I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina groaned as she came to and flinched a little at the dim light. Immediately she saw a face looming over her which had her flinching a bit as she looked up at hazel eyes.

"Davina!" Hayley breathed. "I'm so sorry."

"Why?" Davina grumbled as she slowly moved.

"This is all my fault," Hayley murmured as she moved hair off Davina's head.

"You kidnapped me, that's a first," Davina muttered.

"Um no," she chuckled dryly. "But I did make an enemy of Tyler. I betrayed him for information and as a result twelve people died, his pack and his mom."

"Ah," Davina nodded. "Shane's information on your family."

"Yes," Hayley nodded shamefully. Davina took a sharp breath as she lay there. "I was a selfish bitch, I used his uniqueness and betrayed him, and I got twelve people killed."

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"You were used. Shane used you as a means to an end just as you did this Tyler. We all do things we regret, Hayley," Davina acknowledged as she finally lifted a hand to her face.

"I got people killed and you kidnapped."

"I'm sorry," Davina murmured.

"I'm going to kill Tyler..." Hayley muttered.

"No. You're not."

"He kidnapped you!"

"He's not the first, probably won't be the last," Davina confessed.

"Davina..."

"Hayley," Davina shifted around and smiled at her weakly. "This is little me talking, and I'm telling you, don't hurt him. He's hurt and lashed out, it's okay, Kol and you saved me. But an eye for an eye is just going to make everything bloodier. I'll talk to Tyler. Maybe we can sort something out."

"And if you can't?" Hayley asked sharply.

"Then that's his choice, and the consequences will be on him. Big Me's shown me enough bloodshed about revenge for me to think maybe it's not the way to go. You did something bad; he did something bad; it's not going to make it right trying to kill each other all the time."

"And what would you do?"

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"Well... before Big Me, I'd want his head on a silver platter," she admitted shamelessly.

"Davina!"

"What! I would! But I'm a teenager! I'm supposed to do extremes and want revenge, you're an adult, you're supposed to be better than me," Davina defended as she rubbed her eyes.

"When'd you get to being so wise?" Hayley chuckled.

"When I got dumped in a river running for my life. Where's Kol?"

"Keeping Tyler contained while he waited for you to come around."

"Mmm," she hummed.

"Marcel will be here soon, he is not happy," Hayley muttered.

"Why? I was the idiot who was lending my attacker the phone, he yanked me right out of the house," she grumbled. "That's it, not much Marcel can do about that after the fact."

"No, but he's your dad, Davina."

"Great," she muttered. "I'm never going to be unsupervised again."

"Probably not," Hayley chuckled. "I'm so sorry, Davina."

"It's okay," she whispered.

"Oh good you're awake," the sheriff walked in then and Davina sighed. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"No," Davina answered. "I do want to talk to this Tyler," she declared with a massive yawn.

"That's not going to happen," she started.

"Let me rephrase, I'm not pressing charges, I'm not filing a complaint or whatever, but I would like to talk to the guy who got me stuck in the hospital," she grounded out as she turned to glare at the sheriff. Her powers had things rattling which had Mrs. Forbes raising her brows unimpressed.

"You know what my daughter is, you're not scaring me, sweetie," Mrs. Forbes stated.

"I'm not trying to," Davina grumbled.

"You're sure about not pressing charges?" Sheriff Forbes pressed.

"Only if I get to talk to him!"

"I will see what I can do," Sheriff Forbes sighed as she left.

"Davina," Hayley started.

"Don't, it's Little Me, and I hurt," she muttered. "Big Me is livid and she can't talk to the sheriff because she'll give away something, she's so mad so she's making me."

"Davina Claire, teenage witch extraordinaire and weirdest split personality disorder ever," Hayley informed her.

"Don't make me laugh, it hurts," she pleaded.

"I was told you were awake, and it's good to see you again, though not under these circumstances," she looked over when Keelin walked in.

"Hey," she greeted.

"How are you feeling?"

"I hurt," she muttered.

"Not surprising," Keelin sighed. "You have a have a slight concussion, and a small linear fracture, right here," Keelin said holding up an x-ray of her skull. "You can see it here," she said as she traced it. "You'll need bedrest, and you will be confined here for a few days, but I'm not too concerned about it, these tend to heal on their own. You did have multiple ribs bruised, you must've re-hit where you had already hit the column on the island. Good news is nothing is broken, I was concerned about your spine, but x-rays are showing it's good, no fractured vertebra."

"I can feel my legs," Davina assured her as she drew them up and hissed in discomfort at pushing herself up to sit.

"That's good, and you should..."

"I want up," she muttered determinedly.

"Very well," Keelin and Hayley helped her up, and Hayley slipped another pillow behind her. "Now, my biggest worry is the bite mark, it was deep already when I stitched it up, but with you going into a river and tearing open most of the stitches have exasperated it. I'm going to watch that carefully," Keelin informed her. "And other than being one massive bruise, Davina Claire, you're alright."

"I feel like a bruise," she muttered.

"I don't have you on any narcotics, I will need to speak with your guardian," Keelin started.

