I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

"I know she's here!" a voice bellowed which jolted her from her sleep and had her peering around through her hair rather groggily as she looked for the source of the voice. Now she noticed that she was wrapped up in the finest sheets, and very warm. Confused she sat up, feeling the shirt she was wearing slide off her shoulder.

"Marcellus!?" a shocked voice downstairs had her stumbling out of the bed, she tripped, hissed as she stubbed her toe on a chest and hopped to the door. Yanking it open as she ran out on a balcony overlooking a corridor.

"Where's Davina! What have you sick bastards done with her!" Marcel bellowed and there was some crashing as Davina darted after that sound. She raced down the stairs and swung around the archway to see a shocked Klaus fighting with Marcel.

"Marcel!" she shouted happily and ran into the fray without worry as she leapt to hug him again.

"D!" he sputtered as he caught her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Who the hell are you!?" a new voice bellowed. She cringed now as she saw Marcel glaring over her head, and she slowly turned to face her brother-in-law. Youth had not tempered his glare, Klaus Mikaelson towered over her, his blue eyes brilliantly lit, and his blond hair displaced as he snarled at her.

"Ah, Davina, I see you've met the family," Kol greeted casually.

"What the hell am I doing here!?" she demanded. Marcel didn't let her go as he yanked her into his chest and snarled like a bear as he glared at the Mikaelsons.

"You were exhausted, and I wasn't going to leave you in that hovel of a motel," Kol answered with a shrug.

"You brought her here!?" Klaus snarled. "And how are you alive!?" Klaus turned to Marcel and Marcel tightened his grip on her.

"Get your things, D, we're leaving," Marcel stated.

"They're at a motel and we're not," she retorted as she gripped her dad's shirt and tried to escape his hold if only to hide behind him from Klaus.

"They're here, they were in your room," Kol countered.

"They were?" she sputtered in disbelief as she craned around to glare at her husband.

"Yes, I retrieved them after I retrieved you," he stated with a wry smile.

"How the hell did you get tangled up with Mikaelsons D!?" Marcel demanded pulling her from his chest to glare at her.

"She had an object of mine," Kol lied. "How'd she get tangled up with the likes of you?" Kol growled dangerously as he circled the room, his eyes were dangerously lit.

Klaus just seemed utterly flummoxed for the first time in her memory and stood there scowling.

"D, get your things, we're leaving," Marcel repeated.

"I can't!" Davina snapped.

"Did he compel you!?" Marcel demanded.

"Who?"

"Kol!" he grounded out through gritted teeth.

"What's with all the bloody racket! Can't a girl get some shut eye here!?" a tired, annoyed voice demanded as Rebekah stormed into the room and her eyes widened in disbelief. "Marcel," she breathed.

"And that's my cue," Davina decided as she slipped Marcel's grasp and darted out of the room back up the stairs to go get dressed. It didn't take long, and she pulled her hair up in a ponytail as she ran to leave.

"D!" Marcel snapped when she reappeared.

"Let's get coffee," she grabbed his hand as she dragged him after her before anything else could happen.

"Davina Claire!" Marcel snapped in his most authoritative dad voice which had her stopping as she turned to face him. "You had better get talking young lady, I want answers," he warned as he held up his finger at her.

"Yes dad," she groaned. "Coffee!" she perked up just as Kol reappeared; looking surly as ever.

"For the first time ever, I agree with Marcel."

"No coffee, no answers, is that clear!?" she snapped at the men who were glaring at one another. "Coffee," she repeated.

Marcel sighed as he slung his arm around her shoulders and put himself between her and Kol. Kol frowned but got the car, Davina slipped into the passenger seat and felt both Marcel and Kol glaring at her. Somehow in all her manic planning she had been doing she had not counted on Marcel coming after her. God this was worse than when she was actually sixteen!

"This is awkward," she muttered as she got out of the car and walked to the café to get coffee.

