Quick disclaimer about Klaus' part: the last time I had kittens who had a mother present was a long time ago, so I've based them off the kittens my family got this year, who had to be bottle fed. I'm sure I've gotten it wrong somehow, so just saying. Also, there's lots of Kol here ;) (oh and did you want Freya&Finn or their kids bonding, ahyeon?)

WARNINGS: life being turned upside down (aka 1,000+ words of Henrik), talk about an arm being broken and therapy (as well as a minor/vague mention of being punished), slight day drinking, going into Klaus' OTHER FAMILY (dun dun dun) which mentions Ansel's death and some of Mikael's abuse, and a cliffhanger.

7.4

Henry doesn't slam his door, because he isn't actually fourteen anymore.

He does cry, though.

He isn't proud of it, but knowing that he isn't actually Henry Franklin, and knowing he's actually Henrik Mikaelson are two very different things. Knowing he's the youngest of that many siblings, had gone through that kind of abuse for even just two years, it's shocking.

His therapist, back when he was a little kid, had told him he didn't show any signs of physical abuse. What does that mean, exactly? Was he the only one not hit by his birth father? Was he the only one who went to therapy? No, right? It's impossible that he's the only one that went to therapy.

I'll only find out if I call myself in, he thinks, and then buries his head deeper under the pillow. He really does not want to do that right now. He can barely wrap his head around his birth name being Henrik; he can't deal with that stress just yet.

He doesn't know how long he stays in bed, thinking on repeat of his biological family, desperately trying to get back a memory, anything at all. He just want to remember something, because if he can't, there's no way he's going to be able to connect to his siblings.

Emily comes in, sits on his bed, and rubs at his back. It makes him tense, and his mind screams, you already have an older sister to rub your back.

In a way, he wishes he'd never known. The Mikaelson siblings would've thought he died, maybe, but then he wouldn't have to deal with all of this familial dysfunction. He wouldn't have to think about everything like this, like he's an outsider to both of his families.

"What's wrong?"

Henry - Henrik - Henry (he isn't going to change his name, he decides) shrugs. He wants to tell her, but she could never understand. Only Henry and Theresa are adopted; Emily and Jason were born into the Franklin family.

Emily sighs. "You have to talk to one of us. If not me, then one of our parents, or maybe Jason or Theresa…."

"I'd really rather not speak to anyone right now, Em, so just leave me alone." His words are muffled by the pillow.

"Not gonna happen."

"Yes gonna happen."

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." She pokes him in the side, but he ignores it and her. "Henry."

"They told me who my real family is."

"We're your real family."

"You're my adopted family. This family isn't my real family."

"What? How could you say that?"

He sighs, and pulls the pillow off his head. "Fine. My biological family is…. You guys aren't my biological family. I'm just trying to wrap my head around how many siblings I have."

"You know how many siblings you have?"

"Including you, Jason, and Theresa, there's nine."

"Nine? Who exactly is this biological family of yours?"

He whispers, "the Mikaelsons."

"Oh my god."

Henry doesn't react outwardly except to hide under his pillow again.

There's a long, long moment where neither speak, and then Emily breaks the silence. "What are you going to do?"

He makes a noise that isn't a yes, no, I don't know, or any other answer.

She sighs. "Henry, you have to call in. Everyone is waiting for Henri - you, they're all waiting for you to call in."

"And Niklaus," he says petulantly. He doesn't want to call in, but he can't stand not knowing. He especially doesn't want to be pressured into it all, though.

"Henry. You have to."

"Why? So that I can tell them I don't remember anything about them, or living with them, or what our parents did to them? So I can try to connect with my siblings and have zero luck because I'm not like them in any way?"

She gives an unimpressed look at the way he exploded up from under the pillow. "You are like them. Maybe not in ways you think matter, but they're your siblings. Your genetic codes say you're all almost the same, at the very least, so it's impossible that you have no similarities."

He drops his head down into his hands, feeling overwhelmed and more anxious than he has in years. "You don't understand."

"What don't I understand exactly? Not connecting with new siblings, because I know - "

"They were all abused, terribly. Some of them witnessed my birth mother dying! Niklaus was beat within inches of his life! Their day-to-day was a horror show. I don't remember any of it. How could I possibly connect with them if the only thing that's connecting them is our mutual past?"

She gives him a helpless look. "Henry…."

He flops back and runs his hands through his hair, messing it up into spikes. "What's worse is that I had to find out all of that from a website, that anyone on the planet with internet access can read."

He swallows his emotions down. He feels like he's overreacting and not reacting enough, all at the same time. What he's going to do is beyond him.

"I think you should call. If you were one of the others, wouldn't you want whoever's in your position to call in?" She doesn't give him time to answer before adding, "plus, you already know some things about one of your brothers."

"Which one?"

"Kol. He's an actor, remember? He has interviews all the time, and they're all over YouTube. You could try to find something in common with him, and he could be your in to the family, so to say."

"Oh my god. You're right." Even though he doesn't feel it, he smirks happily. "Get out, I want to start in on my research."

