A.N: Have I mentioned how much I love writing the Mikaelson's? Kol especially. Thank you all so much your reviews. The fact Caroline is pregnant with four had many of you either saying wow or concerned about how I am going to handle it.

Let me be clear, I am not going to turn Caroline into some damsel in distress but nor if she will be all super powerful with many high-powered babies in her womb. This is a supernatural pregnancy and is going to be hard on her human body. I will do my best to do this situation justice. Bare with me, and I hope that everyone can see where this is going. I believe the end is going to be very interesting to some of you.

As always, I will take reviews, especially for names. Do you think we should have a Hope, Josie, and Lizzie rebirth or something completely new? I will consider all ideas to what I have planned currently.

Chapter 35

One hour.

She had been awake for one bloody hour before being hunted down and cornered by the noblest of Klaus's siblings. To be fair, once being able to confirm her own pregnancy, the blonde former vampire knew that she most likely would need to get used to having a Mikaelson bodyguard. Niklaus would never allow her to be alone while she was potentially vulnerable; unlike Hayley, she was not of a cursed witch line causing the wolf gene, nor was she an active witch like Bonnie.

Therefore, the blonde was stuck knowing that the Mikaelson's would definitely enforce a bodyguard after what happened the other day. Yet she did not expect the sudden quietness around the house was surprising. She had been awake for a single hour before Elijah managed to locate her.

Perhaps they were just giving her space? Caroline's nose twitched at the thought. That didn't sound entirely right. Rubbing her stomach gently, she looked down at her stomach; she was pregnant. She remembered how big she had gotten with the twins.

"Caroline."

Finally, she looked up, eying the piece of paperwork warily. The Forbes woman wondered if Elijah's particular neurosis brand was a slightly more passive form of aggression. Niklaus and Kol would curse and threaten bodily harm onto people. Rebekah would smile sweetly before pulling said violent act then used the victim's bloody credit card on a shopping spree.

Elijah?

His reaction to Caroline being pregnant was not like Rebekah, who balked at the idea that it was possible and snapped at the doctor. Nor Niklaus, who the blonde knew, was still fighting the urge to deny it was his despite knowing Caroline had not been with anyone else.

Bloody possessive fool, she thought fondly. In the back of her mind, Caroline knew that things were going too well. Niklaus was a possessive control freak. A pregnancy was something out of his control: that and the fact her human nose could smell bleach.

Something needed to be cleaned last night. Elijah's tap of his foot shook the blonde out of her thoughts, placing her concern for Klaus on the backburner. Best to deal with one crazy Mikaelson at a time. Yes, Elijah, the Mikaelson, who has slipped a paper full of legal words and ironclad contrasts towards her. This was not like Niklaus or Rebekah.

Nor was it like Ko,l who made a sexual innuendo that had caused his brother to threaten bodily harm on him.

No, Elijah just had to bloody buy the hospital she was in!

Caroline stared at the paper that Elijah slid into her possession with a large amount of skepticism. She held the form in her hand as if it would bite her. Carefully reading the paper, "are you kidding me?"

Elijah regally twitched in his seat; the blonde held back her amusement that the noble original was fidgeting because of her. "I assure you, Miss. Forbes, this is not a joke."

"Caroline, remember?" The pregnant human teased the whites of her teeth showing. "You want to place the hospital in my name?"

"It will keep unwanted vampires away from the hospital," Elijah supplied, "after hearing how you received your own blood bags, I thought to be prudent."

Caroline flushed softly, "I refuse to deny vampires an alternate way of feeding if they desire human blood, Elijah."

"Drinking human blood from the vein does not mean we kill them all, love" Kol's voice was highly amused as he stalked up to the blonde giving her a one-armed hug. "Where is our dear wolfy brother. I thought he'd be staking his claim on you."

"Kol," Elijah warned softly, seeing Caroline blush.

"She knows how babies are made, Elijah," Kol grinned, turning to look at the blonde, "you do know how babies are made, don't you? I don't need to talk with my brother, do I?"

"Kol, what's going on? Everyone has suddenly become extremely busy," Caroline's eyes narrowed. "Fuck, why didn't I notice before?"

"Because my brother refused to allow you to leave his bedroom….. OW! ELIJAH," Kol whined, touching his ear.

"Kol," Elijah growled.

"Fine. Fine. Future sister-in-law, I will see you tonight; we shall begin discussing why I should be the favorite uncle" Kol winked at Elijah, who rolled his eyes before slinking off to do who knows what.

Scratch that, Caroline definitely did not want to know.