"Davina Claire, if you don't start talking, I will start grounding, young lady," Marcel warned her as he appeared behind her while she waited in line.

"I'll explain," she said. "I just can't do it with Kol around."

"Why not, love?"

"I'm de-caffeinated Kol, not stupid, you don't trust me, not yet and I'm not going to end of a blood smear on the floor cause you don't like what I'm going to tell Marcel."

"So, you'll tell him, but not me?" Kol drawled curiously.

"He's my dad," she stated in exasperation.

"I am?" Marcel asked in disbelief.

"You just threatened to ground me!" Davina stated in disbelief as she gaped at Marcel.

"I didn't actually think that would work!" Marcel defended. Davina gaped at Kol who was snickering and then stared at her dad.

"This is explaining so much," Kol giggled.

"Be nice," she ordered as she elbowed him.

"So, if I'm your dad…" Marcel smiled. "I can ground you!" he decided gleefully.

"You can try," she offered as she got to the counter.

"Teenagers," she heard Kol stated.

"I can hear you!" she hissed as she glared at him over her shoulder.

"That's the point, love," he smiled that lazy smile of his which had her wanting to throttle him.

"Leave," she waved him off and placed her order. When she turned back to Marcel who added onto her order with croissants and his own coffee before paying. Davina picked a seat for them and sat down. Marcel had a stern expression in place now.

"I'm Davina Claire," she stated.

"D," he started.

"I'm not the sixteen-year-old you saved," she cut him off then and he stared at her. "I'm from the future, and I'm in this body," she started. Davina explained the artifact, avoiding mentioning that she was married at all, merely stating that in her time she had been investigating it because it had just appeared in her kitchen. She went on to explain how she had gone to a magic school that wasn't founded yet, and she had been dying holding the artifact.

"And then I woke up in that attic again and you were there," Davina finished.

"That's… wow," he muttered in disbelief.

"Yeah," she agreed. "I'm still having trouble wrapping my head around it," she admitted.

"Why'd you come here?" he demanded.

"Kol is the most knowledgeable witch alive, vampire or not, he knows about magic and dark objects than anyone in the occult. And in my time, he's my best friend, he seemed like the best starting point," she admitted.

"For?"

"For figuring out whatever the hell had happened," she sighed as she rubbed her brow. "He has the artifact right now, so I guess he's looking into it."

"You guess?" Marcel snarled. "D, that man is the most untrustworthy, dangerous, unpredictable…"

"Wily, happy homicidal maniac," she finished for him. "Lord knows how many of those lectures I endured from you about him, believe me I know, but he's great at this stuff, witch stuff. He's also my best friend, Marcel, and I don't have many of those as a sixteen year old or as an adult, so he means a lot to me."

"D…"

"Please," she cut him off. "Please, let it go, whatever it is, I've heard it all and I know our connection is a shock to you, but you're my dad, and he's my best friend, you're both monsters, and you've both done horrible unspeakable things. I love you both, so please, please just move on. I don't have a lot of time to change things."

"Change things!?" he sputtered.

"Yes," she stated.

"D, I'm not a quantum physicist but even I know you can't meddle with time," he hissed softly. "There will be consequences!"

"I know that," she stated. "I'm aware of Magic and consequences! And I know this is going to get bloody and messy and mess up things in different ways, but I have to do this!"

"Why?"

"Because I can't let Kol die, I can't let you die or my family, I can't let evil walk the earth breaking the laws of nature, and I can't let that fucking bitch ruin everything because she and her crazy husband are so self-absorbed they can't see they just do more damage than good, and now there's an Armageddon to stop and trust me here, Marcel, I've met the idiots who are probably going to chase after it and I need to help stop it, them, it just… there's a lot of ghost stories I need to eliminate before I run out of time, I want my family safe, no matter what."

"Run out of time?"

"I don't know how that artifact worked," she pointed out.

"Shit, D," he sighed. "How old are you, really?"

