I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Marcel walked into the Mikaelson home and saw Elijah and Rebekah.

"It really is you," Elijah said with disbelief before his lips curled into a welcoming smile. "It is good to know not everything was lost," he said as he walked forward.

"It's good to see you, Elijah," he admitted as he smiled in spite of himself. While Klaus was always like a father, and Bekah was the only girl he'd ever love, Elijah had been this weird but steady mix of guardian, father, and big brother all wrapped up in this elegance Marcel always wanted to emulate.

"And who is this?" Elijah asked.

"Who the hell are you?" Hayley countered sharply.

"This is Hayley, Davina found her and brought her in," Marcel said as he smiled at the young wolf. Hayley eyed Elijah with a suspicion that she expressed with everyone else except Davina.

"A pleasure," Elijah smiled.

"Marcel," Rebekah came near him, and he frowned before he walked after Kol.

He was still livid with her, and he didn't care how much he loved her he wasn't going to make it easy for her. He just wasn't. Not after all the shit they had been through. Kol was in the library already pulling down charts, clearing off the desk as he worked. Marcel had never actually seen Kol at work, then again, from the way Rebekah and Elijah were watching him, they hadn't seen him at work either. Kol darted out of the library.

"So, Miss Hayley," Elijah said.

"It's just Hayley," she cut him off.

"Very well, would you like something to eat?" he asked her. "Before we get started."

"I'm good, thanks," she answered. Kol reappeared with a different set of papers as he bit a pen and leafed through them before dropping them on the desk and then he pulled out straight edge and a compass before he started working.

"What are you…?" Marcel started.

"Navigating," Kol answered.

"Oh, they made GPSs for that!" Rebekah chuckled as she walked up.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with using a map!?" Kol demanded.

"Just makes things easier," Rebekah quipped.

"This is easy Rebekah," Kol snorted.

"Is this how you learned?" Hayley asked curiously.

"No, our father didn't teach us this method, he believed in the ravens and the sun stone, it was more perilous," Elijah answered.

"It worked," Kol answered flatly.

"It was miserable," Elijah grimaced.

"Cause you get seasick," Kol retorted. "It was only bad with Finn because he'd find all the rough water to make us all miserable."

"Remember when Finn tried to teach me?" Rebekah chuckled.

"Father would've flayed him and displayed him if mother hadn't interfered," Elijah mused.

"I could sail!" Rebekah stated proudly.

"You stay away from whatever ship I'm sailing; I'll end up at the bottom of the Atlantic," Kol warned seriously.

"Oh, I'm not that bad, Kol!"

"1045 when we were running from father, you hit an iceberg!" he countered.

"I didn't know they were that big!"

"We all told you, Bex, you are not sailing," Klaus stated as he walked in. "Where are we sailing?"

"Island off of Nova Scotia," Kol answered, not looking up from his work.

"It was once, Nik, and I didn't know better," Rebekah pouted.

"We learned from that, don't trust Bekah with sailing," Kol retorted.

"This is so cool," Hayley chuckled.

"What is?" Elijah asked in confusion.

"Sailing, Vikings, it's interesting, new, cool," Hayley said to Elijah.

"Ah, most people are unimpressed with that aspect of our illustrious pasts," Elijah admitted.

"Did you guys do raids and stuff?"

"It was not a particular practice of our village given our geographical location, but we had been called to do it from time to time, Finn particularly enjoyed them," Elijah said dryly.

"He liked the rape, pillage, and plunder aspects, could display his manliness, where he was impotent and incompetent everywhere else. Mother was very proud of him," Klaus rolled his eyes.

"Yes, different times, different lives," Elijah waved off.

"Alright, so," Kol spread out the map. "It'll take a couple of days with a good ship."

"You are certain about the route?" Elijah asked as he looked over it.

"Yes, it's not that far, and this," Kol pulled out the other map and dropped it on the charts he was displaying. "Is the route to Silas. Now from what I've found there's only two islands it could be, so I contacted the one, this one, it's a research project digging up Viking ships, but they warned me off of the other one, which makes me think this is where Silas is. Research supports that, it' uninhabited and settlers flee it or are found drained of blood."

"This is…"

"Yes, and I'm thinking it's Silas' tomb."

"I don't get it," Hayley said.

"When we were younger, and father was teaching us to sail, there were places you did not go," Elijah stated. "Gods abandoned you there, father believed, as did many others of our people that this island was the entrance to Helheim, no one would stop there."

"You remember that?" Marcel gaped.

"It's hard not to remember the places not to go from that day in age because they were the unfriendliest," Klaus stated. "Whether it was the locals, the environment, or the beliefs, there were places one did not venture to."

"I'm thinking this is Silas. It makes sense, we avoided it, and in those days, we wouldn't have thought to go near it. It'd be the perfect place to entomb a monster, isolated, remote, these currents take everything away from the island, sparse waters, and desolate," he explained.

"Do you guys believe in Ragnarök?" Hayley blurted out.

Kol grimace but shrugged. "No reason not to…"

"Brother," Elijah started.

"Oh, don't tell me you don't believe in some of the old ways after all the things we've seen and done," Kol defended.

