"Nik," Rebekah spoke, slightly nervous. He never was a fan of his baby sister spending time with men she didn't know. Jeremy's thoughts of Bonnie were still present, but now he was even more confused. He couldn't understand how any of this had happened. How he'd somehow gone back in time and met Klaus and Rebekah, two people he hated. And he liked this Rebekah. She was different to what he'd been told and to how he imagined. But this was a thousand years before Jeremy had even been born. She'd had a lot of time to change. Jeremy arched a brow as his eyes scanned over Klaus once. Klaus? Seriously, this dude was Klaus? Jeremy knew he was, obviously, they had the same face, but the hair and the outfit and... Everything about him seemed different. More gentle. Even the small things, like the way he stood, not shifting his weight, as if he wanted to appear more strong. The normal Klaus had no problem shifting all of his weight to one side. He didn't need to appear strong, he already knew he was. Klaus, or 'Nik', as Rebekah called him, raised his eyebrows.

"Well?" he asked.

"This is Jeremy. Henrik found him in the village and he can't remember how he got here, so I invited him back here so he could get some food and try to figure out what happened," the female Mikaelson explained.

"And they were about to kiss," Henrik added, a mischievous smile on his lips. Rebekah shot him a quick glare, before her eyes flicked back to Klaus's.

"We weren't, Henrik just seems to have a strange desire for it to happen."

"Well, he does take after Kol," Klaus smirked and nodded to Jeremy.

"Niklaus Mikaelson. Call me Nik."

"Hey... Nik," Jeremy said, the pause between the words caused by how freaked out he was. So, Klaus was being nice, and he was telling him to call him Nik? This really hadn't been on Jeremy's list of things to do after he died. Then again, not a lot was, apart from rotting in the ground and providing worms with a pretty good meal. He'd hoped it would be a pretty good meal, anyway. It would be a bit crap if he died and not even the worms wanted him. Catching himself thinking this, Jeremy snapped out of it.

"So, you haven't an idea of how you arrived here?" Klaus questioned.

"Nope," the Gilbert answered, shaking his head. Noticing the bowl of soup in Jeremy's hand, Klaus looked at Rebekah. She arched a brow and waited for him to speak.

"Yes?"

"You gave a man you hardly know soup and you provide none for your favourite brother?" Klaus asked, faking an offended tone.

"Oh, be quiet. You sound like Kol," Rebekah rolled her eyes and got him a bowl, handing it to him. She didn't warn him about how hot it was like she warned Jeremy, resulting in Klaus burning his tongue and glaring at Rebekah as she gave him a victorious smirk.

"Bekah," he said firmly.

"What? You said you wanted soup," she shrugged, her smirk still strong on her features. Jeremy couldn't help but grin and laugh. Rebekah smiled to him.

"Told you they were going to kiss," Henrik added again. Rebekah lifted up one of his toys and tossed it at him, before turning back to Jeremy and Klaus.

"You do realise Kol is going to be worse and he knows how to make educated insults, don't you?" Klaus asked, sipping some of the now drinkable soup.

"Yes, which is why I hope he stays at... What's her name again?" Rebekah asked.

"Ingrid," Klaus replied.

"I hope he stays with her doing... Well, whatever they're doing,"

"I think we all know what they're doing," Henrik smirked, snickering. Klaus grinned at his younger brother.

"Hush, Henrik. What would mother do if she heard you talk of such inappropriate matters?" Klaus teased.

"Tell dad..." Henrik said quietly. Jeremy raised his eyebrow, noting how the atmosphere in the room had completely changed. He heard Klaus sigh. He knew Klaus couldn't have meant for Henrik to say this, but he had and the Mikaelson siblings that were present had all gone silent, their gazes diverting to the floor. Rebekah played with her braid nervously, Klaus with his thumbs and Henrik did nothing at all.

"I'm sorry..." the boy whispered. "I-I didn't mean to..." Klaus sighed and walked over to him, sitting next to him and smiling to him weakly.

"It's alright, brother. We know you didn't," said Klaus softly. Jeremy was even more confused by this. Klaus being so affectionate and caring. Oh, how a thousand years could change someone. Jeremy felt someone take his hand. Glancing at his hand, he recognised the sky blue sleeve. His eyes followed the sleeve up to exactly where he expected it to leave, Rebekah's face. She must have known how out of place he felt right now, as she led him out of the home. She let go of his hand. They walked together silently for a while, until they reached a large field. They continued walking until Rebekah stopped and sat under a large white oak tree. Jeremy felt it was only sensible to do the same, so he did. He took a seat about two feet away from her.

"I suppose I'd better explain..." Rebekah murmured, looking down and playing with a small purple plant. Jeremy realised it was vervain.

"My father is... Difficult. Stubborn," the blonde sighed, still not looking at Jeremy.

"We don't have to talk about it, you know."

"I just thought you had a right to know after witnessing what happened in there.

"It's alright, honestly, Rebekah," he spoke kindly, offering her a small smile when she finally looked up at him. She returned this smile.

"Bekah," she said simply.

"Huh?"

"Call me Bekah," the Mikaelson's smile widened slightly.

"Okay," he paused, "it's alright, honestly, Bekah." A charming smile formed on his lips and she looked up into his eyes. A beautiful, genuine smile curved her lips upwards as she nodded once.