I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Davina found Hayley packing her things up in a tattered bag. Reaching up she knocked which had the wolf's head snapping over to her.

"Davina," she greeted.

"Hey," Davina smiled as she hugged herself a little tighter against the cold.

"What are you doing here?" she asked stepping out the door.

"Kol brought me," she admitted tilting her head towards the car Kol was waiting in. "I know you don't really know me, but in case you want to wait, just a little longer, and we'll go back to New Orleans together and I'll break your pack's curse, here's an address you're welcomed at. I'm staying here with Marcel, he's kind of like my dad, and yes, he's a vampire, but he's good people," Davina said as she held out the scrap of paper to Hayley. "And my number is there too, you know, if you want to talk."

Davina smiled and turned away as Hayley took the paper and looked at it, heading for the car she wanted hot chocolate and a warm blanket.

"Davina?"

"Yeah?" she turned to look at Hayley.

"Why are you doing all this?" Hayley asked.

"Because I can," she answered. "Door's open, we have a spare room," she said and clambered into the car as she shivered violently.

"You're going to need thicker clothes, darling," Kol stated.

"Noted, first thing to do tomorrow," she admitted as she breathed into her hands.

He snorted as he turned up the heat a little for her.

"In my defense I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana, I don't really do cold, it's a fluke really when it happens," she admitted as she held her fingers in front of the car heater.

"Scheduling shopping between torture and mayhem?" he asked.

"Between torture and saving the world," she corrected. "The mayhem is just a byproduct of being this adorable."

"Awfully confident about the adorableness," he chuckled.

"Of course," she agreed.

"Oh, your calculations," he pulled out a folder.

"I've been looking for that!"

"I've made a few adjustments," he stated as he handed it over and she opened the folder to look over the charts he had added. "Conception timing?" he guessed.

"Yes."

"Who?" he asked.

"Can't say yet," she replied.

Kol nodded slowly as he accepted that answer. "It's the night of the new moon, middle of March."

Davina glanced over at him and he stared at the road. "You're sure?" she asked pulling out the lunar charts and star maps.

"Did the calculations twice last night," he admitted. "It's what I was coming to talk to you about tonight, before you were tutoring a witch."

"She needs to be taken away from Expression, before a coven is called in to exorcise it," she muttered.

"Not disagreeing," he admitted. "The mother though is a wolf, your notes calculate the father is a hybrid."

"He is."

"So, Nik is going to be a baby daddy," Kol chuckled. "He doesn't strike me as the fatherly type."

"I never said the father was Klaus," she pointed out.

"It's either my brother or his idiot hybrid bastard, and somehow I don't see that being the case given the fact Nik's werewolf status was only unlocked after our parents turned us into this, and with his newly 'freed' status as a hybrid that makes him the only candidate to be the baby daddy of this little calculation."

"You can't tell him!" she sputtered.

"I won't," Kol admitted. "Took me a day to figure out the calculations, your notes on hybrids were sporadic, if I hadn't caught that I wouldn't have figured out it was my brother."

Davina sighed as she looked over his own notes. His handwriting was always so much bolder and neater than hers, she envied it.

"You wrote down a fertility potion!?" she gaped.

"It works best on wolves," he explained. "Picked it up back in the Ottoman Empire."

"I see," she read over the ingredients and was actually impressed. "It's an aphrodisiac," she noted.

"It'll induce heat in a bitch and rut in a sire, if the wolves chemistry and blood is compatible, it will ensure conception. It's potent though, not to be used liberally. And in a mortal, witch or human, it will not be good, if a vampire ingests it then it will induce bloodlust, not sexual lust," Kol explained. "But with a wolf, it's safe, merely triggers their bodies to do what is natural at an accelerated rate. With Nik being a hybrid though it's a fifty-fifty shot on which lust it would affect in him, I would recommend looking into how to alter it to affect the sexual lust in a vampire, not the bloodlust."

