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There are a planned 6 chapters left... I worked it out so the whole story should be 20 chapters long... not much longer till she finds him again.

June 22, 1992

After nearly three hundred years her dreams had become increasingly clear. It got to the point where she always knew when she was dreaming. It certainly helped that she typically started the night in her bedroom with her immobile lover before choosing to enter the realm of complete unconsciousness.

Usually she could alter her dreams when she didn't like it, or when she got scared. Like the time she had summoned Kol to save her from the pit of bodies, or when she just wanted to see the sun cresting over the horizon.

She always knew when she was dreaming, but this didn't feel like a dream. She couldn't alter what was happening. She couldn't effect what was happening; she could only watch.

She could only stare as the dark haired girl strained under the weight of her task. She couldn't have been any older than Lexa; not any older than Lexa looked anyway.

Lexa found she could move freely around the room and she used that to her advantage. It had been nearly three hundred years since she had assisted Tia in the birthing chamber and she found she had no desire to see the child being born in the brightly lit office.

Writing arched over the frosted window of the door.

.D .M ,TRETBLIG NOSYARG

She was just deciphering the backwards lettering on the door when the baby wailed. She turned away from the door and tried to understand the fluttering in her chest when she laid eyes on the baby girl.

She never could make sense of any of these visions. She knew that was what they were at this point in time.

Why else would she clearly see one of Kol's brothers with the girl whose birth she had witnessed in another unchangeable dream?

She tried to block his path when he locked eyes with the girl, a young woman now. It was in vain. The vampire passed directly through her.

Anger surged in her chest when his hand closed around the brunette's arm. It dispelled quickly when the sudden certainty that the Original would never cause the girl physical harm settled over her shoulders.

The images seemed to blur together after that.

Lexa got the impression the girl was terrified of him at first, but that it had more to do with the circumstances of the meeting than with him.

That impression grew to a certainty when she saw the grudging respect grow to admiration with the striking of several deals that she couldn't always hear. By the time she was watching the brunette climb into her car in the dead of night outside the sprawling mansion the admiration in his eyes had turned to affection.

Lexa wasn't sure how much time had passed.

She wasn't sure how long it had been since the girl had left him outside that mansion, but she got the sense that it had been several years.

That was what she thought when her consciousness popped into the crowded bar. She caught a glimpse the brother she knew to be Elijah leaving through the door with the brunette. She made to follow them only to have the street fade away before she could make out any discerning features.

The asphalt melted, twisted and morphed into cold stone.

She saw the very clear features of a young woman as she glared at Elijah.

From the corner of her eyes she saw the magical paraphernalia, and the woman she had been seeing all night. On her other side she sensed the stare that had been on her body since landing in the room.

Lexa couldn't alter anything in the room, but the way the vampires turned to look at her told her she was most definitely part of the scene. She was there. She was with them. She was six feet away from him.

Before she could close the distance and wrap her arms around his neck, and never let go again, the scene faded away. The last thing she saw was the girl standing with her over the body of a vampire with two other women.

Lexa couldn't understand why her eyes were drawn to the bump on the brunette's stomach.

So went the nineties. Time passed by and the dreams that were not dreams continued. Sometimes it was just flashes. Sometimes she saw short scenes. Sometimes she saw the faces of the witches from the stone room.

It always ended with him. Sometimes he was looking at her as if he could actually see her. Sometimes his hands were on her body. Sometimes she saw the brunette at the same time.

The thing that perplexed her was when she saw Elijah and the woman staring out at the heavy snow. The way his hands had settled lovingly, protectively, over the swell of her stomach was very telling.

The child she carried was his.

Unfortunately, the rest of her visions were not. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if she could find the brunette she would find Kol, but she had no idea where to start.

The recurring vision seemed to be the one in the bar, but it was still a long way from being clear. She knew it would be years before she received enough information to find them from that one scene.

I know this chapter was shorter than the others, but I'm planning on trying to get the chapters out faster now so they might be a little shorter, or they could be absurdly long... all depends on the muse.