I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies
Bonnie learned Kol Mikaelson was the most dedicated, knowledgeable, and carefree witch to ever exist. She didn't think that was a thousand years of disconnection, the way he used his magic was like a limb, it was an extension of himself. Things had been flying around her head for the past week with how he used his gifts, he was also quick to revive plants and flick fires to life, he'd also make miniature rainstorms for watering plants, and throw wind around casually when he wanted to. Nothing about what Kol did with his magic seemed to take much work or effort on his part, for which she envied him because he had her working over basic spells.
Biggest thing she had learnt in a week without big or little Davina, Kol was a mischievous soul, but his patience in teaching was boundless. Bonnie had wanted to throw a book at his head whenever he told her to try again, or progress not perfection. He made it all seem so easy and he'd been disconnected far longer than she had been. She hated that this was so easy, but worse, he was patient; it made her really want to hate him.
"This is frustrating," Bonnie announced as she fell back in her chair, she hadn't been able to bring dead flowers to life, she remembered once when that was the easiest thing in the world.
"Stop forcing it," he stated as he continued bottling his potion.
"How come you're making me do this?" she asked.
"Davina told me to help you, I'm helping, reanimation magic is about connection, you've established a connection with spiritual magic, now let's try natural and traditional," he said as he carefully measured out what he was pouring.
"I can do this when I connect with the ancestors."
"Ancestral magic should not be your answer for your connection. You need to do this, just... stop forcing it, let it feel you, when you and the flowers form a connection then you will be able to reanimate the simplest forms of life," he stated.
"How is this so easy to you?" she asked.
"Huh?" he looked up from sealing the potion.
"Seriously, how is this so easy for you when you were disconnected for a thousand years, and I was disconnected for a few months."
"I never practiced Expression," he countered. "And when I was reconnected, I went back to nature, I practiced Elemental, Spirit, Traditional, and many others, I've also had a thousand years of education and magics I desire to learn and utilize. I wasn't like my mother, I didn't practice Dark or Black Magic exclusively, I felt they had no use outside of extreme cases."
"I..."
"Dark or Black Magic are just dangerous, darling, they aren't bad for connection or the soul, they're just dangerous. And I've done them, but they weren't my main source of practice, much to my mother's irritation. Now, focus on your pot," he ordered. His phone chimed and he was grabbing his jacket to leave.
"Say hi to Davina for me!" she called after him.
He waved her off and she shook her head as she went back to focusing on the pot.
Kol walked into the hospital to see Marcel at the desk filling out paperwork.
"She's still on light work, Kol," Marcel warned before he could ask how she was.
"We're not doing anything crazy," he dismissed.
"You two are up to something and just cause I'm not a witch doesn't mean I don't know when something's up," Marcel reminded him. Kol shrugged as he walked into the hospital room to see Davina pulling on a massive hoodie. Davina's numerous bruises had gone from horrid blacks and blues to sickly shades of greens and yellows over the week, though there were still parts of her that were red and black.
"Hey," she smiled brightly as always.
"Hello gorgeous," he smiled charmingly as he walked in.
"You're just saying that" she muttered. "I look terrible."
"I am not, you're the prettiest witch in the area, except myself, of course," he shrugged.
"Of course," she snorted and hugged her ribs a bit as she lowered herself into the wheelchair.
"I've completed the potion, we'll dose them tomorrow," he said softly as he picked up her bag and handed it to her before taking off the break and wheeling her out.
"Already?"
"It's been a long month, and not long," he sighed.
"It has," she agreed with a sigh. "Little Me escaped the Harvest, Big Me woke up in Little Me's body after dying, we've met, ran amuck, saved the Bennett witch from Expression, thwarted Shane raising the dead, got kidnapped; the first time; saved the Hunter, sailed to an island you called Helheim, hunted Silas down, killed him, you turned back into a witch, we reconnected your magic, I got kidnapped again, it's been a very busy month."
"Not to mention your confusing case of split-merged personalities," he muttered.
"That's not on the list."
"It should make the list," he countered. "Speaking of the split-merged personalities love, I have an idea. I've been reading over a lot of materials I have on the Gemini Coven, and we have three events we can use for a version of their Merging Ritual."
"What three?"
"There's the vernal equinox, the summer solstice, or the autumnal equinox, they're naturally occurring celestial events we can utilize," he said. "I'm for an equinox personally as that's all about balance, and equality between light and dark. I've also reached out to the Gemini Coven to see if there's a way to do this," he admitted.
"You did?"
"Yes, it wasn't easy, but they're coming here," he explained.
"Why?"
"I offered an exchange of information, I have something they want, and they have something I want, I proposed a trade between us," he admitted. It hadn't been easy finding the Gemini Coven, but he had found them, and they had agreed to meet with him and his 'Coven' for the information exchange. Especially when they had learnt there was a Bennett witch here and in his 'Coven', Kol wasn't going to get too wrapped up in technicalities with that.
