I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Kol looked at the potion and at his brother's 'guest' bourbon and he thought about the right portions; he did. He knew that in ten minutes Hayley would be here to 'thank' Klaus, and Klaus being a host would offer her a drink, which would be the guest wine on standby. They would drink, and then do whatever it was Klaus did to seduce a woman, and that would lead to them having sex; the potion would just ensure conception. Then again, in Davina's time there had been no need for the potion. It was a conundrum, especially because he knew Davina had fucked up time this go around. Kol pocketed the potion as he stood; he would let things play out naturally and then make adjustments to the plan if Hayley didn't get pregnant.

The potion would be the backup plan, but he wouldn't use it until he knew how tonight played out. He fingered the vial carefully in his pocket as he walked to the foyer.

"Where are you going?" Klaus demanded from the stairs as he came down.

"Movie night," he answered. "BEKAH!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she huffed as she appeared in pajamas like he was in sweats.

"Movie night?" Klaus' eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"At Davina's, we'll be back tomorrow," Rebekah informed Nik as she caught Kol's arm, and they walked out. They were pulling out of the driveway when he saw the lights of Hayley's Jeep coming towards the house.

"So… how do these movie nights usually go?"

"I don't know, I haven't attended, I said I would if I was not watching one of those love dramas you so love dragging me to."

"Oh come on Kol! Romeo & Juliet, Tempest, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Cleopatra and Mark Antony, they're iconic! And you read all the greatest love stories with me!" she persisted.

"I prefer Taming of the Shrew or McBeth if we're discussing Shakespeare's works," he offered.

"You have no appreciation for romance," Rebekah huffed.

"I do, when it's not the center of the story, Bex," he chided.

"You and I used to compete for Jane Austin," she pointed out.

"A good story is a good story, Bex," he smiled at her.

"Uh-huh," she snorted. "You're a child. However, will you win over your fair maiden's heart?"

"By remembering she's not my fair maiden and more than happy to break every bone in my body should I ever think her a damsel in distress," he quipped. "Have you heard from Elijah?"

"He was taking care of a few financial issues up in Boston before he came home," she answered.

"Financial?"

"He hates it here, Kol."

"Can't blame him," Kol muttered.

"Well you're not leaving without Davina," Rebekah stated.

"Too right," he admitted. He'd finish up a few things, then he, Davina and Hayley were all heading to New Orleans with Marcel.

"Kol?"

"Yes…"

"You're happy, right?"

"Happy?"

"Growing old, dying, being human?" she clarified.

"Yes."

"Then…I only have a few decades with you, and I'm going to cherish them and harass you to get married!" she declared.

"Rebekah, I'm twenty-two!" he pointed out. "In this era, that's young."

"Only give or take a thousand years."

"Those are relative. Everyone lies about their age, Bex."

"You're horrible!" she shoved his shoulder which had him snickering.

"I try," he assured her.

"But seriously, what are you going to do with your life now that you're mortal?"

"I don't know, Bex, I just got it, and I'm still sorting out an all-consuming evil problem with the little witch who's highjacked whatever life I had before the whole mortality thing," he answered.

"What sort of evil?"

"Mother, Silas, ancient curses, killing monsters, that sort of thing," he shrugged.

"Mother's dead Kol, you saw her die."

"Rebekah, if I thought for a second Davina had lied to me about our mother, I wouldn't have bothered with her."

"But she helped you with Silas?"

"Only after I informed her of Silas, then we deviated from her plans so she could aid me," he explained.

"She… she wasn't here for Silas?" Rebekah asked.

"She was here for mother," he answered. He left out that she was here for him as well.

"Davina…" she started.

"Talk to her, if she wants to tell you, she shall, but if she doesn't desire to, just know she came for my help, I did not ask for hers; she offered it."

Rebekah seemed to take this in as they pulled into the driveway of Marcel's cabin. Getting out of the car he jogged up the steps into the cabin. Biggest drawback to being human again; though he still loved it, was he felt the elements. And being human in biting cold wasn't pleasant, he remembered how dangerous it was.

"Hey, D just finished getting settled," Marcel greeted. "Why the hell is she here?" Marcel demanded.

"Don't be cruel, Marcel, Kol invited me along," Rebekah quipped.

"Come in," Davina called out. Kol walked back to the couch where Davina was curled up. Her bruises were yellowing up well, which was a relief.

"Evening love," he greeted as he came to sprawl out beside her on the couch. Davina smiled brightly as she sat curled up and with heavy eyes. He didn't think she'd stay awake long, but then again, she was in a lot of pain, rest aided in healing.

"Hey," she greeted. He noticed how her cheeks pinkened a bit and decided he was dealing with little Davina, who always seemed to blush when she was under scrutiny. It was an aspect of her innocence he enjoyed.

