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

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*A/N* Hey, quick release chapter to make up for how long the last one took. Next chapter will probably take a while, I have a lot of priorities right now but I promise I will keep writing to the best of my ability. Now, let's get another look at the rest of the Mikaelson family!

They had been driving for what felt like forever, it was never not rush hour in New Orleans but it felt like today was especially crowded. Rebekah was just about losing her mind, "We could have already been there by now if we had just gone on foot!" she complained for the hundredth time.

"Bex, we've been over this," sighed Marcel, "we can't just go speeding around in broad daylight with all these people around. Not to mention that Elijah might be in really bad shape when we get there, we can't just carry him all the way back."

"As much as I hate to admit it, he's right Rebekah. A little extra time is worth it if it means we can get Elijah out of that place safely," answered Kol, shooting Marcel a glare as the other vampire smirked at him.

The tension was getting to everybody, tempers were high and every added second only made them flare up all the more. Klaus was a hair away from bursting out of the car and slaughtering all the people loitering around in the streets. His brother was out there somewhere, suffering, hurt, and lost, and the strongest creature on the planet was sitting here waiting in traffic. A ping from his phone caught his immediate attention and he pulled it out of his pocket. Take a breath, we'll find him, read Hayley's text, she had decided to stay back at the compound with Hope in case Elijah managed to find his own way back. Trying to take her advice, Klaus attempted to calm his nerves, she always seemed to know when he was about to do something reckless, a bit like Elijah.

Elijah. Just the thought of his older brother sent a horrible pang of dread and loneliness through the hybrid. They had to find him, they just had to, not doing so wasn't a viable option. A world without Elijah wasn't a world worth living in for him. If his brother were to die- no. No. That couldn't happen, it simply couldn't, fate could not possibly be that cruel. He had to see his brother again, alive. He had to tell him he was sorry, for everything, for every dagger through the heart, for every fight, for every cold shoulder, and harsh word, and disregarding gesture.

The last thing he had said to his brother rang clear through his head, now burned into his permanent memory from constant repetition. Bull shit, Elijah! You hate me, you always have! I'm everything that you loath about yourself! But Elijah's response was what tore through him like a hurricane over and over. I never thought my features to be redeemable, much less liked any of them, until I saw them in you. No, he would not allow those to be his last words to his brother, he had so much more to say. So much to thank him for, to repay to him, to learn from him.

Freya spared a glance at Klaus in the passenger seat before returning her steady glare to the traffic ahead of them as her fingers drummed on the steering wheel anxiously. The magical pull was wavering, sometimes fuzzy and barely there at all. Wherever this place was, it was spelled from hell to breakfast with strong magic. As the seconds ticked by, the locator spell's power was being unraveled, quickly losing its footing as it was battled against by the forces in the abandoned building. Whoever was hiding out in that barn was quite actively making it darn near impossible to find.

At the rate that their car was currently moving, it could take hours to get to Elijah. And that's without the time it would take to actually find a way past the magic boundaries and into the barn. Not to mention the very probable fight with the current residents of the place and then actually finding Elijah and getting him back safely. Sighing heavily, Freya once again honked her horn as she continued to desperately crawl down the street in the seemingly endless line of both vehicles and pedestrians.

Rebekah's knee bounced up and down frantically, whoever had her brother would pay a heavy price, that was certain. Sure, she wasn't usually the one to leave behind bloody massacres but she had surely conducted her fair share of murders and tortures over the centuries. Without a single doubt in her mind, no matter who it might be in that barn, she would ensure their complete and absolute destruction. This was an unforgivable mistake, a true and solid act of war, and she could tell that her entire family were all on the exact same page for once. Even Marcel, who really hadn't got on well with Elijah since the Mikaelsons had returned to New Orleans and taken over the quarter, practically had a slideshow of torturing schemes playing in his eyes.

It was quite clear that either one or both of her parents were involved in this somehow, the magic pointed to Esther since witches would be unlikely to side with Mikael but it could also be Dahlia. She and her siblings had been hunted by them for centuries, there was no confusion with that, the only question was: why Elijah? Yes, perhaps it had just been at random, Elijah happened to go out alone that night, if it had been her or Kol it might be a similar situation. But this felt personal, it felt targeted specifically at him. After all, she had gone out by herself the night before and she hadn't been kidnapped. So, the question remained. Why Elijah?

Kol was puzzling over the exact same question, but was also torn apart by a horrible, aching hole that was being dug through his body. It was odd for him, normally he would be craving for revenge, quick to action, and reckless as ever. But he wasn't, instead, he was consumed by an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness, like nothing could ever possibly be okay again. The feeling physically hurt, worse than any stake or dagger but it burrowed itself deep into his chest all the same.

His head was filled with memories of the person who taught him how to play music, who held him during thunderstorms, who caught him when he fell out of trees. A warm, loving, boy with deep brown eyes and slightly curly hair with big, strong, safe arms that held their family together for a thousand years. Who loved all his siblings more than the moon and the stars and the sun combined, more than every beautiful thing in the whole world, more than his own happiness, safety, and sanity. Who drew pictures with Klaus, and danced with Rebekah, and taught Marcel to write, and even read books with Finn, and now made Hope giggle and coo endlessly. And now that person was gone.

*A/N* Hi! I hope you enjoyed, please let me know about any grammar or spelling mistakes. Your support means so much, it's the reason I love to write so please don't forget to vote and hopefully I'll see you in the next one! Have a great day/night, wherever you are!

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