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A/N: Originally this was going to be longer but I have been up since 1 am for work and should have been asleep hours ago. I will update chapter 3 tomorrow after I get some sleep. Don't forget to follow, favorite and review.

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Chapter Two: A Few Questions

"I suppose you have questions."

Those were not the words Henrik thought he would ever say to his family. He had honestly hoped to see his family again during better circumstances. Almost a thousand years apart and he felt like a stranger to the people in front of him. Of course, the last time they had seen him; Henrik had been on the blink of death. Now he stood in front of them, not a child of ten years old, but a man of twenty-five.

Rebekah staggered forward. His sweet older sister, with her halo of blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes. She tried to form the words, her mouth opening and closing. "Is...is it really you, Henrik?"

He offered her a smile. "It is."

His father was the first to deny it. He had thought it would be Niklaus, given his brother's paranoia, but he honestly forgotten his father's pride. It reared its head as he reached out and grabbed hold of Henrik's shirt. He pulled the man close, nostrils flaring and visage no longer that of a man's but a beast.

"Lies." Mikael snarled. "You dare use my child's name and torment us? Did he put you up to this? Is this one of your sick games, boy?"

He directed the last question at a shocked Niklaus. His brother hadn't made a sound. He was still processing the news. They all were. It was natural for them to fill so many emotions at once. Denial, grief, anger. He knew those emotions well.

They weighed heavy on his heart every day.

Henrik shut his eyes. Now was not the time to dwell on the emotions he wore. He needed to address them before Davina woke up. Because when she did and if she saw the sight Mikael roughhousing him, she wasn't going to be happy.

"Father, I can assure you; I am your son. You never found my body remember?" He reached up and shoved his father's hands away and smoothed his shirt. He hadn't planned on letting them see his scars so early.

"He is right about that," Finn muttered. "We never really buried him. It was just..."

"An empty grave." Elijah finished.

Rebekah rushes up to him, stepping in front of their father and cupped his face in her hands. He gazed into her eyes and smiled. Davina had her eyes, and even if his sister would deny it, her brazen and stubbornness.

"What happened to you, Henrik?"

He turned his eyes towards a sleeping Davina. The spell would be finishing up soon. An hour at most. He could answer some questions, but he really needed to hurry. He was needed in Virginia soon.

He knew Tessa wasn't going to withhold her end. Not when they were so close.

"I didn't die, Bekah." He answered. He took hold of her left hand and brought it to his chest. He could see the sadness etched in her eyes. Her fingers grazed the scar tissue with a daintiness he didn't think Bekah had in her. "Feel. Listen, what do you hear?"

Each of the Mikaelsons did as instructed. Esther let herself feel the magic coming from him. It was ancient, not as powerful as hers or Dahlia's, but it was strong. He felt vibrant and warm. She studied the color of his skin, the flush of his cheeks.

The vampires could hear the beating of his heart, smell of the allure of his blood.

Henrik was very much alive.

"So," a voice called. Hayley stood close to the couch that held Davina. Hope had woken up and was staring at the scene with curious eyes. Hayley cleared her throat before continuing. "Anybody want to fill me, Marcel and Hope in on just who this is?"

"And how do we know Dahlia didn't put him up to this?" Marcel asked.

Henrik frowned. "I'm not working with her."

"How do we know you're not lying?" Hayley asked.

"Why would I endanger my niece?" Henrik asked and then continued. "No offense to my siblings, but I was raised by a two thousand-year-old who would end me if I ever harmed a child. Well, her and my wife."

"Wife?" His family chorused.

"You're married?" Finn was astonished.

"Is it Davina?" asked Rebekah. "She's a bit young, Henrik."

Kol frowned and glanced back at the sleeping witch. He wouldn't say Henrik married her, but they were connected. At that accusation, Henrik blanched. "No."

"Married," Elijah murmured. Between Hope's miraculous conception and birth and now this, there was a chance his family could truly have redemption. It made him swell with pride and he beamed at his youngest brother. "Congratulations Henrik. Will we be meeting you lovely bride any time soon?"

Henrik glanced at his brother. The warmth in his brown eyes hardened, leaving only a coldness. "You have."

