Two things surprised Davina when she woke up.

The first was that she was waking up, because that would imply that she fell asleep in the first place. She didn't think a glass of wine would be enough to get her to sleep with his anxiety over the plane. As she found her eyes fluttering open she realized that the wine had done just that.

The second was that she had fallen asleep on Kol's shoulder. It was something that she quickly remedied as she snapped her head up and away, as quickly as her groggy brain allowed.

She gave a silent thanks when she saw he was asleep, and therefore hopefully never saw that she'd gotten too close for comfort. There were no written rules for the position she was in, but even with the ring on her finger it felt like it was crossing a line.

Her preoccupation of the shoulder dilemma took her mind off the fact that she was a plane that was close to landing. The act of landing a plane is significantly larger than taking off, something that Davina had made sure to educate herself on. Her mind was on Kol as they reached that point in the flight, so when she heard the pilot announce they were nearing London her mind went straight to waking him up.

The most effective way of waking him up was a small shove to a shoulder her head had recently acquainted itself with. She had earlier tried saying the words "wake up" with the necessary amount of vigor, but it didn't work, so shoulder shoving it was.

Waking him up proved to be an awfully simple task though, so it was only a matter of time before she realized the 'buckle your seatbelt' sign was lighted and they were nearing descendsion.

Then she could've cared less for if Kol was awake or if his shoulder was really that comfortable.

"So when are we seeing your family?" she asked, trying to distract herself from what could be her impending death. It wasn't an irrational fear either, it could very well happen. Her chances were slim, but they existed. She could control many aspects of her life, and she when she could she did, but it wasn't up to her if an airplane decided to malfunction.

"Well we're staying at my parent's house, so we'll be going there right after we land," he told her, very aware she already knew and was just talking to talk.

"If we land," she muttered, and he raised a brow in slight amusement.

"We'll land, the odds are probably in our favor with this one."

"There's always a chance we could be that one in a million," she pointed out, and the plane jolted as it began to descend. Her hand were white from their grip on the armrests in seconds.

When they landed, without a hitch, just a concerned Davina, he made an extra remark.

"But the odds say we won't be." He shot her a smug grin, which she returned with an exasperated sigh. It took her a moment to relish the fact she was okay and hadn't died in an attempt to con the government, but after she did she helped Kol with their carry on.

"In the mood for some last minute cramming?" she asked later, when they were waiting on their luggage.

"We left the note cards back in New York," he pointed out.

"Just recalling information helps." Enough practice was never enough when it came to real world problems, like being able to recount a false relationship with a fake fiance's family.

"What's our favorite movie to watch together?" he asked.

"Anyone Alfred Hitchcock, though sometimes we go the Batman route."

"What's the most elaborate date we've ever had?" He grabbed the first of their bags off the conveyer as she came up with a response.

"We we snowed in for four days together in your apartment, and it was early on in our relationship. We ate cereal and I complained about the lack of food in your apartment," she said as if she was reminiscing. It couldn't be a true testament of her acting skills because she hadn't been put to the real life test yet, but Kol had confidence. "Which is why you try to make more of an effort with your groceries now," she reminded him.

They went on like this for the rest of their wait. Once got all their bags they slowed down their conversation to focus on finding their driver.

"What's my favorite color?" Davina asked Kol, one last test before they had to slip into engaged mode. They had spotted the sign that was marked Mikaelson, but it was their family driver who was according to Kol was a bit of a gossip.

"Trick question, you don't have a favorite," he countered. The one time they'd gone over the topic she had offhandedly said that she wavered between blue and purple.

His response had her smiling. It wasn't in a teasing way, nor as a confirmation to what he had said. The smile just made it's way onto her lips without much thought.

"Mr. Mikaelson! How are you today," he greeted, not sure what to call the girl to his side. The ring placed on her finger and her proximity to Kol led him to a conclusion, but having known the youngest son for quite some time he doubted it.

"Jet lag hasn't hit me yet." He wasn't sure how else he could respond to such a generic question. Good? That hardly got a conversation going.

He took note of the driver's quick glances to his side, where Davina made a point to be awfully close to him.

Her thinking was that too close for comfort no longer applied when they were trying to sell that they were madly in love. She shifted in her spot as his family driver eyed her for a second. Standing her ground she released her grip from her luggage to extend her hand. The hand used was chosen with some thought.

"My name's Davina," she introduced, giving the man a firm handshake. It was the first of many.