"No, no narcotics," she shook her head vehemently. She could remember her father when he had been on opioids, it wasn't good, she vowed no narcotics in her life. "I'll be fine."

"Alright, but you'll be taking a few things, I'll go over them with you when you've got more energy," Keelin said softly.

Davina nodded as she hugged her ribs.

"Tyler has agreed to talk," the sheriff informed her as she appeared. "However, Kol Mikaelson has demanded a word."

"Of course he has," she sighed as her head fell back a bit.

"We'll leave it to you, but I'll talk to Kol before he starts in on you. He's been very worried about you, man should be a doctor," she smiled.

"I'm not surprised," Davina admitted with a smile tugging at her lips.

Kol came in after Hayley and Keelin had stepped out and spoken with him. Now he came to her side and looked her over with a critical eye.

"Hi," she smiled.

"Davina Claire, bloody hell," he shook his head.

"It's been a week," she dryly mused.

"That's an understatement," he sighed as he sat down.

"I'm sorry," she grimaced.

"Don't be, I shouldn't have left you alone, love," he sighed as he leaned forward. Resting his elbows on his knees. "You scared the hell out of me."

"I know, I'm sorry for that," she sighed.

"Nothing to apologize for love, you didn't do anything."

"Were you the bear?"

"Hm?"

"The bear that saved me," she murmured.

"Yes, and the ravens, the stags, and the pumas," he listed.

"Impressive! Can you teach me?" she demanded.

His lips quirked a bit then. "Of course, love, when you're well again," he decided, and they looked at the door to see the sheriff there. "You're not being alone," he warned.

"Overprotective, possessive Viking," Davina grumbled.

"I don't like my friends being harmed," he shrugged and gestured for the door to open. Davina turned her head as Tyler was rolled in, he glared at Kol then sneered at her.

"Sheriff said you want to talk," he sneered as he glared at her.

"Yeah," she admitted with a small smile. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for your loss," she said softly.

Now Tyler's eyes widened.

"What Hayley did was wrong, and I'm sorry you were dragged into this mess that is so much bigger than you, and that your pack and mom died because of it," she said softly. "It isn't fair, and it wasn't right."

"You... you're sorry?" he sputtered.

"I am," she nodded. "They were killed for a guy named Shane, he was going to give Hayley information on her family, but he was trying to raise a very bad thing from the brink of death."

"How do you know?" Tyler asked.

"Cause, twelve in magic, for a sacrifice it creates a power to draw off of called Expression, it's powerful magic," she explained.

"Davina," Kol started.

"He deserves to know why they died," she said softly. "I was told there were two massacres of twelve, there would've been another if this had continued, and I am sorry for your loss."

"Why?" he asked with a harsh voice. "Why tell me this, why be this, I kidnapped you!"

"Because I have other worries, and I am sorry you were collateral damage before I got here," she said. "But so was Hayley, so were those humans, and your friends, and I'm sorry about it," she murmured.

"Why?"

"Because being collateral sucks," she answered. "I hope you get better things in the future but getting revenge on Hayley won't solve anything."

"Klaus is going to kill me if I hang around," Tyler muttered.

"I'll take care of Klaus," she assured him.

"Really?" Kol raised his brows.

"Your brother is wrong hunting people for centuries and you know it," she reminded him.

"Is this Big or Little...?"

"Little, but because of what I know of big," she answered.

"Very well, love, I will help you sort that out," Kol begrudged.

"You're not killing him either, no one in your family is, no loopholes," she warned.

"You have my word."

She nodded then as she looked back at Tyler. "I'm sorry again, for what's happened," she said softly.

"I... you're letting me go!?" Tyler asked in confusion.

"Yup," she nodded, "I don't want to see you ever again, but I'm not going to hunt you down and get revenge though. I got other problems to solve."

"Like what? You're a kid?"

"Saving the world, preventing evil, the usual things," she said teasingly. "I'm sorry Tyler," she said softly. Tyler nodded with teary eyes.

Kol was the one to roll him out to the sheriff and he sat down. "Should've let me kill him."

"No. We have other things to worry about."

"Marcel will be here on a few hours," he stated.

"Can we run away?" she asked with a wince of her own.

"No, but I'll be taking a brunt of his wrath."

"If he tries to kill you, I'll distract him, you run," she said.

"You rest," he chuckled. "I'll get Hayley back in here," he promised her as he stood, he pressed his lips to her brow, and she felt her face heating up a bit. "Just rest, love," he said softly and went to go get Hayley.

Davina sighed as she closed her eyes and felt herself resting again. She felt so battered and beat up, it reminded her of things she wished weren't lurking in her mind. Sighing she focused on breathing, because it was a matter of mind over matter, and she didn't mind, and it didn't matter; she remembered that being her dad's mantra before he had run off from her mom and hers' life.

She didn't hear Hayley enter as she focused on her breathing.

She didn't even remember when she had fallen asleep only when Keelin came in to check her over because of the concussion; she was annoyed with the flashing light.

Marcel was there when she woke again.

"Hey, Lil D, rest up," he said softly.

"You're here?"

