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012 ƒ closed } { i don't know what i'm supposed to do

Who: Freya & Klaus Mikaelson
Where: The Gardens
When: Dec. 4th [FORWARD DATED]
Rating: PG-13 probably
Summary: Freya and Klaus return from their canon bumps, a day apart in terms of memories and Freya's got some bad news.
The Story:

[There's a blindingly bright light and Freya is thrown backwards into Klaus. Her concentration breaks in that moment, as she feels herself get lifted off her feet and thrown to the ground, knocking the wind from her chest. The only thing she can do, the only thought she has is to close her fingers around the pendant and hope that she doesn't lose it, hasn't lost Elijah in the process.

When she opens her eyes, however, everything is different. She's met with the smell of damp grass and a fresh breeze. She looks up at the blue sky, and things are familiar, to be sure. The memories come back in a solid rush as she remembers Wonderland again and panic rips through her as she forces herself to her feet. She glances around wildly for a moment, before an impotent kind of rage rips through her.]

No, no, no, no ... not yet.

[She shouts it uselessly into the sky, knowing that it will have no effect regardless, but she doesn't know what else to do. She just keeps her fingers clenched around the pendant, feeling the jagged pieces of the crystal pushing into her palm, but afraid to look and see the damage for herself.

If she does, she will have to begin to follow the steps that may lead her to believing that her brother was truly gone and she isn't ready to begin that conversation quite yet. Nor is she ready to consider the other nagging voice in her head whispering all too softly:

Vincent was right.

She doesn't notice her brother lying beside her until a moment later, and when she does, she drops to her knees and reaches for his shoulder gently.]

Klaus? Klaus.

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( the last thing he knows is his little girl's arms tight around him, shutting his eyes as he embraced her close. whatever panic, confusion, or dread he had experienced was quieted for just that moment, accepting her comfort —

and then there was nothing. then there was this.

he comes to slowly, to the call of his name and the hand at his shoulder. the sky is bright and filled with sun that blinds him for a moment. he sees the clouds and the hedges and hears the gurgling fountain — he remembers with a force that knocks the breath out of him and sets rampant a horror born anew.

wonderland.

he sits at freya's urging, disconcerted and unwilling to believe what he knows: and what he knows was some measure of contentment found with his daughter, his life, and his family now ripped away. no matter how fraught and perilous it was, it was his. he had hope. his eyes are unseeing between them a moment before his hands reach to grasp his freya's arms; then they lift. ) No, ( his denial is quieter, but the truth is unmistakable: he is back. )

Edited 2017-12-03 22:52 (UTC)

[There's a moment of relief when he responds, unsure of what kind of effect the Hollow's magic would have had on him. As far as she knows, there's no reason he shouldn't remember the same things she does. After all, they arrived together.]

Are you alright? You didn't get pricked with anything, did you?

[She still had the cure for Marcel's venom that she had received for Christmas last year, she should be able to get to it in time in order to cure him.]

Those thorns were everywhere.

( he too has no reason to believe she wouldn't remember the same things he does. while the thorns are certainly familiar to him, the situation she describes is not. her words cut through the last of his unsettlement and his eyes focus on her, more alert than they were before. he sifts with mounting bewilderment and apprehension to pinpoint which moment she could mean.

he realizes he can't. ) No, ( he answers finally. he didn't; that much is true. davina did not succeed in that nor in introducing marcel's own venom into his veins. ) I wasn't, though I don't recall them everywhere.

[She blinks for a moment, her head tipping to the side as she realizes that they are out of sync. How far out of sync seems to be the relevant thing, and part of her doesn't want to put words to her current canon point. Putting words to it makes it real, and she doesn't want to be the person to tell her brother than the person they both valued most is dead.]

What's the last thing you remember?

( it's exactly the question he wants to ask her. eyes rounded and alarm at its peak, he nearly does, his lips parting soundlessly as he sees the guarded horror in her eyes.

perhaps he is not eager to hear what she is not eager to say. he knows pushing the issue will only delay the inevitable; he trusts his sister to arrive at the point.

his lips close. he takes that steadying moment. ) Davina was about the sacrifice me to imprison the Hollow. ( he feels a tremble in his voice from fear and urgency. ) Where and why were there thorns everywhere?

[A day. He was a day behind her and things were already so much worse than they were the day before. Her lip quivers, just for a moment, and she looks down at her hands covered in blood as she tries to find the right place to start.]

After Hope saved you and we returned to the compound, Elijah left to see Marcel and make peace, but the Hollow was waiting for him. She intended to sacrifice him and his sire line so that she could return to this world in human form.

We tried to get to him in time, but ... she was ready for us at every turn. I made a last ditch effort to try and get his soul into my pendant so that we could find a way to bring him back to life but ...