"What did you offer them?" she asked.
"Information on the Travelers."
"What?"
"Don't worry about it, love, just know, I have information they want and they're willing to help us sort you out," he stated.
"Mmm," she hummed.
"Alright, D, ready to escape this prison joint?" Marcel appeared with a broad smile.
"I just want a shower," Davina declared.
"Can't blame you, Hayley has finished trading around your rooms, so you don't go up any stairs," he explained.
"That's a relief," she admitted with a small smile.
"And tomorrow you and I will have a movie night," he said.
"D, I still think you need better tastes in friends," Marcel informed her.
"I like this one," Davina assured him.
Kol preened and glared at Marcel who glared back. They would never like each other, and Kol knew that, but they could tolerate one another for Davina's sake.
"When you're healed up darling, you and I are going to start working on your self-defense," Kol informed Davina.
She groaned and he smiled.
"I'm with Kol on that one," Marcel stated. "Though having watched you spar in the last week, none of that fancy shit, just basics for her at first."
"Wait, you've been sparring!?" Davina demanded as she tilted her head back to look at him.
"He's been sparring Klaus," Marcel stated. "I mean, I learned to fence from Bekah, but the way you fight..."
"I taught Bex everything she knows," Kol smiled dangerously. "I liked the activity when I was a human, as a vampire though you can just beat whoever you go against and there's no skill required, it's not as invigorating."
"You still learned though?"
"Naturally, it's a way to pass the time," he dismissed. "But if I could teach Bekah behind our father's back then I can teach you, love."
"Just no showboat stuff, I don't want any more trips to the hospital," Marcel warned.
"I wouldn't send her to the hospital."
"You're freshly human, and she's freshly healed, I don't want to test this and find both of you in the damn hospital!"
"Human doesn't mean fragile," Davina quipped.
"D tell me that when you don't look like a giant ass bruise," he chided.
Kol chuckled at Davina's pout as they made it to the car. Marcel loaded her up and Kol loaded up her things. Once she was loaded up, he walked to his car and drove back to the house. Jogging into Nik's house he saw Rebekah in the study reading.
"Whatcha got there, Bex?" he asked coming over her as he saw it was his notes.
"I was trying to decipher your latest scheme," she chuckled.
"Not a scheme. It's a theory about a merging ritual for Davina," he answered as he took the notes from her.
"For Davina?"
"It's complicated Bekah," he called as he walked back up the stairs towards his room. Once he was there, he tossed his notes on his bed and pulled off his coat. Changing into a shirt and sweats he sat down, poured himself a drink and started looking through his notes on the Travelers. Kol hadn't actively thought about the Travelers since his initial slaughtering of them.
"How complicated?" Rebekah appeared which had him about jumping off the bed in shock.
"Bloody hell Bex!" he saved his drink and took a sip of the bourbon.
"Kol, how complicated!" she persisted urgently.
"She's not going to die if that's what you're worried about," he lied. Davina had already told him she would die, but he'd be damned if he didn't try to save the both of them in some manner of preservation. A merge of some sort would mean Davina was Davina, and neither big nor little Davina would be lost, they'd be one; they already did that on some level because they both seemed to operate together and as one.
"Kol!" she hissed.
"Davina's got two souls, I'm just trying to figure out a way for them to become one," he informed her as he looked back over his notes on the Travelers. Rebekah snatched up these notes and glared at him.
"Start explaining, because even though I'm not a witch I know merging is dangerous!" she hissed.
"Oh bloody hell," he grumbled as he rubbed his hand over his face. "How about this Bex, you can come to movie night and talk to Davina yourself about this."
"You..."
"It is not my place to explain her story, but as I can't solve it, I'm thinking to fix it," he stated.
"You're inviting me to movie night? Like your date night?" she sputtered.
"It's a piss poor date if it's a date, Bex, Marcel is there, this is something Davina started up. We're watching something called Indiana Jones," he informed her. "Supposed to have action, adventure, plot, fighting something called Nazis, that sort of thing according to Davina."
"You're supposed to be courting her!" Rebekah hissed.
"You've gone mental," he sighed. "She's a child, Bekah, I'm not courting her! Besides she's my partner in crime."
"You're sweet on her!"
"I am not!"
"You flirt with her!"
"I flirt with every woman, Bex, and some men," he pointed out blandly.
"You spend all your spare time with her!"
"Witches, and partners in crime now," he reminded.
"Kol!"
"Rebekah!"
"By the gods you are dense!" she seethed.
"And you're mad, what a pair we are," he cackled as he grabbed back his notes on the Travelers.
"I'm going to help you, if only to keep the love of your life alive before she's dead and you never knew it!" Rebekah hissed.
"Seriously, did Nik hit you in the head recently or have you always been this mad?"
"She's perfect for you Kol!"
"You're going mental dear sister!" he countered.
She glared at him and he smiled charmingly.
