It was hours before Elijah made it back downstairs to speak with his siblings. He'd sat with Elena and watched her sleep, partly because he wanted to ensure there were no effects to what she had just done, and partly because he had not seen his daughter in several days and it was hard to leave her side.

Elijah made his way downstairs and to the living room, where his siblings were all seated. The young woman he'd seen from before was also there. He addressed her first. "Who are you?"

"Greta Martin," Greta told him.

Elijah nodded as he recognized the name. "You're Jonas' daughter. He believed you were being held here against your will."

"He was wrong. Is he dead?" Greta asked. She was fairly certain her father was in fact dead, but she needed to know for sure.

"Yes. I am sorry for your loss, but he tried to have my daughter killed. There was no possibility of him surviving after that," Elijah said. He had no remorse for Jonas' death, and he wouldn't pretend that he did, but he was sorry for whatever pain this young woman felt.

Greta nodded. She could respect that. Her father had gone after someone's daughter. He had made his bed when he did that. "And my brother, Luka?"

"I don't punish children for the actions of their parents. Your brother left without a scratch on him before anything happened," Elijah told her.

Greta sighed in relief. It had been Luka she'd been most concerned for. Her father made his choice, but Luka was innocent. "Thank you."

Elijah nodded. "Tell me, what was your role in my daughter's quest."

"I kept her secret, and when the time came, I helped her contain Klaus so that he couldn't stop her," Greta said.

"Why?" Elijah asked.

"Because I believed in what she was doing, and because I began to consider her a friend," Greta said.

"A friend would've stopped her," Elijah said coolly. He didn't like that this witch had allowed his daughter to do something so reckless.

"She felt bad for Klaus. I believe she saw herself in him. She wanted to help him. She had a thought-out plan that she believed would work, and it did," Greta said. She knew she might end up dead by the end of this conversation, but she wasn't going to shy away from what she did. She wouldn't cower. Whatever her fate ended up being, she had no regrets.

"Luck, Ms. Martin. That's why it worked without Elena being hurt. Luck," Elijah said.

"Elijah, we wouldn't have let anything happen to her," Kol said.

Elijah put up a hand to quiet his brother. "I will get to you soon enough. Have no doubt, brother."

Kol cringed a bit.

Elijah turned back to Greta. "If Elena had died, you would already be dead. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," Greta said.

"As it is, I have half a mind to make an example of you, but I think I've taken enough from you. I make no promises for what Niklaus might do though," Elijah said.

"I understand."

"Would you mind leaving me alone with my siblings?" Elijah asked.

Greta shook her head before walking out of the room.

Elijah turned to his three siblings, regarding them sternly. "Tell me what happened from the moment of your involvement. Leave nothing out."

Kol sighed. "Elena got Nik to remove the daggers. She told him that the spell called for power from witches of his bloodline. That wasn't exactly true. She needed us because she needed more power to survive the spell. Nik got us to agree by promising to hand over the daggers."

"That's why you did this?" Elijah asked with quite a bit of anger in his voice. He'd expected his siblings to have a little more concern for his daughter's than that. Was getting their hands on the daggers truly worth risking his child's life?

"No, Elijah. That was why Kol and Finn agreed at first. None of us knew the truth at that point. To us, Elena was just a witch powerful enough to break Nik's curse," Rebekah said.

"Well, there was obviously a point where you did become aware of the truth. When?" Elijah asked.

"When Elena showed me the incantation. I'd seen it in Mother's Grimoire before. I knew it could only be performed, or even seen, by a Mikaelson witch. I knew she had to be one of us. We confronted her and she admitted that she was yours. We told her no, brother. At least we tried to," Kol explained.

"Your child is very hard to say no to," Finn said.

"She begged us. We couldn't say no," Kol continued.

"You should've said no. I do not care how much she pleaded or begged. You should've said no! The two of you know that too much magic at once can destroy a witch. She could've died!" Elijah snapped.

"We told her that if we saw any sign that the magic was overwhelming her, we'd put a stop to it," Kol said. He doubted that was going to appease his brother, but he had to try.

"That isn't good enough! What if you'd missed the signs, or what if there were none! Elena isn't a typical witch! You have no idea what the signs would look like for her," Elijah lectured.

"Elijah, she wanted to do this," Rebekah said.

"She's seventeen, Rebekah. She cannot fully appreciate the possible consequences of her actions," Elijah said. That didn't absolve his daughter, of course. He would be having a very long talk with her, and she would face the consequences, but the three adults in front of him should've known better. "Continue. What happened next?"