"You need to sign the deed to the hospital; it is a private hospital; therefore, we can ensure its safety during your pregnancy," Elijah insisted.

Caroline sighed, "you just had to buy the entire thing. Why not just fiancé a new bloody wing?"

Elijah shrugged, "this seemed to be the most economical. If we bought a wing, then we could not place the entire facility under your newly living name."

The blonde grabbed the pen the vampire held out to her and signed her name. "You know this does not mean I'm changing my major."

"Of course not. Rebekah is going to be in pre-med and taking up as head of the board."

Caroline's eyebrows shot to the top of her head; the last she heard, the woman had decided on a fashion major. Now she was going to put herself through pre-med. There was a vampire doctor joke in there somewhere.

"Does she know that?"

Elijah straightened his tie looking the blonde in the eye, "she will come around."

XXX

It wasn't as if she tried to be a horrible person. Correction, Katherine Pierce truly gave no fucks about whether or not she was a good person had not for centuries. Which is why the fact she even felt the slightest need to help her descendants' little friend was the strangest thing.

Katherine had been spending far too much time with that perky blonde. The Petrova mused. Before finally letting out an audible sigh, unhooking her legs and jumping off the table.

"Listen up because I am only going to say this once. Do you hear me?" The brunette ordered, shocking the blonde boy out of his stupor. The young man is clearly freaking out that another human being was actually using him as a host until Katherine came along.

"What exactly are you going to do?" Bonnie asked skeptically. Fingering her phone, thinking it might be safer to call Klaus, then allow Katherine to take the lead.

Oh god, the thought horrified her.

"Not so fast, you little witch," Katherine teased, flashing behind the witch and taking the girl's phone. "Insurance policy."

"What are you planning, Katherine?" So, the good boy finally found his voice! Lovely.

"Do you want the R rated version or the PG?"

"Katherine" There was the judgy witchy tone again.

"These witches want Silas. Nothing is going to stop them from attempting to hunt us down to get to him. This leads us to what options, kiddos?"

As the dumbfounded looks emerged onto their young faces, Katherine held back a sigh. She really should be getting paid for this. Now that was a thought, and she would definitely get back to Caroline about her fees for helping her idiotic friends.

"Listen, twerps. The Travelers are not to be taken lightly. These are serious obsessive witches while powers are limited, that does not mean they are not dangerous" Katherine shot the two a severe look.

"What do you suggest we do?" Ah, the pretty boy was finally thinking. He might survive us, yet Katherine mused.

"What we need to do is to make them think that we are actively trying to stop them. They know we have Silas's location; what they can't be sure of is if I am telling the truth," The Petrova vampire smirked, a sly smile spreading across her face.

"You want us to go to New Orleans," Bonnie stated; Katherine saw the relief in her eyes that the witch would not need to choose who to help first. So, something was going on in New Orleans; damn, Elijah was always running her off before things got good.

"What I want is to use the Big Bad Wolf's reputation for our plan. Since our agenda is Caroline's agenda, I won't be at risk of running for another 500 years."

"You want us to leave Mystic Falls while the travelers are here?" Matt asked incredulously

Katherine rolled her eyes, "the whole point of worshiping Silas is ultimately to give him the cure so he can reunite with his long lost love. Until they know where he is, they will keep their eyes on us. Well, that's the truth they wish for you to believe."

"What else do they want?" Bonnie cried

"My father kept is very hush-hush. He never wanted to be a part of the traveler covens despite never being able to assemble enough to form one of worth."

"So, you don't know," Matt shook his head.

"He never wanted us to know more than we had to. He taught us how to properly kill one, their general purpose but also hinted at the secondary one."

"What did he tell you?"

"That Traveler's hate witches. They've been separated so long from accessing spirit magic that they now view it was an abomination."

Bonnie's eyes narrowed, "if they view spirit magic as such a perversion, why are they keeping anything of Silas's safe?"

"They thought Silas and Qetsiyah had it right. That our powers should be used for greater things, that schism between Travelers and Witches eventually turned Travelers completely against them. Now being the most badass bitch of all, if I hated an entire group of people for what they could do, how would I stop them?" Katherine taunted, crossing her arms, staring down at the two.

"I'd want them to stop being able to use magic," Matt answered, eyes widening as he turned towards Bonnie. Her mouth was open as if questioning how that idea never occurred to her.

"How?"

Katherine frowned, "that's the one thing I haven't managed to figure out."