She takes the dismissal for what it is, and hugs him tightly. "Make sure you actually find something," she orders before leaving.

He nods, and once she's gone, he opens YouTube on his phone and searches, "Cole Henderson."

4.5

Klaus welcomes Davina over reluctantly. All she wants to do is talk about his family, and he'd honestly rather pull out teeth, or relieve that time that Caroline's mom found them in the throws of passion, than do that.

Still, she wants to see Tim and Josh, so he lets her come in. Tyler jumps up so he can slobber on her, and Hayley follows. When he tries to tell them to get down, they don't listen of course, so he just shrugs at Davina.

She gives him the evil eye, and pushes the dogs away from her.

"Thanks for all the help there," she sarcastically remarks.

Rolling his eyes, he responds just as snappy, "no problem."

She rolls her eyes back, and moves over to the box. "Hi babies!" Camille meows happily.

Klaus moves over to his couch, quickly muting the news station that he'd left on. Watching Davina coo at the baby kittens is more entertaining than hearing about another shooting.

Over her shoulder, she demands, "do you know how cute these babies are?"

"Yes, I'm well aware that they look cute now, but when they cry all night? Not so cute then."

Davina turns her whole body to give him a devastated look. "They cry?"

He shakes his head. "Do you know nothing about kittens? Of course they cry. They want milk, and Camille has to be able to hear them."

Davina pffts to herself, and stands. She stretches out, and moves over to the couch. Her feet land in his lap as she smirks at him, all what are you going to do about it?. "So. What do you want to talk about?"

"I didn't ask you to come over so we could talk. I don't think I actually invited you over, now that I think about it."

"Pfft. Whatever. I want some gossip." When he just looks at her, she whines, "come on, there has to be something interesting. Is that Cary guy still stalking you?"

"Cary wasn't stalking me, he was just - "

"Just what? Being creepy and staring at you all the time?"

"I don't know, okay? I haven't seen him in a while."

"How long is a while?"

"A week."

"Klaus! I specifically asked you to tell me if something happened!"

"Yeah, you asked, I never said I would - "

She heaves a sigh. "Oh my god, whatever. You say that every single time something like this happens."

She pouts and throws her head back, so he allows himself to smirk. Once her head goes back up, he wipes his face of all emotion. He has a reputation to uphold.

"Well, fine. We don't have to talk about Cary. We can talk about something else."

At her evil smirk, he panics. "I don't agree to this."

"You don't even know what I want to say."

"I don't have to."

"Ugh. I was just going to ask for your brother's number. He's hot."

"I don't have the numbers of any of my brothers, and I don't want to know which one you're talking about, either."

"Kol." She laughs, and it sounds like she's the villain in the story. "The hot one."

"None of my brothers are...hot, Davina."

"Kol is. And you are, too, honestly."

"You're, like, twelve."

"I'm nineteen. Which, by the way, Kol is twenty-three. I like twenty-three much more than twenty-six."

"Davina."

"Fine, okay, I'm just messing with you. I do want to ask you why the hell you haven't called yourself in yet."

She moves her head sassily, and raises an eyebrow at him. "Davina, just let it go. I'm not calling in."

She throws her hands up. "Why not?"

"Because, they're better off without me."

"Give me an example, then."

He clenches his jaw. "Fine. When I was six, Kol was up in a tree, and I was sitting under it with Rebekah. He fell, and I couldn't catch him. He broke his arm."

"And that's somehow your fault?"

"I was supposed to be watching him. Instead, I was playing with Rebekah."

"Who was in charge of Rebekah?"

"I was."

"So you were watching two little kids, by yourself. How old were they?"

"Kol was almost four, Rebekah was two."

"Why were you watching two little kids when you were barely any older than them?" Her tone makes it obvious she thinks he's crazy for acting so nonchalant about it all.

"Elijah was helping, he'd just gone inside to get some snacks."

"Where were your older siblings?"

"Homework, I assume."

"Oh god, Klaus. Who allowed this? Why were you and Elijah watching them all alone?"

"Who else was going to watch them?"

"Uh, a babysitter? Your parents? Freya or Finn?"

Klaus rolls his eyes. "That would never happen."

Davina gives him a look that he doesn't quite understand. "Did you get punished for it?"

"Of course I did. He was my responsibility, and he got hurt."

After a long moment, she responds, "you know that isn't normal, right?"

"That's what the therapist said."

She perks up. "You went to therapy?"

"If you count being forced to go to one and never speaking, ever, then yes I did."

"God, Klaus…."

8.14

Radley goes down to the cafe the hotel had by himself, wanting a moment away from Matthew, Justin, and Christine's screaming.

He's starting to realize, though, that he won't get any amount of time by himself unless he full-stop runs away. Kol cements that by following him downstairs. He waves at his fans, but doesn't sign anything, and sticks close to Radley.

Even though it's midday, he orders a beer, and winks at Radley.

"What are you doing that for?" Radley asks, looking down at his water, then to the beer. He raises an eyebrow judgingly, as well.

"I could say it's because I want to, but honestly," Kol drops his voice, "I want to look good for the paps."

