everyonelives | someone is on your side

I appreciate it. But that's fine, you've earned a romantic weekend away in the wilderness.

[It'll be good for them both. Then she wrinkles her nose.]

I should probably go try and salvage my romantic weekend too, after witch business is done.

About that, ( tongue in cheek, he tosses around how to say this before going with door number one. ) did you know Kol was coming to rescue us?

[She pauses. She blinks. Then she turns to face him again, raising her eyebrows.]

I'm sorry. Kol is here? In New Orleans?

He was a part of the rescue party. He left no - well, prison-keepers.

( None of them did, but he is team: why ever was it you and Kol. )

[Look, Josh doesn't have to understand it. She was a dramatic teenager, she deserves at least one bad boy.]

Klaus didn't say anything.

[A grimace.]

Asshole.

Kol and Klaus aren't those kinds of brothers. You do remember when he cursed him to die in not his body, right?

( Of course she remembers. He holds his hands up in defense because, duh. )

Don't -- take anything Klaus Mikaelson does personally. If you're not Hope or Cami, good luck getting any sincerity from him. What did he need, anyway?

He and Bela found a bunch of dark objects that needed sorting. Apparently Monroe was storing up a lot of them for a rainy day.

[Which reminds her ...]

What happened to that witch that was with us? Maura?

( With that, his face goes flat as he drops his bag down onto her bed. )

Hayley helped free her, she failed her audition to be in the minor leagues and then she -- left us there. Like, phased right through the ground.

[Her face goes equally flat.]

Great, so if I ever see her again, punch her in the face. Good to know.

Or, close your fist and send her to the ground New Orleans witch style?

( That's an idea. Josh's (2) doesn't put dark objects and witch together when it's the escaped Maura. )

Hey, anything you need from me before I make my escape?

No, go. Enjoy your husband time. I'll see you when you get back.

[And she will see them both off before heading back to the cemetery to finish sorting those magical objects and figuring out what she's going to say to Scott.]

( Unfortunately, or fortunately, Scott isn't the first person to find her.

Freya tipped Kol off, but only if he promised not to be Kol about everything, which, is presumptuous. But, it's been years. How can he not?

The witches don't love his presence there and the few witches he does see give him a flat look as he walks by.

Kol strides into the mausoleum where the dark objects have been stored, picking up the dark object he recognizes. ) A lagra ett minne.

We found a lot of fun goodies in Monroe's stores.

[She looks over at him, curious, but also glad to see him. Not in the way she used to be, but there's a part of her that will always love Kol, even if things between them will never be the same, never be that level of romantic love again.]

Don't know what she wanted them for, but I get to figure them all out now.

( She's curious, he's curious. Perhaps not about the same things. He misses her, truth be told. Gun to his head Davina is the love of his life. But, he will live a long life and it may be a matter of time before another one comes around the corner. )

May I?

( He wanders the objects like he's choosing the correct wine. )

There is a theme here, darling. Transference. In the lagra, a memory is - forgive the literal translation - screwed out of the subject. ( He points. ) Memories. Emotions. Fear. Magic. Used alone, they would be innocuous, used together... These were acquired from one of the hunters' strongholds?

[She nods.]

Some of them made by a witch in their employ, some of them things they found. Not sure what they wanted them for, but I did hear a rumor that one of them was used on Bonnie Bennett.

They got the drop on Bonnie Bennett?

( He made her life difficult once upon a times. He reminisces for that second, looking up at her. )

If you ask me, using these concurrently could mold the perfect asset.

Really?

[She's not sure how, but she's willing to indulge him if there's a sleeper agent floating around somewhere.]

How so?

Say your decorated soldier has doubts, they've done something they can never take back. They can be removed, along with the memory of whatever it is they did. And, when that doesn't give you results you want, swap them completely. It does look more like she was saving these for a rainy day but they are all far too similar to be random alone.

( It's just a hunch. One story in a long line of ancient stories about these. )

Guess we'll have to keep an eye out for that.

[If a sleeper agent rises from the depths, they'll know where they came from. But she will put some of these on the destroy pile. Vampires cause enough problems with compulsion.]

I didn't know you were in town.

( He'd bet another person's money the soldiers perished in their New Orleans last stand. The 'truists.' )

Cami O'Connell called in the cavalry. You were kidnapped, and Hayley.

[Ahh, Cami. Always thinking ahead to what they might need.]

Well, I'm glad you were nearby. It's good to see you.

( He couldn't stand idly by and he was close, already. )

You mean that, really.

Yeah, really.

[She tips her head to the side as she watches him.]

Even though things didn't work out with us being together, I still care about you. I want you to be happy.

And all I want is for you not to be chum for miserable human hunters. We're not together but I don't know what I'd do if you'd died again. With the Other Side kaput, there's nothing to come back from. I'd rather you glower at me.

( Than die. )

I had to come by, see for myself.

Well, I'm here.

[She steps back and holds out her arms, with a bit of a spin.]

All in one piece.

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