"How's today?"

"Probably better than I look," she answered tiredly. "Marcel wouldn't let me have coffee."

"You need rest, coffee won't aid in rest," he chided. He moved her hair aside to see her cut, he was pleased it wasn't inflamed and didn't look to be leaking pus or another liquid it shouldn't.

"Mmm, admittedly the shower felt more divine than anything that hospital did for me," she yawned.

"Good, tonight we'll let nature take it's course, if nothing arises, we'll go to the backup plan," he inquired gently as he traced the wound on her head. "How's the head?"

"Minus the caffeine headache, and the resounding headache of smacking my head, great, I'm only seeing one of you," she intoned tiredly.

"That's good," he assured her.

"So, D, it seems Bex is joining us," Marcel groused.

"That's fine," Davina decided as she shifted to twist around and hug Kol as she tucked herself against his side.

"Her stiches look good," Kol said to Marcel.

"That's a relief, she's been uncooperative when I try to check them."

"He pokes hard," Davina grumbled in his chest.

"Lil D…" Marcel grounded out. Kol shook his head at Marcel as he could feel her falling asleep. "Tonight, we're watching Raiders of the Lost Ark, I'll get the popcorn."

Rebekah had taken a seat on the other side of her brother, she saw the little witch, a hideous shade of yellow and green now, tucked up against Kol with her head buried against his chest and her arm slung over his stomach. Davina's hair acted as a tangled dark net to make it look like she had trapped Kol's arm and hand which had been draped over her.

The movie was half fun, Kol and Davina though seemed so utterly exhausted they had fallen asleep in the first thirty minutes. Marcel, about three quarters of the way through the movie, when Kol had started snoring softly and Davina was clearly sound asleep, had stopped the movie to drape a warm fuzzy blanket over the both of them. Rebekah nodded when he jerked his head for her to follow.

She walked after him into the chilled night when he offered her a beer. Rebekah accepted.

"So…"

"I still don't like him," Marcel declared as they both looked in where the duo slept. "But I can't deny that's he's the best thing for her," he muttered sourly.

"A compliment for Kol from Marcellus Gerard?" she chuckled. "And you didn't drop dead, maybe it's a sign from the universe!"

"It's just Marcel, as you know," he warned her playfully. "And no, I had to think about it."

"She's the best thing for him to," she informed him delicately. "What made you think about it?"

"He's Kol Mikaelson, Rebekah," he stated as if that were the most disgusting fact in the universe. "I wanted to rip him into a million little pieces because of his relationship with D, or even being in her general vicinity."

"She's not a little girl, Marcel."

"She's my little girl!" he snapped furiously. "And she's been through hell. And he is the worst of the worst Bekah, he slaughters people, plays with them, toys with them, he's wild, and unpredictable."

"He's…"

"Bekah, other than your father, Kol is the most feared of your family because he's so unpredictable," Marcel stated firmly. "However, I'll admit he's different with Davina which makes him tolerable."

"He's not," Rebekah sighed.

"He is!"

"No, Marcel, he's not. When we were human, Kol was wild, he was unpredictable, he was independent, he was stubborn, he loved to pull a fast one on someone but when you caught him in a lie he'd tell the truth. Of all of us, he was the least monstrous as a human. Probably because he was a witch," she explained. "He was a wily old fox long before mother's spell, and he's still one to this day, he was feared, he was loved, he was revered, he's the only witch I knew who applied magic in combat. Father loved using him for that. And while we were all mama's boys and a daddy's girl, Kol was what you see now. Losing his magic, it turned him into a monster. Davina connected to his humanity, I don't know how, but she did."

"He was always a monster, Bekah," Marcel sighed. "But he does bring out something in Lil D no one else does, and he gets her in ways no one else seems to be capable of. I still don't like him, but I like what he does for her."

"I like what she does for him. We used to do that," she murmured as she picked at the label on the beer.

"We…"

"You made me better," she asserted.

"You made me better too," he murmured.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You never came back," he replied. "And I didn't leave again."

"I wish I had," she whispered as she came closer to him. Marcel's eyes darkened as his gaze flicked to her lips then to her eyes. "I wish…"

"You would never marry a man who couldn't best you," he murmured as she came closer.

"Perhaps I don't want to be bested, Marcel. Perhaps I just wanted you," she said softly. "That's why we called my father."

"And you still chose them."

"They were all I had other than you, and I thought you were dead," she admitted.

"You fell in love again."

"Not how I loved you," she reminded him gently. "You made me feel…"

"What?"

"Human… I admit, I love too easily, but I would rather love than spend an eternity feeling hatred and rage, because I feel those enough," she confessed softly.

