I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Klaus lounged with a brandy by the fireplace. He had heard Kol moving about all night, muttering to himself at times as if testing out words and phrases in half forgotten languages, and then this morning he had left. Sun barely peaking up and his brother had stormed out of here with his nose in a book and a heavy bag slung over his shoulder. Klaus was surprised, but then he didn't know if he should be.

Kol had always been rather studious and very devoted to his craft when he was human, and happy to study it. Klaus knew his brother hadn't just dropped magic because he hadn't been able to practice it, Kol always seemed to have the strangest and most useful array of dark objects on hand. His young brother was a crafty bastard, he had been a force to reckon with when he was focused and grounded, and he was unnaturally motivated. Despite all of Kol's childish, impish, and carefree character traits he was serious at heart, and innovative with magic; if the last thousand years were anything to judge.

"He's got an infatuation," Rebekah giggled as she appeared in the room.

"So, it would appear," Klaus agreed with a small smile of his own.

Kol might like his witch friends over the century, but he didn't rescue them or care about them enough to chase after them, no matter how powerful they could be. Kol might be like them, but not like how he was acting for Davina Claire.

"It is a surprise," Rebekah commented as she sat down beside him. "A pleasant one, but a surprise all the same."

"It is a nice change for him to have a weakness," Klaus agreed.

"I do believe that after last night's tantrum you should leave the girl alone, Niklaus," Elijah stated as he walked in fixing his cufflink. "Kol on a rampage would not end well this time around."

"It never ends well anyways," Rebekah dismissed. "Did… did you know he was looking for a cure?"

"No," Elijah admitted.

Klaus didn't respond. He had honestly thought Kol enjoyed being an indestructible vampire, he had always been wild and reckless in a fight, and now he couldn't be killed. Kol had always liked pushing the limit, finding the edge between life and death when he was human, it had driven them all insane. If there was danger within a thousand miles to be had, Kol would probably find it just to flirt. Klaus had never actually stopped to think if his younger brother liked being a vampire or not, not when Klaus had come to love it.

"I will be meeting with our brother later," Elijah said.

"What spell?" Klaus asked remembering something Kol had spat out last night seeing Elijah.

"Apparently his witch requires a conduit or two for a curse breaking spell on young Mister Gilbert," Elijah remarked calmly.

"A curse breaking spell?" Klaus looked at his brother curiously.

"Yes, he was very insistent, and threatening about it as well, I assume it will have something to do with Silas," Elijah sighed.

"I wish he would let us help," Rebekah muttered. "You know, in his search for the cure."

"Whyever would we want that?" Klaus demanded sharply.

"To live, Klaus," Rebekah retorted.

Hayley watched in amusement as Kol all but force-fed Davina coffee and ran over the spell that would probably break a curse. She would admit, she was impressed, she didn't even understand half of what he was saying but Davina seemed to.

"It's peculiar," Marcel finally said as they stood on the porch.

"What is?"

"How… close they are," Marcel grimaced.

Hayley chuckled as she sipped her coffee. "He doesn't seem that bad."

"He's insane, he makes Klaus, my father, look normal," Marcel countered. "Kol's always been a little unhinged, they have to usually dagger him just so he doesn't go completely off the rails."

"Why?" Hayley asked.

"Kol is what vampires refer to as a Ripper," Marcel stated. "He has very little self-control on his hunger, he has a great difficulty controlling it, and he's challenging to take down because he's an Original, Klaus and Elijah had to actually plan sneak attacks to get near him just to dagger him. Elijah said that Kol was a great warrior in the making before he was turned, very controlled and very studious, didn't matter how childish or carefree he was, he was very controlled. He was still wild, and wily, and happy to pull one over on some and flirt, but he wasn't out of control as a witch. Elijah theorized that Kol losing his connection to magic was what had pushed him over the edge."

"He seems sane now," Hayley pointed out.

"Which is what worries me," Marcel admitted. "When Kol snaps the body counts are high, and the casualties are whoever's closest."

