The Bazaar, Leith

Into the long, bustling aisle of an indoor bazaar, Kath wanders happily around the haphazardly organized stalls until she finds the familiar booth under a shitty handmade sign: JENNA SOMMERS. WARRANT BROKER.

She passes right by the unmanned front area and heads towards the curtained-off back tent. She slinks on to a chair opposite of the former Killjoy pouring her a cup of tea which Kath takes. She takes a wary sniff before sipping the burning amber liquid.

Jenna starts amusedly, "Makes six Warrants you've cleared this cycle."

Kath bates her eyelashes, flirting. "You worried about your old record?"

She chuckles at the bored expression Kath is currently wearing and leans in conspiratorially. "We both know I'll just shoot you if you get too close. Where's Kol?"

Kath replies with a shrug, "I'm on my own this week. Got any low-level Warrants I can knock out fast? Some level twos or threes?"

"Sure. Repos, transpos…" Jenna comments offhandedly, checking her screen. She arches her brow. "But shouldn't you concentrate on finishing your active Warrant?"

Kath returns it. "What active Warrant?"

Jenna gives her a measuring look and then slides a tablet to her.

"The level five Warrant you signed on for I don't know, twelve hours ago? One Coby Andras."

Kath glances down with a quizzical frown. It's a standard digital ACTIVE WARRANT with her photo ID paired with the target's mugshot (Coby Andras) under the flashing words (LEVEL 5) and a countdown clock. Kath looks back at Jenna oddly. She pushes the tablet back.

"Jenna," she stalls. "Level Fives are kill-work. I don't do those."

The blonde stares. "Exactly what I told your partner when he called in for the support intel."

"Kol?"

What the fuck did he do now?

Jenna grins predatorily, "Mm-hmm. Pretty boy said he was helping you prep it, so I gave him the info."

There's a pregnant pause, a stillness in the room.

Jenna cocks an eyebrow. "He wasn't lying to me, was he? Using your name to chase a Warrant above his rank, maybe?"

Kath scowls inwardly, her features rearranging itself to a bland smile. "Of course not. That'd be illegal."

*K/K/K*

Back on the ship, Kath paces the small, utilitarian cockpit area until Lucy, the ship's AI, chimes in.

::: Subdermal comlink in range. :::

This is what Kath has been waiting for.

"Kol Mikaelson, whatever dumbass shit you're doing, stop. I'm almost there."

She catches the tail end of his words almost drowned out by other loud bolstering voices. "Um… I can't really chat right now, Kath -"

"Then just listen. Poaching a Level Five? What the hell, Kol! We're hunters, not executioners-"

"Kath! I have no choice. It's personal, alright? I'll explain later. Just stay out of it," Kol rebuts.

Kath hears a small beep and then nothing.

::: Comlink deactivated. :::

She stares incredulously at the cockpit screen. "Did he just block me?"

::: Affirmative. :::

Kath grabs her jacket and runs out.

"Oh hell no. Lucy, override that. Let me know when you reconnect his com. Tell him I'm coming to kick his ass."

::: Understood. Ass-kicking imminent. :::

*K/K/K*

Fight Arena, Prison Space Station

Moments later, The guard undoes Kol's electric cuffs and shoves him into the ring, closing the gate behind. He stumbles to a stop, looking up as he hears the other gate close, and then a roar from the crowd as his opponent enters, clearly a crowd favorite. The two men get a look at each other and Coby Andras freezes in a fighter's stance.

"Kol?"

"Klaus. Goddamn," Kol hisses as he gives the other a wide berth. "Guess I didn't really think it was you until now. How have you been, bro?"

Klaus looks around rather pointedly, "Okay… Indentured fighter."

"Right, yeah."

Kol takes a step forward while Klaus takes a step back.

"What are you doing here?"

Kol glances around furtively but the impatient crowd is so loud that they can risk talking. Klaus begins circling as the crowd chants his alias: "Andras! Andras!"

"I'm busting you out," Kol replies.

Klaus just stares confusedly. "You paid my debt?"

Kol scoffs at the absurdness. "Oh hell no! Do you know how much you owe? By the way, that is incredibly irresponsible. I got a guy in the infirmary, you just have to fake an injury and get sent there. I'll handle the rest. Okay? So… fake a hard dive in three… two…"

Klaus punches Kol hard in the face and the crowd goes wild. Kol yells, holding his bleeding nose and looks back at Klaus with an almost comic brotherly betrayal.

"Ow! Are you kidding me? Ow! What the hell? Seriously?"

He barely ducks the next punch, rolling out of the way.

*K/K/K*

Arena Crowd, Prison Space Station

Elsewhere outside of the circuit, Kath weaves through the small but vocal crowd, hurrying to keep up with a uniformed middle-aged supervisor as he lopes along, reading a tablet and making notes.

"... So, just call off the fight and let me have my partner," Kath finishes.

