Saturn's Hosie One-Shots

we found wonderland (you and i got lost in it)

For three days, Josie had been failing miserably trying to find a solution that would both wake up Hope and Landon.

There was barely any luck.

Josie had been nagging at her father to let her do the one thing that could possibly work.

Earlier in the week Dr. Saltzman had found out that if anyone attempted to enter into Hope's mind they wouldn't remember anything when they came out.

If they come out.

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"I have to do it." Josie had been pacing around her own room for the past five minutes, a restless hand ran through her semi tangled hair.

"Josie, you heard what Dad said, it's too dangerous," Lizzie stood up from the edge of the bed and placed her hands on the brunette's shoulder. "It's Mikaelson, she can handle herself."

Josie worried her bottom lip and stepped back. "Lizzie," She lowered her voice into a whisper. "When Hope came into my own subconscious she made me realize that being strong doesn't mean being bad."

"She rescued me," Her voice came out strained. "After I woke up, I promised myself I'd do the same for her ."

Lizzie looked at her with a soft gaze. "But what if you don't come back?"

The brunette let out an exasperated sigh. Her sister was right. But it was Hope , the girl who wouldn't give up on her. The person who let her in, the person who always treated her equal and never saw her as a second choice.

"I still have to try." Josie steels up. "I'm not gonna give up on her after all that she's done for me."

The siphoner pursed her lips, gave Lizzie a sorry look and darted out the door, the blonde being too shocked to go after her.

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It was a Friday evening, and nothing too big or important was going on at the Salvatore Boarding School.

It was a casual day too, Josie had worn a simple red crop top with grey road trippin shorts.

Knowing her father wouldn't be in his office right now, she snuck into the room.

Everything was vivid, from the painting of red roses on the adjacent wall from the entrance to the unorganized files on the desk.

But, why? Why had her surroundings become more visible to her?

Nervousness? Possibly. Anxious? Definitely. It wasn't her fault, she was about to see Hope.

Easy, right?

No.

The siphoner opened the door to where Hope was being kept and closed it behind her.