Pairing: Finn/Elijah (M/M) magic brush

Prompt for chanella (AO3) of illness

New original character developed by Jazmine F. ( )

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Mikaelson Mansion

Back Yard

Afternoon

Earlier

"Sit, doggy" Julian said. The large German Shepherd panted and sat obediently while Indy clapped.

Sage was impressed, "Julian, don't you think he needs a name?"

Julian cocked his head.

"He was called Andrei, by the others," Julian confided. "That's a nice name, don't you think, Auntie Sage?"

"I think it's lovely," Sage smiled, kneeling by the children and dogs. "What about your dog, Indy? Any ideas?"

Indy bit her lip and looked at Julian questioningly.

"Ioana is what they called her," Julian responded after a moment.

"I like it," Indy spoke up, petting her collie mix on the head. Her dog was black and white with patches of brown fur.

"Her fur is longer, we'll have to brush her," Sage said thoughtfully.

"They didn't like it with the others. They had to guard all the time and were kept hungry," Julian reported. "They like it here better."

"Well, they have had a nice bath and a big meal. Now, let's let them run and play," Sage suggested. "I bet they would like to play catch."

"We like to play catch, too," Indy exclaimed.

Sage saw Finn come out of the kitchen door and handed the frisbee to the children, walking to him.

"I don't think that dog house will be necessary, my love," Sage said wryly.

Finn speculated, "I agree. We best stick with building a tree house. The children won't be separated from their new pets for but a moment."

"That is clear. Elijah will just have to get used to the idea," Sage mused. "I think Julian and Indy feel safer around them. Did you have your talk with Elijah?"

Finn shook his head.

"Not yet," Finn mentioned, watching the children frolic happily with their dogs. "He knows damn well that he had no business keeping Stefan chained up. I don't know where he got the notion."

"Probably from your other brother, Niklaus," Sage intoned without judgment.

"True," Finn said gruffly. "Well, if you don't mind keeping an eye on the children, I'll take care of that now. I supposed I need to get that spelled hairbrush or I'm just wasting my time."
Sage grimaced, "Must you really do that? I mean...I shouldn't interfere. It just seems odd."
Finn put a hand on Sage's shoulders and pulled his red-haired girlfriend to him.

"I know the old ways seem harsh now," Finn admitted. "But if I had taken my role as the eldest more seriously, things would have been much different. I know Elijah. He holds everything in. The guilt will start to eat him up inside. He needs a thrashing or he'll end up punishing himself. It's truly a kindness."

Sage hugged him hard and then turned to watch the children.

"You do what you need to. I'll keep them all occupied," Sage acknowledged.

"Thank you, my love," Finn said. Then, he went to get the brush.

Damon's Room

Damon groaned and held his stomach. It rumbled and he let out a groan before running to the bathroom to vomit. He had woken up feeling ill, but only had blood and coffee for breakfast. Could hybrids even fall ill? He hadn't been ill like this since he went on a days long drinking bender for his last birthday and that had been in June.

Enzo knocked, and then came in.

"Damon, I've been waiting for you in the garage," Enzo called. "I offered to help you, not do it all my bloody self!"

"Enzo," Damon moaned. "I think I'm sick!"

Enzo came in the bathroom and found Damon hovering over the toilet.

"Did you drink a crate of absinthe again?" Enzo inquired, surveying the scene.

"I should have never told you about that," Damon croaked. "Get me some water."

Enzo handed Damon a towel and vamped away. He found Klaus in his bedroom.

"I think Damon is ill. I'm going to fetch him some water, but he's in his loo," Enzo shared.

"Sick? That's impossible," Klaus replied. "I hope those damn Travelers didn't pull another of their tricks!"

"He's vomiting blood," Enzo said.

"Get some water. I'll see to him," Klaus said anxiously.

Elijah's Quarters

Afternoon

Finn had stood Elijah in the corner to think while he spoke to Sage and checked on the children.

Finn came back in and found his brother standing rigidly in the same spot.