"I am slightly terrified," Davina whispered when they got out of the car. A forty minute ride later and they had been deposited outside of the Mikaelson home. It should've probably been followed with something grander than home. Manor was better suited. "Or I'm intimidated," she corrected, "to be honest I can't really tell."

He reached down and squeezed her hand. He wrote it off as being in character, which was her conclusion when she felt it.

"That is entirely justified," he assured her, which wasn't providing any relief.

Yet she tightened her grip on his hand. She wrote it off as a replacement for the luggage she could've been holding, but that their driver would be taking in for them. He wasn't exactly sure what to think.

With a deep breath she released his hand and she started walking towards the front door. It had to be twice her size, though one could argue that wouldn't make it all that big.

Kol did the knocking, Davina was too busy trying to calm down her shaky hand. She was never the biggest liar, opting for omission of the going got tough, but she had turned her life into a falsification.

There were best and worst case scenarios to who opened the door. The best option being the staff, who would escort them in without much fuss. Mikael wouldn't bother with the door, so luckily he wouldn't be the first family encounter that Davina had. His mother was a possibility though, knowing he was on his way.

Kol couldn't place right away if the person who opened the door was one of the better scenarios.

"You must be Davina!" Rebekah exclaimed, eyes darting down immediately to the her side where her ring laid. She greeted with a warm smile, and pulled the unsuspecting girl into a tight embrace.

It felt out of place for his sister. She was a pro at balancing icy yet hopelessly romantic in the past, but it seemed all bets were off.

"That's me," she squeaked, feeling a bit suffocated in the blonde's tight embrace. Her eyes darted to Kol in worry, but she returned the other girl's hug.

Kol hadn't prepped her for a warm welcoming Rebekah.

"It's lovely to meet you." She finally pulled away and gave her room to breathe.

"Great to meet you too." She had just barely hidden the relief in her voice that she had pulled back. Rebekah was a lot taller than Davina and when she's pulled pulled into a hug like that she has no room for air.

"Come on in, it's cold out," Rebekah commanded, and Davina quickly followed her in. Kol stood for a moment outside the door before his sister beckoned, "You too, Kol. And it's lovely to see you as well." She flashed him a large grin and they were all soon in the the foyer of the house.

The foyer was three times the size of Davina's apartment. Again, one could argue that wasn't much, but still, Kol's childhood home was huge.

Rebekah caught her staring, but noted that it wasn't envy in her eyes it was a bit of fear.

"Mother's out doing some business, as is Mikael, so for now it's just the four of us," she said, causing Davina to break her trance.

"Klaus and Caroline aren't here yet?" Kol asked, finally speaking.

"They kept their flat in London actually." The pair had decided they were going to take a year to travel the world together, and had announced to everyone they were selling their home. Kol had mentioned it to Davina, who found it hard to believe, but they had the means. Anyone else would have had to wait until they were in their retirement. But it worked out for Caroline, who was writing on a travel column as an alternative to her normal work. "So they're staying there unless they absolutely need to be here," Rebekah added. Kol easily translated that into 'they're staying there until they have to be in the same room as Mikael'.

"Who's the fourth?" Davina asked. She doubted that Rebekah was including any of the staff around the house in that number.

"My husband," she replied with a smile. Stefan Salvatore, an attorney all around nice guy according to Kol's intel. "He's doing some work right now, some big case that can't be ignored."

Davina nodded as if she knew the feeling.

"Well Rebekah, I take it mother told you the news?" Kol confirmed, stopping his sister from advancing any farther through the house. He knew she had taken note of the ring, but he also knew Esther had surely told her.

"That she's having people donate to charity instead of giving her gifts?" She pondered, the grin on her face giving her away.

Kol moved close to Davina and reached for her hand, clasping their fingers.

"We're engaged," he announced.

"I know," she said, and her smile turned into a smirk for a split second but it returned back to its excited purse. "But I didn't dare think it true until I heard it from you. And I must say, good ring choice. I also must admit the rumor took me aback, you know with Kol's record and-" Rebekah went on to give a condensed reasoning as to why she thought Kol could have died alone. Davina just kept nodding and laughing where it seemed appropriate until the blonde had lead them to another room.

"Hey Kol," Stefan mumbled his hello as he typed away on his laptop. He put enough energy into his words they were friendly, but the man looked exhausted. A cough from his wife stirred him from his work and he looked up to find an extra person in the room. An extra person holding hands with his notoriously single brother in law. "Oh, and hello Kol's friend."

