I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Kol had found them a roadside motel while he figured out a similar Latin spell for trapping Travelers.

Travelers used Czech or Latin, the Nine Covens utilized a wide range of Spanish, Creole, Native American tongues, and Western African dialects, Gemini Coven used Latin, Greek and Egyptian, he used Old Norse and Runic, he knew that language helped with spells which was why he had learned so many in his long life.

"What are you looking for?" Elijah asked as Kol focused on pulling spells from his memory.

"Latin spell for the twins to utilize," Kol answered.

"Why?"

"Well, Seidr is a dead practice and more complex than merely casting a spell, it is connected a lot to self and the old ways, I can't teach it. Latin is sort of universal because of how the Romans and then the Spaniards and Catholic Church got around. The Gemini were also based in Greece and Egypt for a millennium before we existed," he explained.

"The twins seem amicable," Elijah commented.

"Just say what you actually want to say, so I don't have to guess."

"I am concerned about how Miss Parker looks at you… And given your penchant for flirtatious dalliances with the fairer sex."

"I don't go for blondes, normally," he cut off bluntly.

"Last century," Elijah started.

"Mary-Alice had something I wanted, and I had something she wanted, a mutually beneficial and pleasurable relationship. I've done that time and time again, brother, part of my charm and how I evaded sticky entanglements, like Aurora or Aya or Alexander," Kol listed off.

"I am concerned, brother, because you are mortal," Elijah said firmly.

"What does mortality have to do with this?" Kol asked looking up.

"Do not do something impulsive or rash," Elijah cautioned.

"I'm not doing either of those things," he said as he felt confused now. "What's this about?"

"We are all fond of Davina, so do not do something that will harm her," Elijah sighed exasperatedly.

"I'm not going to," Kol grumbled as he ran a hand over his face in frustration. "Davina is… Davina. Makes her, important, and I'm not overly fond of overzealous witches with a penchant for flashy magic."

Kol found Olivia to be tedious at best. Davina Claire though, she was the first he could claim to be a match to him; privately he wondered if Davina was a lost Valkyrie. Davina was impressive, she was the sort of witch sagas were written about. There was also the complication that made Davina a curiosity and attempting to pin down her secrets.

"And Davina?"

"Davina's important Elijah, and complicated, and about the only bloody friend I've had so bugger off."

"Why are you so guarded regarding Davina? Did something happen between you two, you have been cagy about her mere name in the past days since we left New Orleans. I doubt it has something to do with her Coven, or that problem. So, is there something wrong between you two?" Elijah pressed with such a genuine concern Kol knew he wasn't getting out of this conversation even if he pulled a fast one.

Kol groaned, unlike Rebekah or Nik, he knew if he told Elijah then it would remain between them, but at the same time he wasn't sure he had the mental capacity to discuss it. Then again, it had been bothering him since March, and though he ignored it a lot of the time, it was becoming a complication he felt needed to get sort out as time was dwindling for Davina.

Getting up he cast a quick silencing spell before he grabbed the bourbon he had packed; old habits die hard. Pouring himself one and then Elijah another he handed his brother the mug before he sat on the bed with his legs out in front of him.

"I might have a wee problem," he conceded.

"What sort of small problem?"

"The wife sort," he grumbled as he knocked back his drink and poured another.

"Wife? I do believe that requires marriage and as you have evaded all forms of matrimony with a diligence, I find impressive, I am at a loss how you…?"

"You cannot tell Bex, upon pain of death and torture, and upon all the gods we know of, swear you will never speak of this with her or anyone," he warned as he cut his brother off.

"I swear," Elijah said.

"I'm relatively certain Davina Claire was my wife in her time," he stated and sipped his bourbon.

That stunned his brother who sat there like an owl blinking at him. "Oh."

"Oh? That's all you have to say to that?"

"I'm trying… marriage?"

"It's that or a massive affair, I haven't ruled that one out, but I'm thinking husband," he grimaced as he finished the rest of his second cup and poured himself a third.