"You can come out now. The children are playing. I hope you had some time to reflect," Finn started.

Elijah nodded, "Yes, Brother. I know I was wrong...I simply acted impulsively...I thought Stefan may harm himself in the heat of the moment."

Finn replied, "That may have been the case, but that was not your decision to make. Had you ever known Stefan to make terrible decisions or act erratically?"

"Only when he was under Niklaus' influence and his humanity was off. But Finn, he is a ripper! I feared that the blood would inflame him...I suppose I just didn't want to deal with it," Elijah expounded.

"Have you made any attempt to speak with Stefan about this?" Finn pressed knowingly.
Elijah faltered, "I-I meant to. I just did not have the words to explain. I shall tonight."

"Yes, you shall," Finn said, producing the hairbrush.

Elijah flinched, "Finn, surely placing me in the corner was humiliation enough!"

"I think not. You are experienced in dishing out discipline, now it is your turn to receive it. Remove your breeches," Finn said evenly.

Elijah recoiled, "Come on, Brother. I need not be beaten to know that I have made a mistake. I'll make it up to Stefan. Surely, you can let this go."

"I cannot," Finn countered. "Admit it, Elijah. There have been many times in the past where you wished I would step up. I recall several times at the castle of the Count de Martel where our siblings...misbehaved and you goaded me to discipline them. Instead, I turned my back. Even in Spain, when Kol was burning down monasteries and terrorizing villages with his antics, I could not be bothered. I saw you stepping up and the tool it took. Now, I am here and whole. I see now what you need from me. Now, remove your trousers or I shall do it for you."

Elijah held the truth in his words. It had been hard for him to try to hold them together by himself. He had wished for Finn to step into his role as the eldest, yet he never had. Until now.

Elijah removed his jacket and then unbuckled his belt. He slipped off his slacks and folded them neatly over a chair.

Finn pulled out his wooden, armless desk chair to the middle of the floor and sat down, tapping the hairbrush lightly on his knee.

"That tis fine," Finn said. "Now, over my lap."

"Finn!" Elijah hissed. "Now, at least allow me some dignity. Please."

"Are you done fussing? I am going to add another minute over my lap with each complaint. I will start over your underpants, but those will come down now if you insist on being defiant," Finn warned sternly.

Elijah exhaled and closed his eyes, wishing to be anywhere else.

"But the children...I should check. What if the dogs go rogue?" Elijah asked anxiously.

Finn chuckled, "The dogs are tame and Sage will not let them come to harm. Julian has control over the animals, you said that yourself. It is you that you need be concerned with. You just earned another full minute over my knee. I would hate to see you have to sit on a cushion at supper!"

Elijah frowned and stepped forward, nearer to Finn. He felt silly in his shirtsleeves and briefs, but realized that he was making things worse.
"Alright," Elijah complied. "I dished it out, now I suppose I have to take my medicine...but I don't like it."

Finn agreed, "If you did, then it would not be much of a punishment. Mother used to say that when she walloped us soundly. Remember?"

Elijah stepped closer and stood awkwardly, "Yes, I recall. You hardly got a thrashing, aside from a time or two."

"Oh, I got plenty. All well-deserved. Though I admit that I also got out of several due to my lying and cowardice," Finn stated. "And I have to live with that. I won't condemn you to that same fate. Now, over my knees."

Elijah sighed and placed himself over Finn's hard thighs. He braced his hands on the floor and was horrified when Finn raised his right knee on the rung to lift Elijah even more. His feet lifted and Elijah could see past Finn's legs, his own feet. Blood rushed to his head as he felt the stout flat back of the brush patting the seat of his cotton briefs.

Tap. Tap.

"Finn...If I may," Elijah began to plead.

Whap!

"You may not," Finn stated, bringing the magical hair brush down again on Elijah's taut right cheek. Whap!

Finn then paddled Elijah's left cheek twice firmly. Whap! Whap!

"But...!" Elijah tried.