"It's a foolish faerie tale, Kol," Klaus countered.

"So was Silas!" Kol snapped.

"Don't start praying to Loki again," Klaus warned.

Kol rolled his eyes. "We should leave this week, we'll need supplies, and the sword, but we leave in the next few days we can have Silas' head and be on our merry way with whatever world domination plots Nik has," Kol waved off.

"Very well, what do you require?"

"You and Bex will be remaining behind. Nik, Marcel, Hayley, Davina and I are going to the island, we'll take care of Silas," Kol stated.

"That's not fair."

"I don't care about fair Bex, I care about not unleashing hell on earth!" Kol snarled as he showed his fangs.

"I just think we should all go," Rebekah stated.

"And I think having you around temptation is a bad idea," Kol countered.

"I agree with Kol," Marcel stated.

"HA!" Kol pointed at him in victory.

"I so hate those words. And I don't want you near my girls and a cure," Marcel confirmed as he glared at Rebekah.

"Your girls?"

"Hayley and Davina, my girls!" Marcel grounded out.

"Oh please…"

"What are you going to do about the Mystic Falls gang?" Elijah asked cutting off the brewing argument between him and Bekah. He glared at Rebekah who was glaring back.

"That is where you will come in," Kol said. "I'm going to need you to distract them."

"With what!? A slumber party and girls' night!?" Rebekah sneered.

"I don't care how you bloody well do it, just do it! For once just do what I need you to do!" Kol demanded.

Marcel was startled with how the other three Mikaelsons reacted.

"I'm not asking you lot to provide me with the keys to Folkvangr or heaven or the Other Side, I need you three, to for once, do what I'm asking though," Kol stated. "Keep them busy, keep them here, Davina and I will handle the rest."

"About Davina," Marcel started. "Should we explain it to your family?"

"That's her decision, not ours," Kol answered swiftly as he started folding up his charts. "Elijah, I know you own one, so where do you have it docked?"

"Massachusetts," he answered. "Cape Cod."

"We'll be leaving for Cape Cod then after we gather supplies. I'll need the information," Kol stated.

"I will text you the information and email the harbor master to have her ready."

"I thought you got seasick," Hayley said.

"Call it an old habit," Elijah answered with a quirk of his lips. "She's just an old ship, Kol, so be careful with her."

"It'll be fine, Nik is my first mate," Kol grinned as he slapped Klaus on the shoulder.

"Kol…" Klaus started snarling.

"I am not leaving you in charge, you got lost crossing the channel, the bloody channel Nik! And that was with charts, maps and compasses."

"It was in the fifteenth century!"

"I don't bloody care, I am not getting on a ship you're captain," Kol stated. "You can man the rigging and take the bloody orders for once," Kol quipped.

"Can you teach me to sail!?" Hayley asked curiously.

"On the way back," Kol answered.

"She's a four-cabin ship," Elijah said. "Do be careful with what you pack," he stated.

"Going to be bloody cold," Kol grumbled as he left Marcel with Klaus and Rebekah.

"I will go gather supplies for the impending journey," Klaus decided as he walked out leaving him with Rebekah.

"Your girls," Rebekah stated.

"Don't start with me Bekah," he warned as he moved to leave her.

"Marcel," she called, stopping him dead in his tracks. "Please," she sighed.

"What, Rebekah?" he turned to her.

"Please, don't let that be our end," she pleaded.

"And what would you prefer?" he asked harshly as he felt too much. His love for her as a human had been all consuming, but when he had turned, it had been reality shattering, he could never shake it, and it wasn't a sire bond.

"I… please," she whispered as her lips trembled.

"You are all I ever wanted, Bekah, but I can't think about that right now," he said softly as he turned leave.

"Do you love them!?" she demanded harshly.

"Yes, I do. But not how I love you," he replied softly. He turned slightly to see her teary eyes.

"You… still?"

"Always, Bekah," he stated and left. He found Kol in his room grabbing clothes and shoving them in a duffle.

"You're packing now?" Marcel asked.

"I'll meet you guys at the ship, it'll need some work, and probably a few test sails," he stated. "Also, I need to feed."

"You've been in control so far," Marcel pointed out.

"I don't want to test it travelling with two warm bodies, and not having had regular food source," Kol admitted. "I happen to like Davina Claire, and would rather not make her a snack."

"That's very responsible of you," Marcel remarked.

"I tend to be a very responsible sort," Kol countered dryly. "I will text you the address of the harbor, but I'm heading that way today after we pick up Davina from school."

"You're coming with us to pick up Davina?" Marcel asked.

"I said I would this morning, which means I will," he said as he grabbed a few books and tossed them in his bag.

"I'm just surprised," Marcel admitted.

"Just because I find you intolerable does not mean I find others intolerable," Kol snorted.

"Just when I was starting to like you," Marcel grumbled.

"You're not that foolish," Kol answered. "I'll text you a list of clothes for the girls that you'll have to buy."

"I'm sure they have them."

"Davina ran away from New Orleans the moment she woke up in her younger body and did not pack appropriate clothing. Hayley, I doubt owns truly cold weather clothing from what I've seen," he admitted. "This is going to be cold," Kol stated.