XX

Nadia Petrova's purpose in life had always been to find her biological mother. The Bulgarian had known she was adopted from a young age; her family never made it a secret. Constant mentions of her fallen mother, a term often used for women of any even slight importance who gotten with child before a lawful marriage.

Nadia waited until she reached the age of majority before sneaking out of her adopted family's home in the middle of the night. She had left a note, as awful as they were concerning any questions about her birth mother. Nadia did have one clue, the discovery of magic. Now she could never do the same things that we typically associated with witches. It was enough for Nadia to know she was different.

Her mother had to have been different too. Nadia never bothered thinking about her father, who she had quickly managed to track down. It was surprisingly easy once she learned of her mother's name, to find out through local gossips just what had transpired all those years ago.

Katherine Petrova had come from a well enough to do family, the kind known for its social climbing. Not surprising knowing that Nadia's grandfather had left his home with the Traveler's. Why deny himself the closest way to being powerful? Nadia could never understand. After her own birth, Nadia's mother had been exiled to England far away. It had been easy to find that Nadia's father was a well-to-do merchant's son, one that easily could climb into the lower ranks of the nobility.

He was married within six months to a second-born daughter of a family from the low nobility. Nothing was mentioned of his liaison with Katerina, except in the gossip mills that stayed far away from his family when speaking of such manners. His new wife was not fond of teenage indiscretions. The bloody woman had freaked when she found her teenage son years later fooling around with a newly turned Nadia.

She never did tell him that they were siblings, half-siblings, that is.

Her father ended up being the first person she killed, fully transitioning into a vampire. She had asked him about her mother… Let's just say his answer wasn't satisfactory enough.

"Nadia"

"Gregor, you foolish man. If it weren't for that spell, you would be dead," The Bulgarian woman hissed heatedly.

"What were you able to find out?' Gregor asked, ignoring the fire in her words, gently grabbing Nadia by the arm.

"Nothing," Nadia lied, knowing that it was better to lie than possibly answer with what her mother had told her. If her mother had even told her the truth. Of everything she learned about her mother was that she had a gift for surviving. Which means she had a knack for lying.

The apple didn't fall from the tree, after all.

When Nadia found a group of Travelers, she couldn't have believed her luck. It was not very hard to prove her traveler's ancestry. She took after her mother, and many of the traveler families had been Bulgarian for centuries at this point. As the world got bigger, their family lines expanded.

They taught her everything about the magic of her blood, of their curse, and the limits of their powers. Of their purpose, and their secret. The treasure of Silas that they kept hidden. Yet there was also another mission they had. One that was not well known. A secondary purpose that not even Nadia was allowed to know.

"We have to find Silas," Gregor shook his head, "we need to find him and the cure to ensure he takes it and can be killed."

"Silas never cared about anyone other than himself. Why do the Traveler's wish to make his dream come true?" Nadia questioned her lover as she finally managed to pull her arm away.

"If he dies, then our dream can come true," Gregor answered her.

"What does that even mean?"

Gregor growled, "Nadia. You promised to help us in exchange for help in finding your mother. Finally, all the pieces are coming together. Your mother is here; she knows where Silas is. We know he's been moved. We have Amara…"

"Amara's the treasure," Nadia realized, "he wanted to be reunited… so she's the anchor to the other side?"

"Amara betrayed the witch she was meant to serve. So Qetsiyah decided to ensure they could never be reunited after finding out Amara had taken the immortality elixir using her to ensure if Silas took the cure, his death would mean permanent separation."

"What does that have to do with your goals?' Nadia whispered as Gregor continued to lead her towards the Traveler compartment.

The Traveler paused, looking at Nadia, his eyes softened. "I have to know I can trust you, Nadia. I know the main reason you joined was for our resources on the doppelgangers. Nadia, if you betray us, it won't be pretty. This cannot be stopped. I don't want to see you hurt."

The small part of her who genuinely cared for the man felt a pang, knowing that her primary focus will always be her mother. Instead of letting him in on this particular truth, she said, "I promise I will be nothing to sabotage your evil plan. Just let me in."

XX

Enzo watched as the young Bennett witch packing up all her grimoires at an incredible pace for a human. The girl's room was relatively warm, painted in tans and whites, creating a calm but bright picture. The comforter set was a deep blue by the light scent of a recent change. He lounged against the doorway, crossing his arms.

"Enzo."

He grinned; he did love it when she sounded absolutely exasperated by him. "Yes, Little Witch?"

"You are not going to all evil revenge masterful plot while I am gone?"

