Okay. So another Christmas one shot. I have no idea what's with me and Christmas one shots. I feel like that's all I've been writing for a while now. I hope no one minds tho'.

The night was cold, but what did she expect? She was back in New Orleans after all. It was Christmas Eve, 11:30 p.m to be exact and she had just left her house after spending the evening with Rebekah and Rebekah's boyfriend. There was a dusting of snow covering the ground, slowly turning to slush. Freya made her way quickly across town, pulling her jacket closer to her body. The streets were empty, the only sound that she heard was the shuffling of her own footsteps.

It had been a little over a month since they returned from Mystic Falls…since they rescued Stefan. (on Klaus's demand) With the De Martel's defeated they actually had time to enjoy the holiday with no crazy vampire madness. She smiled to herself, thinking about how this is the happiest she's been since she arrived in New Orleans. Everything was perfect, she just had one more stop.

She was on her way to visit Lucien. Yes, Lucien.

He had been so important to her in Mystic Falls and was a major asset in rescuing her siblings and she knew that she would never be able to repay him. Freya also knew that he had no family to spend the holidays with, so she figured she should be the one to stop by. Which leads her to this moment, nearing closer to the street where the his apartment was. She stopped for a moment before making her way down the building, stumbling a few times, cursing under her breath.

She sighed, she knew she needed to come and visit him. Before she did anything, she ran her hands down her skirt she was wearing and fixed her hair, unsure of why she felt the need to fix herself for him. Raising her hand hand up to the apartment's door, she knocked lightly.

"Lucien?" She called out.

Her heart fluttered when she thought about him. She hated that he made her feel that way. Freya already knew that he had feelings for her, that was made clear in the time the spent in Mystic Falls. After all that had happened,finding her siblings and almost loosing them, she was way too weary emotionally to even think about a relationship right now.

But when she was with Lucien, she was happy. Genuinely happy. Sure, it was a bit odd to like someone who has lived much longer than she her (given the fact she was asleep for most of her life) and she had to get used to his "playboy ways", but she could see that he cared for her. She cared for him too. Lost in thought, she didn't realize the apartment door had opened, a look of surprise on his face.

"Ah, Freya Mikaelson. Come in." He smirked down at her, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Freya stepped past him, moving into the apartment getting away from the cold air.

"I just thought I'd stop by and check on you."

"Why?" His brows furrowed, "I've yet to see you since our return from Mystic Falls."

"Which is why I'm here. You've been quiet." Her facial expression softened, "Look, it's the holidays and…well, I know you don't have any close family." She shifted her body closer to his, fighting the urge to reach out and grab his hand.

"And." Freya reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small wrapped gift, "I got you something." She handed the gift over to him, which he took. He stared at it for a moment. "Go ahead and open it already." She smiled.

He smirked back at her and with his hand, tore open the gift with one swipe. He pulled out a Rolex watch. He just stared at it for a while.

"I know how you like to look nice and wasn't sure what number of clothes you wore." She started to say, fidgeting with the bottom of her skirt. He looked up at her and replied with a sincere "Thank You."

"Really Freya, this is marvelous." He moved closer to her. He then leant down and kissed her.

He kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and he pulled her close. They pulled away, both yearning for more. She realized that without him she felt lost, she needed him.

"Merry Christmas." He smiled down at her, wrapping his arms around her.

She smiled back up at him, snuggling into his arms, "Merry Christmas, Lucien."

And this is how Freya spent her Christmas in New Orleans, the best Christmas she's ever had.