"Good? Are you serious?"

"Everyone likes a bad boy, nephew. You'll learn that soon if you haven't already."

"All I've learned is that you're all nosey and shameless about it."

Kol laughs. "You got that right." He takes a long swig, and chooses what he wants for lunch before talking again. "What brought you down here?"

"I wanted to get away from the kids. All they want to talk about is how they're best friends now, and how they're going to have sleepovers all the time, even though none of us live anywhere near each other."

"Well, Rebekah lives in Denver, which is somewhat near where Elijah lives. Nik is in New Orleans, which is pretty close to you in Atlanta and Finn in St. Louis. I live here sometimes, and in L.A. other times, so I live near Elijah, as well."

"Wait, wait, wait. You live here?"

"Well, on Long Island, but - "

"If you have a house here, why are you staying here?"

Kol shrugs. "I don't know. I guess I like being close to the family. And my house here isn't that big, it wouldn't fit the majority of us even if I knocked out a wall or two."

Radley groans, disappointed. He likes the hotel well enough, but he'll take any excuse to get away from it.

Impulsively, he demands, "tell me a story."

Kol grins and raises an eyebrow. "What kind? Are you too young for the naughty kinds of stories?"

He rolls his eyes. "I meant one about the family." If he were any more comfortable - he isn't sure he could be, seeing as he just met Kol, uncle or not - he would've slapped a dingus on the end.

"Hmm. Well, you'll have to fact check me here, but remember, I was not quite six years old at the time, and I wasn't in the loop." Dramatically, he clears his throat, and says, "Nik is not my father's son. His father was named Ansel, and Ansel wanted him, desperately."

"Wanted him? Ew."

Kol scowls. "Not like that. And don't make fun of him, alright?"

Radley nods sagely, understanding that this is serious. Kol, from what he's seen, has very few serious moments, meaning he needs to shut up and listen.

"Ansel wanted Nik to live with him. Somehow, he'd managed to convince his wife to accept Nik, and she and their children together were set on getting Nik away from Father. At first, it was just him, but then they realized we were all being abused. They knew Freya was trying to wait until she turned eighteen, so she could get custody of us all, but you know how that turned out. They also knew that Finn wouldn't take their calls, but Elijah would. And from Elijah they learned that it wasn't just Nik getting hurt, it was all of us."

Ashen faced, Radley asks, "why didn't Finn take the calls?"

Kol sighs and looks down at his beer. "Father would...he saw Finn as the perfect son. Finn was a little more scared than Freya was, and he would do anything to keep that image in Father's mind. I can think of only a handful of times he went against it. Finn and Elijah never said any more about that when they told me about this." He swallows, and shakes his head. "Anyway, Elijah would tell them exactly what was happening to his knowledge, about all of us. They were going to petition for us to be taken from our parents, but Ansel couldn't wait any longer. Father was being crueler and crueler, and Ansel knew he had to get him out of there. Freya had never interacted with him, didn't even know who he was, and she let him in. He pissed Father off, and he was killed."

"Oh my god."

"Yeah." He gives a sad smile. "That was the end of us, until now. He died trying to protect Nik, and the rest of us by extension. I remember, his wife tracked me down after a few years. She'd moved her kids back to New Orleans, where they'd been born, I think. She said she tried to get custody of Nik, but the system wouldn't let her."

"Why not?"

"She had too many children. Three boys and three girls. At the time, the oldest was eighteen, and the youngest was not quite five."

"Wow. All of their work, and it was all for nothing."

"Unfortunately. Nik got maybe a few hours with him, at most. And he has two sets of half-siblings that he hasn't seen in... for us, it's been almost twenty years. I don't think he ever met that side of his family."

Radley shakes his head in empathy. "That's terrible."

Kol shrugs, and smiles widely. "Yes, but an equally terrible time is when Finn brought a girl home for the first time…."

5.7

Kol goes back to his room after telling embarrassing stories about his siblings to their kids. He and Radley had been joined by Radley's sisters, as well as Katherine, Matt, and Graham.

It was fun, but he wants to go out soon and call Hailie, which he'll be doing at his house instead of the hotel so his phone won't be tapped, somehow.

He's just grabbing his coat from where he left it at Leif and Aerona's table chair, when Torunn's phone rings.

"Can someone get that?" She calls after a moment.

"Got it," he replies, and hits accept before he even picks the phone up. "Hello? This is Torunn Leifson's phone, her nephew Kol speaking."

"Uh...hi. I have a tip about Henrik Mikaelson's whereabouts. How do I do that? Like, how do I give my information to the guy in the commercial?"

Kol grinned widely. "Just send in anything by text, or tell me your story. I'll get it to Leif, don't worry."

"I don't really have a story."

"Okay then. Did you see him somewhere?"

"No."

"Did you speak to him?"

"No."

"Then what's your tip?"

There's silence, and Kol is about to hang up, thinking it's just a prank call, but the guy on the other side of the line, says, "I'm Henrik Mikaelson."

Kol coughs on his own spit. "Excuse me?"