"I'm impressed," she chuckled. "This is very detailed," she muttered as she read it over in the dim lights. "We can make it, and see how they're doing at the end month, consider this a backup plan."

"You honestly think the woman will get with Nik; on her own?"

"They did the first time, and they always had this weird chemistry, at least when the child was a toddler."

"They did?"

"They were friends, but not, it was weird, I didn't give it much thought at the time, I had my own problems, but they have chemistry," she pointed out.

"And what were you doing, love?" he chuckled.

"Resurrecting the dead, pissing off the ancestors, selling my soul to the devil with a charming smile," she chuckled. "Your mother really messed up my Ancestors, I'm pretty sure she's the reason that I'll have to return, but if I can seal her off this time, then she can't mess things up."

"Ah, regular teenage witchy things," Kol mused.

"Exactly," she giggled. "These are great, I didn't notice I was off on the star charts."

"You used Louisiana ones," he stated.

"Oh, yeah, should've just gotten the map from the library," she sighed. "Shane is on a crusade to bring Silas back because he thinks Silas can raise the dead."

"I know."

"I bet you didn't know his wife was a witch," Davina said looking at him.

"Oh, bloody hell," he muttered.

"Yeah, I think she's who he learned Expression from, which means, even if the dead did come back, she couldn't, there's nothing left," Davina pointed out.

"He won't be reasoned with," Kol confessed.

"I know, which leads us to a dilemma but I'm betting in his twisted mind he's already been to Silas' tomb. I'll get that from him tomorrow."

"Why didn't you today?"

"Because I didn't want to dive into that head with Marcel just arriving back to drag me to New Orleans," she muttered as she continued reading over his calculations. "I needed to be sharp so I didn't end up back in New Orleans."

"I could get you a few of my mother's grimoires, she had a few spells for gathering information from the mind," Kol offered.

"I'll need something to channel," Davina pointed out.

"You have me for that, love," he smiled, and she chuckled.

"You're willing to be a conduit for power?" she mused.

"Been a while, but certainly worth a shot," he shrugged.

"Mmm, noted, we'll deal with Shane tomorrow," she decided. "I'll look over your mother's spells though, she was a brilliant witch despite her idiocies."

"You sound as if you've met my mother, darling."

"She tried to kill me, tried to steal my magic, possessed one of my best friends, got my coven to hate me, and made the Ancestors a nightmare," Davina supplied.

"Ah, yeah, that sounds like dear old mum," he mused humorlessly.

"Your mother is charming," Davina divulged dryly.

He laughed and turned off the main road towards her new house.

"What exactly would happen to a human who takes this?" Davina asked as she put the notes away.

"Well… it's to induce heat," he pointed out. "Nothing good, I knew a witch who dosed an entire nunnery with it, it wasn't pretty, I had to kill the nuns as mercy. He's how I got that little recipe."

"Ew," she shuddered.

"I've used it as a remedy for a few wolf couples seeking fertility options; it is not my first selection, but given that Nik's the hybrid of your equation, it's the most potent."

"You have recommended it?"

"Yes, usually for infertile Alphas desperately seeking an heir."

"They came to you?"

"I am a witch, love," Kol pointed out sardonically.

"I know that, but this is just… this is potent, and dangerous; I'm just reading the recipe, and I know that."

"You don't seem surprised I'm a witch," Kol muttered.

"Despite being a vampire, Kol, I know you work with witches. And I know you've helped with healing," Davina admitted. That aspect of her husband had been an initial shock, but she knew that he was still a witch at heart despite his vampire nature, and as a witch he sought to try to connect with nature however he could. Davina theorized that part of Kol's lack of connection was why his bloodlust and rage were so uncontrollable. Witches weren't meant to lose that connection, to lose nature and magic, without it to tether them it could drive a witch or former witch mad. Davina was surprised her husband wasn't completely insane without the connection. Nik shoving Kol in a box had probably helped keep him sane and walking amongst covens had also probably kept him grounded. She had never voiced this theory to Kol though in all their time together.

