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Everything from the last chapter to the end of the next happened within the confines of DWTH. It's literally the bonus stuff that I never put in. So if you're reading this and you didn't read the other one and you want to read about the reactions of Kol's family to Lexa she enters the story at chapter 10 at which point my ELEJAH story morphed in to a KLAROLINE, LOL, FONNIE (FinnxBonnie) story.
July 2015
Elena lifted the car seat holding her newborn daughter onto the bench and tried not to dwell to long on the knowledge that her twins first outing was to a cemetery. There was something strangely morbid in that.
"The spell was cast in the fall of 1001," Elena's eyes flickered to Piper when she joined her with baby Faith. "You can go any time before that." She looked at shadows beneath Lexa's eyes. "Are you sure you're up for this Lexa?"
"I'm fine." Lexa drew in a deep breath and held her hand over her turning son; she was five months pregnant at that point and could feel her baby kicking. That was the first time he had ever kicked. She swallowed down her tears and steeled her nerves. "I just really wish that phone call had gone through. How about May 13, 1001"
"That sounds good to me," Phoebe offered her an encouraging smile.
Lexa returned it before nodding once and joining hands with Phoebe and Paige. Their voices swirled together in the shadow of the mausoleum.
Hear the words, hear the rhyme
Heed the hope within our minds
Send us back so we can find
What we seek in space and time.
May 13, 1001 AD
Paige pulled Lexa behind a tree when she swayed and held her elbows. The dazed look in the blonde's eyes made her uneasy.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Phoebe glanced around the side of the tree and into the center of the busy village. She was still a little in awe of the fact that it had worked. She easily recognized Kol's little sister when she passed through a beam of sunlight carrying a basket of herbs.
"No I'm not alright," Lexa swiped at her tears. "In the last twenty-four hours I have been kidnapped by my husband's crazy aunt, and then subsequently abducted by his siblings and father. I've had my magic cut off and later returned. I helped Elena deliver her daughters, and now I am in the in the past; literally hundreds of years before I was born to take the blood of a witch I do not know so I can kill the one we may as well call Rumpelstiltskin."
Phoebe lifted a bottle of water from her bag and uncapped it. She rubbed soothingly between Lexa's shoulder blades and held the cool liquid to her lips.
"Slow sips, sweetie," Paige wrapped her arm around her friend's waist. "It's going to be alright."
"How could you possibly know that?" Lexa sniffled. She took gasping breaths and wiped her hand across her mouth.
"Because," Phoebe smirked, "like you: sometimes I know things." She leaned back and hid the water back in her bag. "And I know that we are going to get this blood. I know that you are going to confront Rumpelstiltskin, and you are going to do it surrounded by your family."
"Take some time to get be ready," Paige pulled a pine needle from her hair, "we've got a thousand odd years before anything actually happens."
Lexa managed a watery smile. She took a few minutes to steady herself before pushing away from the tree.
"There's one thing we didn't think of," she chewed on her lip, "the language barrier."
"I brought a spell for that," Phoebe held up her finger to signify that she should wait. "Or rather Piper made a potion for that." She lifted a small vial with a lilac coloured liquid.
"Is that safe?" Lexa smoothed her shirt down. It was a borrowed maternity blouse of Piper's from nearly a decade before.
"Perfectly safe," Paige assured her. "If it affects your son at all it will be for the better. He'll just understand every language."
"I wonder if it'll let me understand baby talk." Lexa pressed her lips together and laughed.
"It's only temporary," Phoebe took a sip and passed the vial to Paige, "according to the book the longest it has ever lasted is a week."
"Alright then," Lexa exhaled before downing a small sip. Her eyes widened at the sweet taste that exploded over her tongue. "How should we do this?"
"Which witch is Original witch?" Paige poked her head around the tree and peered into the village.
"No idea," Lexa shook her head, "I've never seen the woman before in my life."
"That means she hasn't been born yet," Phoebe stage whispered. "She's less than a thousand years old."
"I believe I already mentioned that," Lexa rolled her eyes. "There's Rebekah," she nodded to the blonde. Lexa watched her pause and say something to a young boy before walking towards a home with flowers hanging from the windows. "That's the house."
Phoebe turned her head to watch her friend for a moment before making the obvious suggestion.
"We could just try asking," she lifted her eyebrows.
"We don't exactly blend in," Lexa nodded to their clothes.
"So we don't be seen until we're at the door," Paige arched an eyebrow.
"This woman was trying to kill her grandchildren from the other side," Lexa cradled her stomach protectively.
"That was after a thousand years spent on the other side," Phoebe reasoned. "Right now she is still a mother who loves her children unconditionally, right?"
"And if it goes badly," Paige tilted her head, "we can just put her to sleep and take the blood. You know a spell to alter someone's memory."
Lexa nodded hesitantly before allowing Paige to take her arm and steer her around the side of the tree. They skirted the village until they were behind the Mikaelson home. She took the vial from Phoebe and tucked it in her pocket.
