A/N: IMPORTANT!!! Here's a quick recap: Esther never came back from the dead; all the Mikaelson siblings are alive and free; before they left Mystic Falls, they turned Elena into a vampire; some of Klaus' hybrids are still alive and the sire bond is broken; most of The Originals season 1 already happened. This takes place right after Davina died. ALSO COMMENT!!!I mean this!! Comments really motivate me to update faster! If you don't comment I'll probably forget to update this story here!

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Klaus had nightmares every night. He was used to dreaming about Mikael, sometimes Esther and his siblings. It all depended on what type of guilt he was drowning in.

After his father's death, however, Klaus began to have dreams about Mikael and Hunter more often.

There was something odd about these new dreams. They felt too much like memories, and they were far too peaceful.

Klaus used to dream about his childhood years. Those were always peaceful too, but only at first. His dreams always turned into nightmares.

He was Klaus Mikaelson after all. The Gods would most likely cut out their hearts before they allowed him to have a night of peace and happiness. Or at least, that's what Klaus believed.

But these new dreams with Mikael were different…As though Mikael was challenging the gods, daring them to bring misery to his boy's mind…Not even the gods would dare cross the Destroyer, not while he watched over his children's dreams.

In such dreams, his father sat beside Klaus as they both watched Hunter play or draw.

"He's a very smart kid." Mikael would say, wrapping his arm around Klaus' shoulder and pointing at Hunter. "He reminds me so bloody much os you, my boy…"

"Will he hate me for what I've done to you?" Klaus finally mastered the courage to ask one night.

"No, no…. He's too kind to hate. Besides, you two have too much in common…He'll adore you, son." Mikael touched Klaus' cheek, cleaning a tear. "You two will be good for each other. You'll feel less lonely…And I'll always be watching over you…"

Klaus woke up from his dreams in a cold sweat. His undead heart beating fast in his chest. It took him hours to shake off the feeling of dread which had taken over him.

When he finally managed to drag his mind away from his dreams, Sophie Deveraux stormed into the Compound.

It had been a week since Davina died and none of the harvest girls had come back from their graves. So, obviously, she and Marcel were extremely frustrated. But Klaus had no intention of making that his problem. Especially not when he had so many other problems of his own.

"What is it now?" Klaus said, strolling down the stairs to meet Sophie, Marcel, Rebekah and Elijah in the entrance patio.

"Something happened last night." Sophie said, her hands shaking and her voice filled with sorrow and fear.

Klaus had never seeen her this scared before. Sophie was not easily scared.

"Tell then what you told me." Marcel said, touching her shoulder.

"Someone—a boy. He couldn't be older than 16. Maybe 14? I don't know, but he…" Sophie sighed, shaking her head. "He stole cursed objects and magical ingredients from the cemetery last night and…he opened Davina's grave…and took her body."

"Could the boy be a friend of hers?" Elijah asked, "Some young witch who thinks he can resurrect her on his own?"

"Could he do it?" Rebekah asked, gazing at Marcel.

Klaus followed her gaze. He wasn't a fan of Davina. But she was just a child, and Marcel cared for her. Klaus had always seen Marcel as a younger brother, and he hated seeing him so miserable.

"No." Sophie said, "He might be able to bring her back, but he's definitely not a friend…"

"Well, either way, it's best you get on with a location spell so we can find both Davina's body and this strange boy." Klaus said with a smile. "You have my permission to do the spell."

"I didn't come her for your permission!" Sophie said, staring at Klaus defiantly.

"Tell him the rest of it, Sophie." Marcel said, touching her arm and glancing at Klaus.

Sophie sighed. "He's powerful. The boy. I felt it." She said, biting her lip. "He has the same kind of power that my sister and I felt when Hayley arrived in town… Only a thousand times stronger." She gazed at Klaus. "He's a hybrid, just like you, but able to use magic. He shouldn't exist. And I think…" she laughed bitterly. "I think he's be your son. And the only way we might have to bring our girls back."

Klaus stared at her, his heart almost carving its away out of his chest.

"You're lying." He whispered, shaking his head as though that would make the world make sense again. "This is a lie. A plot against me…"

"You said the same thing about Hayley," Rebekah said, holding her breath. "And you were wrong, Nik."

"No." Klaus repeated numbly, he strolled through the patio, searching for liquor. "This can't be true. I just broke my curse…" he babbled.

"Niklaus may have a point." Elijah said sternly. "The child couldn't be as old as you claim he is."

Sophie scoffed. "I said he looked no older than sixteen." She said, "But his powers are much older. A thousand years older…"

The three Mikaelsons stared at Sophie, their mouths half open and their hearts beating to mixed rhythm of dread and happiness.

"Can you still do a spell to locate him?" Rebekah asked at last, a half smile on her lips. She was excited to be an auntie, even if the idea of a "mini Niklaus" was absolutely terrifying.

"Could you also perform a spell to determine if the boy is in fact Klaus' son?" Elijah asked, glancing at his brother and trying to smile.

"Sure. With one condition." Sophie said, raising her chin and holding their gaze. "Whoever this boy is, he might be my only chance to get my niece back…so no matter who his father is, you'll help me get him to bring the harvest girls back."