"That's two more minutes you earned with your whinging. You are going to be learning to think before you act with such impunity," Finn warned, now spanking in a random pattern.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Elijah gasped and raised up his head and legs. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

As the magic in the brush started to delay his healing, Elijah found himself kicking more and letting out startled "owws" and "ahhhs."

"I suppose your underpants did not do the misbehaving, did they?" Finn pressed, gathering up the material to bare Elijah's cheeks. He used his elbow to hold his brother down as he griped the material to hold Elijah's squirming behind in place.

Crack! Crack!

The fresh spanks on his bare cheeks with the flat side of the wooden brush shocked Elijah. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Argggghhhhh. D-Damn!" Elijah cursed, his feet bicycling now more freely.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Finn was concentrating the smacks on the center of each bared cheek, reddening them considerably. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Owwwwww," Elijah wailed, tears starting to prick his eyes.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

"You have needed a sound spanking for a while," Finn noted. "And you are getting it!"

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Nooooooo! F-Finnn, it b-burns," Elijah sniffed, holding in his emotions.

"How would you feel if someone prevented you from coming to one of our sides in a battle?" Finn lectured, spanking firmly and evenly.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Elijah broke into soft sobs, tears dripping on the carpet. He pounded his fists and tried to throw a hand back, but he needed to keep his face from the floor.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Elijah felt like a small boy. And with his underpants tucked into his behind and Finn tightening his grip, he could not wiggle or turn. He was pinned.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Finn lowered the smacked to Elijah's crease area and then sit spots. When Elijah tried to kick up his feet, Finn paddled his thighs sharply.

"Feet down. You can kick by you are not stopping your spanking until we are through," Finn said. "We would have been done but I think three more minutes were earned."

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Noooooo," Elijah wailed, now crying openly. He could not believe how badly his behind was burning. He couldn't take it and pounded the floor and thrashed his feet.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Finn paddled all over and eyed the wall clock. Another minute.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

There was a pounding on the door and then Klaus burst in.

"What the devil?" He said, viewing Elijah getting a sound spanking. "Come quickly. Damon is sick..."

Finn finished the spanking as Elijah's bottom was a crimson color all around as well as his upper thighs. It had to sting something awful.

"What? Sick. We're almost done here," Finn said. He replaced Elijah's underpants carefully and stood him up slowly. "Go, I'll be there in a moment."

Klaus looked at Elijah, rubbing his backside with one hand and his face with the other and shut the door.

"How is t-that p-possible?" Elijah winced, his backside throbbing and feeling hot in his now tight briefs.

"I know not," Finn admitted, putting the brush in his jacket.

"Now, are you going to start respecting others' free will?" Finn pressed.

"Y-Yes, B-Brother," Elijah sniffled, trying to stop his tears.

"Good. Because if you don't, the next time, you are getting paddled and then switched. I love you, little brother," Finn said roughly. "I always have."

"Love you, brĂ³dir," Elijah whispered, in Old Norse.

Finn hugged him, pulling his head to his chest.

"You get yourself together a minute. I'll see to Niklaus," Finn said with emotion.

Damon's Bedroom

Late Afternoon

Klaus had carried Damon into the huge bed and covered him up. He was sweating, but shivering with chills. He was sleeping restlessly now.

Finn came in and was alarmed at his pallor.

"What do you think it is?" Finn asked in a hush.

"He drank some of that blood from the coolers," Klaus shared. "Enzo used the rest of it to lure the camp vampires out. I wonder if it was somehow affected by the magic? I really don't know."

Finn wrung his hands, "Or it spoiled?"

"Kol was to put it in the garage freezer after it was delivered," Klaus mentioned. "If he left it out, I'm going to take off his hide."
Finn put a reassuring hand on Klaus, saying, "Nay, you will not. Let me speak to him. Let us not rush to judgment hastily."

Klaus nodded and then asked carefully, "Is-Is Elijah alright?"
"Aye, he'll feel that for a bit but I'm sure his apology to Stefan will now be quite sincere," Finn said with authority. He turned to his nephew. "See to your son. I'm going to see if Sage has ever seen this before."