[She opens her clenched palm slowly, revealing the broken pieces of the pendant in question, stained with their brother's blood.]

I don't know if it worked.

( he looks to at her hands cradled together, covered in the thick and coppery scent of blood. blood, he realizes with wide-eyed horror, that he knows. it does not sink in; the obvious conclusion he refuses to reach, not even when she says the words. his eyes snap to her at that last ditch effort, his shaking breath held.

he does not think. he cannot think. his mind is an empty roar.

he looks back down to her opening hand, at the shattered sapphire stone and pulls in a sudden inhale, shifting to his knees. ) No. ( the word is ripped from his throat.

elijah is not gone. his brother is not dead. he survived. he's all right. he'll be all right; they'll save him and bring him back.

no. he palms cradle hers. ) No, it had to work. ( it had to. ) Is he in here? ( he has to be. he is; she can find him. )

I don't know.

[She swallows hard as one hand comes up to brush at the tears that are threatening to shake free.]

With it broken like this I can't tell, I need time to repair it.

[Which is not going to be the answer Klaus wants to hear, but it's the truth, and that's better than offering platitudes and failing later.]

( it's not what he wants to hear. he can barely countenance it; his eyes burn with like tears that blur his vision. he blinks to try to clear them and looks away when one falls, unbidden, down his cheek. the air is cold in his lungs as he inhales a shallow breath. ) You have to fix it. ( he says it with raw desperation, voice hoarse. he straightens and leans back on his heels, lifts an arm and a warding hand. ) You have to fix it and he'll be in there, just...

( and if he isn't? if he's truly gone? if he's not there at all through a finality klaus cannot comprehend or through wonderland's decree?

no. no, he will not think this way. he trains his eyes on freya, his broken response a command as much as a plea. ) Fix it now.

[His faith in her is the only thing that's buoying her out of the despair of losing her brother at the moment. She nods as she lets him raise her to her feet. She can do this. She can fix this and their brother will be fine.]

We'll need to go back to our rooms. I'll need my supplies.

[She's already moving, not waiting for his permission, but it's expected that he'll follow.]

( his faith in her is the only resolution keeping him together. she has to make this better. she has to have the power and means to do so; she needs to bring their brother back. she needs to do it because if she doesn't —

she needs to need it as much as he. (she does. he looks in her eyes and knows she is his sister, knows she is a mikaelson, and she does.)

he does follow her, without thought, without pause. he finds her stride, grasps her arms, and whisks her into the mansion, up the stairs, and directly into her room. years. it has felt like years and no time at all since they were last here, and he knows exactly where to go. )

[Traveling by vampire is always disorienting, but it's happened enough times by now that she doesn't lose a step once they land. It feels like they were last here ages ago, and somehow everything is just how they left it. It doesn't take her long to arrange the pendant as she needs to and once the spell is prepared she begins.

Unfortunately, mentally, she's not ready to begin. Her hands shake as she chants, her words stumble as she tries not to feel the pressure of her brother's expectations. In the end, no matter how much power she has, it's not enough, the damning silence coming from the pendant making that failure clear enough.]

I can't ... I can't get anything.

( he's quiet during the set-up and attempt. somehow he contains the lashing terror and urgency if only for the hope and need that this'll work. he watches as she sets up and he paces, thinking of nothing else. when she starts the spell he stops and stills as something tightens in him with pleading anticipation; every muscle tenses.

for nothing.

unwilling to accept such defeat, he strides forward and offers his hand. ) Use me. ( there is a wild desperation in his eyes; it doesn't matter if she brings him to his knees. he wants her to do it. )

[She isn't sure it will make a difference - repairing the pendant from the damage of the Hollow's magic may take more magic than either of them had. She remembers how strong the witch could be. But she doesn't want it to seem like she's giving up on their brother.

So she takes Klaus's hand and begins again, trying to reach past the static and the noise to try and find Elijah's presence somewhere within it, but all she can hear is the crackling of radio static, and a faint sound that might be a scream but she can't pinpoint for sure what it is.

Eventually she stops the spell with a huff and releases Klaus' hand.]

It's not enough. I need more power to repair it well enough to tell either way.

[Perhaps if Rebekah were still here they might stand a chance, but as it stands now ... she just didn't have the power.]

( the drain of his power linked to hers is broken abruptly; that sudden drop and her words make him bristle, settling an enormous dread in his gut. ) So get more power, ( is his immediate, strident, and demanding response. his hands tremble as he moves before the table, before her. ) There is an unlimited amount in this place; I don't care if we have to stack the bodies of every supernatural creature here or deliver you the core itself; you will do the spell and get him back. ( his voice raises slightly at the end, booming and harshened. )

Edited 2017-12-04 15:43 (UTC)

[Her teeth grit for a moment, particularly when he mentions the Core, because she knows the risks of channeling Wonderland. She and Bonnie discussed it long ago, and she's not interested in experiencing the same repercussions.]

