I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Kol jolted awake when he felt the sun coming up which had him groaning as he rubbed a heavy hand over his face and slowly, he pushed himself up from the bed. The house was quiet, which was a godsend, and he slowly walked to the kitchen as he pulled on a hoodie. Later today they would be returning to Mystic Falls, or he would with Davina because they had that potion going and he didn't relish the idea of it going haywire when they got back. Yawning he started the coffee, preparing for the mini caffeinated witch to appear any second, sniffling he relished in the feeling of having a running nose and tear eyes in the morning. It was so human, it felt strange and welcomed. His magic was also coursing through him like lightning but not as out of control or wildly as yesterday.

While the coffee brewed Kol pulled out something to make for breakfast; he didn't know what he wanted but he could nearly cry for joy that it wasn't blood. It'd be a happy day if he never ate blood again, in any form.

He settled on making an omelet because it sounded delicious, and he hadn't cooked one in a century.

Davina appeared when the coffee machine beeped that it was ready.

"Morning love," he greeted.

"Smells good," she said as she rubbed her eyes. He noticed that she made a move to come near him but stopped which had him more curious about if his theory was correct or not.

"Big or Little You?" he asked as he continued cutting up the vegetables for his omelet.

"Both," she yawned.

"Alright, Big Davina, in your time did I... become human?" he asked warily as she finished pouring in her creamer and sitting across from him.

"No. I did meet you when you were in a witch's body," she admitted.

"I was in a witch's body?"

"Your mother put you there," she stated as she sipped her coffee and let out a content hum.

"Omelet?" he asked as he started the first one.

"Sure!" she perked up and he smirked. "Why do you ask?"

"Call it curiosity, we being friends and all," he stated. He watched her closely when he had said 'friends', she nodded and took another sip of coffee.

"You were an Original Vampire when I met this face of you," she answered.

"Mmm, why was I in a witch's body?" he asked her blandly.

"Your mother put you there."

"I got that, love, but why?"

"To seduce me," she stated. He stared blandly at her and she giggled. "No seriously, your mother wanted to know what I was up to, she literally sent you to seduce me so you could find out."

"Yeah, that sounds like my mother," he agreed with a dry chuckle.

"She possessed a friend of mine's body, one of the Harvest girls, she wanted my power, but after the Harvest… I wasn't a part of my Coven, at least not for real, officially I still was, I just sort of left them behind though to do my own thing," she shrugged. "Instead, we became friends and partners in crime and worked on thwarting your mother and brother."

"Hm, I like that idea," he chuckled.

"Not Klaus, though I did beat him a few times at his own game, we were thwarting Finn."

"Finn!?"

"She brought him back and put him in a witch's body, a friend of mine really, his name is Vincent," she said softly.

"Bloody Hell," he muttered. "If there's one person who should not have magic it's Finn."

"Well, he killed you, not you-you, but the body you were inhabiting," she muttered sourly.

"Hell," he grimaced.

"Yeah, I spent a lot of time figuring out how to bring you back," Davina shrugged.

"Bring me back?"

"Yes, you were dead-dead when your mother put you in the witch's body, and then you were dead-dead when Finn killed you, and I spent a lot of time figuring out how to bring you back. I did it," she shrugged.

"That's an impressive feat, love. Resurrection magic kills most witches, even the powerful ones," he muttered.

"Oh, believe me, I know," she snorted. "I've resurrected three people in my lifetime, and it was taxing each time."

"Who'd you resurrect?" he asked.

"Mikael was the first one, he was actually fairly easy because of the birth of your niece, then my spell to bring you back was highjacked," she stated.

"What?"

"Yeah, the witch who did that traded out your ashes with your mother's, she didn't have the power to actually resurrect the dead, so she made me do her dirty work," she sneered. "I was livid, probably would've killed your mother and her if that spell hadn't drained me of most of my power."

"Hell," he muttered again.

"And then I resurrected you," she smiled proudly. "I kind of highjacked her spell set up to do it, but all's fair in love and war. And I'm the better witch."

"Bloody hell, that's impressive, Davina Claire, but a lot of work for lil ol' me," he chuckled as he flipped his omelet.

"Yes, but see, I don't have many friends and the ones I do have I like to keep them alive," she stated firmly.

"I'm noticing all your friends are male," he chuckled. "Marcel, Josh, Vincent, myself," he drawled out.

"Yeah… I don't get along too well with girls… Too much time in a coven will do that to you," she giggled.

"So, this witch who crossed you…" he started.

"I hate her, but you and I are going to need her," she sighed.

"You hate her."

"Very much, I'd drop her off in hell if I could, or I'd shred her soul and let her see how that feels," she muttered.

"Who is she?"

"She's your big sister, the one your mother claimed died of the plague."

"What?"

"Apparently, according to her, she was born in the Old World, first born of your mother's and aunt's line are extremely powerful, apparently," she shrugged. "I don't know the full story because I cannot stand her, but the gist of it is, your mother asked your aunt for a fertility potion or spell or whatever, and in exchange your aunt wants the first born of every Mikaelson from hence forth for all of eternity."