"Have you discussed this with her?" Elijah asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"How the bloody hell do I bring that up in a conversation!?" he hissed. "And, on the off chance, what if I'm wrong?"

"This is a complication," Elijah said as he knocked back his bourbon and held out his mug for another pour. Kol flicked his fingers to levitate the bottle and pour before returning it on the nightstand. "What's made you come to this conclusion?"

"Little things," he admitted.

"What sort of things?"

"Things she's mentioned off handedly," he sighed. "I know she's married, in the future, she was upfront about that, she mentioned her husband and her were investigating an artifact."

"What artifact?"

"The artifact I'm fairly certain sent her soul back in time rather than letting her die," he sighed as he rubbed his brow.

"Did her husband come back with her?"

"No."

"She is certain?"

"Yup," he answered as he took a sip of bourbon. He couldn't get the way she had looked at him when she admitted that out of his head.

"What makes you think this husband is you?"

"Silas' illusion made me actively start looking at it," he confessed. "He pulled someone who does not exist yet from her head and made them real to Davina. But the way the illusion addressed us, and how she treated the address; like it was normal for us to be a unit, it made me start thinking."

"How did it address you?"

"Auntie D, Uncle Kol, and Davina acted like that was normal, like we were a unit in her time, and a lot of her gestures and actions. She knew my favorite blood type when I was a Vampire, Elijah. No one knew that! Hell, I barely knew it with how this era figured out how to label them! Every time, without fail, she would pull out my favorite."

"How do you…?"

"She just pulled it from Nik's fridge and shoved it at me, then there's times where she moves to touch me; no one does that, but it's like a half thought or well-formed habit," he explained. He turned the mug in his grip before he took another sip of it. "It's strange, she knows me exceptionally well, in ways no one does."

"How so?"

"No one, outside of our family knows I snore, no one," he grounded out firmly.

"None of your dalliances?" Elijah started.

"I had sex with them, I don't sleep in their general vicinity because I'm not inclined to be daggered or used. I'm not that stupid," he muttered firmly. "Also, she made me use the dream manipulation on her, she knew how well I could do it; I would never do it for anyone, Elijah, no one, ever, I hated that ability so much, worse than compulsion."

"This is a complication."

"You see my problem?" he asked.

"It is a wife sort of problem."

"It's a problem, and one that's really starting to nag me," he muttered as he sat there on his bed.

Elijah nodded sympathetically. "You do not have to bring it up with her."

"I know, but it's starting to bother me," he admitted.

"How so?"

"Because she's adamant one of her souls is going to die," he grumbled.

He hated how calmly she accepted that, like it was a fact, he hated that. He wouldn't tolerate it, he wouldn't. Mainly because he was too fond of both Davina's to let one or the other go, he didn't have many people in his life he was overly fond of. And he didn't relish the idea that he would be relinquishing one or the other. Davina was important, as either Davina.

"Die!?" Elijah looked startled.

"To put it simply, Little Davina was used in a ritual known as the Harvest, it's a dangerous type of magic which shouldn't be making sacrifices as in death, it's usually a chance to remove the soul and magic from the body to connect with a greater power. Not death, traditionally. We believe, Mother dearest has corrupted the Ancestors, and when Little Davina went to the ritual, she witnessed the slaughtering of her friends, Marcel barely saved her. Problem is, because it's a Harvest ritual, she's now channeling not only her power, but the power of three other extremely powerful young witches in her Coven.

"Then, the day after that happened, probably because her soul was most vulnerable or weakest point of will, Big Davina slipped into that body through time. And in her time, she had been dying, Big Davina also harnesses natural massive magic reserves on her own standing without a Harvest ritual. But if that's not complicated enough, her soul is somehow connected to four other Harvest girls sacrificed when Big Davina was dead at some point; a point to which she has never clarified or expanded on and I haven't asked her about.

"Big Davina's soul was strong enough to send Little Davina's dormant, as best as I can figure, but since Little Davina has 'awaken', they have a weird sharing system going, which doesn't always mean I know which one I'm talking to which is exceptionally frustrating at times. Big Davina came to find me though upon waking in her younger body, and here we are," Kol cheered himself as he knocked a drink back. "The irony of this is, I don't do complicated."