"Let me try this alone."
"We're right here if you need us," Paige smiled.
Lexa took a deep breath before muttering a spell for invisibility under her breath. Even knowing that nobody could see her she took the time to look this way and that before stepping lightly through the small garden and coming to a stop beside the open door. She took a deep breath through her nose and immediately regretted it when she was greeted with the heady smells of a farm; it had been a few dozen decades since she had been around that smell.
She closed her eyes and willed her stomach to settle before gently stepping through the crack in the door into the house.
Lexa followed her ears and the rhythmic sound of grinding around the roughhewn furniture and into what had to be the main room of the house. She peeked into each room that she passed until she was certain they were all empty.
When she finally turned to the person grinding herbs over a tall table the breath caught in her throat.
Sunlight streamed through the low window and illuminated the bare arms. The lean muscles shifted under the weight of the task. It was the complete focus on his face that made her abdomen quiver with the beginning strains of arousal.
She blamed the baby hormones. She really did. It had nothing to do with the thick muscle she could see straining in his arms and neck. It had nothing to do with the intense light in his eyes. It had nothing to do with the bead of sweat running down his tanned chest.
It was the baby hormones.
She held her breath when he stopped and lifted his gaze in her direction. Could he see her? How much trouble would she cause if he could?
She exhaled when she realized he was looking through her. It was a very curious look, almost as if he could sense her, but he was looking through her.
"Kol," an older woman strode into the house, "I sent your brother for woodruff, but it appears he has become distracted. Kol?"
His head snapped around to the woman. "Sorry mother," he frowned at the empty space, "I got distracted."
"Then an excursion will do you well," Esther smiled, "go on." She waited until her son was gone before shutting the door with a wave of her hand and examining the work Kol had completed. "You can come out now."
Lexa swallowed. She quietly lowered her invisibility spell and stepped forward.
"Kindly explain who you are," Esther sprinkled the ground herbs into an iron pot, "and what you are doing in my home."
"Well," Lexa tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I uh I don't think you'll believe me."
"I will be the judge of that," Esther's eyes fell to Lexa's swollen stomach.
Lexa licked her suddenly dry lips and took a few steps closer. "I need your blood… for a spell."
She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so nervous. Kol had once described his mother as a genius witch and an overprotective matriarch.
A line appeared between Esther's brows. She tilted her head to the side and scrutinized the blonde.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Lexa," she blinked. "I came back in time," honesty seemed the best way to go. She reminded herself again that she could put Esther to sleep if need be and alter her memory. "I married your son."
Esther's eyes fell to the glittering emeralds on Lexa's hand when she held her stomach. She stepped around the table and stopped in front of the young woman and tilted her head down.
Anxiety swirled in her chest when Esther laid her hands on the baby bump.
"This is your first," her eyes widened.
Lexa nodded once. It was a statement not a question, but she still confirmed it.
"I need your blood to stop her," Lexa grimaced when the baby kicked her kidney.
"You've found a way to stop her?" Esther's brows shot up. "Why didn't you just ask me in your present?" She sighed when Lexa bit her lip. "I'm no longer alive."
Her curls swayed around her head when she shook it. "I'm hoping you will help me."
Esther shook her head and sighed before backing up to the table. "There is no stopping Dahlia. The only way to keep her from taking the child is if the child does not exist."
"It will work," Lexa insisted. "I know it will work," she stepped towards Esther and caught a glimpse of Klaus moving towards the house.
"No it won't," Esther sighed.
"Am I to take it that means you won't help me?" Lexa steeled her nerves when Esther nodded. "Very well; I tried it the nice way, but I will be damned if I let that woman take my son." A deadly sense of calm took over her when she raised her hand and whispered the invocation with every ounce of power in her body. "Dormir."
Lexa saw the surprise register in Esther's dark eyes before they drifted shut and the woman slumped down on the floor. She pulled the vial from her pocket and lifted a knife from the table. She drew the blade gently over Esther's wrist and watched the blood fill the glass.
"Mierda," she swore when the door opened. Her voice dropped to a hushed whisper. "Invisque."
She scrambled back out of the way when Klaus rushed forward and fell to his knees in front of his mother. She thanked her lucky stars that the memory manipulation spell was non-verbal. She didn't have anything to replace the lost memory with however so she could only pray Esther wouldn't question the lost time between Kol's departure and her 'fainting spell'.
Lexa tucked the blood into her pocket when she emerged into the sunlight and closed her eyes to center herself before starting across the small garden.
"How did it go?" Phoebe asked when she lowered the invisibility spell.
"She is a singularly stubborn woman with little faith in the abilities of me or the plan, which she never bothered to ask about," Lexa exhaled sharply. "I put her to sleep."
"As long as you got the blood," Paige took her hand and lifted the paper with the spell to return.
One chapter left... I promise it's all fluff and smut.