AN: There is a time jump in the middle of the chapter. Since this isn't a full length story I didn't want to spend a lot of time on what happens after Rebekah shows up in the previous episode. It's pretty much setting up for part three and also the VERY short sequel I'm planning.

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CLOSURE PART 2

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Rebekah roughly knocked on the door until she heard footsteps. She was pretty sure a simple wave of the hand wouldn't actually unlock the door considering a witch lived in this particular home. Even if it would, she didn't trust herself to not accidentally blow a hole right through.

"Who is it?" Josh's voice asked through the door.

She rolled her eyes. "Bloody hell, Josh. You're a vampire for crying out loud. Open the damn door."

The door ripped open. He was standing on the other side with narrowed eyes. Aiden walked up behind him and said, "You know, you're kind of a bitch."

"That's no way to talk to a lady," she lectured, walking through the door. It was wonderful not needing to be invited in. She looked in the living room before turning to them confused. "Now where is Davina?"

"She's upstairs." Josh closed the front door quietly. "She was trying to sleep but I'm pretty sure your knocking woke her up."

Instead of replying, Rebekah immediately ran up the stairs. She didn't need to really search for the bedroom she needed as she could hear the sobbing through the hallway. When she opened the door Davina was standing at the open window crying into a tissue-definitely not sleeping. Never good with comfort, the former vampire wasn't really sure what to do at this point so she just went with her instincts.

"I didn't just tell him that to comfort him. We really can bring him back, you know."

There was no reaction.

Rebekah found it amazing how close Davina and Kol had become. She'd thought when she first heard of them hanging around each other her dear brother was simply using her. And according to him he had been. But the way he seemed more concerned with easing her worries while he was dieing in his siblings arms was simply astounding. Rebekah realized as she heard the young witch whimper that her heart was more invested then she thought. She wondered for a moment, if the tables were reversed, would Kol be as heartbroken as Davina clearly was?

"Davina-"

"I don't know where to start," she finally said.

Rebekah frowned. "Neither do I. But I do know someone who may be able to help."

There was a soft knock on the open door. "Sorry to interrupt, but Marcel is here. He needs an invite in."

"I have to go," whispered Rebekah, hoping the vampire downstairs wouldn't be able to hear her. "We'll figure this out, Davina. I promise."

Rebekah was right. They would figure this out. They'd bring Kol back and everything could go back to the way it was. They could start working on all their projects again. They could even start working on their relationship-maybe take it to the next step.

First step was gathering the books she would need to find the spell. She had no doubt something would be in the massive collection of grimoires sitting back at the cemetery. If not there, then maybe Klaus or Elijah had something hidden away or would know where to look.

As Rebekah left out the back door, Davina invited Marcel in who immediately pulled her into the living room. He didn't say anything at first, just watched her. It made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"I'm fine, Marcel," she said, breaking the silence.

"You wandered off on a pretty bad night," he pointed out. "You shouldn't stay by yourself tonight."

"I won't be. Josh already said he would stay."

Marcel looked over to his second in command for confirmation.

"I'm going to fix this," she said, taking Marcel's hand in hers and drawing his attention back to her. "That's what is so great about being what we are. Death is never permanent in our world. I can bring Kol back."

Marcel went rigid beneath her hand. "Davina, messing with that kind of magic is dangerous. You know that."

"I don't care," she said. "I can do it."

She knew what he was thinking. He was trying to think of a way to persuade her to let this go. He never liked Kol, so it didn't really matter what he thought. He would most likely be happy to see him buried six feet under-or rather encased in stone. He would celebrate his death rather then mourn it and he wouldn't be quiet about it either. She couldn't have that.

"Don't you have things you have to do?" She looked pointedly at the door indicating it was time for him to leave.

"Just think about this before you do anything drastic." He didn't move like she wanted him to.

"I have thought about it and I think you should leave." Marcel still didn't move.

Her heart started racing when she realized he wasn't going to do what he asked. "Don't make me do anything we'll both regret," she threatened.

Josh suddenly appeared between them. "Marcel, maybe you should go," he said hesitantly, unsure whether suggesting anything would be a good idea.

Instead of challenging him Marcel finally stood. "I'll go," he said softly. He looked directly at his second. "I'll check in tomorrow."

Davina watched Marcel leave as she continued making a mental checklist. Step two would be making sure his body was preserved long enough to perform the spell. She was sure if Rebekah could do anything magical to help that would be it. That brought her to step three. She needed to start training the newbie witch. Davina wasn't going to be able to do this alone and there were not many witches willing to help her bring back the former vampire.

Then there was step four. She decided then and there she wouldn't give up no matter what. And she didn't.

She hadn't cried since she'd left her house twenty minutes after Marcel. The powerful witch spent days without sleep-and alone. Her back ached from leaning over an endless pile of books-the books she'd hoped would have the answer to all her problems. With every page she turned she became more determined but also increasingly grouchy. Everyone avoided her and she'd even allowed her phone to die. If she was so desperately needed they would know where to find her.

She had left a message on Rebekah's phone letting her know exactly where to find her. Expecting her to show up to help she'd left the door and gate open for her. But it was all for naught. She never showed.

