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The sound of a fist hitting a table rang through the room, and startled several people. A few swallowed loudly, and almost stepped back from the fury emanating from the man, who stood in front of them.

Klaus roared as he glared at the ones in the room with him. "I should have your heads on blocks." He stated, angrily.

The men cowered in the room. They knew why their King was upset. They all were. Little David was missing, and to make matters worse, their Queen was severely wounded. No wonder their King was on edge. They all understood, so they didn't hold the anger against him.

"I don't care how far you have to go." Klaus growled. "FIND MY SON!" He shouted, angrily.

The men nodded, and quickly hurried out the room. They needed to find the young Prince and soon.

Klaus gripped the table tightly in his hands, and stared at the map in front of him. His son had to be somewhere out there. He had to find him. He shook his head, and pushed over the table with a loud cry, aggravation seeped through his veins, and not just aggravation. No, it was anger and hatred for the man who stole his son and stabbed his wife.

The door opened abruptly and Stefan entered the room with a grim look on his face. "Klaus, it's Caroline." He stated, watching Klaus pick up his pace, and rushed out of the room towards his wife's room.

Klaus burst through the door of their room, and found Bonnie hovering over his wife.

"Caroline." He panted, rushing to his wife's side.

Bonnie stood straighter, and clasped her hands in front of her.

Klaus glared up at Bonnie. "What happened?!" He demanded.

Bonnie sighed. "She woke up for a few moments, screaming, calling for you." She began, in response. "I sent for you the moment she called out. She just dozed off again." She added, watching Klaus sit next to his wife. "For what it's worth, Klaus, it's a miracle she even survived at all." She whispered.

Klaus shook his head as he touched Caroline's face. "No, that's Caroline." He whispered, leaning forward to gently place his lips on her cheek and then her forehead. "My Swan."

~X~

Davina picked up David gently, and bounced him lightly on her hip. He wasn't going to sleep, and he wouldn't get any better.

It had been a few days since Marcel brought him there, and with each passing day, David grew weaker.

"Oh, little one." Davina whispered to the child. "I know, I'm not your mom, but I promise. You will see her again." She whispered, looking down at the boy.

David opened his eyes, and looked at the young woman. She could see the sadness in them, and the fierce resistance. She smiled faintly.

"I didn't want to do this, you know." She whispered, moving to the small cot in the tent. "Your family has done nothing to me. In fact, since your father has taken the thrown, my family has been all the better for it." She whispered, with a smile, but the smile faded from her lips. "That was until Marcel came." She added, lowly.

David lifted his little hand and touched Davina's face softly. She gazed into his eyes, and saw that he seemed to understand.

She smiled, and grasped his tiny hand in hers, and kissed it. "He threatened my family if I didn't come with him." She explained, looking at David's little hand. "You see, my family is what many call gypsies. We are healers, caregivers." She whispered with pride. She laughed when David smiled up at her.

"I have heard stories about your aunt. How she is a Bennett?" She whispered, keeping her voice low. "I would love to meet her. My family is really nothing compared to a Bennett, but that doesn't matter, I suppose." She replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"Now, why don't you go to sleep, little one. How will it look to your mother when she comes for you, and you are not rested?" She whispered, watching David's eyes drift close.

She smiled as she kissed his little head, before placing him in the small crib, Marcel had brought in. As she bundled David up, she kept thinking back to her promise to him. Yes, she would protect him, after all every child needs a fairy godmother.

~X~

Sophie dropped the book she had been reading on the floor, and fell to her knees. The headaches were getting worse, and with each passing day, she knew it would be too late.

She clutched her head, and bowed it, speaking words of a prayer she remembered her mother speaking years ago, back when she was alive.

She heard the door open, and she lifted her head, carefully. She lowered her gaze, when she saw Jean standing in front of her with a scowl on her face.

"Come to yell at me some more?" She asked, sitting back on her knees.

Jean sighed, and shook her head. "No, I came to tell you that Marcel took David, and stabbed Caroline." She stated, lifting a small dagger in her hand, which had been concealed behind her back.

Sophie's eyes widened and she shook her head. "No, that's not possible." She whispered, struggling to stand up.

Jean scoffed. "It is possible. I knew you were trouble when you arrived." She stated, stepping closer to her. "Because of you, Caroline is on the brink of death, and David is in the hands of a madman!" She shouted, shaking the dagger in front of the woman.

Sophie shook her head. "I didn't do anything. I thought I was preventing this by coming here." She stated, placing her hand on the rock wall in her room.

"Preventing, hell, you orchestrated it, as far as I'm concerned." Jean stated, coldly.

Sophie stood straighter. "I have done nothing, Jean." She replied, dropping her hand from the wall. "You are so quick to judge me, just because of what happened in our past, well fine, but I would never put the life of an innocent child in danger." She stated, fire flashing in her eyes.

Jean looked away, and lowered the dagger an inch. "What about the child I carried when my father jailed me?" She asked, watching Sophie's expression change to shock.

"I'm sorry, Jean." She whispered, lowering her eyes. "I didn't know." She added, lowly.

Jean dropped the dagger to her side. "That night, the night he…" She trailed off, lowering her eyes for a moment, and then brought them up again. "I needed a friend, and you weren't there." She stated, lifting the dagger once more.

Sophie felt the tears burn in her eyes. "I know." She cried, stepping towards her friend.

Jean tried to stop the tears from flowing. "He beat me, and left me there in the cold." She let out in a whisper.

Sophie turned her head. "I tried to get to you, but…" She whispered, walking towards the bed in the room.

"But what?!" Jean shouted, stepping towards her. "Damn it, I deserve an answer!" She shouted, tears falling down her face.