"Good thinking," Klaus said, going back over to Damon's bed. "Son, just rest."
Klaus swept back Damon's inky black hair and kissed his forehead. He was alarmed to find his head hot. Vampires didn't get fevers.

Damon writhed and opened his eyes.

"Something is wrong. Call Wes," Damon croaked.

Klaus patted him and dialed.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Mystic Falls High School

After School

"This is why I need my damn car! I knew you guys were going to make us miss the bus!" Stefan fumed.

Kol, Stefan, and Aaron had looked for Rebekah only to find that she and April were trying to join the cheerleading team. Rebekah had taken the time to make a cutting gesture across her neck and sneer at Kol.

"What's that about?" Stefan asked.

"Nothing. I hope you asked before you just took it upon yourself to stay!" Kol called out to his sister. He felt bad about earlier, but she shouldn't have fed off of Matt. The Originals could go longer without blood due to their age, but they still felt the hunger.

"I did, luv," Rebekah smirked. "Nik is going to pick me up later. He'll chat with you at home."

Rebekah had earlier to ask permission earlier in the morning before Kol had taken that awful brush to her still sore cheeks. Kol didn't need to know that, though. Let him stew, she thought wickedly.

Aaron shrugged, "We can just wait for Wes to be done. He said he has some work to do. Better than waiting here for another ride."

"Yeah, whatever," Stefan said, trekking to the science wing of the school.

The three Mystic Falls students passed the throngs of other kids streaming out unhappily.

"He'll probably put us to work," Kol complained.

"Yeah," Aaron confirmed. "He's been good at that lately."

"What do you mean, Aaron?" Stefan asked curiously. He knew the two hadn't been getting along, but hadn't really had time to pay attention.

"For starters, Wes has been nagging me like non-stop since we moved in. We never really lived together cause I've always gone to boarding schools...He actually told me that I had to paint that little closet that is not my bedroom if I didn't want to live in a mauve room! Do you believe that? I don't know what to do. Am I a maid now?" Aaron scoffed.

"Um, mate, we can help you," Kol said. "I don't think it's that bloody hard. What do you think Stefan?"

"Huh?" Stefan said, distracted. A petite teen with curly black hair with neon pink streaks was carrying a box into Wes' new classroom. She had black goth clothes replete with chains and silver spikes. "Who's that?"

Kol looked puzzled and Aaron blushed.

"Whoa, she looks freaky," Aaron remarked. "But hot."

"Don't know," Stefan replied. Then, he smiled at Aaron. "Go for it. She looks your age."

Aaron's neck and face burned.

"Not my usual type," Aaron said, forgetting about the pink room he had to reside in.

Wes came out in his white lab coat.

"Hey there. You guys here to help? The old teacher left about forty years worth of junk. Those boxes go to the dumpster," Wes said pointing at a pile of junk.

"We missed the bus," Stefan explained. "Can you give us a lift?"

"Sure," Wes said brightly. "Where's Rebekah?"

"Cheerleading," Kol said. "Um, she didn't happen to stop by here, did she?"

Wes was puzzled, "No, haven't seen her...Why?"

"No reason," Kol said, casually. "I'll get these boxes. Stefan, give me a hand?"
"Sure," Stefan said, following him. They were careful not to take too much. After all, they had to appear to be human.

"Oh, Vanessa, this is my ward that I was telling you about, Aaron," Wes introduced. "Aaron, this is Miss Singerman. She's new in town. Her dad is a deputy sheriff."

Aaron's voice cracked as he said, "Hey, what's up?"

The girl grinned and extended a slim hand with black peeling nails.

"Hey, I go by Nessie. Are you a freshman?" Nessie asked, as Aaron limply shook her hand.

"Yes," Aaron said, clearing his throat. "Are you in detention or something?"

Nessie laughed, "No, I joined the science club and some of the kids offered to help Dr. Maxfield. They all seem to have forgotten though...So it's just me and I guess, you."