"You said he was a witch?" Hayley asked as she looked at him.

"They say, and he says he was a witch, but there's no one alive today who could actually attest to it," Marcel stated.

Hayley shrugged. She didn't mind Kol, he seemed the most reasonable of the Mikaelsons she had met, and he wasn't just running around on a killing spree thinking everyone was out to get him. She also liked how he treated Davina and her, he didn't set them on the sidelines or look at them like they were less because they were women, he dragged them along with him and challenged them to keep up. Though she did find it amusing how he was force-feeding Davina coffee as they talked.

It was on the fifth cup that Hayley intervened.

"No more coffee for you," Hayley said as she took the mug from Davina.

"What no!" Davina whined.

"I'm calling big sister privileges and cutting you off. And you stop pouring her more, you're going to stunt her growth." She warned Kol.

"Too late! I'm eternally stuck at five three," she sighed miserably.

"Mmm, also if you have more you might go through the roof and after yesterday, I don't want another power display," Hayley asserted.

Davina glared at her and Hayley smiled.

"What are you doing, darling?" Kol asked.

"Me?" Hayley asked.

"Davina's with me all day, so unless she has secret plans, I don't know about, I do mean you, love," he chuckled.

Hayley snorted and Kol smiled a lopsided, charming smile which probably was meant to have girls falling at his feet. And probably would've charmed Hayley if she did not know this was Davina's husband and the man Davina loved.

"I am going to try to find the nearest werewolf pack and see what I can learn about my family. I'm not leaving for New Orleans yet, but I do want to learn," she informed Davina when Davina had looked startled.

"No, I get it," Davina said. "When I leave Mystic Falls, I'll give you a ride, I know where they are."

"I'd like that," she chuckled.

"First Silas," Kol interrupted.

"Obviously, and then back to the list," Davina stated.

"Just making sure we're on track, love, wouldn't want you just running off," he remarked.

"Control freak is apparently a family trait," Hayley sniped.

"Very much so, we get it from our father."

"I'm going to change, then we'll go interrogate your family, and I'll call Bonnie to prep Jeremy," Davina said as she stood up. He nodded as he pulled out his phone and started looking through it.

"Did you…" Hayley paused looking over detailed sketches and pristine notes, she noted that his handwriting was bold and legible, while his sketches were detailed. There were notes in a language she didn't recognize but they seemed personal notes.

"It's a theory on how to break the curse on the kid," he answered.

"This is so detailed," she whispered in awe.

"Aye, it is," he agreed. "Could've done a better job on the conduits, but I have no idea how much power the spell will need," he admitted a bit sheepishly, scratching his head.

"When did you learn all this?" she whispered in awe as she looked over the notes. She didn't even understand them, but she grasped how thorough and detailed they were, it was remarkable.

"Had a few centuries and nothing better to do," he remarked with a wry smile. "This always made sense to me, even though I can't practice anymore, and witches are always more than happy to learn if they have a powerful conduit in exchange," he shrugged.

"Impressive, I'll see you later," she promised. "And keep my new little sister out of trouble, please, I kind of like having her around."

"No promises," he chimed back which had Hayley laughing as she shook her head.

She could see how those two were married in the future. Even if this Davina had been a teen, Hayley would bet that Davina would've been in league with Kol. If only for the mischief. Those two were probably always birds of a feather and partners in crime, and complementary personalities to boot.

Hayley got dressed swiftly and left, waving off Marcel and Kol as she left. Finding a wolf pack would be a start on finding out more about the Labonair family.

Davina was ready for her day, though she still felt like she had been run over by a bus from yesterday, but she couldn't dwell on it. Waving to Marcel she left with Kol and started looking over his notes on the fertility potion.

"I already gathered all the ingredients," he stated.

"Thanks," she murmured looking at the recipe for the potion. It was so strong, she was reluctant to utilize it.

"I'll get to brewing this on the new moon so that way it'll be ready; just in case," she admitted as she leafed through his notes. She was envious of her husband's handwriting, it was so elegant and bold, and while hers' was neat, his was just stunning.