None of them knew when it happened, but Henrik's hand shot up and jutted out, like a viper ready to strike. "Incendia."

The flames were instant. Elijah screamed, dropping to the floor as the fire burned his suit and seared his skin. He cried out as his bones began to snap in different directions. Henrik released him after a few minutes and had to take in a deep breath.

"Henrik, are you mad?" his mother cried.

"Of course not, mother. I'm actually rather livid." He answered. He hadn't meant to lose his composure, but Elijah just set him off. He may not have been present for his family's transgressions against his wife, but Tessa had always been keeping a close eye on her. He could hear Hope crying, and her mother trying to console her.

"It's okay, Hope. Uncle Elijah's fine," Hayley cooed, bouncing her daughter on her hip. The young tribrid was not happy and even her mother's words weren't helping her. She cried louder and began to throw a fit. Klaus was to her in an instant and shushing his daughter, whispering softly to her and it seemed to quell her a bit.

Her crying had ceased after a few moments, but once it did, a sharp gasp sounded through the foyer. Davina Claire bolted up from her resting place and heaved some deep breaths. Marcel was there, rubbing her back and assuring her she was alright. Her blue eyes gazed at him, a small smile on her lips before she pinpointed her target.

Marcel followed her gaze and found she was staring right at Henrik Mikaelson. The entire Mikaelson family watched as she arose from the couch, slow and cautious. The look of uncertainty in her eyes shined like a beacon. She whispered a word, a single word with so much hope it blindsided them all.

"Papa?"


"Bonnie is dead."

Those words swam around Damon's head. Jeremy stood in front of him, looking off as if looking at her spirit. No, the little witch couldn't be dead. She couldn't be dead because this was Bonnie. This was the lost and scared little witch who he stayed behind on an island for. The little witch who had bested death multiple times. She had harnessed the power of a thousand witches and brought Klaus to the blink of death.

She had killed Silas.

She had set him on fire.

That spunky, brave and annoying girl could not be dead.

"You're lying," he accused. That had to be it. Jeremy had to be lying to him. Bonnie was out of town, on a road trip with her mom. She was getting some quality mommy-daughter time. Jeremy was just making this up. He was lying because he was no longer the big talk of the town.

It was the only thing he could think of. Because Bonnie would never do what he was saying. Sacrifice herself so that Elena could have her humanity? Jeremy wasn't her humanity. Elena's humanity was-it was...it was Bonnie.

"Bonnie is dead, Damon." Jeremy told him. Bonnie stood behind him, telling him to stop talking. But she didn't understand. They needed her. Silas was running around town. Silas killed her dad.

Didn't she want revenge for what he did?

The door swung open before Damon could say anything. A woman waltzed in, looking around the boardinghouse and hummed before she turned towards the vampire behind her. Damon and Jeremy had to make sure they weren't dreaming. Either it was Silas being an asshole, or that was Stefan holding Bonnie's body.

Jeremy was shocked because she didn't look like she had decomposed at all. She looked like she was just sleeping, and her hair had been trimmed while she slept. It was to the nape of her neck as opposed to the long hair she had during graduation. She had also been changed, now dressed in a lavender blouse and black leggings. Her feet were bare, and Stefan walked into the foyer and towards the living room.

"Set her on the couch, Stefan." The witch commanded and began setting up what looked like a spell. She muttered to herself about how she was on a tight schedule. She turned back towards the shocked vampire and hunter. "You might want to call your friends. They'll want to see her once she wakes up."

"Who the hell are you?" Damon demanded. "Why the hell are you in my house? Why do you have Bonnie's body and my brother?"

The witch huffed and jutted her chin in Jeremy's direction. "You mean you give him my marker and you can't even remember my name? I'm honestly a little hurt, Damon."

Damon's eyes narrowed and his lips pursed as if to form the word no. The witch smirked and continued her work. Freya would be joining her soon, she was going to need Mikaelson blood and since Henrik was in New Orleans handling Davina, she was going to have to with the next best thing. Stefan had placed Bonnie on the couch, and she could see her spirit looking at them with curious eyes.

Qetsiyah made a silent vow, as she reached for some dried herbs.

Just hold on a little longer, Bonnie. We'll be reunited soon.