"Can't say, Kol's probably somewhere listening right now," she muttered as she folded her arms. "But I'm an adult, perfectly healthy, disease-free adult."

"Klaus is probably nearby listening too," Marcel decided tiredly.

She shrugged. "Probably. How'd you find me?"

"I had the police trace the phone number you called me with, then the motel said a man with a British accent checked you out, so I figured out where they lived, and found you at the Mikaelsons of all places," he answered. "And adult or not, I'm still older than you and you just said I'm your dad so I'm grounding you for stealing a truck and running away."

"What!?"

"Oh yeah, big time," he nodded. "You are grounded little lady."

"Going to revoke my cell phone privileges?" she sighed dramatically before sniggering at the thought considering she didn't have a phone.

"I just might buy one for you so I can!" he promised.

She burst into laughter. "I missed you," she said honestly.

"Yeah, you pull a stunt like this again and you won't," he reminded her. "Teen or not, your now my kid and I will take you over my knee if you scare me like this again! I thought you were snatched by witches, D!"

"Not yet," she promised. "Not yet," she sighed. "Crap, I gotta go!" she gasped when she saw the time and she was scrambling out of her chair, grabbing her coat.

"Hey," Marcel caught her hand and she spun around to look at him. "I'm not letting you stay with the Mikaelsons, so tonight we'll find a place and you can tell me more about what you're doing and what's going."

"Deal," she agreed.

"Stay safe, D," he ordered.

"No promises!"

"You believe this drivel!?" Klaus demanded appearing beside him.

"So far," Kol admitted.

"Why'd you bring her to the house?" Klaus demanded.

"Why are you so besotted with the baby vamp?" Kol countered and smirked seeing his brother's eyes narrow before he ran after Davina. He caught her before she made it to the park.

"Marcel saved me," she stated before he could ask. "Took me in and raised me, he's my dad. So please play nice with him."

"Saved you from what?"

"Can't say," she answered.

"Yet?" he offered but she stopped and frowned.

"No, no yet, I can't say," she answered with a shake of her head.

"Does it have to do with your list?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"But you can't tell me despite me having read it," he countered.

"Because it's the one thing I can't guarantee the outcome in," she answered cryptically. "And I can't tell you because of that. Everything else, if it goes to my plan, it'll have better consequences, but this, this is the one thing I can't guarantee, and I don't want to stress you or Marcel out with it."

"Yet," he tried again.

"Ever," she countered.

He growled a bit in annoyance as he handed her the list again.

Davina looked at it then and her eyes widened at the end of her list. "You think…?"

"Bekah won't stop, she wants the cure, but Silas…"

"No, I agree with you, it belongs on the list," she admitted.

"Who are Hayley and Freya, and who's Dahlia?" he asked.

"Can't say yet."

"You're very frustrating."

"Yes, I am," she agreed. "But so are you. What can you tell me about the Silas thing?" She asked as she folded the list and slipped it in her pocket.

"You know the legends, darling," he pointed out.

"But they're just legends," she pointed out. "I fully believe it, trust me, after everything I saw as an adult, I believe in Silas, but I don't know anything beside the legends," she admitted.

He stared at her, assessing her for the lie and nodded slowly in acceptance. "When I was new to immortality, I was trying to undo my mother's actions. I heard a tale of an immortal before my siblings and I and I started seeking him out; I knew of Silas, but until then, I hadn't known the immortal I sought out was Silas. What I found was a nightmare instead of a cure. Yes, there is a cure, apparently, according to the lore. I found a Coven who worshipped Silas, they believed he'd be the bringer of the end of time as well as bringing the dead to the living again. I heard more stories, and more, and more and more, piece by piece, he stopped looking like a cure for the problem but rather the harbinger of death and the end. As an immortal, that's a problem," he admitted.

"Let me guess, you slaughtered the Coven," she ventured.

"How'd you know?"

"I know you," she answered unperturbed by that statement or his more violent nature.