He half-snorts at her statement. "Yeah, "just call it off." And have my tits handed to me by my boss? I don't think so."

She protests, "You can't keep him in there. The Company has no authority over Killjoys."

But the supervisor continues making his checks. He glances briefly up at the match and smirks at her. "He wants out, all he's gotta do is ask. Until then? Paying viewers love a bloodbath - and your boy looks like a bleeder."

She blocks his path and holds up her Warrant.

"Okay, I didn't want to be a jerk and pull rank, but I have a Warrant for Andras," Kath warns.

He reads it, barely amused, and then begins walking again. He raises his voice to be heard over the crowd. "Good for you. But I don't have to help either. I know the law. Killjoys only have possessions if they make physical contact. You gotta lay hands, baby girl. Good luck with that."

He nods at the electrified cage with a grin, heads on his way. Kath watches him go with a scowl. "Thanks for your help."

She looks aside, trying to think and reacts suddenly, squinting at who sees in the crowd opposite her…

A young, very handsome and wickedly charming man with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, dressed in super avant garde, with his hands clasped in the front, silently studies the fight while the crowd cheers around him.

Kath mutters under her breath. "Oh you are shitting me."

*K/K/K*

Fight Arena, Prison Space Station

Inside the arena cage, Kol and Klaus circle one another, trading blows. Good as Kol is, Klaus is clearly bigger, faster, tougher. Kol fakes and then lands a right cross with a satisfying thunk. Klaus comments, "Not bad! …Still dropping your right, though."

Kol reflexively covers as Klaus lands a kidney shot, and then maneuvers him into a chokehold.

Kol grunts whilst trying to wrestle out of the hold. "Still fighting dirty."

"What're you gonna do, cry to mom?"

In a fit of rage, Kol snarls, "Asshole. Mom died three years ago." He follows up with a well-connected hit to his solar plexus. The news sends a shock to Klaus who loses his balance, stumbles into the electrical fence. He regains his footing as he stares at Kol who is fighting for breath.

"Mom died? I'm sorry. I didn't know. How?"

Kol shoves his brother with a hard push to the chest.

"She had Quinsy pretty bad the last couple of years. Couldn't find you to tell you. But that's exactly what you wanted, huh? Cut ties with everyone? Even me? Huh? Why? Huh? Where have you been?"

Kol shoves Klaus one more time but this time, Klaus hits back with a brutal hook combo that sends Kol crashing hard. Klaus stands over him, pointing angrily. "Leave it alone."

Kol spits some blood out, staring up at his brother hatefully while the crowd goes wild for the smackdown.

*K/K/K*

Arena Crowd, Prison Space Station

Outside the circuit, Kath sidles up the man without sparing a glance.

"Lucien," she greets politely.

He quirks his lips in return. "Kath."

"Who's your collar?"

Lucien replies, "In the cage with your boy. Level Five Warrant. You?"

She sighs and flashes her Warrant to which Lucien whistles.

"Double booking a Kill Warrant? Damn. Someone must really want this poor bastard dead."

Kath risks a glance. "Nah. Who does that? Gotta be a clerical error, right?"

Lucien shrugs, "Could be."

She concurs, "So we should just call this off, go straighten it out with our Brokers-"

"And as soon as I leave, you double back and claim the kill yourself? I don't think so," he disputes.

"You've got trust issues. You should see someone about that," states Kath.

He turns towards her with a quaint smile. "I don't think we've ever gone head to head, have we? Should be fun." He gives a parting smirk and exits.

Kath drops the cool act, cursing. She snakes behind the stands and reactivates her comlink. "Thank the Trees. Kol, you hear me? Outta the pit. We got another agent on your target, play time's over."

Kol grunts in return. "I'm working on it!"

*K/K/K*

Fight Arena, Prison Space Station

Kol catches his brother in a wrestling grip, trying to hold him down. He grunts in frustration. "You stay down! Why won't you let me help you?"

In response, Klaus gets the upper hand and puts his little brother in a chokehold, dragging him to his knees so he can whisper urgently into his ear, " I am helping you! This shit is rigged. They don't let good fighters go, they just invent more and more debts until you can't get out. So remember… I'm doing this for your own good."

Kol wheezes, "Doing wha-"

Klaus knees him hard in the face, followed by a whiplash kick that spins Kol with its force, sending him crashing back on his stomach, blood spraying whilst the crowd roars.

Through the haze, Kol can still hear his partner practically shouting at him via the comlink still lodged in his ear. "Kol, leave the mark."

He pushes himself up and stares at Klaus's back, spitting out blood as he defiantly replies, "He's not a mark. He's my brother."

A/N: Please leave a review if you're able. This is my first time trying out a crossover slash alternate universe fandom fic. I'm not entirely sure how this works. I realized there aren't many TVD & Originals Crossover fics in this sector. I really appreciate any sort of feedback or criticism. Thank you for reading.