AU-ish/AH-ish Jeremy Gilbert is in for one, shocking surprise when his entire life is about to be turned upside down. Turns out, he's not who he's always thought he was: He's a Mikaelson! And that's just the beginning of the story. Jyler. Ft. Klaroline. Delena.

Hello, my lovely readers. This is my first attempt at writing Jyler as a request. I hope you like this little AU-ish-Ah-ish-ness. On with the show...

Jeremy Mikaelson... What? Part I

Ringing sounded next to Jeremy Gilbert and his eyes squeezed shut, brow furrowing. He'd had another, terrible night. The dream. It had recurred, over, and over again, as if he were being haunted. He shifted to his right side and slammed an open palm atop his blaring alarm clock. Falling onto his back, he groaned. Images flooded his mind from the half-forgotten dream. A woman. She ran ahead of him through woods. Her dark hair flowed behind her. Jeremy. He pursued her. Then she was gone. Just Jeremy and the trees, a low howl; then the wolf stalked forward. Its muzzle low, its eyes studied Jeremy who always stumbled backward, falling, unsure what to do. Suddenly, he would wake up.

Last night, Jeremy did not dream of the woman, nor the wolf. However, these two had given him enough sleepless nights that he would need a month-hell, maybe a year to recover. Why he'd been dreaming of them, or what they represented, if anything, Jeremy had no idea. He just wished they would leave him the hell alone.

Body rising into a sitting position, he glanced at his window. Sunny. Cloudless. A good day to go for a run, to take his mind off things. With a nod, he ran his hand through his long-ish locks and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Time to dress and face the day.

~0~

By the time Jeremy was ready to deal with other people, he found that he was not alone in the house. He could hear his sister, Elena Gilbert,'s voice coming from the kitchen as he headed downstairs. She became hushed all of the sudden.

Soon, Jeremy found out why the conversation had died the instant his footsteps neared. Two reasons, actually. Frowning, he took in the sight of Damon and Stefan Salvatore. Jeremy was still not pro-Damon after the vamp played a game of Snap the Neck with Jer. As for Stefan...Jeremy just felt that Elena needed to be with someone more...human...less likely to eat her one day.

"Lil' Gilbert." Damon greeted Jeremy with a quick smirk. Icy blue eyes trailing back to Elena, Damon made it obvious who his main priority was.

"Good morning, Jeremy." Stefan gripped the back of Elena's chair. Again, Jeremy could think of five human guys Elena should take a chance on. Not that she would listen. She was too busy trying to avoid her feelings for Damon.

Elena got up. "Thanks for coming by." She turned to stare at Stefan, ignoring Damon. Classic move when you're trying to pretend to not give a damn about someone.

"Um. No." Damon shook his head. He folded his arms over his chest and planted his feet on the wooden floor. "The conversation isn't over, E-len-a."

"It is for me!" Elena's wide brown eyes bored back into Damon's.

Oh good. What Jeremy really wanted was to be in the middle of one of their I'm famous fights, and all before breakfast. Fun. Not. He was out of there.

Before Jeremy could tell his sister he was headed out; Damon did a typical Damon thing to do. He marched over to stand in front of Elena. Staring down at her, he said: "This is not the best time to not listen to me," all of his words came between his clenched teeth. Yup. Something was up.

Stefan moved to place a hand on Damon's arm. "I think we should leave Elena and Jeremy alone. For now."

Shrugging Stefan off, Damon strode to the door and jerked it open. Sighing, Stefan hugged Elena who kept staring at the open doorframe. "Call you later." Then Stefan left them alone.

Elena groaned and walked over to the fridge. "You hungry, Jer?" She opened the door. "We have...nothing to eat." Shoving the door closed, she turned to him with that forced smile she'd worn since they buried their parents. "Looks like Jenna forgot to buy groceries."

"Where is Jenna?" Jeremy asked.

"Ric's. I think." Elena pulled out her cell and glanced at the screen. "I think we can afford something from The Grill."

"Can't." Eyes moving to Jeremy, Elena's brows rose. "Going for a jog. Need to clear my mind." Hooking a thumb at the door; Jeremy edged his way in that direction.