"I killed them all and hoped that the legend would serve as a warning," he admitted. "It hasn't and now there's a professor who's gotten Bekah to believe in the bloody cure," he spat out.

If he hadn't had Davina in mind last night, he'd have probably done something dangerously drastic or been daggered. That said he was just waiting for Damon Salvatore to track down and kill Jeremy Gilbert. His family didn't know about that compulsion yet.

"What'd you do?" she asked warily.

"Why?" he glared at her.

"I can't really help you if I don't know what's happening," she reminded him. "What did you do last night?"

"I killed my brother's baby vampires to prevent the Hunter's mark from growing and because I can't lay a finger on him, I sent someone after him," he admitted unapologetically.

"Some things never change," she muttered. "Who's the Hunter?" she asked balefully.

"The Gilbert kid."

She nodded and pursed her lips as she glowered at him. "And who did you send after him?"

Kol just smiled and slipped around her as he continued walking.

"Hell," she muttered. "I'm going to have to save that kid," she warned him.

"Why?" Kol demanded.

"Because we need to destroy Silas, not the innocent kid dragged into this mess Kol!" she snapped. "You know the legends! You know the lore, and you said that professor is looking for Silas," she huffed.

"So?"

"So, we're fixing this before kids get hurt."

"You are a kid," he pointed out.

"I'm an adult in puberty hell, again," she countered. "Come on, you troublemaker, we have things to fix."

"Davina, trust me, these idiots…" he started.

"Are children," she cut him off. "We'll fix this as adults. And between you and me, Silas doesn't stand a chance. Now let's go undo whatever you did, find Silas, put him down and return to my original plan."

"You actually have a plan?" he asked skeptically.

"Yes, I have a plan, there's only four rules to making plans!"

"You actually follow rules?" he snorted.

"Yes, the rules to planning are: Make the plan, Execute the plan, Expect the plan to go off the rails, Throw Away the plan!" she waved her hand dismissively and he bit his cheek to keep from laughing.

"So, this is us, throwing away the plan?" he mused.

"Just follow my lead and you'll be fine," she smiled sweetly. "But first, you're going to fix whatever you did, or I am, so who'd you compel after the kid?"

"Damon Salvatore," he answered.

"You just love to make things difficult," she said as she glared balefully at him.

"Oh, come now, darling, it's just a bit of fun," he smiled.

"Don't smile at me like that," she warned. "I know what that smile means!"

Now he laughed.

"We're going to need help," Davina muttered. "Come on, I know who we need," she grabbed his wrist and dragged him after her. "Where's the biggest werewolf population in town?"

Hayley was glaring at the corner of the trailer thinking of every way she could beat Shane at whatever he was doing just so she could get her information. Bastard was making her work for it, and she felt like she was being played, she didn't like being played. She also hated betraying her people and her friends, even if Tyler Lockwood was a dick.

There was a sharp knock on the door which had her snapping to attention as she warily made her way to the door. Tyler was after her, and she wasn't stupid to think he wouldn't try to get her. Picking up the crowbar by her door she prepared to come out swinging as she yanked it open and lifted to attack only to stop when there was a very petite brunette standing there shivering.

"Hello!" she smiled.

"What the hell?" Hayley muttered as she peered out of her trailer and looked around, not scenting Tyler. "What do you want?"

"I want to stop Shane," she stated. "I think I can help you and you help me," she said. "I'm Davina," she smiled.

"Hayley," Hayley greeted. "And how do you think you can help me?" she asked warily.

"I'm a witch. I can help you find your family," she bluntly offered.

"Come in," Hayley said as she held the door open a bit more.

"Thanks, but I don't think you'll be comfortable inviting my friend in with me, so can we talk out here?" Davina asked so sweetly.

"Who's your friend?" Hayley asked.

"Hello, darling," a charming young man appeared beside Davina and Hayley snarled at the sight of the vampire. "I believe we should have a chat."