I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina was very curious about her 'partner in crime' as he seemed so different from anyone she had met or known. She didn't get to meet boys, her mother had all but threatened her with a chastity belt and taking the habit. He also didn't seem how her mémé had described him, he was just… different.

Kol didn't seem evil, wicked or anything her mother had preached boys to be. He didn't seem like Tim who was sweet and shy, and he didn't seem like Marcel who was like a dad to her. She didn't know how she had attached herself so quickly to Marcel, but the moment he had saved her, the moment he had looked at her, he had become a father figure in her mind and a beacon of safety.

Kol didn't seem that way to her.

He did seem ancient, it was something about his eyes; Bonnie and big her had said he was a deeply knowledgeable witch despite being a vampire, or because of it. He did seem huge, broad chest, athletic, tall, everything she thought football players were, and he moved with ease and grace. He looked like her mémé had described but not. Her mémé had said Kol was a charming old fox, wild as the animal he was so often equated to; to Davina he didn't look charming or old. He did look like trouble, but she couldn't figure out what kind, she knew if she was younger, a child, she'd probably run to him to save her, but something new in her screamed he was trouble and danger.

His lips seemed the most expressive part of him, they either curled into a lazy smile, or curved into a constant smirk or changed to a grim line. Marcel had detangled himself from her for dinner and was now escorting Bonnie home. Hayley had volunteered to clean and though Davina had offered to help the older woman had shooed her off to talk to Kol.

Kol was standing on the back porch when she had approached, it was now that she took in how big he was. When he was sitting, he seemed to sprawl over his seat to be comfortable, but standing, he stood rigid and tall. His eyes raked over her as she crept out.

"I don't bite, love," he promised with a dangerous toothy smile.

"I'm not afraid of you," she declared as she marched to stand beside him. She didn't like people thinking less of her or that she was afraid.

"So I can see," he chuckled as he continued to appraise her. "What can I do for you, love?"

"My mémé told me stories about you," she stated.

"Mary was a delight," he smiled in genuine affection.

"Why do I trust you then?" Davina asked. "Big Me."

"I don't know, love, she's never expanded on her reasons," he acknowledged as he leaned on the porch post.

"Oh, she didn't tell me either," Davina muttered.

"It's not a bad thing, not knowing something, besides, it gives you a chance to decide for yourself if you want to trust me or not," he shrugged.

Now she tilted her head as she thought his words over. "You don't think I trust you?"

"I don't think I've earned your trust, Little Davina. But that's alright, we've only just met," he winked and smiled.

"This is weird." She sighed as she moved to sit on the porch railing.

"You're telling me. Whether it's Big You or Little You, you seem intent on throwing me off balance," he chuckled.

"How so?"

"Big You decided to attract my attention and proceeded to drag me into her schemes informing me that we were friends in her times, and now it appears it's my turn to declare us friends and drag you into schemes, how the tides have turned," he mused.

"So, you've already decided we're friends?" she chuckled.

"Of course, love, and I'll win you over, but now it's your turn to decide," he shrugged.

"And if I decide we aren't?"

"Things are going to get bloody awkward, real quick," he snickered.

"Really?"

"Oh yes, because I'm going to let you in on a little secret, Davina Claire," he motioned for her to come closer. She had never had a friend want to whisper a secret to her and she fought back the smile as she came closer.

"You're going to like me," he whispered in a husky voice that sent a breathtaking pulse through her body. His lips were so near her ear she could almost feel them, and his breath was warm. "I'm going to let you pretend for a while that you don't already."

"You sound certain of that," she countered in an amused tone as she turned a bit so they were eye to eye.

"Until then, I'll let you figure it out," he assured her with a smirk as he stood up straight again.

"Why would I like you?"

"Cause, darling, I'm charming and handsome," he preened.

"You're so full of it!" she snorted, and his smile was genuine then, not the one that screamed trouble or problems. "Do you just like me for Big Me?"

"No," he answered. "She and you are the same person, Davina, only difference is she has life experience."

"How do you know?"

"I see it," he answered.

"Really?"

"Yes," he nodded. "You and she jut your jaw the same way, facial expressions are the same too, she smiles more, but I understand you just went through something horrid recently, Little You, not Big You, and I know that is the sort of thing that would knock a smile off a gorgeous girl. She also is more confident, but that's life, love, nothing you won't gain in time. And I saw how you love Marcel and Hayley, you, Little You, doesn't really know them from my understanding, but I see how you loved them, same as she does. You and she are the same person, simply different points of life, love, and different experiences. I like you, and if that's Little You or Big, doesn't matter. You are You."

"She's not me," Davina stated.

"No, but she's who you could be, and you're who she was, and I like what I've seen of both you and her," he admitted. "You are an exceptional woman, love. Hard not to like you."

"Really?" she asked.

"Really."

"Maybe we can be friends," she conceded with a small smile.

"Oh, we're going to be friends," he promised proudly. "We're already partners in crime."

"You two will have my hair turning white!" Marcel announced as he appeared.