"Nik's got a kid… what are they like? I can ask that, right?"

"Who like?" Davina asked.

"Nik's kid," he remarked.

"You can ask. Her name is Hope. She's… she's her father's daughter in a lot of ways," Davina admitted. "She's very stubborn, even from a young age she was stubborn, she's creative, witty, fun, sensitive, she's resilient. But then she's like her mother, she's very feisty, a fighter, very expressive and God!... she has the most irritating hero complex, I swear she got that from your brother Elijah," Davina warned.

He snorted. "Yeah, good ol' Elijah, he's always the hero of the family, the noble one."

Davina said nothing to that as she thought about Hope.

"She's gifted," Davina said softly. "She's very gifted, she's a powerful little witch, doing magic in the cradle, making things go a little crazy, she one time, vanished all the keys in the house, Cami and Rebekah couldn't find a single car key for the day, and that was the day they were planning on moving her."

"Moving her?"

"Something really… bad is coming, when she's a baby, and it's after her" she said softly. "And if I do this right, she won't have to run, and you guys will get to stay together. This is provided we solve the Silas problem, which we will because I don't have time to be dead. Oh, she's very, stupidly, annoyingly brave too, and she obviously gets that from your family."

"You seem to know her well."

"I do," Davina nodded. "I restrained her magic when she was a baby. Hayley came to me seeking help, and at the time I was willing to help. Seemed more important to dampen the baby's power than have her out of control."

He nodded. "I look forward to meeting her," he smiled.

"I'll admit you are her favorite uncle," she chuckled. "She told me it's cause you smuggle her out for ice cream and teach her all sorts of spells."

"Ah-ha! Another reason to ensure her conception!" he cackled. "I can annoy my brothers by being the favorite! Now we really must ensure her existence."

"I was already working on that!" she pointed out.

"Yes, but before I was on the fence about actually aiding you in getting it done," he confessed. "But if I'm the favorite uncle I must ensure she's around to annoy my siblings and to teach her all sorts of pranks and spells," he declared smugly.

Davina snorted as she shook her head in exasperation in his glee at having someone he could teach to torment his siblings with him. Kol was someone who needed a coven, who needed magic in his life, and love and affection; even when he stubbornly insisted he didn't.

"How about you, why do you want to ensure her conception?" he asked.

"She was my best pupil, and I adore her," Davina answered softly. "Also, her mother was like the big sister I never had."

"So that sort of makes us family, either through Marcel or Hayley?" he ventured warily.

"Hayley?"

"If Hope is the daughter of the sister you've never had, obviously, you mean Hayley."

"Fuck. I didn't want to tell you that."

"I won't tell anyone love, promise," he said as he crossed his heart. "So Hayley and Nik… never would've thought that one to happen."

"They didn't either to be fair."

"In your time, if Hope is your pupil, and niece… that makes us family, either through Hayley or Marcel or Hope," he mused.

"We're best friends," she remarked. "You, other than Josh or Vincent, are the best and truest friend I could ever ask for."

"Really?" he seemed skeptical then.

"Really."

"And what makes you have such a bold declaration, Davina Claire?"

"Because you saved my life," she answered. "We were best friends from that moment on, even when you royally piss me off."

"I would never piss off a lady," he chuckled.

Now she laughed as she held her ribs. The burn reminded her laughing hurt a lot. "Please don't make me laugh," she giggled as she tried to breath. "Burned skin doesn't like that movement."

He snorted.

"So, to your brother's home?" she asked.

"Yes, the little gang of teenagers are being wrangled there, with their vampire supervision for a history lesson from Nik," he stated with utter disdain at the thought.

"You could be a little nicer to them, they're kids," she pointed out.

"They're idiots," he countered flatly.

"They're teenagers!"

"You're a teenager and you're not an idiot, hence why I like your company. They're just idiots," he stressed.

"I'm an adult in a teenager's body."

"Love, even so, I bet teenager you, while just as caffeine addicted and grumpy, is not stupid."