"I'll see you when we get Davina," Marcel said as he left Kol to his packing. He didn't know what to make of Kol now. Before he had just thought Kol a vile being who deserved death, but now he was wondering if it was Kol's ability to hold a grudge that had been driving him then and not who he really was.

Kol checked over his charts as he folded them up and put them in his bag.

"It is a pleasure to see you getting along with Marcellus," Elijah said walking into his room.

"I still hate his guts," Kol said as he grabbed a few grimoires which would be of interest to Davina and her education. Little Her that is.

"Kol," Elijah started. "Hating Marcellus will upset Niklaus…"

"Don't, just don't," Kol cut off. "You guys were so excited to shove me in a box and take in Marcel, Marcellus, whatever, you lot were more excited about that little welp than anything else in the world. Meanwhile, because our brother is psychotic since the Hunter's curse, you aid him in shoving me in a bloody box to steal decades off my life because you can!"

"Kol, that… we want to keep you grounded, you have been losing touch with your humanity," he said softly. "We don't know what to do so we've put you there in hopes that when you return to us you'll connect with your humanity again."

"My humanity!?" Kol spun on his brother. "My humanity!" he grounded out through clenched teeth. "You have lost your humanity! Cleaning up every bloody mess Klaus has an impulsive desire to make because Klaus has decided to make enemies so he could prove himself to father; a father who was an abusive control freak aided by our mother in their quest to ruin us, and that was when we were human, it got worse after we were turned into the monsters they wanted! And my humanity died with my magic, something you and Rebekah have never grasped!"

"Kol," Elijah reached to touch his shoulder which had him swatting off Elijah's hand.

"I don't bloody care," he snarled bitterly. "I don't care about my humanity, or my impulse control, or bloodlust, what I care about is preventing the end of the bloody world. I can tolerate your little welp long enough to deal with that! I'm an adult, Elijah, which is more than I can say for our brother or you."

"Niklaus," Elijah started.

"Is a control freak, and if you're not with him you're against him, and that isn't right, Elijah, somewhere in your twisted sense of nobility you realize Klaus is wrong, and he needs to either man up and pull his head out of his own arse or he needs to destroy himself without you there to bloody save him! The only person who can save Nik from himself is Nik, which is apparently lost on you! I don't care about his schemes, or his goals, daggering a sibling because he can, and you permitting that, only serves to alienate us more from our family, the family put you put everything ahead of, will be ruined beyond repair if you continue to follow Nik's lead in everything. Him taking in Marcel was my breaking point with you lot. I wonder when you'll reach Bekah's, or your own."

"It doesn't work that way, Kol," Elijah sighed tiredly.

"No, it just means we live in terror of our brother and his god complex. After I finish Davina's to-do list, I'm gone. I'm going off on my own, Elijah, and don't come looking for me," Kol warned as he shoved past his brother shouldering his bag.

"You wouldn't actually leave," Rebekah whispered asked.

"I already did it once Bex, I'll do it again," he shrugged.

"Kol…" she sighed.

"Bex," he drawled.

"Marcel never… he didn't replace you," she whispered.

"No, just got me stuck in a bloody box," he snapped. "Bekah, they let you out, doesn't matter what bloody tiff you're in or what snit, they let you out, but me, I end up stuck in there for a century, this time, what about next time? I spent six centuries on my own and I don't have a trail of blood thirsty enemies, but I spend a handful of decades with Nik, you and Elijah and we're at war with everyone! Yes, I did war, yes, I'm the worst of the worst, but bloody hell, Bex, I don't drag it out for centuries, what Nik does isn't right."

"That's not true," Rebekah sighed.

"It is!" he snapped. "I evaded father for six hundred years, Bex. Never had a problem," he shrugged. "I spend a decade with you lot in Spain and all of a sudden I'm being dragged around in a bloody box! Then I get pulled out because Nik's bored but there's a bloody kid who you all fawn over and no one apologizes for ruining my bloody life by shoving me in that box!" he roared. "I get why we never let Finn out, but me!"

"Kol…" she started.

"You guys will have your precious Marcel, but I am gone as soon as I'm done helping Davina," he stated. "And I won't be back."

He got in the car and pulled out of the garage as he headed back for Marcel's cabin. Pulling up to the cabin he turned off the engine as he closed his eyes and sighed. He needed blood; he would have to have some to make it through the rest of his evening. Getting out of the car he walked up the steps of the cabin and saw Hayley at the counter.

"Marcel's on the phone," she said to him.

He nodded as he grabbed a blood bag.

"So…" she drawled out.

"The Viking thing is of interest to you," he mused.

"Can you blame me!?" she demanded eagerly.

"Nah, what do you want to know darling?" he asked with a small smile and sat down as he sipped the blood.

"What was that like?" she asked curiously.

"No electricity, no indoor plumbing, no internet," he chuckled. "It was different. It was a good."

"Did you fight?"

"All the time, training, farming, fighting," he smiled softly. "I spent a lot of time at fighting."

"Why?"

"Protect my family."