"You have my word." Elijah said, "We shall help with whatever we can."

Sophie nodded, laying her purse over the table and preparing the spell.

Klaus watched her, his heart drumming in his ears. Images of Hunter and Mikael flashed behind his eyes. Perhaps his dreams were an omen. Perhaps his son would kill him, just as he had killed Mikael…With his soul shrinking into the abyss of his chest, Klaus thought dreadfully: "I'll never be as good a father as Mikael was…"

"Brother…" Elijah said, his eyes full of concern as he touched Klaus' shoulder. "Can you remember if—."

"Not now." He said, his lips trembling. "This boy is an impostor…he has to be." Klaus whispered, without looking at his brother.

"And if he isn't?" Elijah asked, glancing at Sophie. "What do you want to do about it then?"

Klaus held his breath, as though he was under water. Everything around him was too slow and too fast at the same time.

"I don't know." He whispered, tears mapping his face.

What in hell's name could he do? Other than try to be a good father…although, in his heart, Klaus knew he would fail miserably…

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The spell took longer than they expected. Or, at least, it felt as though it took too long.

Marcel sat beside Sophie, watching the spell closely. Rebekah had sat across Sophie, anxiously reading a magazine. Elijah set beside her, reading his book. His gestures seemed calm and precise as he turned the pages. But his eyes jumped around the words on the paper, only partially paying attention to their meaning. Time and time again, he looked up at Sophie.

Klaus, however, paced around the patio, as though he was a caged animal only hours away from being put to death.

"So?" Klaus blurted, as Sophie stopped chanting. "Have you determined the location of this impostor?"

"Yes." She sighed, getting up. "But I'm almost certain he's not an impostor, Klaus."

"But you do need the boy's blood to be certain, do you not?" Elijah …

"Yes." Sophie said, a tired smile on her lips. "I do."

"Well, then," Klaus waved his hands. "Give us the fucking location and will extract some blood from whoever is plotting against me."

Sophie rolled her eyes with a sigh. She looked down to the map laid on the table, ready to give Klaus the location. But only a gasp escaped her lips.

"It's not possible." She whispered to herself.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! what is it now?" Rebekah said, getting up.

"He's here." Sophie said, swallowing dryly.

"Well I'll be damned!" A boyish voice echoed from behind them. "I suppose I made quite an impression with my antics last night, didn't I ?"

Hunter Mikaelson stormed in, sweet as only the Devil could be. And he came bearing gifts! In his arms rested an unconscious Davina Claire.

"I'm Hunter, by the way." He said, running his eyes over the surprised faces of his audience. "Hunter Mikaelson."

"Is she alive?" Marcel asked, stepping forward, his eyes full of dread.

"You still have ears, don't you?" Hunter replied, a smile shaping his face as Marcel listed to Davina's heart beats.

"Can you bring back all the others?" Sophie asked, tears in her eyes.

"Yes." Hunter said simply, his dark blue eyes fixed on Klaus, shining with a mix of curiosity and anger. "But I'd like something in return for my services."

Klaus stared at the boy. He could not hold his gaze, but he could not look away. Klaus opened his mouth, but the words stuck to his throat. Hunter…the boy Mikael raised for only God knows how long. The boy who watched Klaus kill Mikael… how could he ever expect Hunter to forgive him?

"And what would that be?" Elijah said, slowly analyzing the boy's features. He was the spitting image of Niklaus when young, yet something about the boy's posture, the way he spoke…he reminded him of Mikael.

"I have a proposition." Hunter said, raising his chin. "You give me something I want, and I bring the harvest girls back to life."

"Alright." Marcel said, watching Hunter carefully lay Davina on a sofa. "What do you want?"

"This is about Mikael, isn't it?" Klaus whispered, his heart twisting in his chest.

"Yes." Hunter said, his lips trembling as he held Klaus' gaze. "This is about Mikael…" he looked down, swallowing his tears. "He raised me…but I guess you already knew that." He raised his chin, glancing at Klaus defiantly. "I want his aches. He's my father. You killed him, and I—."

With a move of her hand, Sophie broke Hunter's neck.

Klaus speeded to catch Hunter's body before he hit the floor.

"What the fuck did you do?" Rebekah asked, grabbing Sophie's wrist.

"He'll be fine." Sophie said, her eyes cold and determined. "This way we have more time to think about what to do…" she glanced at Klaus. "Make sure he's not an impostor and all that…"

Klaus held his breath, his arms wrapped around Hunter's body. With all his heart he wished this boy was Mikael's. It would be much easier to beg for his forgiveness if Hunter was his brother. But with every fiber of his being, Klaus Mikaelson knew the boy he held on his arms was his son by blood and love…

"The boy will not hate you." Mikael's words rang on Klaus' ears. "He's too kind for that. And you'll be too good of a father for that..."

Klaus held Hunter's head close to his chest, praying that his father was right, both about Hunter's kind heart and Klaus' ability as a parent.

But only time would tell what would become of Hunter Mikaelson.

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A/N: That's it for now! I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave comments! Also if you like this version of Mikael, check out my other stories!