"Okay..." Do you want me to pick something up for you?" Elena tucked her phone back into her pocket.

Jeremy nodded. "Thanks. Be back before you." Not waiting for an answer, he opened the door and made his way out.

The fresh air and sunshine felt good to Jeremy. He inhaled deeply before taking off. He intended on doing what he said. Run. Get home. Get breakfast with his sister. Take a nice, long shower, and then sit down with his sketch pad. Maybe if he recreated these images in his head, on paper, he could work through what they symbolized for him. Man, he sounded like his English teacher. Trying to find meaning in the random. Stupid.

Going down a familiar trail of residential houses, Jeremy began to get that feeling you did when someone is watching you. He refused to be afraid. He had friends who were witches, wolves, vampires. He would not be worried about some stranger getting a little too close. Unless that stranger happened to have teeth meant to tear him apart.

Making a decision, Jeremy turned a corner. He'd be damned if he'd live his life running from everything that went bump in the night. Or in this case, the golden sunshine, with far too many humans who might see something out of place.

Jeremy readied himself for a fight. This would not be like his dreams. He would not allow whoever this was to make him fall and try to escape. Nope. He had a sister to protect. And if this idiot thought Jeremy was a way to Elena; they were dead wrong...

The pursuer turned the corner and Jeremy caught them by the collar of his jacket, flinging him to the side, and right into Mr. Anderson's prized rose bushes. The only unfortunate part of Jeremy's plan was that the other person's fingers reached out and entangled in Jeremy's shirt. They went down, together.

With a groan, Jeremy felt the sting of his flesh tearing as the thorns delivered dozens of tiny rips to his bare skin. They already stung before the person under him flipped him out of the bush and onto the lawn.

Straddling Jeremy, the other person pulled down his hood. "I thought it was my job to tackle people!" Laughing, Tyler Lockwood shook his head at Jeremy.

Angry, Jeremy knocked Tyler off of him. "What is wrong with you?" he demanded.

"Me?" Tyler was still panting as he leaned forward, one palm on the grass, the other on his knee. "From my side of things, it's you who's got a problem. I was just trying to say: 'Hello.'"

Jeremy stared at Tyler who cocked his head to the side, examining the younger man. "Yeah? When you want to say: 'Hello.' You don't stalk people!"

With a slow shake of his head, Tyler got to his feet. "Fine. You don't want my company. I'm gone."

"Tyler, wait..." Jeremy moved to stand up and Tyler grabbed Jeremy's hand, pulling Jeremy to his feet with inhuman strength. They stated at each other for a long moment before Tyler wiped a spot of blood off Jeremy's cheek.

"You should go home. Get cleaned up."

"Yeah? Why don't you come with me? Lena's out. Getting us something to eat."

Tension had begun to build. Carol Lockwood would drop over from a coronary if she knew about Tyler's feelings. Good thing she didn't have a clue.

"Yeah?" Tyler ran a thumb over his bottom lip. "Race you..." He took off, in the direction of the Gilberts' house and Jeremy gave chase.

Minutes later, Jeremy unlocked the door. He ran up the stairs and into his room. Turning, he watched Tyler come in and kick the door closed. Heart pounding in his chest, Jeremy jerked his shirt off. Tyler's shorts went flying along with his sneakers before he crossed the room and shoved Jeremy down. This was one of the only times Jeremy could stop thinking about his dreams...

~0~

Panting, Tyler fell on his back and Jeremy found himself smiling as he lay next to the other boy. Elena was still not home. They had time for a quick shower. Then Tyler could return to his life in which no one knew the real him. Jeremy could sympathize; sometimes he felt like a stranger to himself.

"Any more dreams about that wolf of yours?" Tyler asked, rolling onto his elbow and staring at Jeremy, hand going down to run over Jeremy's abs.

Head shaking, Jeremy turned it to look at Tyler. "Not last night."

Tyler leaned over Jeremy with a smile. "Good. I was getting kind of jealous. Wouldn't want to think there's some other wolf chasing you..."

