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He could still hear the crystal shattering against the cobblestones when he looked at his baby brother's drawn face. He hadn't been able to hold the decanter. Elijah had returned to the compound holding him up; he'd been all but unconscious between Elijah and Elena.

That had been twenty minutes before. The couple had refused to answer any questions until after they had put Kol to bed claiming the younger brother needed to rest.

Elijah lowered Kol onto the bed in Amara's room while she closed the door.

"Now what?" She raked her hand back through her hair.

"I had her," Kol's mumbled voice just reached their ears. He fought to stay awake, but sleep was quickly pulling him in.

"Get some rest," Amara murmured, "Dahlia won't hurt her."

Elijah heard his heart slow. Kol was asleep a few seconds later, but he could tell it was not restful; his eyes moved rapidly behind his closed eyelids.

"I didn't think he'd sleep at all," Elijah moved back towards the door.

"He didn't," Amara shook her head, "not willingly. I can be," she chewed her lip and tilted her head, "persuasive when I wish."

"You…" he looked at her through narrow eyes, "… you compelled him?"

"He needs to rest," Amara sighed. "He's worn himself out, and if he has any hope of finding her he'll need to sleep and recover." Her eyes darted to the door. "Klaus wants answers."

"Can you blame him?" He gave Kol a pointed look.

"Any idea what to…"

"How about the truth Amara?" Elijah cocked a brow.

"I'm sorry," Klaus stared at the brunette, "I think I'm going to need to hear that again."

Caroline sighed and leaned forward.

"Elena took the cure and it did something to her memory," Caroline met his blue eyes, "yes I know. She forgot everything about this life; all of her memories were replaced with the ones from her first life."

"And in that life she was my sister," Amara crossed her arms. She leaned back in the club chair. "My sister and a powerful witch; when she left here she was going to bring Kol back."

"Which she did," Klaus' eyes darted to the upper floor. "They then ran off somewhere while you came here."

"Yes," Amara nodded.

"Where is Elena… Alenka… now?" Klaus rubbed his hand over his jaw.

Amara closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath before explaining the message she had gotten the previous evening shortly after Dahlia had taken Hope.

"I called her and told her what had happened. Freya wasn't having any luck finding Hope; I thought Ellie might do better," her eyes darted to the blonde witch. "She did, by the way. She and Kol caught up with Dahlia, and somehow… Kol was not very forthcoming with the details… Dahlia took her and Hope."

"How powerful could she possibly be?" Rebekah scoffed.

"My sister broke through your aunt's cloaking spell; she completely obliterated it," Amara's tone dropped. "She also created the world's first immortality spell, and brought your brother back from the other side. My sister's abilities are not on trial here."

"What the bloody hell would Dahlia want with her?" Klaus gripped the edge of his chair.

Amara cocked a brow and leaned back in her chair. She would not be the one to reveal her sister's condition, but she wouldn't deny it if he figured it out either.

"Perhaps we should focus on a way to deal with Dahlia once we find her," Freya sighed. "The only way to kill her is to combine Viking ash, Norwegian dirt and the blood of our mother which is impossible to get."

Energy twisted and writhed in the air. It pulsed, shifted and convulsed around him.

Kol jerked awake and scrambled out of the bed in time to cover his eyes against a flash of light. He lowered his hand when the magic settled and gaped at the space on the bed.

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he moved forward and carefully untied the bright flower. Pulling the waking baby into his arms he took the flower and quietly made his way downstairs.

By the time Kol was standing outside the sitting room Hope was blinking slowly on his chest and shoving three fingers in her mouth.

"I might have something for that," he cleared his throat.

Klaus twisted in his chair and had to do a double take when he saw his brother and daughter. After a moment of stunned silence he flashed across the room and pulled the sleepy child into his arms.

"How did you get her?" Klaus lifted his eyes from Hope to Kol.

"I didn't," he shook his head, "she came to me; appeared in the middle of the bed."

"But how?" Rebekah's eyes darted from Hope to Kol. Having been returned to her vampire body she could hear his heart beating from the other side of the room.

"Ellie?" Amara guessed. "She sent Hope home. Dahlia's going to be furious with her."

"I want that witch dead," Kol tightened his grip on the flower stem.

"That's unlikely to happen," Freya murmured with her eyes on the baby, "we need…"

"Mother's blood," Kol interrupted. "I heard you. I also know of a foolproof way to bring someone back from the other side."

"Mother's not on the Other Side," Elijah shook his head, "she was turned into a vampire weeks ago after you died."

"Then I'd suggest putting her on the Other Side," Kol lifted the flower for Amara and Caroline to see, "and quickly. I have every intention of bringing her back before the sun rises."

"You sure you're up for that?" Caroline worried her bottom lip. She could think of only one reason Dahlia would have taken her friend which meant the brunette would be kept perfectly safe, but she would be royally pissed if she found her way back to a dead husband. "You don't even have the spell."

"He doesn't," Amara agreed. Her eyes widened with realization. "Elijah does."

"I do?" A line appeared between Elijah's brows.

"You do," Amara nodded. "You found the spell in her room. Kol can translate and prepare everything, and Freya can perform it."

"We just have to kill mother first," Rebekah nodded.

"For which you'll need me," Amara stood from her seat. "She'll have to pass through me before she can be brought back."

"Once we've got mother's blood we'll find Dahlia," Kol nodded.

"We don't have to find her," Freya shook her head, "she'll come to us; she wants Hope."

"That woman has my wife," he glared across the sitting room. "I have no intention of sitting back and waiting for her to come to me."

I've realized that by making Elijah a doppelganger I've opened the door for a potential crossover which I'm thinking might happen.