Channeling Wonderland itself is dangerous, Klaus. It's too much power, it could very easily overwhelm me and kill me.

[And then where will you be? is the silent question left hanging between them. She will do anything to save her brother - he has to know that - but dying for him, after she's just returned from home and risking not returning from the Core is not something they need to worry about at the moment. Especially when without Elijah's body, there isn't much she can do beyond determining if he's in the pendant.]

( he knows the risks as well. he knows what happened to bonnie; it's precisely the fate they avoided when looking for freya. if it were any other moment, any other person outside the bonds of their family —

if it were not elijah —

he flinches, turns his head as if to shake it of the reminder and the very real inevitability it would fell her too, and perhaps if taken too far, for good. the question does remain. it remains and so does the other: what then for their brother? in this state, in any state, he cannot leave it unanswered. he cannot live, function, breathe, without knowing if elijah is safe.

the lifted volume of his voice continues unaltered, bitter and coarse. ) And what then for Elijah? If our brother's soul is stuck in that broken pendant enduring who knows what untold fate, then the consequences don't matter; we do what it takes.

Edited 2017-12-04 16:34 (UTC)

And do you think that doesn't matter to me at all?

[Freya doesn't want her brother suffering any more than he has to - over the past twenty four hours he has already suffered enough. But they needed to think this through and not react with their usual impulse, as hard as that is.]

I need time. And I need you to trust me.

[And she needs a lot to drink and some time to process before she can divine the proper solution.]

( it doesn't matter to him. at this moment, nothing matters to him but his brother. not the time freya needs, not the practical application of logic to this horror, not anything else but results. she asks him to trust her and it's the only request that keeps his verbal lashing in check.

he does trust her. but time — she's asking him to wait. he does not want to wait. he can't.

his hand grasps the back of the wooden chair in front of him; with a blur of speed he pulls it out from under the table and topples in with a crash onto the floor.

he turns away, body tense and shaking, and takes a few steps.

he can't. ) Elijah does not have time, ( is his tremulous, lowered reply. the reality settles on him, too heavy to bear: his brother is dead. he could be gone forever. )

Edited 2017-12-04 17:26 (UTC)

[She flinches on instinct when the chair hits the ground, even though she knows that he would never actively try to harm her. Her brother has every right to be angry, given the situation Elijah is in, but there's nothing she can truly do about it here.]

We're in Wonderland, brother.

[She pauses, before taking a step closer to try and calm him.]

We have nothing but time.

( what did he do? how did this happen? what could he have done to ensure this did not? he knows the questions are useless, unanswerable things, but they run through his head anyway. they torture him for the moment he allows them in.

it's not over, and perhaps that is a blessing. freya's words steel him as her steps carry her closer. he finds some composure and turns to meet her. this is wonderland, and that does mean time. ) Then find a way, ( he implores rather than commands: he does believe in her. he has nothing left to believe in. )

I will.

[She hasn't stopped before, and she isn't about to stop now, but right now, in this moment, she needs space. To steady her hands and to focus her mind, to find the key that she would need to fix the problem at hand. If Elijah's body were here, repairing the necklace wouldn't have been as much of a priority, but sadly they are lacking her brother's corpse.

So for now, she will need a way to repair the necklace, and that will take more finesse. And her brother diverting his attention elsewhere while she does.]

You should go find Caroline. I'm sure she's worried, given the way things tend to go when people disappear.

( caroline. the name gives him pause; it reminds him of what he did leave behind. yet he hesitates, shifts on his feet; despite knowing he should, he does not want to leave. he hardly knows at all where he will go, if he even wants caroline to see him, if he wants to see her, for anyone to see...

he wants to see this done, but there is nothing left for him to do. he knows his presence is hardly helpful. he knows what she needs is space. it's a hard lesson they've demonstrated again and again: he does not help. the most efficient and effective way she gets this done is if he leaves.

with a breath he turns his eyes to the ground. he reaches only to grasp her arms in comfort and assurance, and then slips by her to leave into the common room. )

Edited 2017-12-04 19:05 (UTC)

[Freya watches him go, before stepping forward to lock the door behind him. It isn't that she doesn't want her brother around, but she needs the privacy for now, and when she opens it again, she'll hopefully have better news.

Then, after a moment of useless staring to where she had left the necklace in the circle, she takes a moment to take a shower and change her clothes, before leaving her room for the evening.

Since the answers aren't coming, she's going to go for the next best thing: she's going to get very, very drunk.]

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