"What aunt?"

"I don't know, I'm telling you what I know as I know it, because frankly, I didn't listen to half the sob story your sister told, I hated her so much I was going to kill her if she hadn't gotten me first."

"What!?" he roared.

"Different story, and it doesn't matter for what I'm telling you right now."

"The hell it doesn't!" he snarled.

"Kol, it doesn't," she shrugged. "Not for what I'm telling you right now, I'll tell you all about the other death another time," she assured him.

"Bloody hell," he grumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose and tried not to lose control of his magic. He could feel the gas stove flames reacting to his temper. Once that was level, he look at her. "I am not working with a witch, family or not, who kills my partner in crime."

"We need her. Just when it's over I'm getting as far away from her psycho ass as I can," she warned.

"If you were killed by her how is Big You here? Was this when?"

"No." she cut him off. "No. Her killing me was not when I got thrown back to now. That happened… a long time ago, at least from my perspective, but it has yet to happen from Little Me's perspective. Time travel is confusing," she groaned. "I, Big Me, in my time, died as I told you, protecting my niece. I was way older, not old, but older than I am now. As to how I came back that's actually on my list to thwart before it's a problem, but that one will be more difficult."

"Explain," he ordered as he served up the first omelet then the second and sat at the island.

"It's called the Hollow. Not very original, but it, or rather she, is an enormously powerful witch. Probably the most powerful witch, dead or alive to ever exist, her real name was Inadu, she's one of Hayley's ancestors. And your niece's ancestors. She created the werewolf curse," Davina sighed.

"What?"

"Yes, she created it," Davina muttered. "It's complicated and I'll have to do more research than I have to know what to do about her, but she resurrected me. That sucked, but she took what was left of my soul and brought me back to life."

"What was left of your soul?"

"As I said, your sister is a bitch," Davina affirmed icily. "I would kill her, but we're going to need her, so I'll refrain."

"We're not done talking about this," he warned.

"I didn't think we were."

"So my mother," he started.

"Yup, your mother," she sighed.

"Just for the record, when this is all over, we need to figure out how to turn Bex human again."

"I'll add it to the list," she shrugged.

"Ever growing list of problems to solve," Kol mused.

"This is easier when we don't have psychotic siblings derailing the to-do list because they know about it," Davina pointed out.

"Who taught you resurrection spells?"

"You did," she chuckled. "You taught me earth magic while you were a witch."

"Why?"

"You said that body connected to the earth more easily than any other element."

"Huh," he nodded. "Strange, I'm more used to connecting with water, earth was always tricky to me but it was one of my secondary connections," he admitted.

"Tricky how?"

"Oh, making things grow is easy, but life, giving it, it's tricky. I've never tried to do a resurrection though, makes sense it'd be earth magic. I'm impressed, Davina Claire, both big and little you are clearly powerful accomplished witches," he chuckled.

"Thank you, don't die please, because it'll be hell bringing you back, again," she sighed.

"I'll try not to, love," he chuckled. "Don't plan on dying any time soon. Though I do plan on hauling our asses back to Mystic Falls today."

"Can you get Marcel to get me out of going to high school?" she demanded.

"Big or Little You?"

"Little," she answered.

"I'll talk to him." He promised. "It was little you in the tomb, right?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Sorry about throwing you into a column," he grimaced.

"It's better than Silas eating me," she pointed out as she held up her bandaged arm.

"How's the burn?"

"Surprisingly good, a little tender, but it's all closed up and healed. I'm not a fan of the bite mark though," Davina grumbled.

"Sorry about that, love," he repeated.

"So… you're a water inclined witch?" she tilted her head.

"I am, I found it easier to connect with, rivers, the sea, the ocean, a lake, a storm, it was always something I found easier to connect with," he shrugged.

"Bonnie's air, you're water, I'm fire, …" she ticked off and giggled a bit. He smiled at her innocent joy and curiosity about this. "We just need an earthy witch, and we could be in the Avatar?"

"What's Avatar?" he asked.

Davina snickered then. "Only the best kids show ever, next to Looney Tunes. I used to watch it at Tim's before my mother made me a full-time student to magic."

"What is it?" He asked.

"Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked…" she dramatically stated. "That kind of show."

"We'll watch it," he decided.

Davina lit up in delight then and he chuckled as he sipped his own coffee.

"A thousand-year-old witch watching a kids show?" she chuckled.

"Love, I like good stories, I've found a few on this… Netflix?" he drawled out.

"You know what Netflix is?"

"I'm not dead, it was like the second thing I met after Spotify."

"Spotify is life!"

"But if I watch the kids show we're watching other things too," he warned.

"Deal! I haven't watched TV until last week for years!"

"What happened last week?"

"Hayley and I have started cheesy 80s movies movie nights," she explained. "We've watched Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Terminator, Back to the Future I-III, Breakfast Club, so far. Next up is Indiana Jones!"

"Sounds fun," he chuckled.

"You should join!" she smiled broadly.