"I…"

"I wish I had come back for you…"

He closed the space between them as his lips came crashing down on hers and his hands tangled in her hair. She deepened the kiss; she had never been a passive kisser as she pulled him closer. He hooked her leg around his hips as he lifted her to the porch railing. Dragging her nails over his back she shivered feeling his hands glide up her thighs to her hips.

"Rebekah," he gasped. "Rebekah, we… we can't!" he groaned.

"We can."

"No, we can't," he panted. "My kid is currently sound asleep on your brother, and you don't know how to be quiet," he said as he nipped her bottom lip.

"We could…"

"No, not after everything Davina's been through, I know Kol'll protect her, but I don't want her that vulnerable," he shook his head. "And he's still adjusting to being human."

"You trust her with Kol," she smiled.

"Believe me that doesn't make me happy," he sighed. "How the hell does that girl sleep through his snoring!?"

Rebekah laughed as her head fell against his shoulder.

Hayley was thumbing through the art. She was feeling really hot, and wet, and needy for an alpha, the man who had saved her pack. Klaus had been a good alpha, a very good alpha, and her wolf was a bit enthralled with the good alpha Klaus had shown. Then there was the way Klaus was looking at her had her wanting to jump him, let him have her however he wanted, he had helped her save her pack. She knew he was a strong, capable alpha of making her feel good. God, it had been so long since she had last had sex! Good sex! Klaus was alpha male enough for her inner wolf to purr that he would know what to do, he would know how to make her feel amazing.

She tried to focus on the art, his art, he was very good. Even if she disliked it. "Hate that. Too much. I don't get that. I don't care." She paused at a painting of a lonely night then. "Hm! This one, doesn't make me wanna puke. Why did you paint it?"

"Painting is a metaphor for control. Every choice is mine. The canvas, the color. As a child, I had neither a sense of the world nor my place in it, but art taught me that one's vision can be achieved with sheer force of will. The same is true of life, provided one refuses to let anything stand in one's way." He explained.

He was looking at her with hooded eyes, and she could all but scent his arousal as he neared her. Fuck, she wanted him. Knocking back the rest of her drink she played with the crystal as she let him inspect her. His wolf was showing, scenting her, and fuck, it was making her wet.

"So, this is your thing? Show a girl a few mediocre paintings, whine about your childhood and I swoon and spill all my dirty secrets?" she breathed as she batted her lashes, feeling coy.

"I felt I had many charms, but, regardless, I'm enjoying myself." He exhaled and she smiled as he came closer.

"I didn't come here to be charmed," she whispered as she eyed his mouth. He had a beautiful mouth for a monster, but fuck, she wanted that.

"What did you come here for, little wolf?" he panted as he started backing her up.

"I can't remember," she admitted as the tumbler fell from her fingers, his hands caught her waist, dragging her closer as his mouth caught hers. She couldn't breathe as he shoved her up against the wall, his hand shoving her skirt up as her fingers delved into his curls. His hands were smooth, but hard, worked, powerful, and she wanted the bruises, and the marks.

Fuck! Why had she come here? She wondered as she nipped his jawline.

Marcel was awake early in the morning, and he noted that Kol and Davina weren't on the couch which had him backtracking to Davina's room. He was pleased to hear Kol's snoring but peeking in he was displeased to see his daughter tangled up with Kol Mikaelson. At least she was safe, he reminded himself as he walked to the kitchen.

Rebekah appeared wearing nothing but his shirt as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Morning," she greeted.

"Good morning to you too," he smiled as he kissed her lightly.

"I missed this," she murmured.

"I did too," he admitted.

"Where are Kol and Davina?"

"Kol must've taken them to Lil D's room," he answered. Rebekah darted off to take a peek. He saw a flash but didn't dwell on it as she came running back with a massive, giddy grin on her face.

"Look, they're so cute!" she giggled as she held up the phone.

"Bekah!" he whined.

"Oh, come on," she chided.

"You're already planning a wedding, aren't you?" he sighed.

"Yes, I'll be fully prepared for when Kol finally pulls his head out of his arse," she declared gleefully.

"That's my baby girl," he pouted.

"And she'll always be yours, but you have to admit, they're going to happen," Rebekah stated with confidence.

"I hate that you're right," he muttered. "I hate it so much."

"It'll be wonderful!" she grinned and nearly bounced.

"It won't be, no, no it will not be wonderful! You're trying to set up my kid with your psychotic brother!"

Klaus groaned as he came to and looked at his bed companion. He traced the mark on her shoulder and moaned as he rolled over her as her hips shifted against him. He wanted more.

Hayley moaned as he kissed his way along her jaw and his hands slid around to cup her breasts. She was still soaked for him, and still wanted him. He was happy to please the alpha female, and more pleased she desired him after he had saved her pack, proved he was a good alpha to match her.

"Fuck!" Hayley gasped.