"No place I'd rather be," he assured her softly. "Go to sleep, D, we'll talk tomorrow."

"M'kay," she muttered as she felt herself falling asleep.

There was a stirring, she could feel it, something was retching everything she needed out of her grasp. Everything she was working for was unravelling and now! Now she could feel a powerful familial magic unfurling, which terrified her. If she could not fix her wrong before nature distorted, she could never find peace.

"Hello," a voice said, and she twisted around to see young man with a broad brow, strong bone structure, dark green eyes, and bronze curls. He was a tall as her husband had been, and broader, which had her stepping back.

"Who are you?"

"Someone who is after the same thing," he answered. "My name is Silas," he stated.

"Esther," she answered.

"I believe we can help each other," he said, and she frowned. "You were brilliant enough to create a copy of Qetsiyah's immortality spell, you're obviously clever and powerful, what if I helped your power."

"How?"

"I can help you and your son break through the veil, and you bring me with you," he said.

"I already was using a ritual to do that," she stated.

"Just let me help you, you're running out of power," he pointed out.

"Why would I want your help?"

"Because we both want your son dead," he answered. "Your son stole my peace from me, I will steal his," Silas answered.

"Mother I..." Finn appeared then and she smiled at her eldest son. His woman appeared with him; they had been inseparable on this side since finding each other.

Kol was sitting in the hospital lobby when Keelin found him. Marcel and Hayley were with Davina, Tyler had been released and now he was just waiting.

"Hey," Keelin greeted him with a smile as he read over a tabloid; which was trash and sipped his coffee.

"Dr. Malraux," he set aside his paper as he stood up when she entered. "What can I do for you?"

"I was actually going to call you when Hayley had called me about Davina," Keelin informed her.

"About?"

"Your bloodwork, and your test results," she explained. "Everything looks good, though I would like an MRI to see how your magic has been reconnecting."

"An MRI?" he asked.

"MRI stands for magnetic resonance imaging," she explained. "I'd just like to see your brain and how it's handling the growth of magic, I understand you're a thousand years old."

"Give or take," he admitted. "What's my brain got to do with my magic?" he asked as they sat.

"I've found that most born supernaturals; witch or werewolf, they utilize a part of the brain, which is not used in humans, with your age, and your... change, I would like to know that everything is working right, and you're not going to be harmed," she explained.

He nodded.

"Does your magic... does it feel the same?" she asked.

"It's been a thousand years, darling. Nothing feels off," he confessed. "It's a lot of power, but it was always a lot of power, as to using it and worrying about it, I utilized it for what I knew was complex magic when I was a witch the first time and it felt easy, it didn't take much power to utilize the spell or connect to the earth," he shrugged.

"How'd it feel?" she asked.

"It felt natural."

"You didn't feel a splitting headache or anything?"

"No. Nothing hurt. If anything, it was too easy," he explained.

"Easy?"

"Magic is about connection, to nature and self. Witches, who are not siphoners, generate this connection and can utilize magic, there's only so much magic they can connect and generate though. A weak witch can connect to a greater power and channel it but it's about connection and surrender, magic though is generated within a witch. I've always had an easy time with magic, it's just something as simple as breathing to me, but I don't think I generated power like this before," he admitted.

"You're sure?" she asked.

"That I've never generated this power?" he clarified.

"Yes."

"I don't think I have, but again, I haven't been connected in a thousand years."

"That's good to know, I'd still be interested in running tests."

He nodded. "I'll think about it," he said softly.

"If I'm right, you and Davina will have a similar active part of the brain that normal humans, non-supernaturals, do not have active."

"That's interesting," he admitted honestly. He had never was one to actually look at the brain and it's functions. In a lot of the times, he had been alive it wasn't believed the brain operated much of anything, but then they had changed a stance on that he had started looking at it, poking around but never certain.

"I'm glad you think so," she chuckled.

"No, it is," he persisted.

"Well, from a guy who's watched medicine evolve for the last thousand years, so I take that as a compliment," she said.

"Thousand years, makes me sound old, darling," Kol chuckled.

"You are. But your bloodwork came back, perfectly healthy for a twenty-two-year-old man, though you could stand to have a bit more Vitamin B in your system," she shrugged.

"I'll keep that in mind," he nodded.

"Davina's going to be alright," she told him softly.

"I know," he answered.

"You can go home," she persisted.

"No," he shook his head. "I can't, not until she's out of here."

"Why?"

"We're partners in crime, darling. I also have adopted the American belief of leaving no man behind," he sighed.

"Where were you born?"

"Here, actually," he chuckled. "My family came further south than they should've, them and their people, we settled this area long before the Americans, we lived amongst the tribes of the area and formed trade," he explained.

"That's amazing."

"It was a long time ago, different life. I'm going to go check on the coffee addict and make sure she's resting," he said as he stood to go check on Davina.

He glared as he passed his brother's pet hybrid. He had already spoken to Klaus, he knew that his brothers wouldn't ever act against Tyler because they wouldn't break Kol's given word. It would go against their family. Still, he wasn't happy about letting the bastard go.