"I think that's a compliment, and I only became a caffeine addict when I got married!"

"Oh really!?"

"Really, my coven was super strict on what I could and couldn't consume, wear, listen to, read, and so forth, then Marcel wouldn't let me have all the coffee I wanted because he was afraid I was going to blast through the roof, and then I was busy with trying to figure out an identity outside the coven, learn more magic, keep New Orleans from imploding, and be normal, and then I was married and all of a sudden, coffee! Coffee is life," she smiled. Being married to Kol was being married to a hyperactive child; coffee was life.

"I will be sure to inform the poor bastard upon the exchange of the vows," he quipped.

She giggled a little as she thought of that scene. Davina got to the next set of notes and saw it was only one page, a rough sketch of the little hourglass she had had clasped in her hand, and the writing translations were half done.

"What's this?" she asked.

"I am still trying to figure out what that hourglass was, I don't want to get your hopes up," he admitted. "It's an… unusual object."

"We can just put it on the bottom of the list," she murmured. "But thank you," she said honestly.

"I've seen a handful of objects like that," he explained. "Not for Time Magic or something, they're usually for moving souls through nature. See the Celtic designs," he pointed to the foxes. "That's druid magic, old even when I was young, but the Egyptian hieroglyphs make me think this is a shoddy thrown together trinket. However, the Mayan is a serious twist, the Mayans had some of the most active studies in Time Magic, you can find remnants of it today with their calendars, a few other cultures studied time as they did."

"It's… it's unusual," she admitted.

"What is it?" he asked her.

"Nothing," she sighed.

"Davina, love?" he drawled out.

"Just something spirits said," she winced as she pinched her nose. "They said I was chosen."

"For what?"

"No clue, it's at the bottom of the worries list. And we're here," she observed.

"Davina, I can't help you if you don't tell me?"

"I would if I knew, but honestly, I don't. That blasted hourglass just appeared on my kitchen counter, and no one who could know what it was, knew what it was, and I went to go investigate at my niece's school for supernatural kids and now I'm stuck going through puberty. Again. I don't know what it is, what I'm chosen for, or anything and it's frustrating but it is at the bottom of my worry list because there's Silas, and Esther and other things that have to be taken care of and I'm on a timetable, so I don't have a lot of time to worry about that," she huffed.

"Who'd you see?"

"A girl of my former coven," she admitted.

"And?"

"And nothing, she's a spirit I shouldn't have a connection to because I, in my time, am excommunicated from my coven," she answered.

"Excommunicated?" he sputtered. "I thought you said you left."

"Oh, believe me by the time we got to that, I was leaving one way or another whether they wanted me to or not, and my friend, Vincent, he was the one who got me out by shunning me when he was Regent. I am thankful to him because it got me out of there."

"Why?"

"There was a new threat, and Marcel and my friend didn't want me hurt, also, I kind of pissed off the ancestors, again, because I didn't like playing by their rules. I really don't like rules; they're more of guidelines anyways," she muttered. "I was also tired of being used by everyone for everyone else's gain and no one would help me as I needed or wanted. I was just tired by the time my excommunication came around; it was a relief. I was free," she sighed.

"Huh, never thought I'd hear of a witch being relieved to be excommunicated from her coven," he admitted.

"My husband and I are enough of a coven for me, I don't want more people," she sighed. "Well, maybe Vincent could join, maybe… If he really wanted to, he can join."

"Oh, is that so?" Kol asked in amusement.

"Vincent is kind of like the big brother I never got to have," she admitted. "He might have excommunicated me, but he's still one of the best witch friends I ever had."

"Good to know I'm not replaced by Vincent," Kol mused.

"You, Kol Mikaelson, are irreplaceable," she informed him.

Kol looked like she has struck him with lightning as he blinked rapidly and then assessed her with an expression she couldn't place.

"Come on, the kiddies are here," he muttered with disdain as he got out of the car. Before she could get her door, he was pulling it open and offering her a hand. She smiled as she accepted his hand and they walked towards the house.