Summary: The Hollow's plan falls into place as Hope Mikaelson is lured back to New Orleans. Freya continues to struggle in the magical world while Keelin struggles to come to terms with reality; where she has to make a decision that involves her life.

A/N: TGIF! One of the readers made a bullseye guess but I only had a smiley as a reward. Kekeke. If you have participated, I hope you had fun guessing as much as I had fun reading your comments.

I'm still trying to decide whether there should be a continuation for this work but will you be interested? What would you like to see? (:

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"Keelin?"

Freya woke in the forest to find Keelin not by her side.

"Keelin? Where are you?" Freya called out and scouted the lake and the forest area around it and there was no one in sight. Worried about Keelin, she continued her search and soon found a cemetery that previously wasn't there.

Her senses tingled and she sensed a presence moving in the cemetery. She looked around but there was no one in sight. Deciding to explore the cemetery, she pushed opened the gates and they swung open with ease.

"Keelin?" Freya softly called out in doubt.

A loud thud came from the cemetery and she decided to check.

She passed rows and rows of tombstones and took not much notice of them till she was mid-way in the cemetery. She came to a pause as the names on the tombstones caught her attention.

Finn Mikaelson

Niklaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelso

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

She ran through the names in her head and her heart almost came to a stop when she spotted hers.

"Freya Mikaelson," she whispered, and took a few steps back. She tripped and stumbled backwards, and fell hard to the ground next to another tombstone. She looked up at the tombstone that she landed next to and caught the name.

"Oh my god, Keelin!" Cold sweat broke out. "No! No…No…"

Freya sprang onto her knees and began digging the soil with bare hands.

In the study room, Hayley stood by the window, focused and trying to catch any sound, be it the tiniest of any movement. Young Hope quietly sat on the sofa, a wolf cartoon Band-Aid plastered on the inside of one of her forearms and in the other arm, she hugged a toy wolf.

"Mummy, mummy, is Aunt Keelin going to be all right?" She glanced at Hayley for assurance.

"Of course sweetie. Aunt Keelin is a strong woman and she's going to be all right," she coaxed.

Young Hope stood, went over to Hayley with her toy wolf, and grabbed Hayley's palm. "Mummy I'm scared."

Hayley bent on a knee and gently assured again, "Aunt Keelin is going to be fine, I promise." Hayley did her signature hand gesture move with young Hope and turned to look out of the window again.

"Come on Keelin," she whispered.

In the abandoned house in the woods, a dozen of cloaked figures sprinkled magic powder and chants resonated in a room.

"As planned, Hope Mikaelson is in New Orleans to save the werewolf," a man in his late thirties updated. He was dressed casually in a short sleeved shirt, long pants and a pair of sneakers.

"Good! Is her current location known?"

"She is with the werewolf in the French Quarter. My men are keeping an eye on them, they cannot escape."

"Good! I will personally pay them a visit."

"Pass the message – Eliminate everyone except for Hope Mikaelson and the newborn."

"The message shall be conveyed and followed as instructed," the man answered.

The man bend his head lower than before and stood only after the Hollow left the room.

While making his way out, he waved and smiled to a black cloak as he passed her.

"Do not smile at me as though we're familiars!" the cloaked one warned.

"Lady, you got to relax, I'm just trying to be friendly. I can teach you a spell or two, the useful ones, against the Mikaelsons if you want."

"Just who do you think you are and how much do you know about witchcraft? You really should mind your own business!" the cloaked one growled.

"Trust me when I say that I know those spells as I have known Niklaus Mikaelson long enough." the man winked to the cloaked one before leaving the room.

"I'll see you around."

"No! You have no right to do that Nik!" Rebekah stopped Klaus with all her might.

"Say something to stop him!" Rebekah shouted to Elijah for help but he did not stir.

"Freya would have done exactly what I will be doing, trust me on this Rebekah," Klaus assured. "You do know the consequences and how important Keelin is to Freya. At this rate she's going, she would be dead by the end of today!"

"Now, move Rebekah. Don't make me move you."

Keelin stirred in bed and woke to find herself back in her bedroom.

Klaus' face softened and Rebekah immediately sprang to Keelin's bedside.

"How are you feeling love?" she took the towel by the side table and wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead.

"Horrible. My head is light and it's spinning terribly."

"Am I in hell?"

Rebekah forced a smile and returned a worried look. "What happened? Who did this?"

Keelin immediately grabbed Rebekah's arms and pleaded. "Please, save Freya! The Hollow has possessed her. Please save her!"

Rebekah's jaw dropped, as though hit by a sudden realization that things were actually more complicated than what she thought it to be. Elijah appeared to be relatively calm but from his body language, Keelin could tell that he was already deep in thoughts.

She was shocked by Klaus who suddenly flared up in anger.

"I knew it! That evil wrench! How dare she masquerade amongst us!" Klaus banged his fist against the wall.

"What happened?" Rebekah asked with concern.

"I followed her from the compound to an abandoned house but was caught. And then I saw Freya and the next thing I know, I'm here …," Keelin brows furrowed and she shook her head.

"Did that evil wrench say anything else?" Klaus asked.

"I…I don't know, I can't remember. I only recall bits here and there," Keelin shook her head.

"Keelin, are you be able to point out the location to that abandoned house?" Klaus asked in a hopeful tone.

"I'll try. It was dark but I'll try describing."