"All the more reason for us to be friends," Kole decided arrogantly. "Goodnight, I will see you tomorrow, love."

"Okay," Davina nodded.

"Well, you can walk her to school with me," Marcel declared.

"Oh, bloody hell, really?" Kol demanded. "You're dropping her in that toxic waste dump."

"It's that or she goes to juvey or New Orleans for truancy where Bastianna can get her and neither you, nor I want that," Marcel said.

"High school?" Davina scrunched up her nose in disgust.

"Sorry love, being a teenager in this era sucks."

"I've never gone! I don't want to; can't we say I'm home schooled?" she asked.

"I would, but that sheriff is going to poke around, she's the nosey sort." Marcel sighed.

"Bloody hell," Kol grumbled. "I'll be here in the morning."

"Good, cause after we drop Lil D off, we need to go have a chat with your family and I need you on my side, so I don't kill them," Marcel declared.

"I'm not going to be on your side!" Kol snapped.

"It's about our trip to go hunt down Silas," Marcel stated.

"I hate you," he declared.

"Big Me filled me in about Silas, she told me I was going because she needed to go," Davina admitted.

"And we'll talk to Little You about it after school, Lil D," he stressed firmly.

"I don't need to go to school."

"While we're here, you do," Marcel countered.

"Sorry, love," Kol chuckled.

"This isn't fair, if Big Me is here to save the world, I should get a pass on high school."

"That's sound logic," Kol pointed out.

"Stop that," Marcel ordered. "I'm the parent, not the bad guy, and you're not going to help her play hooky, Kol. I will know."

"What if Big Me is here?"

"Big You is not Little You, and Little You is going to school, young lady."

"Fine," she rolled her eyes.

"Night, love," he waved her off as she walked back into the house. Hayley chuckled as she finished putting the last dish away.

"You knew I was going to high school," Davina sighed.

"I tried to talk him out of it," Hayley assured her.

"Thanks for letting me talk to Kol alone."

"You two needed it. Besides, I like him, he seems decent enough. And he's hot," Hayley nudged her.

"I hadn't noticed," she lied as she felt her face heating up.

"Sure, you haven't," Hayley chuckled. "Come on, movie night then prepping for hell."

"I'd rather face Bastianna than go to high school," Davina admitted. "I… I never went to…"

"Anyone messes with you, you tell me, and I'll beat them up," Hayley stressed.

"Nobody's beating anybody up!" Marcel declared walking in.

Kol walked back into Nik's house and silently made his way to his room. He was surprised that he wasn't mauled by Nik or Elijah or Bekah, which had his guard going up as he entered his room and frowned seeing Bekah on his bed.

"What do you want, Bex?" he asked warily as he pulled off his coat and hung it up. Going to his closet he started changing into more casual clothes.

"I want to go with you to find the cure," Rebekah stated.

"No," he answered as he walked out changed in sweats and a t-shirt. "Not happening, Bex."

"Kol," she started.

"I don't trust you with the cure," he stated firmly. "I can't and won't have you around that temptation, Bex."

"I'm not going to do anything," she stressed.

"Rebekah," he sighed tiredly. "Klaus is already going with me, and I know he wants it, and I know Marcel is going to keep Klaus away from Davina, and I can't be protecting her and running interference between you and Klaus as you hunt for a way to stab me in the back and take the cure."

"I would never!" she started.

"1914, Bekah!" he snapped.

"Kol," she sighed. "I'm not…"

"I can't trust you Bekah," he snarled. "I can't risk it, and I won't," he stated.

"Why?" she demanded.

"This is the fate of the world! And Davina Claire is trusting me to help her with this, I will not have your greed putting her in danger, she's a kid, Bex!" he seethed.

"I was coming to help you protect her," Rebekah reasoned.

"I don't trust you," he stated simply.

"Kol…"

"No, it'll be enough trouble with Marcel and Nik being there," Kol said firmly. "I will not chance Davina's life for your greed."

"I…"

"Bex, if there was a way to make us human right this minute, I would tell you, and I would even hand you the cure, but this is not an option and not a cure."

"Kol, I'm sorry," she sniffled. "I never meant to break your trust."

"Bex, you're my little sister, I love you, always will, and I'll trust you again, but I'm not fool enough to trust you with this," he warned. "Not when there's a world on the line."

"Or Davina Claire," she prodded.

"What are you after, Bex?" he asked warily. There were all sorts of warning signs flashing in his mind as he assessed his sister.

"Just… you seem close to her," she said nonchalantly as she watched him.

"She's helping me take out Silas before a bunch of idiot teens do something with consequence that will affect everything living!" he snapped.

"You can just admit you're sweet on her," Rebekah stated.

He felt his jaw drop as he stared at his sister. Someone had to have hit her hard over the head. "What?"

"We can all see it," Rebekah stated.

"What?" he sputtered stupidly as he tried to figure out where this coming from.

"Don't play dumb," Bekah chided.

"Bex, I honestly am at a loss as to where this is coming from," he said patiently as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I work with witches all the time, this isn't new!"

"You've never brought someone to meet the family. You've never brought anyone you're sweet on around us," she smiled.