"Yes, I love to help Wes," Aaron joked. "Right, Wes?"

"That's Dr. M. while we're at school, mister," Wes quipped. "Now, why don't you two wash those beakers. Be careful though, they are fragile."

Aaron rolled his eyes.

"I think we can handle it," Aaron griped. But as soon as he grabbed some, two slipped out and crashed to the floor shattering.

"Aaron," Wes chided. "I said...It's okay. I'll clean this up. You can put those books on the shelf."

Wes gave Aaron a knowing look as Nessie went to get a broom and dust pan.

"Sorry," Aaron said sheepishly.

"It was an accident. She seems like a nice girl," Wes whispered back.

"Yeah," Aaron said, his voice cracking again. He went and started to stack up the books and Nessie joined him. She handed him a heavy volume from the box.

Aaron read, "Quantitative Chemical Analysis...tenth addition. Sounds fascinating!"

"Actually, like I said, I'm kinda into this stuff," Nessie admitted. "So, is it just you and Dr. M.?"

Wes glanced back and saw that Wes was busy talking to another science teacher.

"Yeah, my parents are gone. Now, it's just the two of us. I kinda got kicked out of my last school," Aaron said quietly.

"Oh," Nessie said in surprise. "You don't seem like a delinquent."

Aaron laughed, "I guess looks can be deceiving. So your dad is a cop?"

"Yup. Fun, huh? My little sister thinks that's so cool, but he's super overprotective and strict. He makes me carry around pepper spray and learn defensive tactics like I'm a ninja or something. Kids are so dumb, but she's only six," Nessie shared.

Aaron looked at her, about to reply, when he noticed her eyes. One was blue and one was green.

Nessie noticed his attention and blurted out, "It's called heterochromia. It's occurs in one percent of the population. I guess that is why I got into science. Kids were always calling me a freak and I wanted to know more about it..."

Aaron stammered, "N-No, it's really cool. I just never met anyone who had two different colored eyes..."

Nessie's cheeks grew pink and she said, "That's not the only thing about me that is freaky. I also killed my mom."

"What?" Aaron squeaked, almost dropping the next book she handed him.

"She died giving birth to me...So I was born like a murderer, I guess," Nessie said dryly. "My little sister is actually my half-sister then her mom took off...Crap, I'm weirding you out, huh? I overshare when I get nervous."

Aaron took the next heavy book and smiled, "No, I like it. You're actually the first person in this school whose been friendly. Everyone else is already set in their friends. Maybe we could hang out sometime?"

Nessie nodded, "Sure, but get ready to be grilled by my old man. He has to meet all my friends."

"That's cool," Aaron confirmed. "Just don't tell him I got booted from like my last school!"

Nessie agreed, "Deal. Now, we better hurry up or we'll be here all night."
"That's fine. I have nothing to do except a ton of homework," Aaron quipped.

"Me either," Nessie chuckled. He really liked her smile. A lot.

Wes's phone rang. He spoke and then shut it quickly.

"Hey, we need to go now. Something is wrong with Damon," Wes said pointedly, looking at Nessie. "Nessie, do you have a ride home?"

"Ah, I'm close enough to walk, but I can finish up here," Nessie said politely.

"No, I think you need to go home. We can give you a ride, but we need to go now," Wes said firmly.

"Ah, my dad wouldn't like that," Nessie said. "But I'll see you tomorrow."
"Thanks for all of your help. I look forward to a great semester," Wes responded. After she left, he gathered up his school papers. "Guys, we need to go now. Something is wrong with Damon."

"Again?" Kol breathed.

"He's sick," Wes said.

Stefan froze, "Sick? That's ridiculous."

"Agree." Kol let out a short laugh, "It's called a hangover."

"No, he has some kind of a fever," Wes said. "I need to get a blood sample. Aaron, gave that microscope and those slides...Dammit, I need my real lab, but there is no time."
Aaron got the supplies Wes pointed out and Kol took the box. None of them had ever heard of a sick vampire before.