Enzo blinked carefully before the vampire remembered that he had spoken to her of his imprisonment. Revenge had been all he could think about over his decades of incarceration. "Can't say I was really planning anything. Especially since our shared friend Damon has already killed so many of them. Not that the thought didn't cross my mind."

"Damon is not a friend of mine," Bonnie snorts, "besides, can he be called a friend when he left you in a fire."

The man shrugged, "eternity is a rather long time to hold a grudge, darling. Do give me some credit."

"So, no hunting down the last Whitmore? I went to school with him. I'd hate to have you kill you for that. Caroline would be rather put out after all the work she went to free you early."

"I was actually thinking about coming with you," Enzo supplied, looking carefully at her expressions. He wanted her to want his companionship.

"Miss Caroline, that much?" The witch teased gently closed up the last of her bags.

"While I do admit to growing fondness toward the perky blonde. I was thinking I'd really miss you," Enzo drawled, reaching out and grabbing her wrist. Keeping his grip loose enough that she could pull away if she wanted to.

"Enzo," Bonnie whispered as he heard her heart pick up speed. Internally he felt his hope rise that perhaps whatever he was feeling was not his alone.

"What do you say, Bonbon? Allow me to go with you?" Enzo asked, keeping his voice low. His grip switched from her wrist towards slowly rubbing up and down her arms.

"Matt and Katherine will be with me," Bonnie said, her heart pounding an extra beat. "We really could use your help in keeping an eye on the travelers. Katherine said Nadia has stopped by to see her after….but I don't trust…."

Enzo dropped his hands, letting out a heavy breath, "if it will put your mind at ease. I guess I could stay here and man the fort."

XX

How did his life come to this?

Tyler Lockwood had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth; even he was not arrogant enough to deny it. He came from a prominent founding family, one that retained its wealth and managed somehow to stay in power while reproducing just enough to continue on. Growing up, Tyler had been given everything he could ever want.

Expect more of his parent's time.

Not that he would have ever admitted it to anyone. He grew into a popular boy on the football team. His father was the mayor, and his mother was the president of almost every committee, well except the teen division. That had always belonged to Caroline. Then the Salvatore's came to town, and suddenly the town increased in deaths.

He never imagined that most of those were supernaturally induced.

Tyler never thought he would turn into a werewolf, nor become a hybrid alpha to a pack only to lose the pack as he lost his uncle and father. By some luck, his mother was still alive; his heart whispered that it was thanks to Caroline. As if the blonde could indeed keep her new toy in line to prevent him from doing something he wanted to do.

Yet, hadn't the man said as much when Tyler ran into him on the street? Now here he was packing what remains of his things into a duffle bag. He couldn't stay here, not with Hayley. The hybrid seethed in anger at how the wolf had allowed him to think it was the monster in his nightmares that killed his pack when it had been her all along.

And the home he had built, after all the damage in Mystic Falls and it was ruined. Klaus fucking Mikaelson and his bloody family had moved straight into town. Honestly, it was as if the man was trying to mess with his head. That was when the door banged open, and in walked Hayley.

"Hayley," Tyle greeted her curtly, not bothering to bow his head slightly towards her. While it was drilled into him to be courteous towards females, not that he always followed that example, Hayley was not the type of girl who would notice.

"Tyler, you are still here!" Hayley gasped in surprise as they continued to stare at each other. The two wolves stood in the little trailer for several minutes, neither side knowing what they should do.

"I'm actually on my way out," Was that the best he could do? Where was all the anger he felt only minutes ago? Tyler shook his head, focusing on the frown that appeared on her face. Good.

"That might be for the best," Hayley admitted quietly, "you and the hybrid are hardly able to get along."

Tyler snorted, "that's an understatement."

Hayley cracked a smile, "I don't want you to go, but it doesn't change the fact that if I want to help the Crescent Clan get free of this curse. The Mikaelson's are my best chance."

Tyler felt his rage spark, "you are letting them help you? After everything you know they are capable of?"

"They weren't the ones who placed the curse on them; it was the vampire Marcel," Hayley said hotly. "They are my family, Tyler. I will take all the help I can get!"

"The pack was your family too. Look what you did to them," Tyler snapped.

Hayley had the decency to wince. "Tyler I…"

"What? You're sorry? That you wish you never met that professor? What, Hayley?"

"I never wanted to hurt you," She said, wincing internally how lame that sounded.

"Where have I heard that before?"

"Tyler, knock it off. I apologized. I get it. I screwed up, okay? I should have told you," Hayley's voice turned from sorrowful to angry within seconds. Tyler felt his inner wolf growl lowly. It was the way of wolves; they were quick to anger.