Rebekah was many things, but she wasn't an awful gossip. So Kol assumed the real engagement announcements would continue. They really should have waited until everyone was in a room together and then announced it to avoid the hassle.

The next person to receive the news quickly got up from his seat and closed the gap, extending his hand out, "Stefan Salvatore." Davina shook it, and he raised a brow at what he saw on her finger, but didn't comment. There were a lot of thoughts running through his head though.

"Davina Claire," and she wasn't sure if it was her turn to break the news. They hadn't discussed the actual act of telling everyone of their engagement. They both assumed things would work out.

"So..." Stefan started, needing a moment to gather his thoughts. A look over to Rebekah, a very happy looking Rebekah, helped his new theory. "Are congratulations in order?" He didn't specify marriage or accidental baby because the latter could've lead to the former.

"The undateable brother is settling down," His wife answered for them.

Maybe things would just work out.

"Undateable?" Kol repeated.

"By choice," Davina quipped. That comment made Rebekah smile.

"Congratulations then," Stefan said, "that's great." Though he sounded amicable enough Kol was surprised he didn't seem sold. It was understandable, because that would be going from a dating record of one girl in secondary school to an engagement. It was a pretty big jump.

Which is why Stefan wasn't ruling out baby just yet. He made a mental note to ask his wife about their circumstances later.

To be entirely honest the accidental pregnancy thing was the first thing Esther had mentioned to Rebekah when she relayed the news about the engagement. Her daughter wasn't as certain, because if that was the case she wouldn't put it past Kol to book a flight to Vegas. Or wouldn't have bothered with marrying the girl anyway.

She was hoping it wasn't just a coverup for an accidental pregnancy. After many years of nagging on Kol to find someone, or even date, she liked the idea of him following her advice. Even if he wasn't doing it with her in mind.

"Anyone want some tea," Rebekah offered. She looked over to Davina. "Coffee?"

"Either sounds great," Davina shot her a smile.

"Come with me to the kitchen?" Rebekah motioned to a door.

"Uh, sure!" Davina tried to keep up her energetic and friendly tone, but with that one word (two if you counted her filler word) she had started moving into more uncharted territory. She shot Kol a look that hopefully didn't look too fearful, and then trailed behind Rebekah.

They ending up going for tea. Davina figured it was because the coffee had already brewed and it would take longer. It looked like she was in for a long conversation.

Which was absolutely terrifying.

Outside, back in the sitting room, Stefan was left to talk with Kol. He wasn't sure where to start, the two had never been close. Kol never seemed to care for family matters, and therefore gave Stefan little recognition. Then again, Kol was barely ever there to give him recognition in the first place. Before he started his job in New York he was traveling everywhere except for where his family was located.

"So how did you and Davine meet?" Stefan asked, not realizing that his question would lead into an uncomfortable realization. Kol braced for the worst reaction, though he didn't think Stefan would be too inconsiderate. He was hoping that the topic could somehow be avoided when it came to his parents.

In the kitchen, Rebekah had asked Davina a question that ultimately led to the same answer. "So, how long have you and Kol been together?"

"About four years." That made Rebekah pause as she reached for the mugs.

"Four years." she repeated in disbelief. That was longer than she had anticipated. Davina gave a small nod, and Rebekah let out a sound of annoyance. "He kept your relationship a secret for four years so his family wouldn't know."

"There were other factors," Davina quickly defended. She had to learn to bite her tongue.

"Such as?"

"Well, for work," she hesitantly said. Rebekah raised a brow, and her silence forced Davina to go on. "Kol is my boss," she explained, trying to focus her eyes on anything other than her future sister in law. The refrigerator was shiny enough to get her attention.

"Oh," was all Rebekah first said. She had her fair share of romances her parents deemed unacceptable by her parents before Stefan. At the end of the day she didn't marry any of them though, even if she had been close to doing so. "You mean you work in his office right? Like you're a lower editor?" She hoped she didn't sound like she was grasping at straws.

"I'm his assistant." The fridge wasn't metallic enough to hold her as she, against her better judgement, looked to see Rebekah's expression.

"Oh," was all she said.

Kol and Davina had been shown to their room after equally uncomfortable conversations.

"Should we have said we met outside of work?" She asked him as she sat down on the bed.

"Best lies are based in truth," Kol reminded, though he didn't look like he believed that.

"I mean Rebekah didn't seem too shaken up." She was trying to make it look better as she looked back on it. Remembering what it felt like in the moment was what made her unsure. "More taken aback."

