I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Kol walked into Nik's house to see Klaus and Rebekah in the foyer, they both seemed shocked seeing him and he sighed as he kept his hands in his pockets.

"I wasn't expecting you back yet," Rebekah said.

"I've been busy," Kol defended with a smile.

"We are aware, now tell us, what are your schemes?" Nik demanded.

"Still can't compel me, Nik," he chuckled as he walked into the study. He was pleased to see the bourbon.

"So, what have you and Davina been doing?"

"Killing monsters, saving the future, performing magic, teaching our wayward Bennett addition that won't leave," he responded.

"Can you help Davina with her Merge!?" Rebekah questioned eagerly.

"Not sure yet," he said as he poured a sniffer of brandy. Turning he looked at his sister and brother. "But we are going back to New Orleans."

"What!?" Rebekah gaped; Nik looked like he was going to choke.

"Yup. Shit to do," Kol shrugged and knocked back his drink.

The burn felt amazing on his throat. He was loving being human again! Setting the crystal aside he looked at Rebekah's look of utter disbelief and Klaus's unreadable expression.

"What do you have to do?"

"We have a list, but it appears mother dearest can't stay dead, so that'll have to be solved," Kol shrugged. "And father, he's apparently going to be a problem too. Then there's the matter of Armageddon, witches, magic, vampires, werewolves, it's all a bloody trope but we're sorting it out before more damage can be done. Oh, and your ex, we have to kill her, her incestuous brother, and the stable boy I wanted to make a snack out of back in France."

"The Trinity?"

"Yes, Davina just remembered they're apparently going to be a problem, so we'll go solve that before it gets to us."

"How can you trust her?" Klaus ordered.

"As a fresh mortal, I'm on a clock, Nik," he pointed out; which seemed to have his brother looking stricken. "I don't have time to doubt her."

"We could turn you back," Nik started.

"Let's not," Kol said as he held up his hand to stop his brother. "I like being a witch far more than a vampire, and I like this."

"I…" Klaus started.

Kol tensed as his big brother walked over to him, and he was utterly flummoxed when Nik threw his arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. "You're my blood." he whispered harshly and Kol felt his brother's arms wrap around him. "I will not lose you!"

"Respect I'm human again." Kol wrapped his arms around Klaus then.

"I do not relish the idea of losing any of my siblings, little brother," Klaus grumbled as he tightened his grip.

"You got a couple of decades to get accustomed to the idea," Kol warned as he released Klaus. "I'm going to go pack, Davina, Marcel, Hayley and I will probably be leaving by the end of the week," he informed them as he left Klaus to adapt to the fact he was leaving.

"I don't like this! You're too reckless and impulsive about this girl!" Klaus shouted after him.

"Not your problem Nik!" he called back over his shoulder as he jogged up to his room. Peeling off his coat he tossed it aside as he started looking over the grimoires, he had brought here for what to take. There was a knock on his door which had him looking up to see Rebekah there.

"Kol…" she started.

"I haven't forgotten about looking into a way to make you mortal," he sighed. "But it's on the back burner for now, sister."

"I'm… that's not a pressing matter," she muttered sourly. "I came to ask if you're certain about returning to New Orleans."

"I've already been back, Bex, I'm just going on a more long-term base for a bit. Things always happen there, and I'd rather be there than here if what's coming is coming," he notified her, as he popped open a trunk and started packing the grimoires.

"You're going to be with Davina," Rebekah murmured.

"Sort of, we're partners in crime. We'll be on our way by the end of the week."

"I…" Rebekah started.

"You and Nik can do whatever you desire, but I'm going," he told her.

"I will be there soon, I can't leave Klaus alone right now…"

"Why?"

"He's trying to figure a way around your word that Tyler would be safe and free," she admitted as she rubbed her brow.

"Good luck, if he does harm the hybrid, he'll have a very pissed off Davina Claire on his ass about that, and I think she's clever enough to best our dear brother," he laughed quietly. He summoned the grimoires to fly around his head as he organized and packed them.

"It's been a long time since I saw you do that," Rebekah murmured.

"Been a while since I could. Bex, no matter what, I was going back to New Orleans with Davina, since pretty much the moment she told me her schemes," Kol fessed up.

"I get it, I was going to go back after Marcel," she said softly. "I just… I couldn't, I'm not strong like you, Kol. I never liked being on my own."

"Well, when you come down, you'll be with me darling," he said.