"You know?" he seemed stunned.

"I know you," she pointed out. "And I like working with you."

"That's a relief," he pondered.

"I'd be happy to use you as a conduit," she said with a smile.

"You… you act like we've done this before," he said.

"Best friends, and partners in crime," she pointed out. "We've done this a lot, I do the magic, you do the ass kicking, between the two of us, we can do anything."

Kol didn't respond to that as they pulled up to her house.

"Thanks, see you tomorrow," she smiled.

"Goodnight, Davina," he replied softly.

"Goodnight Kol," she offered as she slipped from the car and walked into the house.

"Hey D! I got jambalaya on the stove," Marcel greeted as he opened the door.

Kol watched her enter the house, hearing her mention it needed more hot sauce, and saw Marcel glaring at him before he shut the door entirely. It didn't take him long to drive back to his brother's house, he entered on a full-blown war between Rebekah and Nik though which included vases being thrown. He had narrowly evaded one connecting with his head as he headed to his room.

Once there he pulled off his coat and changed into more relaxing clothes before he walked to the library to find their mother's grimoires. It wasn't like Nik had much use for them, but Nik also wouldn't throw them out, Kol found the ones he wanted and walked back to his room. Sitting on his bed he started flipping through them. He marked the spells that would be of use and interest to Davina for tomorrow.

Rebekah stormed into his room, slamming his door which had him looking up from his reading material.

"You're a paranoid, narcissistic, backstabbing wanker! I'm going to stay with the brother I like!" she bellowed through his door before she stomped to a chair and flopped down.

"Unbelievable," she muttered as she rubbed her eyes. "He never went back for Marcel!"

"I was in a box," Kol defended immediately not looking up from his work.

Kol had never like Marcel, Marcel had taken his spot in his family, and had stolen what little affection his siblings gave him. He hated that arsehole with a fiery passion, and if Davina wasn't claiming Marcel as a father, he'd have probably torn Marcel's heart out when he saw him again. He had been furious when Davina had been hugging Marcel, at least until the coffee shop. At the coffee shop he decided he could tolerate Marcel because Davina seemed intent on driving her father figure insane, and she had defended him against Marcel. No one had done that for him before, and her doing that meant he would consider her a friend.

"You would think he'd have gone looking for Marcel!" Rebekah snapped.

"I was in a box," he repeated as he opened up another grimoire and started reading through it.

"It's just, it was Marcel! I get that he didn't like us together, but they were still close…" she started ranting.

"Bekah!" Kol snapped.

His sister spun around to stare at him with watery eyes.

"He hates me, Kol," she sniffled.

"Oh, bloody hell," he groaned as he slammed his book shut and fell back on the bed. "I'll get us drinks," he sighed as he rolled off the bed.

"Thank you Kol," she muttered.

"I'll be right back, touch nothing," he warned as he disappeared to get the drinks.

Davina dragged herself out of her bed at the crack of dawn, yawning as she navigated her way to the nearest source of caffeine. The knocking on the door was annoying her, which had her grumbling as she yanked it open.

"I have nowhere else to go," Hayley admitted.

"Mmm," Davina nodded tiredly and sidestepped to let Hayley into the house before she stumbled for the coffee machine.

"D, I thought I heard someone at the door," Marcel announced as he jogged down the stairs.

Davina grunted as she looked for the tin of Café Du Monde coffee that Marcel had brought with him. Finding it she yawned as she made up the coffee.

"Who are you?"

"Um… I'm Hayley," Hayley said.

"You're the wolf friend," Marcel deduced.

"And you're the dad," Hayley guessed.

"Coffee," Davina grumbled. There was a brisk knock on the door again which had Davina slipping around them for the door and opened it to see Kol standing there looking frustrated.

"Kol?" she yawned.

"Let me in, love," he said as he opened a book.

"Yeah, come in," she grumbled.

"No D!" Marcel grimaced.