Kol just stared dumbly at Rebekah. There was a knock on his door as he tore his gaze from Bekah to see Elijah entering.

"Ah, good, I was afraid I missed you," Elijah said as he walked in.

"Why would you miss me?" Kol asked as he looked between his siblings and wondered if Klaus was going to appear to dagger him.

"I was informed you were with Davina last night," Elijah replied.

"I was… What is this?" he demanded. "Is this some attempt to bond or pry or something I don't know about? Is Nik waiting with a dagger somewhere?" he asked looking around his room and then peering over his trunks of notes for hints of his elder brother's location.

"No? Why would you ask that?"

"Because she's being invasive and nice," he stated as he pointed at Rebekah and continued checking over his room.

"I'm nice!" Rebekah snapped.

"You're a bitch," he countered flatly as he checked under his bed in case Nik was hiding there.

"I'm not here to dagger you, Kol," Elijah assured him. "I have come to offer my aid on your excursion, I was informed that Klaus was going as well as Marcel."

"This isn't a family reunion trip! I'm killing Silas, so is Davina, everyone else is just extra!"

"Nonetheless, knowing our brother, it seems pertinent I offer my company to keep him from doing something reckless," Elijah sighed.

"No. No to this for the same reasons I'm not bringing Bex! I don't trust you!" Kol reasoned.

"But you trust Nik!" Bekah snapped.

"No," he said with a grimaced. "I'm not that stupid, but I can't really keep him here unless the Bennett witch knows how to trap him, and honestly, he's too motivated to be trapped so I'm just not going to go through that headache of having him come tearing up my plans and work! It's easier to thwart him when he's there before he loses his temper!"

"Kol," Elijah started. "I am thinking of the safety of Davina."

"I think between me, the wolf, and Marcel she'll be fine and safe from Nik," Kol said blandly as he checked his shower. "I'm not bringing you along. It's not some family road trip."

"What are you doing?" Bekah demanded, exasperation lacing her tone.

"Making sure Nik isn't here with a dagger," he admitted.

"Niklaus is hardly the sort to hide in the shower," Elijah said with exasperation.

"And yet I always end up daggered at the most unexpected times and in the most unexpected places," he said as he leaned on the door frame. "I will be fine managing Nik."

"We just want to help," Elijah pointed out.

"I like not being in a box, so no. Now leave, this is getting weird, I have work to do," he said as he opened his bedroom door and watched them leave.

"We both know he likes her," Rebekah commented as she walked with Elijah. "Even Nik knows he likes her."

"I believe our brother, Kol, has not caught onto the awareness yet as he is obsessed with Silas," Elijah muttered dryly.

"He killed Katerina for taking her."

"Katerina's dead?" Elijah stopped, looking confounded then.

"Oh, oh no, I'm so sorry, Elijah," Rebekah whispered. "I didn't… I thought Nik told you, he told me."

"Kol…"

"Katerina took Kol's witch, she wanted to find Silas for the cure," Rebekah explained gently. "She wanted to barter her freedom, Kol… Kol found her and, I'm so sorry Elijah."

Elijah said nothing.

"Katerina was always going to have a sordid end," he murmured. "I will miss her, but I am pleased our brother saved his witch. Kol's never been particularly attached to any one person."

"I remember when Ayana would bring him all these girls," Rebekah snorted. "He'd just flirt, tease, have some torrid affair and be on his merry way, the girls would laugh it off."

"Yes, I remember," Elijah's lips quirked.

"I am sorry about Katerina."

"It was long over," he admitted. "I am sorry she is gone. Still, I am immensely pleased that Davina Claire is alive and well, she's… it is like he's back to being himself, and it has been so long since we've seen that."

"Seen what?"

"Kol's humanity," Elijah remarked with a soft smile.

"Stefan buried Katerina," Rebekah said as he started walking away. "She's at the cemetery she took Davina too, the old abandoned one. He said he buried her under the old oak."

"It is fine, Rebekah." Elijah called out as he walked to his room. Rebekah sighed softly. One brother gained a love, the other brother lost one. It just wasn't fair.

Kol reappeared with his nose buried in a book as he brushed past her.

"Hey!"

"Hm?" he looked up as he glanced at her. "Sorry Bex."

"What are you researching?" she asked.

"Why?" he lifted a brow and gave her a skeptical look.

"I do want to help," she promised.

"Help?" he sputtered. "Who the bloody hell are you and what have you done with Rebekah?"

"Ha-ha," she snorted. "Seriously Kol."

"Seriously Bex," he retorted. She frowned as she folded her arms. "I'm researching Expression. I was trying to figure out what Shane was up to and why he'd encourage a young witch to practice it. I thought maybe there was something in Expression Silas wanted, or needs."

"Why would he want that?"

"Silas is immortal, if he were a witch as the legends claim then the price for his immortality will be the loss of his magic and connection to Nature," Kol shrugged. "I want to know why he would want a witch to practice Expression when he knows the cost."

"I'll help," Rebekah decided.

He shrugged and continued walking towards the study with his book in hand.