"Promise?"

"Of course," he assured her as he came over and hugged her. "You're my little sister."

"How'd you go from being my paranoid wild brother to my good brother?"

"This is me, Bex, no heightened emotions, or bloodlust, no anger, or rage… Just me," he pulled away from her with a smile.

"I missed this Kol," she admitted.

"Me too, never actually thought I'd be mortal again, though," he shrugged and went to his dresser as he started pulling out clothes.

"When are you leaving?"

"Sooner rather than later, on a time crunch, Bex," he said as he pulled a suitcase out of his closet. "I do need a favor though, one you should keep from Nik," he sighed.

"Anything."

"I need you to send people you trust to these locations," he said as he started writing.

"Why?"

"Grimoires I have stashed, I'd do it myself, but I'm on a clock and busy, and I need get to New Orleans," he said as he handed her the list.

"Whoa," she muttered.

"I get around. Just ship them to the Plantation House," he ordered as he continued packing. "One of them might hold the answers for getting your mortality back."

"You… still…?"

"It might take me a couple of years Bex, but I'm going to look for a way to get you human," he assured.

"Thank you!" she whispered as she ran towards him and threw her arms around him.

He grunted at the impact but rubbed her back. "I gotta pack." He pulled himself from her and continued packing.

"If… Marcel wanted to be human?"

"I'll figure that out after Davina and I take care of the list. Mortality will be yours," he assured her.

"I'll help you pack," she decided as she walked to his closet.

Bonnie woke at eight in the morning utterly exhausted, yesterday's spell had nearly knocked her out, and Damon had been the one to carry her home, much to her surprise. She knew that Damon and Elena were in the middle of some sort of spat, but she was surprised with how he was hanging around her more and more. Getting up she examined her face, noting she had a pastier complexion than normal. Brushing her teeth, she made her way downstairs, her dad was sitting at the table reading the paper.

"School called," he said.

"Oh?"

"Yes, to inform me that you are out of excused and unexcused absences, and if you continued on this course, you would not be eligible for graduation!" he hissed as he folded his paper sharply. "This witch stuff is not as important as your future!"

"This witch stuff is my future!" she countered.

"And how are you going to make a living off of it!? Huh? Is this the best you want in life, a high school dropout going to community college!?"

"I haven't even applied to college!" she snapped.

"Bonnie…"

"Don't, you are a salesman, a travelling one! Grams was a witch and she made it in life just fine!" she shouted. Granted her grandmother had also been an artist but she was most certainly making a living as a witch.

There was a knock on the door, and she stormed over to yank it open, just about jumping out of her skin when she saw Kol there.

"Morning darling," he greeted. "Can we talk?"

"Now's not a good…" she started.

"Invite the boy in!" Rudy bellowed and she saw her father sneering at her. But worse she felt Kol's outrage as all of his magic unfurled powerful, she half expected the skies to turn to storms and there be a clap of thunder to shake the house. Bu Kol kept a smile on his face as he walked in.

"What do you want to talk about with my daughter, boy?" Rudy commanded.

"I was coming to invite her to join Davina and I in New Orleans if she would desire to continue her education as a witch," Kol grounded out through gritted teeth.

"So that's it, come to whisk off a powerful, naïve witch girl to seduce, as if one weren't enough?" Rudy roared.

"What the bloody hell?" Kol growled.

"Is this what you want, Bonnie, to run off with some boy and become a vagabond?" he demanded.

"Stop calling me boy," Kol warned lowly; his tone was soft and dangerous; it sent a literal chill down Bonnie's spine as she feared for her father.

"You're what, twenty-one?" Rudy spat. "Too old to be playing with high school girls, you ought to be disgusted with yourself!"

"I'm well over a thousand years old," Kol declared icily which had her father floundering. Kol walked forward, composed as Elijah as he held himself tall and impeccable, her father stepped back. "I was born in an era where your daughter would already be married and have a kid and a half. I have lived through plagues, wars, empires rising and fallings, I have been a lover, an enemy, a witch, a brother, a healer, a general, a warrior, a god, a demon, a sailor, a hunter, a monster, a nightmare. I have killed men by the thousands for sport, for war, for a price, for the greater good, for the greater evil, and laid waste to monarchs and churches alike. I have crumbled the strongest of empires to dust and raised the most powerful witches in history. I was alive long before you were even a thought in your ancestor's mind, and I will be remembered long after you are forgotten as the insignificant you are. I have lived in squaller, riches, and everything in between. I have seen it all, done it all, and experienced it all in my millennium. You cannot even comprehend the lifetimes I have lived. So do not dare to ever call me 'boy'." Kol was toe to toe with her father, looming over Rudy with an expression of absolute wrath.

