I don't own TVD or TO. I own Sara.

Sorry guys. Super short chapter.

Chapter 13

They were now walking back to the compound. "Sorry to cut the day short. I know you had plans." She said quietly to Marcel.

He stopped walking and turned her to face him. His hands were on her arms. When she didn't look at him, he gently lifted her head up. "It's okay. Family is important. We'll go home and get this over with then I'll cook dinner."

She smiled and almost squealed, he was an amazing cook. "Anything with pasta, I really need some pasta."

Marcel laughed as they proceeded home.

The rest of the walk was spent in silence. Once in the compound they went to the basement. Marcel pricked his finger and inserted it into some form of keyhole, as Sara undid the spell locking the room and then, simultaneously, they placed their hands on the hidden palm scanners. They entered the room as the door opened.

Their most valuable items were in this room, as well as anything magical. Marcel had a way to put things into the room when she wasn't there, but they both had to be there to enter or take anything out. In the back was her work station and in front of it was his favourite chair. Due to how much time they spent when they were down there he moved his comfiest chair in so he could nap or read while she worked. Today he chose to read.

It took her a lot less time then expected to create the rather nasty concoction he needed to drink. She prepared 5 days worth and wrote a note on how to mix it to water, when to take it and all the other important information. She packaged it all up and they heard upstairs. The room was now resealed and they were in the garage.

Jacque, one of the outer layer, inner circle members, met them in the garage. Marcel hadn't spoken much knowing this was his Queen's show and she was focused. He'd once made the mistake of trying to call her attention when she was deadly focused and found his daylight ring finicky for a week after.

"I want you to call me before approaching the house. Bluetooth head set, please." She told him. "None of this can break and they have to receive all of it. Bring blood bags because you won't be stopping till after you leave the town. The GPS is programmed with a back roads approach to the house you're going to." She handed him the keys to one of her cars, her Ferrari. She didn't want anyone else driving it, but this was an urgent matter and it was by far the fastest car. It was spelled for stealth, meaning mortals couldn't see it unless it was driving the speed limit or under, which it rarely ever did. "If you even so much as dent the car, I'll put you in the Garden for 30 years. And whatever you do, do not stay in that town one second more than you need to."

The man nodded and quickly left. He knew not to cross her and to listen to ever word she said. She was never harsh or strict unless it was completed necessary. However determined he was for this to go as smoothly as possible, he was even more excited to be driving one of the, as they're nick named, Fina-Fleet, cars. Even Marcel rarely got behind the wheel of any of them.

He knew that there were multiple reasons he'd been chosen for this trip and did not take it likely. He was trusted enough to do such, but not valued enough to be missed if for some reason he died. He had a daylight ring so he could make it there and back without having to wait for night. He was also chosen as he'd had a mother and sister that were witches so he understood the careful handling of magical potions and how to handle the spelled car.

Marcellus and Sarafina had recently returned from a run and sparring session. They'd showered and were ready for dinner. Sara's hair was up in a wet bun. She wore black exercise shorts and a comfortable T-shirt. He wore practically he same thing.

Sara was already positioned at the breakfast bar with her laptop, probably researching spells and taking notes. Her favourite way to kill time was to invent new spells. This was something most witches didn't do anymore, they just used the ones in their grimoires that were made generations ago. It was just one of the many things that set this particular witch apart. This was also why she was probably the only person in the world to spell cars and other modern age inventions. Her hard drive was backed up remotely through out the day. Her computer was her grimoire.

Marcel started on making dinner when he entered. He placed a glass of wine beside his best friend and turned on some quiet music. He loved to cook, although rarely would anyone but her ever see it. He knew he was going to make some Italian dish with loads of pasta and cheese, because it was exactly what she'd want. Stressed Sara was a hungry Sara, and he knew she was more anxious than she was letting on. Her family once again had managed to cause her pain.

Just when she had thought something had happened to her delivery man, Jacque called.

"Jacque, update please."

He loved how she was always polite. "I'm pulling into the property now."

"Stay on the line until you leave the house."

"Okay."

Sara could here him get out of the car, and close the door. She then heard him slammed the trunk and the distant sound of him knocking. Hello, what can I do for you? She heard her father say.

"I have a delivery for you. Regards from the Queen."

I haven't ordered anything. Who are you? And what are you doing here? Who the hell is the Queen.

"Take the damn box Day." She spoke into her phone, knowing full well he could hear her.

Sara? What the hell is this Queen thing? This is the stuff for Evillaric?

"Ya. Instructions are inside. I'll explain that when I get home." She paused for a moment. "K, Jacque, you're needed back for tonight. Remember my instructions." She knew he'd nodded in approval and walked away from the house. It did not surprise me when she heard her father call out and attempt to get they attention, nor did it surprise her that within a moment she heard the car door close.

"I'm off the property milady. I will not stop in town. You have my word."

"Good bye. Drive safe." And they hung up.

The two powerful friends sat down to a nice Italian dinner and had a couple enjoyable days together. They'd dealt with a couple problems and Sara had visited the leaders of the factions simply so they didn't forget Marcel wasn't alone. They spent more time with Davina and they practiced magic and control techniques. They bought her a phone for emergencies and some other things. Sara played practical jokes on Marcel and the other vampires, which lightened the mood around the compound.

All in all, she and everyone else enjoyed her visit, but sadly it had to be interrupted. She got a phone call from Kol asking her to come home and help his family. He wanted her to unlink them. Her father had also called saying there was something important he had to tell her and that Alaric was doing a little better, but he wanted her and Bonnie to work together for a permanent solution.

Thanks peoples. Love you all. Let me know how you feel about it! I've written up to just before the Hunter shows up, so I'm trying to decide whether I want her to leave with Klaus and Elijah to New Orleans or stay with the TVD timeline. Or maybe even bounce back and fourth. Let me know what you think?

Maybe that's better to ask later on. Cause you know, the relationships change and evolve. Whateves, I'd love to hear what you think about it at this point, and if that changes later?

You are all the bomb!

-Nicole