"It's Kol! He's helping right now," she yawned hugely again.

"Morning breath," Kol informed her.

"Coffee," she snapped as she stalked to the coffee machine which was now beeping completion of the coffee. Crème and coffee prepared she sat at the island and Kol set the grimoire in front of her.

"This is the best bet for getting the information out of a fortified mind," he stated.

Davina hummed as she sipped her coffee and looked it over.

"It won't kill him, and it's the least risk to you," he explained. "It will also give you a chance to separate the information to a physical form, if there's a map in that head, we can get it transcribed on a piece of paper."

Davina nodded as she read through the ingredients and runes needed.

"D isn't your personal witch," Marcel snapped trying to take the grimoire from her.

"He's my personal Original," she countered which had Marcel gaping at her and Kol preening. "It's too early to argue," she mumbled as she sipped her coffee some more.

Kol's notes and translations were rather clean and clear, to the point, he laid out the pros and the cons of the spell.

"Will this work?" Davina asked.

"Yes."

"Mmm," she hummed and nodded. "Do we even have these materials?" she asked.

"I do," he said.

"Where?" she propped her chin up on her fist.

"A Claire crypt in New Orleans," he answered.

"Damn it," she muttered.

"We can make most of the things needed," Kol said. "But it'll…"

"Take more time," she deduced.

"D…" Marcel started.

"I can't go back yet," she sighed.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I can't, not yet," she stressed. "It's that thing I can't tell you."

"Or won't."

"Exactly, you need my blood to get into your playhouse again, right?" she asked as she rubbed her brow.

"Yes."

"I'll give you a vial, get in and get out, don't let the witches see or know you're there," she stressed.

"They don't scare me…"

"No, but they're probably hunting me, so please," she pleaded. "Please be careful."

"I'll be fine, but you're going to explain the New Orleans thing," he warned.

"When you trust me," she sighed. Grabbing a knife and a vial she held her hand out and slit her palm, spilling the blood in the container. She squeezed out enough to be used to open the door, Kol offered her a towel before grabbing a lid. She wrapped her hand and continued reading over the spell.

"I'll be back tomorrow with the supplies," he stated and disappeared.

"You know D, I bought this house in your name so Mikaelson's couldn't run free in it!" Marcel growled at her.

"It's just Kol," she yawned.

"That looks deep," Hayley said grabbing Davina's bloody hand.

"It'll be fine," she admitted as she sat there reading over the spell. "Oh, I'll show you to your room."

Bonnie sat in her room focusing on the candles, controlling how much power she used, which was harder than she had expected. It took a lot more focus than she would think, before without a teacher she had just been pushing herself to use all her magic, to push her limits, Davina had shot that down immediately.

She jumped off her bed when her phone chimed, and she saw a text from Davina offering a day of practice. She smiled as she accepted.

Davina's way of connecting magic to life was unique and empowering, Bonnie loved it, and she loved that it reconnected her with the spirits of nature and now the ancestors. She was happier with this connection again.

It didn't take Bonnie long to drive to the old house, and she saw Davina sitting on the porch reading over a grimoire carefully. For a minute Bonnie could swear she saw three other girls clustered around Davina peering over her shoulder. But she blinked and that image was gone. Davina smiled and waved at her as she walked over to Bonnie's car.

"What are we planning today?" Bonnie asked as she got out.

"You are still going to work on control. You have power, now you need to control how much you use and how much you tap into from the Ancestors. Boring basics build a strong foundation."

"What are you doing?" Bonnie asked her as she shoved her hands in her pockets.

"I am reviewing a complex spell for entering the mind. Kol's going to be my conduit, but I feel the need to review this," she muttered as they walked in.

"Vampires as conduits?"

"Yes, despite being nature's abominations, it takes a lot of Magic to sustain them, they're easy conduits when you work with them. The older they are, the more powerful, the better conductor for magic," she explained.

"And you have an Original in your back pocket," Bonnie observed.