I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

It was pitch black when he saw the headlights in the parking lot. Stowing away his book and sending his breakfast on her merry way he cleaned up as he waited for them to come. Davina was the first person he saw, with Hayley beside her, and they smiled at him. His lips curled on their own accord at the sight of the women. Davina was quick to get up to the ship's deck before she marched over and threw her arms around him.

"Davina?" he said uncertainly.

"Lil D has decided you're her best friend after… teenage drama has had her swearing off any and all teenagers," Hayley said.

"Ah," he nodded uncertainly as he looked at the tiny person who hugged him.

"Teenagers suck; talk Marcel out of us going to high school," Davina grumbled against his chest. "Big Me and Little Me are over it."

"I can only do that if we kill Silas," he stated. "Which means you have to let go so we can set sail," he said to the teen.

Davina shook her head and held on tighter which had him looking to Hayley for help only to find her gone.

"D!" Marcel jogged towards them.

"I don't know," Kol shrugged.

"Rough week, apparently Davina Claire is not a fan of teenagers. Come on D," Marcel ordered.

"I can't really blame her, they're horrid creatures," Kol informed Marcel.

"Apparently," Marcel grimaced.

"I'm running away with Kol so I never have to go back to teenagers," Davina muttered.

"I'm flattered love, but we're going to kill Silas, not sailing off into the sunset," he reminded her blandly.

"I know, I've gone over the list," Davina sighed as she let him go the and stepped back. "Teenagers suck," she repeated and walked after Hayley.

"It was that bad?" Kol asked Marcel.

"Apparently," Marcel answered. "For both of them, I swear she was going to blow up the house on Wednesday," he shook his head in exasperation as they watched the girls. "I had to bribe her with killing Silas to keep her in school until Friday."

"Come on, I'll show you where to stow your things," Kol said.

"So, this is Elijah's ship," Klaus remarked as he came aboard.

"Yeah, and if you scratch her or damage her in anyway, I'll tie you to an anchor and drop you to the bottom of the Atlantic and you can walk home," he warned seriously.

"I can sail, Kol!"

"Poorly," he retorted as they walked below deck and Kol looked at the girls who were looking around in awe. "Alright, this port, starboard, stern, bow, girls, you two are sharing the starboard bow cabin," he said as he pulled open the door to show off the freshly made bed.

"Shower, lavatory," he said, pointing to them respectively. "Marcel, port bow cabin," he said as he pointed. "Nik and I are back here. Galley, table." He said finally. "Stow your things away, Nik and I will get her going."

"I'm…"

"First mate, which means you will do first mate things, and that includes doing what I tell you Nik," he warned.

"I'm not a cabin boy," Nik seethed.

"If you were, there'd be more working and less talking, and this is your cabin," he stated as he opened the door to the aft cabin. "Sorry ladies you're smaller, physically, so you're sharing," he stated as he saw Hayley and Davina clambering into their bed.

"This is fine," Hayley chuckled.

"Warm!" Davina giggled as she appeared from the pillows.

"Good, stow your gear and get some rest," Kol stated and shut their door as he walked topside to start prepping.

"This is ridiculous, I'm not your cabin boy," Klaus stated as he appeared.

"You are for this, so shut up and get to work," Kol ordered. They worked in silence for a good forty minutes before they were pulling away from the dock.

"Remember that time when we were going to the Old World?" Klaus asked.

"Yeah, and Finn was trying to take over sailing," he snorted.

"Father almost made us swim," Nik chuckled.

"He would've made Finn and you swim but he was teaching me navigation and I was paying attention," he chuckled.

"You always were the best student," Klaus grumbled.

"I like learning," Kol pointed out. "Spent a thousand years being a student, mastering a few things even, it's good, refreshing, you should try it rather than instigating war with babies."

"It's just so fun to irritate the youths of today," Klaus smiled nastily.

Kol shook his head in exasperation as he navigated their way out of the harbor. Marcel jogged up to the deck then as they were leaving the harbor for the open seas.

"Whoa," he muttered.

"She's a stunning ship," Kol stated.

"You know, last time I was on a ship, I was going to a war in a country I didn't care about," Marcel sighed.

"What war?"

"Oh right, you were in a box, at the time it was called the Great War, but now it's known as World War I," Marcel answered.

"The world went to war!? And I missed it!" Kol strangled out.

"You didn't miss a thing brother," Marcel chuckled.

"What else have a missed?"

"World War II," he answered.

"Bloody hell," he muttered. Kol liked war, not just for the easy kills, but because he liked a good fight, he had also found that being in the heat of war was the closest to his humanity he could get. War was the most brutal of educators, and it taught Kol more about himself than any period of peace or following his family. As a Viking battle was life, a s a vampire it was the only time he felt human.

Kol loved a good fight, gods knew he always itched for one, but he had always found war to be the homeliest of places. Perhaps it was the monster he had inherited from father, or just the monster he had become to love a war.

"There was also Vietnam, which was supposedly bad shit, but I didn't go," Marcel admitted.