"This is a complication," Elijah agreed.

"Do not tell Bex," he warned as he poured himself another drink.

"I will not breath a word of it."

"Thank you."

"If you would like I could speak to Davina about the matter or not."

"Not," he snorted. "I don't know if she's discussed it with anyone else."

"But you're discussing it with me."

"There's no way in hell I could ever tell Bex, she'll sign me up for a church, and Little Davina is sixteen," Kol grounded out. "I'm running out of time to fix this, and it's frustrating as hell because I can't just outright ask."

"Running out of time?"

"Davina has to die," Kol grimaced as he knocked back his drink. The bourbon did nothing to sooth the sour taste those words left in his mouth.

"She's a child!" Elijah barked in outrage.

"Welcome to witchcraft," Kol cheered bitterly as he poured another drink and sent the bottle to his brother.

"There is surely a way she doesn't have to die."

"No," Kol sighed. "I've tried to figure a way around that one but that's a big fat no."

"Why?"

"If she doesn't die during the Harvest then she will perish with all the power she's channeling. While she, either her, is exceptionally powerful on her own standing, she's got too much power to contain within her body. Soon it will probably start taking a toll on her physically."

"What?"

"It'll start with exhaustion, fatigue, then mood swings, there will also probably be an extreme version of PMS involved with her powers being beyond her control. Granted, she displays excellent control of emotions for a sixteen-year-old, but even this will start to take its toll. Her friends' souls are tied to this power, and she can't control their emotions, which will have her unpredictable. Then when we're nearing the end, the powers will attempt to leave her violently, she's got enough power within her to be a hurricane of the greatest magnitude, Elijah. Only, she'll be as she terms 'a biblical plague', she'll be a disaster wherever she is and destroy a good portion of the southern United States as we know them.

"And when the powers within her are done tearing her body apart, her soul will be next until all the magic that is Davina Claire, is no more."

"That's horrid," Elijah grimaced as he knocked back his drink and poured another.

"To prevent that from happening, she's going to complete the Harvest, after we've sealed up Esther because that's the only way, she'll do it."

"And she believes one or the other of her will die."

"No, she thinks the Older version of her will die," he answered. "She's not going to let the Younger version of herself die, but she's going to sacrifice her Older self to break the connection between the Ancestors and the Covens."

"That'll destroy the Covens' magic."

"No, no it won't, see magic is about life and nature, the dead ruling magic doesn't make sense, it's rather backwards. Traditionally, uncorrupted Ancestors are to give guidance, to aid witches, to lend powers and knowledge, but that won't happen as long as mother's on the Other Side, so Davina is going to have the Covens start over. The hope is that Vincent will be Regent, and maybe, just maybe, Big Davina will be the first Ancestor again. So, my dilemma asking if she was my wife," he cheered himself and sipped the bourbon. "And it's really starting to bother me."

"If you should ask…" Elijah trailed off then.

"One will die, and one is too young," he murmured. "It's a bloody paradox. The irony is, I evaded complications well in my thousand years, and then this bloody little witch just appears and throws that to hell and a handbasket," he applauded bitterly.

"You have continuously pointed out that you are the only one of us without a trail of homicidal exes," Elijah mused.

"Yup," he nodded grimly as he sipped his bourbon. "I went a thousand years without a hiccup or complication in my love affairs and then Davina Bloody Claire happened!" he hissed in frustration.

"How do you feel about them?"

"Hm?"

"How do you feel about them, separately."

"Davina's Davina," he shrugged. "Big or Little. Big's just got the experience of life."

"That's simple."

"It's annoying when I can't figure out which one I'm talking to, and they do this weird sharing moment too, and you're talking to both! Very bloody maddening."

"If 'Big' Davina, as you have termed her, should perish, will that affect your relationship with 'Little' Davina?" Elijah asked.

"She's sixteen," Kol stressed. "Don't be fooled by her maturity levels, she's sixteen and very innocent. It isn't fair to deprive her of life, regardless of how I view her."