ONE MONTH LATER

The smell was becoming to much for Rebekah to handle. She didn't know how her brother could stand the smell of decaying body laying on a table in the basement. It was bad enough in the basement but for her brother she was sure Klaus could smell it throughout the house. Something had to be done.

But not just because of the disgusting smell. Rebekah didn't have much time before Eva Sinclair made another appearance. The spell used to bind her was wearing off and wouldn't be able to be done again without killing her.

"Alright, Kol," she said to the lifeless body. "This needs to be done now."

"Are you sure you can do this?"

Rebekah turned around to see Freya with all the ingredients they would need. "Of course," she replied confidently. "I've been training for weeks."

"Why isn't Davina here?" Looking around the older witch looked for any signs of the young girl.

"She doesn't know," she said. Rebekah didn't want to make it look like she had any doubts. Though she was confident she could do the spell she didn't want anyone to get her hopes up. Freya seemed to understand because she simply nodded and smiled warmly-for that she was grateful.

Removing the blanket, Freya cringed in disgust. "Has he been laying out in the open like this the entire time?"

"No," answered Rebekah. She looked away sheepishly. "The spell I put on him to slow the decay broke not long ago. What the bloody hell is that look for?"

Eyes wide and filled with concern, Freya started clearing away items to make room on the floor. "It's nothing. You've come a long way in the past month." Taking salt out, she began pouring it in a large symbol around the table. "It'll be fine."

An hour later they were standing on either side of him. "All we can do is wait," said Freya as she made sure all her crystals were still in place. "His hair will fill out soon and his skin will return to normal. Thankfully the spell you did lasted as long as it did. If it weren't for you it would take much longer."

Rebekah thought for a moment she was being patronized, but still took what she could get. She was still new at this after all. There was still one more thing. "I know the timing isn't appropriate, but I need to know. Have you found the body jump spell yet?"

"I have," she said, smiling at her sister.

Rebekah let out a breath of relief.

"Are you going to want to actually return to your own body or another witch?" asked Freya curiously.

"My body!" Rebekah exclaimed in horror. "I never realized how much I love my own body until after all this. Besides I don't think I'd be able to go through this again."

Freya gasped causing Rebekah to turn around. Please don't have let me screw up, she thought to herself. But it was the complete opposite. She watched the corpses hand twitch before going still again.

"This is progressing faster then I thought it would," the older sister said curiously, before she seemed to come to the conclusion of something. Her eyes filled with concern which caused Rebekah to fill with fear.

"Davina?"

She paused in her research, glancing up to see Rebekah leaning against the entrance looking down at her sadly. Her heart clenched. She didn't think she'd be able to handle this. No more bad news! Please! "Is Marcel-?" There was a tremble in her voice.

"Marcel is fine," she interrupted but still seemed to not want to share the information she was currently holding.

"What is it?" Davina marked her place in the grimoire before setting it to the side. She stood from the table and braced herself by grasping the end of it. She knew whatever news the former vampire held wasn't good. That much was clear.

"I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to come out with it." She paused, trying to form the words. Tears started forming in her own eyes before she could say anything else. "Kol isn't with the ancestors, Davina."

"Of course he is." Davina said the words slowly as if she were trying to convince herself. "He died a witch."

Rebekah took a breath. "I did the spell already."

"You what?!" She nearly fell over herself when she moved to stand in front of Rebekah. With her breathing labor and nostrils flaring she hoped she looked dangerous but knew her height itself would make the situation see comical to any outsiders. Taking a step back, Rebekah looked visibly frightened which was exactly what the harvest witch was going for.

"Kol wasn't the one that came back."

Lashing out and making her bleed was the first thing that came to Davina's mind. Shove her against the wall until every bone in her body was crushed. Set her on fire and turn her to ash. Raising her hand she went with option two.

"What are you doing?" Rebekah screeched, crying out as her shoulder dislocated.

"You never wanted to bring him back!" Blood started seeping from the back of her head coloring the wall red.

"Of course I did!"

She heard the concrete wall crack.

"Davina, please!"

Lowering her arm, Davina allowed Rebekah to fall with a sickening crack. She thought she'd feel better seeing her hurt but she was instantly overcome with guilt and remorse.

"I'm sorry," whimpered the dark skinned woman.

"Get out!"

"I can't." Rebekah glared with tears in her eyes. "My ankle is broken."

Davina rolled her eyes. "Then call for help!" she snapped, returning to her research. She sat down and opened a random book aggressively. "I can figure this out. I brought Mikael back, I can bring Kol back." It was more to herself then the injured witch lying on the floor.

"He's moved on, Davina," gasped Rebekah suddenly while she pulled her cell out. "He found peace."

"There is no peace for your kind," said Davina, tone clipped.

Rebekah was trying to get a signal but paused when those words left her mouth. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it means." Tears were now freely running down her cheeks-tears she hadn't allowed herself to cry for a while. "Kol told me. He's killed more then any of you-including Klaus. If he's not with the ancestors there is only one other place he can be."

"You think he's in hell?"

Davina didn't need to answer. She didn't want to answer. She just couldn't do it. If she said the word then that would mean it was real and there would be no way to bring him back. Him being gone was not an option.

AN: Cookies if you can guess what the sequel to Closure will be about. ;)