"You killed twelve of your own," Tyler growled.

"To find my family. If your mother were in danger, you would have done the same" Hayley's target hit home.

Tyler knew that if he had to kill others to protect his family, especially his mother, he would do it. The hybrid looked away, roughly grabbing onto his duffle, "maybe you're right, but Hals, I can't forgive you for this."

Hayley looked at him with big brown sad eyes, but underneath the sadness was a sense of resignment. "Do you know where you are going to go?"

"Now that Klaus is here in New Orleans, I might go at least visit my mother and Matt," Tyler shrugged.

"You'll be safe?" Hayley found herself asking. It was because of her that he lost a massive part of who he was. Her reasonings weren't important; Hayley could not regret doing what she did to try to find her family. However, it didn't stop her from feeling horrible that it meant she had to betray Tyler.

XX

"It all started with my parent's deaths," Elena sighed out at the end of her weekly counseling sessions with Camille. The brunette liked the spunky blonde reminded her a lot of Caroline. With the end of the summer and start of her first semester at college had forced the young Gilbert to attend weekly therapy sessions for the past three weeks.

This had been her third session, and Elena was beginning to see why Stefan was so insistent that she keep going. Damon would roll his eyes, but Elena could see his icy eyes soften at the way she talked about her sessions.

"In an earlier session, you mentioned death followed you. Your parents were your first experience with death, correct?"

Tears welled up in her eyes, "Yes."

"Can you tell me what emotions are brought up when you recall this event?"

"Well, there is grief" Elena bit her lip, "I feel sadness, anger, and guilt."

"Let's focus on one of those emotions today; tell me, what do you feel guilty about?"

"That I survived the accident." That was the easiest part of the answer; Elena slumped against the couch.

"That's perfectly natural. Do you feel guilty when you feel happy?"

Elena looked thoughtful. "I know my parents would want me to be happy, but I can't help but feel like I shouldn't be."

"Is there a memory that is brought up when you say that?" Camille questioned softly, pressing her pen to her notepad.

"It's just that when I'm happy, something always comes up to destroy it. My parents die, and I find Stefan…"

"Stefan is your ex-boyfriend correct?"

"Yes, we dated for a while, but his brother came to town, and he wasn't a very good person at first. He used my friend, Caroline."

"Did he hurt her? Physically?"

"Yes, but I didn't do much… I tried to keep her away from him, but she's stubborn" Elena struggled to get the words out. She could hardly say all she did was give Caroline a necklace to stop Damon from feeding on her.

"It sounds like you were trying to be a good friend."

"I could have done more, perhaps gone to her mother," Elena sighed, "but then she'd never had forgiven me."

"You two had not been close since your parents died. You said you pulled away from everything," Camille noted, sneaking a peek back at her notes.

"That's correct. I was just getting to start living my life again. Luckily Caroline and Damon were short-lived but then soon after, my friend Matt's sister disappeared."

"Then your friend Bonnie's grandmother, Sheila."

"Yes, and months later, my Aunt Jenna."

Camille put her pen down, "that is a lot of death in a short amount of time. Did it end soon after?"

"No… my Aunt's boyfriend, he was family to me also died," Elena whispered. She shivered when a warm hand was placed on top of hers.

"Elena, I need you to listen to me," Camille ordered. The therapist waited until Elena looked her in the eye before continuing. "None of this is your fault. Sometimes horrible things happen to good people. Can you do your best to remember that for me?"

Elena nodded, "I guess."

"No. Let's try that again. You will work to remember that whenever a negative thought about the death of those close to you pops up, you will tell that thought it was not your fault."

"I'll tell the thought that it was not my fault."

Camille smiled, "Good. Now our time is up. We will continue this next time."

Elena smiled, getting up, hugging the older woman before allowing the blonde to walk her out. Once Camille had safely walked Elena towards her escort, her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Camille."

"Klaus," Camille raised a brow, "how did you get my number? I don't remember giving it to you."

"You gave it to me. Don't you remember?" Klaus's voice was smooth as butter. Camille felt memories start to come back to her, particularly the memory of the blonde man asking for her cell and to give him a ring on updates on Elena Gilbert.

"I can't give you updates on Miss. Gilbert. Therapist-Patient confidentiality."

His voice chuckled, "you say that every time. This is important. I need you to call your beloved Uncle to ask him about vampires and his role in New Orleans."

"Vampires? Klaus, what are you going on about?"

"Do it, and when you have your answers, I want you to ask Elena what she knows. I think you shall find it very interesting" without further comment, the man hung up.