Sophie dropped her head, and let the tears fall. Her friend deserved an answer, but she couldn't tell her. Or could she?

Jean watched as Sophie shook her head, and wiped her face. "You may not have betrayed Klaus and Caroline, but you betrayed me, and that I will never forgive." She stated, turning around to head to the door.

"He beat me that night." Sophie answered, quietly. She lifted her head, and saw Jean frozen at the door. "I had overheard our fathers talking. I was going to come and warn you, but father found me first." She replied, turning her head away. "I couldn't get out of the bed that night." She added, tearfully.

Jean turned around, and gazed at her friend. "That's when he gave you that mark." She concluded.

Sophie nodded. "Yes, the mark of the Anabaptists." She whispered, lightly.

Jean nodded, and touched her upper right arm. "I know." She whispered, lowering her eyes.

Sophie stepped closer. "You too?" She asked, with concern.

Jean nodded. "Yeah, father did it to me when he sent me to prison." She stated, with bad remembrance.

"I'm sorry, Jeanie, I really am." She whispered, softly.

Jean nodded. "What you said about your father beating you that night? Was it true?" She asked, through clenched teeth.

Sophie nodded. "Yes." She stated, watching Jean's face fill with pain.

Jean nodded. "Well, if you didn't set the Mikaelsons up, then who did?" She asked, clearing her throat.

Sophie shook her head. "I don't know, Jean, but it wasn't me." She said, softly.

Jean nodded and turned to the door. "I'm glad that it wasn't you, Soph." She whispered, causing Sophie to smile.

"I am sorry, Jean." She whispered, as Jean opened the door.

"So am I." Jean whispered, leaving the room.

~X~

Klaus sat by his wife's side throughout the rest of the day. His heart was shattered, and the only one who could repair it, was sleeping. He touched her left hand draped over her stomach, and felt the anger well up inside him at the thought of anyone hurting his wife.

"I know what you're thinking."

He lifted his eyes to see her staring back at him with a hard frown on her face. "This was not your fault, Niklaus." She stated, watching him shake his head.

"I brought this on our family, Caroline." He stated, lowering his head. "When you're well, I'll send you home." He whispered, about to stand, but she caught his hand in hers.

"I'm not leaving you, Klaus." She stated, trying to sit up, though he shook his head, sitting back down. She glared at him. "I'm not leaving you, not when our son is out there, and not even when we get him back." She added, firmly.

Klaus shook his head. "Caroline, this was my fault. It's my fault you got hurt. It's my fault you are lying here in this bed, and it's my fault that our son is missing." He ranted, shaking his head, and finally closing his eyes.

Caroline shook her head, and pushed up with her arms, even though it pulled her side. "Listen up, Rogue," She began her aggravation current due to her pain. "I got in this bed because of a stupid man who can let go of the past, and if you continue to sit there and tell me this is your fault, then you are no better than the man who did this to me." She stated, fire flashing in her eyes.

Klaus felt a tug on his lips at her feisty demeanor.

She shook her head once more. "You are not Marcel!" She nearly shouted, wincing from the pull of her side. "You are my Rogue, and you are King. Our son is out there, so this no time to be mopey and trying to send me away!" She lifted her head higher at the statement. "Even if you could, I would just come right back, and you know it." She added, nodding her head. "This is my home. YOU are my home!" She stated, lifting her right hand, and pointed it at him. "Got that!"

Klaus bowed his head, and couldn't stop the smile on his face. That was his Swan, feisty and had a temper that rivaled his own. He shook his head, and lifted it to see her glaring at him.

Her gaze softened as she realized why he said those things. "You wanted me to fight." She whispered, watching his smile melt her anger towards him.

He scooted towards her, and nodded. "If you fight, you will live, Caroline." He whispered, searching her eyes. "Do you really believe that I would send you away from me, for good?" He asked, lifting his brows.

Caroline smiled and lowered her eyes. "No." She whispered in return.

Klaus nodded, and kissed her lips lightly. "Now, lay back, Swan, I don't want you to pull those stitches out, and get hurt worse." He replied, in an order tone.

Caroline glared at him, and shook her head. "You are so bossy. Just wait until I get better, then we'll see about that bossy manner." She stated, with a wink.

He chuckled, and shook his head.

She reached up and touched his face tenderly with her right hand. "Any news?" She whispered, after a moment.

Klaus sighed, and shook his head. "None, I don't know where to look anymore, but I'm not giving up, Caroline." He stated, firmly, a dark look displaying on his features.

She smiled, and shook her head. "I know you won't. That's our son out there." She replied, softly.

He sighed, and bent down over her, their noses inches apart. "I promise, Caroline. I will find him, and I will kill Marcel." He whispered, watching her eyes fill with the tears of the promise.

She smiled, and caressed his scruffy face. "Good." She whispered, searching his eyes. Even though in the back of her mind, she was planning on killing Marcel herself, and somehow she knew Klaus knew she would.

Klaus smiled as she lifted her head up and kissed his lips tenderly with faint passion.

Their lips roamed over each other, and Caroline moaned lightly into his mouth, until Klaus pulled back slowly.

He didn't have to say a word. It was written on his face, on the smile of his lips, and neither did she.

They were going to find their son, and they were going to bring him home.

After they kill Marcel.

What did you think? PLEASE NO HARSH COMMENTS!

I was a little unsure about the Jean and Sophie scene, but I think it turned out okay. Anyway, I'm writing as fast as I can. I'm hoping to finish up this story this weekend, so please be patient! (For it might take longer than I hope.)

BTW: A little history for you, the mark of the Anabaptists were brands in the shape of crosses, given to those who would not denounce their faith and join the Roman Catholic Church. It was a brand used during the Crusades and into the Medieval Ages. (In case you wanted to know)

Until Next Time...