Kol didn't tell her those were basically the same thing, because he was sure she already knew.

"What about Stefan?" she asked.

"I think he's more confused that I'm engaged in the first place. You being my assistant seems to make it more believable," he admitted. Apparently if the irresponsible Kol was to marry anyone, it made sense it would be his assistant.

"Well dating your assistant isn't illegal," Davina reminded him, "but staying in the United States after visa has expired is."

If Kol hadn't come from the family he did things would be much more straightforward.

"Next time we explain that I think we should be together," He suggested. "We'll look very much in love, and we'll try to sell them on our relationship first before we get into the gritty details."

Davina nodded, but she decided they were in enough of a mutual understanding that she could speak her mind on the matter. "Is it really that bad that I'm your assistant?" It obviously wasn't the ideal situation, but definitely not the worst possible.

"I think Stefan thinks you're pregnant," Kol admitted. His brother in law had made several comments too many about kids in their short conversation.

Davina's eyes popped, though it wasn't too much of a stretch to conjure up. "Well I'm not, I'll be sure to very clearly ask for a wine at dinner." After a beat she added, "Not in an alcoholic way though."

"I think the main problem is my father," he said. Esther would be a bit judgemental about Davina's background. In that moment Kol realized that Davina hadn't divulged much about her past, but to Esther she was just a girl with a blatantly average upbringing. In that respect she wasn't much different than Caroline, Klaus' wife, but she had cemented a career for herself.

Davina had aspirations, but she hadn't gotten there yet. She had planned on live easy for a while before she made any big changes.

Mikael was going to be judgemental though. In retrospect he probably should've thought through how he was going to react when they were planning everything.

But like Davina said, at the end of the day the goal was to make them look believable. Staying together for four years in a secret relationship made them look like they were dedicated to each other.

Yet a judgemental look from Mikael Mikaelson was something to be afraid of. Davina looked uncomfortable next to Rebekah, who while intimidating was happy for her brother and therefore excited about his fiance. His father could probably care less.

"I think your sister liked me though, she smiled at me a lot."

"That doesn't necessarily mean she likes you," he warned her, but he had seen his sister's response to his petite fiancé. Looking at Davina himself he figured he'd give her a boost of confidence. She looked completely exhausted, and it wasn't even noon. "But in this case I think it does."

That gave Davina some assurance as she sat up from her former slouch. "So we have a few hours before we get lunch?" she confirmed, looking over to her luggage stacked in the corner. She really should unpack but she was drained.

He gave her a nod of confirmation. Rebekah had suggested that they all get lunch together, and they had said yes. At the time they didn't realize that she was proposing a lunch with additional family members, but it was too late to say yes when Rebekah mentioned Elijah, Klaus, and Caroline.

Davina always considered herself sociable, but after encounters with just two members of the exceptionally large family she was ready to call it day. Even though she was able to sleep on the plane she felt anyone but well rested.

"I'm going to take a nap," she announced, and as she moved to lay down she paused. "Speaking of the sleeping arrangements…" she trailed off, gesturing to the sole bed in the room. It wasn't like they could request another room, that would be a bit suspicious for a happy couple. "I call the bed."

Kol expected as much, and took a moment to look around the room.

"That carpet's pretty comfortable," he remembered, looking down at the antique rug placed in the room. A carpet wasn't his first choice when it came to a bed, but he didn't want to push anything with Davina. He had assured her she didn't have to make them not sleeping together, in the less than innocent way, apart of their terms and conditions. She insisted even after he told her he wouldn't put her that situation, which caused a break in their generally light conversation, but it made her feel more comfortable so he let her have that to ease her conscience. "I can get pillows and whatnot to make it work."

She gave him a thankful smile, and he gave her an understanding nod.

"Wake me up in a hour." As soon as she put her head on the pillow she was practically already asleep.

Kol tried not let his eyes linger on her as he moved to leave the room.

a/n - Here's your update, and I hope you liked it. I was able to get it to it quicker than last time, which I'm planning on making a regular thing. And thank you for all your nice reviews, I love reading all of them and I hope you continue to write them.

In other news Kol and Davina are in E's Top TV Couple Tournament/Poll, and though it's amazing we were even nominated I think we should see how far we can go! So go vote for them in the first round if you can, and if you're reading this later than March 1 than go vote in the second round (assuming we get that far). It's hard to word this knowing this will up here long after the polls are over, so long story short, just vote if you can :)

xo,

Luce