"Now, Bonnie, I was coming to discuss with you the fact Davina and I are going to New Orleans, would you care to accompany us?" he asked as he turned the full brunt of his attention to her, the flip of his attitude from wrath to civil, composed, and gentlemanly made Bonnie jolt at his one-eighty.

"New Orleans?"

"Yes. There's business to be attended to there, and there's a lot you can learn from the New Orleans Covens, they'll know more about reconnecting you than I can teach, or what Davina can teach," he explained as he fixed his jacket cuff.

Bonnie loved the fact that Kol, unlike most people in her life, actually looked at her, and treated her, like an adult, which made it easier to respect him. Despite everything he had done, it was clear Kol was a reasonable person, he was just wild, impulsive, unpredictable, and loyal to a fault, he was exceedingly motived and exceptionally dangerous when provoked. She had seen that, even before he had had Davina, Kol was far more dangerous than any of the other Originals and far more ruthless. Davina just seemed to be a stabilizing factor for him, like having one person hear and accept him was enough, it was rather admirable, it also made her realize when he wasn't lashing out for being unheard, it was because he actually knew what he was doing and didn't want people dead.

"I would…"

"She will not!" Rudy started but faltered when Kol turned the full brunt of his attention and wrath towards Rudy.

"I believe the decision is Bonnie's," Kol spoke coldly. Bonnie had never been on the receiving end of Kol's defenses, but his cold composure was far more intimidating and terrifying than his fiery, passionate personality.

"If you go Bonnie, you will not have a home to return to," Rudy warned.

"I love you, but it hasn't been much of a home," she said softly. "I'll go with you guys."

"Get what you need, I'm getting a U-Haul van, Marcel insists," he rolled his eyes. "Any legal matters about this will be handled by Marcellus Gerard."

"Alright," she nodded.

"Do you desire me to stay while you pack?" he asked gently. Kol shifted his glare to her father, and she saw her father's temper violently rising as he seemed to be turning purple and his glare was venomous.

"Um… yes," she nodded.

"Alright," he nodded.

The other thing about Kol, he was an indomitable force, as a vampire and as a witch, she wondered if he just knew how to use his size as a weapon against people. Bonnie jogged up the stairs and started packing. She grabbed her keepsakes from her Gram's and her clothes. She threw in a few grimoires even. She had all six bags which she lugged down the stairs.

"I'll get your bags, darling," he said as he grabbed up about four of them and went to the car.

"Bonnie!"

"This is who I am, dad, I'm a witch," she murmured. "I need to learn this more than get a GED or a degree right now, I could hurt someone if I don't. I'm sorry dad, I hope you'll understand one day."

Kol reappeared and grabbed two of her bags before escorting her to the car; his hand hovered at the small of her back as if he were her protector.

Elijah was sitting in Boston reading over a small book of poetry as he savored an expresso. He wasn't certain what to do now, not with Katerina's death. He had always been chasing her, or keeping Klaus in check, though over the last few decades he had been plotting his younger brother's death in his fury over their sibling's being daggered; again, and missing!

Elijah felt it was time he stepped back and think hard about life. Kol's newfound mortality was a concern, but it was also an eye opener. They would have mere decades with their wily brother. Decades! After a millennium of living, it was hard to fathom. After about the first century they had all shifted how they viewed time, he knew that. And he had never had to worry about a sibling actually dying, they were together, even when apart, forever, and always.

But it was like they were trapped in ice, or fog, something eternal which didn't change but everything changed around them. They, them four, had always been. Of course, there had been Finn, who hated their existence had remained daggered for centuries, Klaus had lied about Finn and kept their brother prisoner. Kol's outrage about Klaus' control over him, being daggered whenever Elijah and Klaus had felt he was too far gone, it had hit Elijah hard. Their baby brother had decades now, and they had wasted all that time squandering life, and Kol would be gone from their grasp, and Elijah didn't know if their brother knew how much they all loved him.