Damon's morning had started with the reprieve of the Gilberts moving in together again, and a bottle of rum; not his favorite stuff but it was what was on hand. And had been about ready to cheer himself for a job well done on keeping Baby Gilbert from killing Elena, because he deserved a pat on the back for that. And he also deserved some appreciation for staying the fuck away when all he wanted was to drag his dream girl back into his bed and fuck her raw. And he had earned the bottle of fucking rum for being the good guy; to which he wanted to say fuck all to that.

Point was, he had earned the bottle, and a right for a week of oblivion in his bed without moral lectures from Stefan or judgy looks from Bonnie; because God knew she was getting on his nerves.

So, when he was stalking half dressed; through his own damn house thank you very much, if he wanted to strut around naked as the day he was born, then he would feel free to do that! He didn't expect the Destroyer of Dreams on his stoop. He peered around to make sure he wasn't hallucinating and then back at the petite witch who looked uncomfortable and grudging while glaring at him.

"To what do I owe the displeasure?" he drawled as he leaned on the door arch and took a swig of rum.

"I need your blood," she stated bluntly.

"Mmm… no," he answered and smiled as he moved to slam the door shut on her. He was about halfway up the stairs to his room when the door was blasted open which had him jumping, cringing, and whirling around as she stalked into the house. "Jesus Bonnie!"

"I need your blood," she repeated as she stomped up the stairs after him.

"Well, I'm not in a giving mood!" he retorted.

"Well, I need it!"

"Bon! It has been a hell of a month! In the last week alone I've lost the girl, the pupil, been tossed in a dumpster, had my blood boiled, been beaten up trying to break a Hunter's curse that took a nasty little witch to fix, and chased after a naked baby Gilbert! So help me, I am not in the mood!" he roared.

"Damon," she started.

"No."

"I can take it the hard way, or you can just give it to me," she sighed.

"Bonnie," he came to loom over her, relishing in being tall and on the stairs now as he narrowed his eyes down his nose to glare. "I. Am. Not. In. The. Mood."

"Please Damon, it's important," she stated.

"For whom or what?"

"Davina," Bonnie answered.

"Davina!" he seethed as he turned to stalk away before he stopped and stomped down the stairs. "I'm not interested in helping Davina."

"She could save Elena," Bonnie answered.

Now he raised his brow. "We just eliminated the map to the cure," he pointed out.

"Davina's a powerful witch, more powerful than any I've ever encountered, not just with the power she channels but with her own power. If you help her, she'll probably be willing to help Elena," Bonnie bartered.

"Why?"

"Because she can," Bonnie sighed. "Davina helps because she can, I've connected with her three times, and trust me, there's no strings attached to her helping you, she'll do it because she can."

"And what if I don't want to help Elena?" he drawled out tiredly. He was getting tired of Elena pulling him through the ringer so effortlessly.

"Please," Bonnie pleaded.

"Fine, but I want to see what you and the teenage witch need it for," he stated. "Before you take it."

"Get dressed then and I'll show you," Bonnie stated.

He tilted his head and darted up the stairs. Pulling on his clothes with ease he ran down the stairs to see Bonnie getting into the car.

"Where is the mini witch of terror?" he asked as he slid into the passenger's seat.

"She's somewhere, I don't know, with Klaus, Hayley, Marcel and Kol, I think they're going after Silas."

"Who has the only known cure."

"Not necessarily." Bonnie started up the car and pulled out of their driveway. "Davina said that it's a spell of some sort, to make a vampire human, and I don't know the particulars, but I'm sure she'd be happy to help out people in need of help."

"Would she help Elena?"

"She helped Jeremy; whom she's come to dislike greatly, she's helped me, Davina's helping people even when she doesn't have to. I'm fairly sure her going off to kill Silas is something she's doing to help Kol. She'll help Elena, and you if you want."

"I don't need help Bonnie."

"Sure, you don't."

The rest of the ride was in silence until they reached the abandoned house. He got out and looked around as he followed Bonnie until he grunted hitting an invisible barrier.

"What the hell Bon!?"

"Sorry!" she ran over to him. "I forgot, I invite you in Damon Salvatore," she said as she hoisted him up.

"You forgot!? This place is abandoned! I don't need an invite!"

"It's my ancestral grounds now," Bonnie answered.

"Your what?"

"It's mine, Damon," she stated firmly. "Come on," she pulled him along and he found himself in a sophisticated lab then.

"I'm not sure what the potion is, but Davina was going to test it with hybrid blood, I don't know where Tyler is, so she thought to try studying vampire blood reactions to get an idea as to how it might react to a hybrid because the work on a wolf is apparently clear," Bonnie explained.

"What is it, Bonnie?" he asked as he peered over at the small liquid cups holding a strange white potion.

"No idea. But Davina seems to need it and I kind of owe her for saving my magic," she explained.

"And she's using it on a hybrid?"

"That's what she said."

"I'm always down to ruin Klaus' day," he said as he held out his hand for her to take his blood.