Jo was sitting in her new apartment looking over the note she had received from her coven. Her siblings were on the phone as they talked to her about a message that had just appeared in their coven and had the elders on edge but curious.
"This witch is Kol Mikaelson?" she asked as she looked over her students' papers.
"Yes," Luke answered. "He said he had information on the Travelers."
"Kol Mikaelson is an Original Vampire, the Original Ripper, who killed off most of the Travelers in the fourteenth century," Jo stated. She remembered her father stressing that lesson. Mikaelson were a blemish in the world of nature, but the fact Kol Mikaelson had killed the Traveler's vicious leader, Markos, had had the Gemini Coven tentatively leaving him to his own devices. It was said he had resided with them for a small period of their history and attempted to help them fix the Merge.
"So, you have heard of him?" Luke persisted.
"Yes, but as I said, he's not a witch, he's a vampire, he's an Old One if you want to be technical," she answered.
"He's offered an exchange of information, his intel about the Travelers and he wants information on the Merge," Luke stated.
"The Merge?"
"Yes, he's been specific, he knows things about it, Jo," Luke grumbled.
"Makes sense," she muttered.
"Why do you say that?"
"Kol is a thousand year old vampire famed for his witch knowledge, if he's looking for information then he'll have good information to return," Jo admitted.
"How do you know?"
"Our great-grandmother travelled to New Orleans to work with him," Jo admitted. "I would trust his information."
"Why would he say he's a witch instead of a vampire?"
"I don't know, not much is known about Kol beyond the fact he is the worst of the worst of the Originals, and the most unpredictable if crossed," Jo admitted as she leaned back in her seat and wracked her brain for old witch information she had dismissed in her life. "The Mikaelson family is an unknown, there's no known record of their start or how they became vampires in any history, many Covens have looked into it. Kol Makaelson was the one famed for being friends with witches and sought connection to magic. He's also deeply knowledgeable."
"So... should we?"
"I wouldn't say trust him, but I would trust the information he wants to give the coven. He's been around longer than most everyone, and if he's seeking information then I would work with him, perhaps he knows a way to break the Merge curse," she sighed.
"He's in Mystic Falls," Luke informed her. "Could you... be our representative?"
"What!? Luke I'm not..." she started.
"Please, it will take Liv and I a few weeks to get there and it sounds like he's in a hurry. If the information is good then this might be our best chance to stop the Travelers once and for all," he pleaded.
"I'll meet with him," she sighed.
"Care?" it was Elena's voice at the door of her room.
"Go away," she mumbled from beneath the covers.
"I... I thought you might need a friend," Elena said uncertainly.
"Just go away Elena," Caroline muttered.
"Care..." she started.
"My boyfriend is a psycho, the man I'm attracted to is a psycho, everyone is a psycho! And Davina got hurt because of my boyfriend after everything she's done to save our friend Bonnie and your brother, and Tyler goes and hurts her to hurt that werewolf slut!" she screeched as she sat up. "I don't even know how I'm going to apologize to Davina!" she admitted. "And none of this would've happened, if we hadn't been looking for a cure for your vampirism! Tyler would still be here, with me, and Klaus would... I don't know, but not be after our heads, and none of this would've happened."
"Care..." Elena came to sit down beside her. "I'm sorry."
"I just am tired of everyone getting hurt," Caroline finally admitted as her breathe hiccupped and the tears started again. "This year was supposed to be the greatest of our lives, and it's just a mess."
"It's okay," Elena said as she hugged her.
"No, it's not! It's never okay," she sobbed. "And you keep sleeping with that man slut!"
"You're bringing that up now?" Elena sighed with exasperation.
"Yes," Caroline acknowledged.
"Would it help you to know that Damon and I aren't a thing anymore?" Elena murmured.
Caroline nodded.
"Then we aren't, we had a blow out and I don't think I'll ever forgive him," Elena conceded.
"Finally!" Caroline sobbed.
"So, you win," Elena muttered. "And I guess you were right about Davina too."
"Who are you and what have you done with Elena Gilbert?"
"Har-har, I came over cause your mom called and said you were having a hard time this week, and I kind of know I've been a crap friend lately so I thought I could help fix this," Elena admitted. "I brought Devil Wears Parada, Bride Wars, License to Wed, and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. And I have popcorn, two bags of chocolate in various forms, facials, nail polish, curlers, and fuzzy pajama pants."
"You... really?"
"I know I've been crap at this friendship thing lately, but with Jer sane again, and no cure being real, I guess... I'll accept this fate, and I need to grow up to do that."
"I'm so proud of you!"
"Stefan is too," Elena confessed.
"You two are talking again?"
"Yeah, he's been... he's been understanding about all this," Elena acknowledged meekly. "I still can't believe I slept with Damon."
"Gross, we're never talking about it," Caroline stated. "Movies and chocolate and some tlc!"
"Care... we're, we're good right?"
"Um... we will be... Nothing's good right now," she admitted.
"Davina will forgive you, she seems like a mature person," Elena offered.