You Don't Know What I'd Do For You (Love you like oxygen)

four

*A/N* We are officially at chapter four! Congrats if you made it this far, please let me know about any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Klaus circled his older brother's room aimlessly along with the rest of his family. None of them had even the slightest idea of what they were looking for. "I don't know, did he have a favourite book or something?" Kol asked, scanning the shelves of Elijah's bookcase, most of which just collected dust, or would have if their owner hadn't been the biggest clean freak this world had ever seen.

"Um... he maybe read poetry? Probably Shakespeare or something stupid like that," Rebekah answered, shrugging her shoulders before continuing to rummage through the drawers in the adjoining bathroom.

"We're just grasping at straws here, how can none of you know literally anything about him!?" Marcel cried, throwing his hands up in frustration as he abandoned his searching in the bedside table.

The Mikaelson siblings all glanced at each other, it was evident that all of them had been wondering the exact same thing. How could they know nothing about the person who practically raised them all those centuries ago? Not an idea of a favourite colour or a guess at a preferred music genre or a hint at a beloved past time. Nothing. No inklings or clues, not even a vague starting point. They went back a thousand years and still their memories came up with nothing.

Perhaps it had just never seemed important until now. Maybe it was one of those things that they had never noticed until someone had asked about it. But to reflect back on it now, they didn't know their brother. They could have, yes, but they didn't, had actively chosen not to for hundreds upon hundreds of years. They had put other events, problems, troubles, issues, conflicts, and ideals before their older brother over and over, again and again, without sparing it a second of thought. All of them had, their always and forever had had a missing piece that everyone had overlooked.

"Bloody hell," Klaus hissed under his breath, his skin practically crawling under the tension and strain without his brother there to bear it with him.

"Seriously!" Hayley finally cried, throwing her free hand up in the air while the other arm still held Hope, "This shouldn't be that hard! How can he not have a single thing that matters to him!? The only thing he ever talks about is-"

Her sudden pause drew the full attention of everyone as they all stopped their hunt. "What? What is it?" Rebekah demanded, fear and desperation in every word.

"Us," Hayley whispered, "The only thing he ever talks about or mentions or pays attention to or shows interest in is... us."

"Would that work?" questioned Kol, "I mean, our blood, or, I don't know, our own keepsakes or something? Could that be compatible with the spell?"

"It's definitely worth a try," Klaus agreed, already on his way out of the room to go and speak with Freya, the other filing out after him, hot on each others heels.

The oldest Mikaelson sibling looked up from her final touches on the locator's spell as the rest of her family stalked into her room, their hope clearly dimmed. "Did you find anything?" she asked, straightening up.

"Not really, the only thing we could come up with that Elijah cared about was us," Marcel explained, running a tired hand over his face as he gestured around at the lot of them.

A thoughtful expression took over Freya's features, "Well," she paused briefly before simply shrugging, "I don't see why it wouldn't work."

"Alright, let's try it then," urged their younger sister, "what do we need to do?"

"Blood?" Hayley asked, obviously nervous about whether or not Hope would be needed in this endeavour.

Freya shook her head and placed a calming hand on Hayley's shoulder. "No, blood is a physical link, his relationship with us is much more than that," she explained, turning back to her supplies spread out on the floor.

"Alright, everyone grab a seat, careful not to move the salt or herbs at all, just around the edges, and we all need to link hands so that the magic can flow between us," she instructed, taking her own place on the borders of the incomplete spell design.

Following her lead, Rebekah plopped down at her sister's side, Klaus was quick to join on the other. Marcel, Kol, and finally Hayley, who carefully laid Hope in her lap, all took their own places, joining their hands together and completing the full circle. "Great, um, okay, so, it won't hurt or anything but it might feel overwhelming if you aren't accustomed to magic," Freya continued, lighting a few candles around her, "Just... try to open your mind and relax."

With that, the eldest sibling guided Rebakah's and Klaus' hands onto her shoulders to maintain the contact but stretched her own arms out into the center of the layout, her fingers spread and palms facing downwards. Closing her eyes, Freya began murmuring a steady, ancient chant that sent echoes of magic through the others. It thrummed in their veins, a calm, pleasant force that seemed to hug every square inch of their beings and was filled with a confident knowledge of billions of witches.

After a moment, images started to fade in and out of their heads, at first soft and fuzzy but then in quick flashes. Finally, a clear picture appeared, replaying from different angles of multiple peoples' memories. It was an old building, on the outskirts of town, far off from even the back roads. A rundown, tattered barn, set back in the forest, easily something that you would miss, which was a feature probably enhanced by magic. Then, as suddenly as the images had come, they halted and snapped out of view, bringing the family back into the world of consciousness. All that was left was a force that pulled at the very fibers of their brains and pulsed throughout their bodies. Though none could see it now or had been there before, somehow, they all knew that the pull was coming from that very same barn as had been in their heads.

Rebekah was the first to stand, clearly a little shaken, looking around as though slightly dazed, but strong and determined all the same. "What are we waiting for then?" she demanded, already stalking back out into the hall and heading for the stairs as the rest scrambled to their own feet, "Let's go."

*A/N* Thanks so much for reading! Don't forget to vote and I'll hopefully have chapter five up sometime next week!

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