"Yes, I suppose she is a child," Elijah muttered.

"And my partner in crime, something she takes pride in," Kol said honestly.

"You've put a lot of thought into this matter."

"It's depriving me of sleep when Freya, Travelers, and Dahlia aren't."

"What?"

"It'll make sense in time."

"Kol, I can offer no expertise here, only, if you are Big Davina's husband then perhaps, in time, Little Davina will follow in her predecessor's steps," Elijah said. "And the problems Big Davina has laid out for you to solve are clearly going to take a few years regardless of her timetable."

"You know I don't believe in Fate, or Destiny or any of that nonsense," Kol reminded his brother.

"Do you have any idea how rare love is?" Elijah asked him gently.

Kol snorted.

"In my considerable lifetime I have only felt it twice, brother," he said softly.

"I'm not you."

"You're a wily old fox," Elijah countered. "And I have a theory, one which Henrik believed full heartedly, regarding you and love."

"And what's that?" Kol mused humorlessly.

"Henrik insisted you were like the fox you're equated to," he said.

Kol tilted his head a bit, curious where Henrik and Elijah would've gone with this theory.

"You'd fall only once, and she'd have to be a vixen of equal measure. From what I have witnessed, I cannot disagree with Henrik, dead or not, our brother was perceptive," Elijah chuckled.

"Bloody hell, that doesn't make me feel better about the wife predicament," he muttered. "And foxes aren't monogamous."

"Where'd you learn that?"

"Boredom and a magazine called National Geographics, I was very curious what humans had learned, and surprised to learn that."

"You're missing the point," Elijah chuckled. "Enjoy her, Kol, and if she is yours, she will be with you in time."

"I'm not good at waiting for this stuff to happen, it's like waiting for the other shoe to drop, although I think in my case it's more like Wile E. Coyote awaiting that safe to drop on his head, or whatever."

"What?"

"I watched Looney Tunes with Little Davina. We were both bored and brain dead and hitting dead ends, it was actually fun," Kol chuckled.

"It is so strange that they are dubbed Big and Little," Elijah muttered.

"I didn't do it, Marcel did that," Kol stated firmly. "And I don't think they've caught onto how many innuendos can be made from their Big and Little label."

"Do not corrupt the poor girl, Kol," Elijah sighed.

"I'm trying really hard not to," he whined. "But seriously, all the flirting goes over Little Davina's head, and she just turns this adorable shade of red, how the hell is a sixteen-year-old in this era, that innocent!?"

"You are besotted with her," Elijah chuckled.

"Mock me and I'll sic Bekah on you for matchmaking again," Kol warned. "She's worse than Ayana."

"I do not foresee that happening in my future," Elijah stated tightly.

"I'm sorry about what I did to Katerina or Katherine or whatever she called herself," Kol sighed honestly. "If I had known at the time…"

"You would've done anything to protect Davina Claire," Elijah cut off. "And however fond I was of Katerina she was not Tatia, despite appearances. Katerina was a cold reminder of a love I miss. I am just pleased you did not lose yours because of her."

"Davina isn't my 'love', as of now and as far as I know. Don't get me wrong, I'm very fond of the lass, and slightly partial to her, but she's my goddamn complication!" Kol seethed. "I miss simple, I really miss simple. Davina Claire had to blow that up! Fucking Claire witches and pyrokinetics. I know she didn't actually blow my life up, but the woman did throw it out of whack."

"Complications are good for life," Elijah chuckled.

"Oh, sure they are, I'm going to remind you of that in the future," Kol warned solemnly. "Just please, please, do not tell Nik or Bex, they'll be impossible."

"I will not breathe a word of it."

"I don't think I should be looking up spells from my memory, how many glasses of this have I had?" Kol asked looking at the half empty bottle.

"Not enough," Elijah admitted. "You've given me a headache thinking about your headache, please pass the bottle."

"You have a headache; imagine how I've felt for the last three months!" he cheered as he poured his brother a drink. "On the bright side, I'm a witch again, and Silas is dead and we're off to kill the Wicked Witch of the West soon enough."