"Maybe I will," he promised with a smile. He was a bit annoyed that he couldn't figure out his and Older Davina's exact relationship, but he was enjoying Younger Davina's enthusiasm about normal things in her era. He got the sense that Younger Her never really got to enjoy being alive or being young, and he would let her enjoy it, he'd puzzle out him and Older Davina later.

"What are we doing today?"

"We, regardless of what they are doing, are going back to Mystic Falls before something happens," he stated.

"Oh… OH! That! I forgot," she said honestly.

"I figured, but that's alright, we were a wee bit busy."

"On the bright side we can cross Silas off the list," she pointed out as she poured her second cup of coffee.

"You have a list?"

"The list, Big Me shared it."

"Huh, we're going to go over that when we're in Mystic Falls," he stated blandly.

"Fine."

"Good, finish your omelet and ease up on the coffee!" he chided.

"You're not Marcel or Hayley, I don't have to listen to you," she pointed out.

Kol shook his head as he struggled to contain his laughter at her declaration. Odin help him, he was actually enjoying the lass, she was the fire she controlled, and he found it amusing.

"I am older than you," he pointed out when he finally caught his breath again.

"That just makes you an old man," she stated with a wrinkle of her nose.

"I am not old!"

"Other than your siblings and a vampire, name one living, human, person your age," she demanded.

He opened his mouth and shut it as he thought this over. "You got me there."

"Exactly."

"You're a feisty one, gorgeous," he chuckled as he took her empty plate to the sink.

"I try," she giggled.

"Ah, there you two are," Marcel appeared. "I need to go to New Orleans again, something's up that needs my help. I know you two are going back to Mystic Falls, Kol, you keep her safe or I'll have your head on a platter. D, you and Lil D be good," he warned as he came over to kiss her temple and hugged her tightly.

"Never!" she giggled.

"Kol stop being a bad influence!" Marcel snapped.

"This is all her," Kol retorted.

"I'm a natural rebel!" she preened.

"Lord help us, I'll be back in a couple of weeks at the latest, but probably end of the week, I expect daily calls," he warned as he left.

Rebekah was sitting in the study with Klaus and Elijah as she looked at her two older brothers, who seemed uncertain.

"Kol's new vulnerability is a problem," Klaus stated then.

"How is it a problem?" Rebekah demanded. "He's a witch again, which is what he's always wanted!"

"He's human now," Klaus stated harshly. "He's fragile and vulnerable and we have enemies!"

"You mean you! You can't hurt him because then you'll kill him!" Rebekah snapped.

"I believe Kol's newfound mortality is because of his fight with Silas," Elijah stated. "Davina shoved the cure down Silas' throat while he drained Silas to keep him from Davina. In draining him it is probable that he drank the cure. From what I've ascertained from his notes about the Silas cure it was to return a person to their original state before immortality."

"You think…"

"I think if people know exactly how and why he's mortal he'll be in more danger from people like Miss Gilbert and the Salvatore brothers who desire the cure."

"You think he's the cure?" Rebekah whispered.

"It's a theory I would rather not test out. It is also information we need to protect to keep him safe." Elijah turned to them, and she saw Klaus' expression was thunderous. Clearly no one had thought Kol could be the coveted cure, and Rebekah was horrified they hadn't thought it before Elijah had said it.

"Why? What do you think?"

"Kol stated that upon draining Silas that Silas crumpled to dust and collapsed in a heap of bones, it makes me fear that perhaps extracting the cure from him will have his lifetime catching up to him and he is a thousand years," he pointed out.

"Then we will keep him safe, he is our brother," she stated fiercely. "He's fought for us for a thousand years when we ask him to, we'll fight to keep him safe this time!"

"You think Kol, the wily fox, will permit us to protect him?" Klaus sneered.

"Not openly, but if he permits us to be close then we will be able to protect him," Elijah stated.

"No matter his schemes."

"Niklaus, Kol now has decades of life, not centuries, whatever his schemes, his plans, we should enjoy our time with him before he is no more," Elijah stated softly.

"He won't…?"

"He claimed immortality an afront to nature, he will not seek another route for forever," he stated softly.

Rebekah swallowed hard then as she closed her eyes. Her big brother had decades left, and that thought hit her harder than his mortality or him becoming what she had yearned to be again. He would grow old, he would live a life, fall in love if he was lucky and die when he was old and grey and wrinkled. In this era, he wasn't likely to die in battle or in a dangerous quest, he would be old when he died, he would surpass sixty years of age, he would get a chance to be alive.

"We should… we should cherish his time," she whispered harshly.

"We should," Elijah agreed.

"You will let him die?" Klaus demanded harshly.

"He has decided his fate, Niklaus with his mortality. He will come to an end one day, what day I do not know," Elijah stated.

"At least in this era he won't be summoned to battle, or killed in a war, or by disease, he'll grow old," Rebekah smiled.

"He loved war and battle too much," Elijah chuckled humorlessly. "But it is good he's in an era where that is not likely to happen, we can enjoy his time with him."