Finn was their mother's favorite, he had reveled in the role of enforcer, and Viking, taking pride in his warrior skills and his ability to plunder a village. As a vampire Finn had become a thing they hadn't recognized, and Finn; who had never been particularly fond of them, now hated their existence. It was not uncommon Finn had attempted to kill them; the daggers had been a relief in this aspect. Though Finn's love of Sage had taken his focus off of ruining their lives and existence it hadn't relinquished the hatred and contempt their eldest brother looked upon them with. Niklaus didn't help, never had, taking every chance to aggravate or instigate a conflict with Finn.

Elijah knew he had changed, he didn't know how, but he knew the centuries had warped him. He knew that he believed his siblings could find redemption, though he wasn't sure what it could be. He knew that he was better than Niklaus, but in the same breath was just as traitorous to Kol. He had traded one brother for another, as a human he had sort of been mediator between his younger siblings. He kept everyone in check and on the right path, Niklaus, Kol, Rebekah and Henrik, they were all his responsibility. But after Henrik, he had come to value Rebekah and Niklaus more than Kol, Kol who had always been so stubborn and independent and determined never seemed to need him. Perhaps he had been wrong in that thinking and aligned himself too much with Klaus.

Niklaus had been the most drastically changed of them. He was utterly devoted to family, to himself, Rebekah, Kol, and Henrik. Henrik's death had broken Nik in that aspect, then Nik had become overprotective and controlling; perhaps that was the wolf in him demanding to guard his 'pack'. This had annoyed Elijah and Kol but was tolerated after the loss of Henrik. Niklaus had been a creative, gentle soul with a lot of love and compassion, their mother had ruined that with her curse. Perhaps it was the wolf within his brother which had raged and attempted to break free even when sealed away from him. What little of his younger brother's humanity had remained had been utterly demolished by the Hunter's curse.

Rebekah, kind, and loving Rebekah who had been so like Niklaus, had become this dark version of herself. She loved, but with restraint, she was cold, distant, controlling, and ruthless when crossed. Rather like himself, she was also out of touch with her humanity. Elijah did not see the girl who had once been his sister, the girl who smiled and laughed at birds fluttering and begged for their time and attention, or fast talked Kol into training her.

And Kol had been the most removed from his humanity. Elijah supposed Kol had lost a part of himself, like Niklaus had when he had lost access to his wolf. The Kol he talked to and saw since taking the cure had been so like the young man, he remembered from their days a human. Wild, unpredictable, stubborn, loyal to a fault, fast mind, curious, happy, carefree, and so vibrant. Kol had always been a vivacious creature, he flirted with Valkyrie, he raged in war, he destroyed his enemies when he didn't let his emotions get the better of his head, and he had loved, unconditionally when he gave it out so rarely.

It terrified Elijah that his brother was now mortal, and he only had a handful of decades to be had with Kol now. Never had Elijah feared for their lives, they were immortal and indestructible. Kol was not either of those anymore.

Picking up his phone he dialed his youngest brother's number.

"Hello?" Kol answered.

"Kol," he greeted.

"Ah, Elijah, just the brother I was going to call," Kol announced cheerfully.

"Really?" he asked skeptically as a smile tugged on his lips.

"No, but it sounded good," Kol chuckled. "Davina and I are going to New Orleans with Hayley and Marcel, and Bonnie, she's decided to come along."

"Are Rebekah and Klaus accompanying you?" he asked.

"No, Bex said she'd come by after graduation," he answered.

"I will be there then," he decided.

"You don't have to…" Kol started.

"Nonsense, you are mortal now, and I would like to be close to my little brother."

"Um… alright, I was just going to stay at the old Plantation House. Nik keeps it fully stocked with blood."

"I will be there by the end of the week, don't do anything foolish, brother," he pleaded teasingly.

"I won't, Davina won't let me," he muttered. "Hey! Stop eating my fries wolf!"

"I have called at an inconvenient time."

"No, I'm being harassed by women, Elijah," Kol informed him.

Elijah smiled when he heard the outraged cries of the women around Kol. "This is punishment for all your flirtatious ways."

"Mocking me now!?" Kol chuckled.

"Oh very much, I will see you in New Orleans."

"I'm not a child, Elijah, I will be fine."

"I expect a lovely dinner with you and Davina and her family," he said and hung up. He chuckled at his brother's antics now as he sipped his expresso. He would be happier in New Orleans; it wouldn't be as dreary as Boston and he would keep Kol alive!

Of all the siblings to get back mortality it had to be his wildest, most reckless sibling!

Kol would turn all of his hair white in the coming decades, of that Elijah was certain.