Eyes closing, Jeremy felt the sweet pressure of Ty's lips on his own. Pulling back, Tyler watched Jeremy as Jeremy frowned. "It's not like that. The dream. He's not-"

"He?" Now, Tyler looked serious. "You never said: 'He' before—"

"Hey!" Jeremy sat up as Tyler shifted to get off the bed. "Can you let me finish!" Jeremy knew Tyler could be jealous. Wolves got that way, but they never had a fight about another guy before. They shouldn't be having one now. "He's not interested in me, like that-"

"Gee, you know that 'cause you speak wolf? Or because he didn't try to hump your leg?" Sneering, Tyler grabbed his clothes.

"Because he's stopping from going after her!" Jeremy shouted. He'd never mentioned the woman. He didn't want to get into some deep conversation about his sexuality.

"HER!" And there it was. The jealousy, for another reason. "Jeremy, what the hell, man? Why did you hide that?"

Jeremy ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't want you to think..."

"Think what?" Tyler's brows came together. "That you changed your mind? You want some chick?"

Groaning, Jer shook his head. "I'm not chasing her because I want her. It's like the wolf... I need to talk to her. To see her. To meet her. Then he comes along. It's like he's guarding her. Like I'm a threat."

"Or maybe she is." Softening, Tyler moved to stand in front of Jeremy. "Let's go get cleaned up, before Elena shows. You can tell me about this mystery woman. And I'll try not to be such a dick about it. Huh?"

"Sounds good," Jeremy muttered as Tyler stroked his cheek.

~0~

They had less than ten minutes to get cleaned up before Jeremy stepped out of the shower and heard footsteps in the hallway. "Jer, I'm back!" Elena called out.

Running over to his door, Jeremy popped his head out. "Cool. I just got a shower. I'll be down in a minute." He turned to find Tyler scooping up his clothed and throwing Jeremy's window open.

Jeremy walked over to watch the naked teen wolf drop to the grass. With a grin, he shut his window and dressed. Going downstairs, he heard the doorbell ring. Elena went over to answer it. "Hi, Tyler."

"Hey, Lena." Tyler did not look at Jeremy as Jeremy stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"Want to come in? Jer and I are about to eat breakfast. I got enough for three. But Jenna's still out." Elena hooked a thumb in the direction of the kitchen.

"I'm starved." Tyler came in and shut the door with his foot. He shot Jeremy a smile as they headed towards the kitchen table. Taking a seat, Jeremy accepted a glass of orange juice from his sister as she set down plates for everyone. "Anything interesting happen lately?" Tyler asked around a mouthful of bacon.

Eyes going to his sister, Jeremy fell back in his seat. "The Salvatores were here this morning. Lena got all quiet. Pretty much means we're all in deep danger!"

Elena rolled her eyes and thrust a pancake on top of Jeremy's plate. "Yes. And the danger for the day would be my little brother's sarcasm!"

Tyler laughed. After a moment he said: "It's just the usual. Mystery vamp wants something which we will not be giving them. Stefan will figure it out."

"And Damon." Reaching out for the syrup, Jeremy caught Elena giving him a dark look. He stared back. Neither sibling spoke. Why couldn't relationships be simple? He refused to look at Tyler and quickly dismissed the thought.

~0~

Pacing the hotel floor, Klaus Mikaelson worked very hard not to lose his patience. However, he had invested hundreds of years in his pursuit. With said pursuit just within reach, he could not help himself. He wanted her, now!

Klaus knelt beside Greta whose eyes remained closed. He examined the witch with a deep frown. She had been more than willing to become his witch. Of course, he had been persuasive and charming. And she had melted, as many before her. The young witch also did not seem to be aware of what her final reward would be if he did not get that which he sought...

Greta continued to breathe slowly. Not able to help himself, Klaus placed a hand on her shoulder. It should be easy to slip into her unconscious state while she was so deep in her little trance.

Eyes closing, Klaus found himself inside a kitchen. He looked forward and saw the back of a short brunette. His lips twisted into a slow smirk. Yes! Greta had found his girl. The doppelganger. She did exist.