A sudden jolt of pain hit her and she immediately grabbed her stomach and clenched in pain. Her palms wrapped around a small bump protruding from her belly.

"What's…what's this? What's wrong with me?" it came out in a voice shakier than what she had intended it to be.

Rebekah glanced at her brothers who both looked away and avoided her gaze. Throwing her arms up in defeat, Rebekah sat on the bed before breaking the news.

"Keelin, I want you to stay calm regardless of what I'm about to say."

"Umm okay," Keelin bit her lips and readied herself.

"You're pregnant." Keelin flew into the orbit.

"Pregnant! Pregnant?"

Keelin went into shock moments after she regained consciousness again. She broke into a cold sweat and grasped heavily for air. The pain amplified and became overwhelmingly painful to the extent where she fainted again. The Mikaelsons tried to stabilize Keelin's condition and only relaxed when they were sure that she was safe.

"Nik, may I have a word with you outside…Please?" Rebekah said.

"Go with Rebekah," Elijah motioned. "I'll be here watching Keelin."

Klaus followed. He stared at Rebekah with slight impatience as he closed the door behind them.

"Nik, leave Keelin to me. Don't you have matters like the Hollow to handle?"

Klaus considered for a moment before uttering, "Then promise me that she will still be alive when we return."

"Promise me Rebekah, and I'll leave Keelin in your hands."

"What? You don't trust me?"

"Rebekah?" Klaus repeated.

"Fine! She will still be alive when you're back. This plan of yours better work!"

"It does and will work," Klaus replied with a confident smirk and handed Rebekah two small glass vials.

Rebekah hid them before returning to the bedroom while Klaus remained outside, his expression changed from one of confidence to that of a sympathetic frown.

"You're back," Elijah said. "Keelin woke and provided some useful coordinates."

"Shall we?"

"I'll stay here with Keelin. Go with Nik, he's outside waiting," Rebekah replied.

"Very well then," Elijah gave Rebekah a pat on her shoulder as he passed and closed the door behind him.

Keelin glanced at Rebekah with tired eyes and a sweaty forehead.

"Now that they're out of the way, we're going to have some girl's time together. Hayley and Hope arrived not long ago and are in their rooms. Let me get them here," Rebekah said.

"Rebekah, wait!" Keelin grabbed Rebekah's arm and sat up in bed with wide eyes, as though hit by a sudden realization.

"I get it now, I know what happened!"

"Noooo - " tears began to fill Keelin's eyes.

"Calm down or you'll go into shock again." Rebekah was puzzled but she didn't want Keelin to go into shock. She held her tongue of questions to herself.

"I'm fine, I'm just feeling a little…happy," Keelin smiled in bliss when she finally said.

"Happy?" Now Rebekah was totally puzzled; one moment Keelin was in shock and the next she was happy. Are these signs of hysteria?

"There's no time to lose, get Hope away from New Orleans Rebekah."

"What? Why Keelin?"

"The Hollow is ultimately after her and her magical powers."

"And the Hollow wants to sacrifice my baby, Freya and my baby, to stay immortal."

"Freya and your baby?" Rebekah repeated after her and felt that the one who might go into shock might be herself instead. Her heart skipped a beat when she repeated the words again, "Freya and your baby…?"

"Yes, Freya and my baby…" Keelin confirmed, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Rebekah was at a loss for words.

"Keelin, there's something that you need to know."

In the bedroom, Keelin stared at the red liquid test tube bottle on the dressing table.

Her conversation with Rebekah ran through her head a few times and she still couldn't believe her ears.

"You will die Keelin, it's in a matter of hours. The baby is consuming too much of your energy and at a rate faster than what you could replenish. Take and drink this. It's Hope's blood. You'll reawakened in transition as a hybrid and when you do, take another drop of Hope's blood to complete the transition."

Rebekah left the room to give her space but she knew that she's at the door for she could still hear her outside, waiting. Her words repeated a few times in her head and she struggled to grasp with reality.

Will I really die if I don't drink that bottle of blood? But ewww, blood?

She turned her attention to the bottle vial again and reached out for it but she suddenly retracted, hit by the disgust for blood.

How do you even drink something like this?

She caught sight of the photo frames on the dressing table, the photos that she and Freya took together and she reminisced. One was an impromptu shot taken on their wedding, another when they were trekking in the mountains and the last where they did a selfie when they were drinking at a bar. Freya wasn't into 21st century technology but she smiled as naturally as she could when Keelin asked her to. Small crinkles appeared around Freya's eyes when she smiled, and Keelin smiled at the sight of it.

"Freya –" Tears swelled up in her eyes as she looked at the photos, and she looked down at her bum that was bigger than earlier.

Keelin returned the frames to the table and as she did, the flood gates opened and the tears flowed uncontrollably. She could hide those tears no more – She might die, her wife possessed by a thousand year old spirit, and she her child would be sacrificed once born.

She was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions. Her eyes caught sight of their wedding photo again. She made a silly smile as she recalled the vows they exchanged and the promises they made to one another. Freya still out there battling the Hollow, alone. They were supposed to go through thick and thin together, Julie and Juliet forever. Now the Hollow possessed her wife, bent on sacrificing her unborn and she might not live to see tomorrow.

Keelin bit her lips, narrowed her eyes, and focused on the red liquid before her. She had to live, got to live, be it for herself, for Freya or for her unborn child. Filled with hope and determination, she opened the bottled vial and drank the red liquid.