jutted her jaw, the way she fluttered her lashes and her lips quirked in temptation to smile, he could see the Davina he knew in how this young girl held herself even. Everything about this Davina would bloom into the Davina he knew and enjoyed, and he was curious about this version of her.

"Girls grow up," Hayley said.

"Not Davina, she's going to stay my little girl, forever and ever, and never do anything bad."

"I hate to break it to you mate, but she's already my partner in crime," Kol pointed out.

"Not this one," Marcel chimed.

"I'm going to have to agree with the tall one," Davina decided. "I'm a rebel."

"Ah ha! I knew there was something about you I liked Davina Claire!" Kol cheered and saw her smile then.

"No, no, you're going to be smart and stay away from him, Lil D," Marcel demanded playfully. Kol saw Marcel's smile though.

"Too late!" she declared smugly. Kol roared with laughter as Marcel gave a dramatic pout and Davina smiled so shy and small but with triumph and a spark in her eyes.