"Nothing for the next few days. We were simply preparing for the spell. Then, earlier tonight, Nik came home livid. I guess he listened to some sort of message you left for him and Elena. That's how he figured it out. He immediately called it off. He told Elena that he wouldn't allow her to do it and told her to call you," Kol explained.

"Yes, as most responsible adults would. And I find it very disconcerting that out of all of you, it was Niklaus that could see how horrible this idea was. Did none of you take that as a red flag?" Elijah asked.

"Yes, we did. When Elena broke Nik's neck, we tried again to talk her out of it, but she was determined. She was afraid Nik would come to resent the two of you, and he just may have," Kol said.

"I do not care if he did. I would take his resentment over the possible loss of my child! And apparently, so would he! The three of you had no business doing this! You made a decision for my daughter that wasn't yours to make! How am I supposed to trust you with her now? You let her put her life at risk! As far as I'm concerned, I can't leave you alone with her," Elijah said.

All three of them looked down in shame at the chastisement. Deep down, they all knew their brother was right. They had done something that they knew Elijah wouldn't approve of, and that had cost them his trust.

"It is going to take each of you a very long time to regain my trust. I hope you all know that," Elijah said before leaving the room.

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When Elena woke up, her mind was much clearer. In fact, she almost wished she could go back to being obliviously high because now that her mind was clear, she knew exactly how much trouble she was in, both with her father and her uncle.

Elena vaguely remembered what happened after completing the ritual. She was brought back to the house, where her father was waiting, and she'd proceeded to spill her guts. "Oh, God. Please tell me it was a dream."

"What was?" a voice asked.

Elena looked over to see Rebekah in the doorway. "Is my dad here?"

"Oh, yes, and he's not very pleased," Rebekah said, still cringing from the confrontation Elijah had had with them.

Elena groaned. "And I suppose me running my mouth wasn't a dream either."

"I'm afraid not," Rebekah said.

"Oh, I'm so screwed," Elena said before sitting up.

"Are you feeling okay?" Rebekah asked her niece. "Other than the dread from the lecture Elijah will soon deliver.

"Yeah. I'm hungry, and still kind of tired. How long was I out?" Elena asked. She looked outside and it was dark out. Was it the middle of the night?

"Almost a full day. It's about nine now," Rebekah said.

"I guess that spell took a lot out of me. Is Uncle Nik back?" she asked.

"Not yet, which I think we can all be grateful for," Rebekah said.

"Elena, downstairs," Elijah's voice rang out.

Elena groaned, but she decided that making her father wait was not going to help her situation in the slightest, so she got up and headed downstairs. She found her father in the kitchen placing a plate down on the table. "Dad."

"Come eat. I know you must be hungry," Elijah told his daughter. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to his voice.

Elena walked over and sat down in front of her plate, which contained a sandwich and some vegetables. She didn't touch it though. Suddenly she had no appetite.

Elijah went and grabbed his daughter some water before putting it in front of her. "Eat, Elena."

Elena looked up at her father with pleading eyes. "Dad, I'm…"

Elijah put a hand up to stop her. "We are not discussing it tonight, Elena. I am far too angry to even consider this conversation. You're going to eat. Then you're going to talk to Jeremy because he has been extremely worried about you. Even my assurances that you are fine are not enough. He needs to hear from you. After that, I want you to sleep some more. I can tell you're still tired. And you are going to need your sleep because tomorrow, we will be having a very long conversation. Do you understand me?"

"Yes. You… You're going to forgive me, right?" Elena asked in a shaky tone. She'd never seen her father so angry. Well, not with her anyway. This was the first time she'd ever really done anything to be punished for.

Elijah sighed and softened a bit. "Elena, listen to be very carefully. There is not even a question about that. You are my daughter. I love you more than anything in this world. That is a big part of why I am so upset right now. You could've killed yourself, and I can longer so much as entertain living in a world without you in it. I am angry and will probably be angry for quite a while, but forgiveness will always be given to you. Understood."

Elena nodded.

"Good. Now, please eat your dinner," Elijah said before taking a seat across from her.

Elena picked up her sandwich and took a bite of it. Once she started eating, she found her appetite again. She ended up demolishing the entire plate in less than ten minutes.

Elijah pulled Elena's phone from her pocket. "Go call your brother. You have fifteen minutes. When you're finished, you will give this right back to me. If you can't be bothered to answer my calls or call me back, you don't need to have it for a while." He knew that Niklaus likely had her phone for a while, but he also knew that there was a point where he gave it back and instructed her to call him. She had not done that.

Elena nodded as she took her phone. She didn't dare argue right now. "Dad, I'm sorry that I worried you."

"We will discuss it tomorrow. Go talk to your brother," Elijah instructed.

Elena got up and headed into the living room to go speak to her brother.