The Forgotten Mikaelson

Chapter 5 - Reunion, Kind Of

"Joshua Sun, I presume?"

No... that voice... that voice is so familiar, but also distant. Like a distant memory, replaying itself again and again.

But then again, Elijah only knew him by one name, and that was not Joshua Sun.

Stiles looked up to meet the face of his younger brother, someone he thought he'd never see again. Elijah.

He still had the same face, eyes and- Ha, still wearing suits I see. God, he's probably staring too long, but he's just so, so happy to see him again. And maybe he could break the spell too? No Stiles, now's not the time.

"Yes, I'm Joshua Sun." He finally answers Elijah's question, well not really a question more like accusation. God, he missed him.

"So, what's up? I mean, you're one of the Original vampires so this must be something big for you to go and find a witch. Which I totally am." Yeah, not the best introduction he could've given him, but it's something.

Elijah looked a little suprised for a second, but it faded away just as fast as it came. It was probably the first time he met a witch who was so chill talking to him.

"You are not wrong, this is something big. I need you to perform a spell that helps my brother to come back from the dead."

Dead? Everything stopped. One of his brothers was dead? But how? Nobody can kill an Original vampire without the White Oak Stake. And nobody of his family would never allow someone else have it. So, how? And... which one of his brothers was dead?

He took a shaky breath and put his little act on. "And which one your brothers are you talking about, if you don't mind me asking? Oh, and how did one of the Original vampires got themselves dead?"

Elijah was quiet for a moment, like deciding if Stiles was worth trusting. "A curse was lifted upon Kol by one of our own."

What. "And by one of your own you mean one of your siblings." It wasn't really a question. Stiles felt it in the way Elijah said it. The sadness and disappointment that someone would turn on their family. But it was also something he was used to. Like, it happened before. Finn.

Finn cursed Kol. No.

Stiles knew that Finn never wanted to be a vampire, but to try and kill your own family? No. That isn't Finn.

At least not the Finn I knew all those years ago. And maybe that was just it. He hasn't seen him in years, how would he know what kind of person he is today? How would his other siblings know? Though the only one's Finn was ever close with was him and Freya.

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Flashback-

Gabriel sat next to Finn. "Are you okay, brother?"

Finn didn't look at him. "Yes."

Gabriel knew he was lying. He was always trying to be so brave, especialy around their father.

"Brother please, look at me." Finn still didn't look, it looked like he was trying to get away to another world where he didn't have to have this conversation.

"Finn, please. I know it's hard, but you will always have me and Freya. And even though they do not show it, your siblings care about you."

"They do?" Gabriel didn't see his face, but he could hear from his voice that he was fighting back tears.

"Of course. We are family, afterall." At that Finn launched himself to Gabriel's arms and started to cry.

"Then why can not they show it?" Gabriel didn't know.

The rest of the night was filled with Finn's tears and Gabriel trying to reassure him how his family cared about him.

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"Joshua?"

Stiles blinked. It was another flashback, probably the longest one yet. He wondered if these flashbacks came to him when he thought about his siblings. Though, he thought about them almost all the time so probably not.

"Yes?" He looked at Elijah. He had a weird look on his face, like he was... worried? That is... weird to say the least. It's not like he remembers who Stiles is right? Right?

"Are you sure you are capable of doing this spell?" Elijah asked, completely ignoring how Stiles wasn't in this world for, uh, a minute he thinks?

And the spell. He can't do magic. Once he could, but when his inner wolf and vampirism got stronger his magic disappeared. First he just felt little fragments going away, but then suddenly he was back to his training days when he had to think harder for his magic to appear. And then it just... well, disappeared. It was gone.

He was fairly certain that he could get his magic back somehow, but he haven't had the time to give much thought to it. Ever since Scott got bitten he hadn't had much time for anything other than werewolf stuff. Which, honestly, he was fine with.

"Yeah, about that... um, I don't have my magic anymore." Elijah looked like he was ready to leave right then and there. Then Stiles had a thought, it was a stupid one he knew this, but hey you gotta do what you gotta do right?

"But I might know someone who could help you. Have you ever heard of Malachai Parker?"