The Original Queen. (Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction)

Chapter 112: You, You and You. Oh, Me, Too.

Recap:

Gilbert House

"I'd love that!" Jenna squealed! "Some much needed Jen and Tal time!" Jenna paused. "I love you, you do know that, don't you?"

Klaus's bedroom

"Yeah," Talia murmured. "Thank you, Jenna. I love you, too. Thank you for being there for me and thank you for coming back to me. To us. I'll call you later. Bye." Talia smiled as she threw her phone on the bed. She sighed and touched her father's ring around her neck. "I miss you, dad."

"You know what to do."

Talia froze, but did not turn around. "Leave me alone."

"Not until you do what I want."

Talia sighed wearily and turned around. "No."

"Do it."

"No." Talia furled her fists, turning her knuckles white. "You can't make me."

"Oh, really?"

Talia backed away. "Please don't make me."

"It's the only way..."

Talia closed her eyes.

Chapter 112:

"Hey,"

"Hey, kiddo," 

"Where's everyone?" Talia froze. "Why do I sound diff..."

"They've already left for the party, honey,"

"Oh? Wait- what party?" 

Alaric frowned as he looked at Talia, his mug of coffee poised in mid air. "What do you mean what pa-" putting his mug down hastily, Alaric was now concerned. "Honey, are you okay? You haven't bumped your head, have you? Wouldn't be the first time."

"What, no," Talia touched her head and smiled slightly. "No, no, I- I'm fine, I feel good, dad."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Talia smiled as she sat down at the kitchen island. 

"Hey, darling,"

Talia looked up, stunned. 

Alaric froze. "Hey, you. Thought you left."

"Had to come back after I forgot-" 

"This?" Alaric smirked before he kissed the woman. 

"We're not needed at the party yet... so..."

"Oh?" Alaric asked.

"Just me and you? Much needed couple time. Just me and... you. What do you say?"

Alaric cleared his throat and nodded towards Talia, who was staring. 

Noticing that Talia's mouth was wide open, the woman froze. "Are you okay?"

Talia did not know what to say. "Mo- I mean, Isob-"

Isobel chuckled. "Damn, is that the new cool thing millenials do now? Calling their parents by their names?" She glanced at Alaric, her eyes filled with warmth. "You have jam on your shirt, honey."

"Damn, I have no time to change," Alaric winced as he looked at Isobel. "Gimme two mins, honey,"

"Hurry! We need to make a stop before the party." Isobel laughed as Alaric ran out of the kitchen. She turned to look at Talia and her smile dropped slightly. "Baby? Are you okay?"

"Am I- okay?" Talia's voice was barely above a whisper.

"You don't look so-" Isobel walked over towards Talia and placed the back of her own hand on Talia's forehead, "you're not getting ill, are you?"