I'm sorry, I was too lazy to finish the whole second part, so I decided to split this into 3 or maybe 4 parts. Either way this isn't going to be a very long story.

"Could you please shut up, I'm trying to think," Kol snapped tensely. Apparently Rebekah didn't care about that, she was just howling like some kind of siren.

"Dammit, Bekah, are you trying to kill me?" Kol murmured rubbing his temple. Aspirin… Or a shotgun, either one sounded good at the moment. How was a little runt like her even capable of forming such a racket? This was truly a nightmare, he was actually walking home wearing a toga and carrying his sister in a basket. Why the hell was he even wearing a toga? Because he had been at a college party on campus…

Yes, that started to come back to him now; he had been accepted in some sort of fraternity. That explained the "You rule bro!" written on his arm. And with a permanent marker no less. Perfect. Why the hell had he even wanted to join in some fraternity in the first place? Too much tequila; that must be it. His recollections from last night were still more than hazy; he didn't really remember anything about the women who had been with him. Well, that wasn't anything new; he didn't usually even bother to learn the names of his toys. Speaking of toys, Bekah would probably need few; maybe that would shut her up.

"There, there," Kol muttered, trying to swing the basket calmingly. It didn't help, she was still screaming like someone would have been torturing her.

"Come on, Bekah…"

Kol sighed and scooped the loud little thing up; her face was red because of all the screaming. She was only wearing a diaper and a colorful blanket that had been wrapped around her. Kol had never held a baby in his life and he certainly wouldn't have wanted to start now. He remembered hearing that their neck was delicate, it needed to be supported. Baby Bekah was looking at him in wonder, like she would have known that he had no idea what he was doing, but at least she had stopped screaming.

"There, all better," he muttered and decided to carry her in his arms, what ever would keep her quiet. Thankfully they were almost home. What the hell was he going to say to Elijah and Nik? This definitely wasn't his day. Well, at least baby Bekah seemed to be asleep. He placed her back in the basket before reaching the mansion. Thankfully it was still early; perhaps no one was up yet. He opened the door and sneaked in as silently as possible, he would definitely change his clothes before speaking to his brothers. All he had to do was get to his room unnoticed…

"Well, hi there, Socrates," Nik's voice said. "Did you lose your horse?"

Great. Kol sighed before he turned to face his brother.

"Rough night, brother?" Nik asked grinning.

"You could say that."

"Hmm. What do you got there, some breakfast?"

"See for yourself," Kol muttered and placed the basket on the floor.

Nik seemed curious when he looked inside the basket, but his curiosity was quickly replaced by outrage when he saw the baby who was now sleeping like an angel.

"What…" Apparently he needed a moment in order to regain his self-control before he was able to continue. "There will be no baby eating in this house and that's final," he stated firmly. "Honestly, Kol, just because they are small enough to fit into a picnic basket, doesn't mean that it's acceptable to eat them…"

"Have you lost your mind?" Kol snapped. "I'm not going to eat her!"

Nik frowned.

"Why did you bring that baby here then? And where did you get it?"

Kol didn't have time to reply when Elijah appeared from the living room.

"What's going on here?" he asked.

"He's a baby eater," Nik announced.

"No, I'm not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are t…"

"Alright, enough," Elijah interrupted them. "Could someone please tell me what…"

He never finished his sentence when baby Bekah started to gurgle. Elijah's body tensed and he looked inside the basket before turning his gaze towards Kol.

"Kol, you better have a good explanation to this," he stated icily.

"I told you, he's a baby eater," Nik said.

Elijah's eyes narrowed.

"Kol…"

"For heavens sake, Elijah, why would I want to eat babies, they barely have any blood at all…" Judging by Elijah's expression, that wasn't a good argument. "Look, you know that sometimes I do irrational things, right?"

"Yes," Elijah and Nik replied simultaneously.

Kol paused and bit his bottom lip.

"Well, I kind of did something last night…"

"You stole someone's baby?" Nik asked.

"No, not really."

"Just spit it out, Kol," Elijah said impatiently. "What did you do?"

Kol looked at both of his brothers and his sister who was still gurgling in the basket.

"Ok… That baby is Bekah."

Nik and Elijah stared at him like he would have lost his mind.

"What?"

"Yes, our sister is a baby, but that's not all bad, right? All the women want to look younger, don't they?"

Again, not a good argument. Both of his brothers were quiet for a long while, looking at him and baby Bekah alternately.

"Alright," Nik finally said sounding surprisingly calm. "Tell me how this happened and then I'll kill you."

"You will have to wait for your turn," Elijah stated. "Now, how did this happen?"