Author's note: So, it's been a little while, but I've been busy with exams and stuff. This chapter is pretty short because I didn't feel adding the bit I had planned next would make the chapter flow correctly, so I'll make that the next chapter. Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter and... Yeah, enjoy :3

The blonde laid back on the long, soft grass. A soft smile played on her full lips as she noticed how blue and cloudless the sky was. The sun was beaming, making the current situation seem even better. The current situation was she and Jeremy, sitting under the white oak tree. They'd been there for a few hours. They'd been talking about the smallest things. Jeremy had asked her about her life and what she would normally do for fun. Rebekah provided him with answers and at one point, picked a flower and put it in his hair, chortling as he batted it away. Rebekah continued to gaze up at the sky, feeling so free and so peaceful, when she felt a small object hit against her stomach. She sat up and saw Jeremy looking at her and holding a small stone. He lightly tossed it at her torso and she arched a brow.

"You looked way too peaceful like that," Jeremy spoke in explanation, smirking lightly. Rebekah quickly picked up a stone and tossed it in his direction, laughing as it hit him in the chest.

"Okay, that was cruel," the Gilbert said.

"You disrupted a perfectly peaceful moment," Rebekah shrugged.

"That was the point,"

"You should appreciate the small things. Like a clear sky. Or being able to lay down without an invalid tossing stones at you," Rebekah chuckled, before retrieving a few more stones and lightly chucking them at him. The truth was, Jeremy was appreciating things right now. As she'd been laying there, he couldn't help but allow his gaze to wonder over to her and linger there. She was gorgeous. It was no secret. He noticed how her eyes in the sunlight were a similar shade to the sky she seemed to appreciate so much. He was snapped out of these thoughts by the sound of Rebekah's voice.

"If you're so adamant on us talking, why don't you tell me how you came to be lying in the middle of a village, with no recollection of how you ended up there?"

"Because I have no idea how," he replied. It was true. He honestly didn't know how he'd ended up here or what the hell was going on.

"How is that possible?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," he answered, "I really have no idea how."

"Do you remember anything that happened before you woke up?" Jeremy did. He remembered being in the cave with Bonnie. He remembered her being hurt, and him begging Katherine to help him, only for her to bite him and feed his blood to some all powerful dick, who decided to snap his neck. He remembered the pain. There was only a small flash of a white light when he died. There were no pearly gates or singing angels. There was darkness. Cold, black darkness, and a painful ringing in his head. He wasn't sure how long it lasted for. It could have been days for all he knew. All he did know was how long and excruciating it was. How it seemed it would never end and he would be stuck there, forever, forced to stay in the darkness for all eternity. But then he heard those children talking and he opened his eyes, seeing he was in a completely unfamiliar place. Could he tell her all of this? He knew how insane it sounded. He knew she'd think he was some kind of psycho and take him to whatever sort of doctor they had back then. Jeremy looked up at Rebekah and sighed.

"I remember my whole life. And I remember how I went to an island and some guy killed me. I remember waking up here. What came between the last two? I have no idea," Jeremy spoke, shrugging slightly on the last syllable. It wasn't a careless shrug. How could he be careless about this? It seemed near impossible for someone to go through this without caring about how it was happening.

Rebekah looked at him curiously, her brows knotting lightly. She couldn't figure this out. She couldn't figure him out. This was all so confusing to her. But she still wanted to help him. He seemed nice enough, just... Lost. Damaged.

"I'm trying to think of ways in which this could possibly happen, but... I'm afraid I can't," the Mikaelson sighed, frustrated at herself. It was then that she remembered. Her mother was a witch, was she not? Rebekah's face lit up. She quickly stood and held out her hand for Jeremy.

"What?"

"I have an idea," Rebekah announced, proud of herself. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up. She smiled to him.

"What idea?"

"We're going to figure out what happened to you."