About to open his eyes, Klaus found himself distracted by the boy at his doppelganger's side. He splashed soapy water at the girl who let out a laugh and turned the hose on him. He picked up a plate to shield himself.

Narrowing his eyes, Klaus stepped closer to the boy. This was not possible. It could not be. But it was. He had her hair. Her eyes. Her smile. Impossible. But...

Suddenly, Klaus found himself outside of the trance. Greta looked at him. "I've found her. You saw her, too." The witch was seeking his approval. And ordinarily he would give it to her. This was not an ordinary time.

"Klaus, are you alright?" Hand going to cup Klaus' cheek, Greta moved closer when Klaus stood up. He stalked over to the window, to stare outward at the completely unaware people of Montreal.

"Klaus—"

"Leave me. I need to think." Klaus could almost feel Greta's disappointment. He would need to smooth things over with her. Another time. Right now, Klaus needed time to think. He could feel a warm hand on his cheek. Eyes wide, he looked into the window's glass, and there she was: Obina. Her dark eyes were still full of fire. Her lips pursed, as if in thought, or ready to emit a laugh. He turned to find her running off.

"Don't leave me, love!" But the words choked in his constricted throat while the specter of his long-dead lover passed through the closed door. She was gone, but never forgotten. And, now. He wondered if she had left some part of herself behind...

~0~

Walking amongst the citizens of Mystic Falls, Klaus could not help but feel somewhat amused. If only they knew the kind of danger he represented; they would not be so calm. However, he did not feel like making a scene. At least not today.

On his way through what they referred to as the Town Square; Klaus spotted a sight he had not expected when he arrived. His brother. Elijah. And a young woman. A human. Interesting. But not enough for Klaus to make them aware of his presence. No, he had matters to conclude. Then he would find what brought his brother here.

Klaus entered the closest establishment. The smell of beer and hamburgers assaulted his nostrils. The small-town noises of people enjoying themselves on a Saturday night filled his ears. His eyes drifted over the patrons of the bar. No one of interest. Certainly not his doppelganger, nor the boy.

About to continue on his way, Klaus' eyes stopped on a young blonde. She stood by the pool table. The smile on her face made Klaus stop dead in his tracks. Her blue eyes sparkled as she bent over to take a shot. She narrowed her eyes, but she did not have to, and she hesitated a fraction of an instant, as to not use too much strength when pushing the pool cue forward. A baby vamp.

Now that was interesting. Klaus filed it away under things to learn. Then the chap with the baby vamp turned and Klaus felt his luck turning. Stefan Salvatore. His old mate. How ironic. Stefan laughed as the baby vamp said: "Pay up, Salvatore!" She held up a hand and waited while Stefan removed a bill and slapped it into her palm. Very interesting indeed...

Klaus decided to catch up with them at another time. He'd come here seeking information. His eyes roamed the bar. Then he spotted a young man in the bar's uniform He headed to the back of the bar. Following him, Klaus pushed the door to the men's room open. "Excuse me, mate," Klaus called.

"Sorry, man. But I'm a little busy here." The boy, whose name tag read Matt, continued on his way when Klaus sped over to grab the boy by the shoulder.

"You can hold it. Right now, I need a bit of information about some lovely people in your quaint, little town." Smiling, Klaus was about to say what he needed as he stared deeply into the boy's eyes, but the boy jerked under his grip, fear making him sweat.

"Get off of me!" The boy cried out. This would do them no good. Soon the baby vamp and Stefan would hear, and who knew whether or not they would interfere on the human's behalf.

While Klaus did not fear a fight with the two younger vamps; he did not relish possible exposure. And how was this boy able to overcome Klaus' compulsion?

Before Klaus could work through that quandary, a voice came from behind Klaus: "Let him go!"

"Elijah, how good of you to join us. My new friend, Mathew, and I were about to have a discussion." Matt tried to escape when Klaus turned his head. Hand going out, Klaus shoved Matt into the wall behind the boy, rendering him unconscious. "I suppose it can wait."

Shaking his head, Elijah looked disapproving, but helped Klaus pick the boy up to take him out the back entrance. It felt like old times...

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Be safe,

-J