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

eight

*A/N* Welcome to chapter eight! This might seem really small to some people but it's a really big accomplishment for me. This is officially the longest book that I have written so far on Wattpad. This is a story that I'm really passionate about, that I've been plotting out and brainstorming for a very long time, and it's definitely one that I hope to be able to continue and fully complete. People who aren't writers often tend to forget this so this is just a friendly reminder that for every minute of reading that you do potentially took hours of work. Your support, however much, means the world to us. Every comment, vote, and read on one of my works makes my day as a writer. Thank you so much, and now, without further ado, let's get into it and check back in with the rest of the Mikaelsons!

After nearly three hours of driving, during which the car never exceeded a crawling pace, they were finally away from the city and heading down a winding back road through the woods. By this point, the locator's spell was quickly losing hold, the magic fading with every passing second and the pull becoming weaker and weaker. "Okay, so what's the plan," Marcel started, once they were far enough out from the city so that there was no danger of them being seen or heard.

"I think we should split up, some of us go ahead to look for Elijah and one other stay back with Freya while she drives," suggested Kol, glancing around at his siblings.

"Alright, I'll go with you, Marcel and Rebekah can stay back with Freya," Klaus agreed, immediately.

"Bloody hell you will! There's no way I'm staying back here!" Rebekah objected.

"She's right, Klaus," Marcel said, placing a calming hand on Rebekah's shoulder, "you're too trigger-happy for a task like this. Plus, we should have more people go ahead so that it gives us a better chance if we do encounter a fight there. Rebekah and I will go with Kol, you stay here and protect Freya."

"It's true Klaus," Freya interjected before the hybrid could complain, already pulling the car over and bringing it to a stop, "You're the strongest out of all of them too so it makes sense to have the numbers go towards the base and the strength stay behind and bring up the rear."

Klaus looked like he wanted to complain but couldn't come up with an argument so he just settled with a low growl before slumping back in his seat. The other three vampires piled out of the back, Rebekah just about ready to rip someone's head off. "Alright, so we find the place and make a perimeter. We'll try for a head count on the forces they've got but don't engage, is that clear?" Marcel clarified, giving both Kol and Rebekah stern looks.

"Don't go inside until we get there, and text us once you find the barn," Freya said before steering the car back onto the path and urging it down the road as the others sped off through the woods.

It was silent for a while between the two, the only sound was the car engine and the eerie quiet of the forest. Freya had her eyes glued to the road, admittedly, she was a little nervous about being alone with Klaus given the recent events between them. Klaus was the first to break the tense silence, "I'm sorry," he said abruptly, stubbornly keeping his eyes out the window.

Despite the situation, a small smile teased at the corners of the eldest Mikaelson's lips at her brother's childishness. "Did Elijah ask you to tell me that?" she asked, briefly glancing at Klaus in the passenger seat before returning her gaze to the road.

"No, surprisingly, but I know he would want me to do it," he replied, finally looking at his older sister.

A sad, heartbroken, indescribably lonely atmosphere fell over the both of them. After a brief hesitance, Freya dug into her courage and spoke up. "He loves you Klaus, I hope you know that. I haven't known him long, but I'm not sure I've ever been more certain in anything. He loves all of you, Kol, Rebekah, Marcel, Hayley, Davina, Hope. More than anything." she finished in a whisper.

Klaus' eyes filled with tears, "I treated him so horribly," came his reply, his voice breaking and thick with emotion as the moisture rolled down his cheeks without him even bothering to try and wipe it away.

Looking over at her younger brother, Freya too was suddenly overcome by sadness, even if it was for someone that she barely knew. "He loved you all the same Klaus, there's nothing you could ever do where he wouldn't," she told him, meeting his gaze head-on.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, the hybrid leaned back in his seat, staring absently at the ceiling. "I wish you could have met him before we all became monsters," he said, "you would have adored him, I'm sure, just like all of us did, sometimes even Finn."

"I already do," Freya whispered, "I've scarcely known him for more than a few weeks but living without him already seems impossible."

A small, watery smile danced on Klaus's lips as they now sat in a long, but comfortable silence. Both were lost in their own thoughts, replaying their last moments with Elijah. It was simple things, that had seemed uninteresting, normal, habitual, maybe even boring at the time. But now, they were precious beyond words. Calming conversations while he listened endlessly to every word. Standing over a desk as they looked over agreements between the werewolves and vampires. Sitting together in a tentative peace while they almost counted down the seconds until another threat came forward.

Those memories were so often that they almost all blended together and you could hardly pick out individual days and events along the timeline. But to imagine all of those moments, happening so often, where they would have to be with their thoughts alone and read over papers and contracts by themselves. Have all of those dull, unimportant, bland moments of life without Elijah there, have to go through them all on their own. It was unthinkable, so lonely that it physically hurt, just to even imagine it. Going through a whole day without Elijah, felt like the entire world might fall apart. And to be honest, it might. A world without Elijah there to hold onto each of them tightly and never let go was a world where they would all drift and fall apart from each other.

Freya went through her few, precious memories of her brother, one after the other, over and over again. She recalled the first time she had met him, thought that he was strange and quiet, dark and mysterious, dressed in a full suit. He had barely spoken, and when he had, his voice had been strained, his answers were short and seemed somewhat forced. The first real words he had ever spoken to her had been in her room on her second night in the compound. He had been hesitant but had looked deep into her eyes, his own filled with a harrowing sorrow, and had spoken two, simple words before leaving. "I'm sorry."

Elijah didn't need grand gestures and elaborate speeches to be a memorable figure, although he was famous for those as well. Often, his curt, plain responses were what held the most weight, were what told the most of the story. His last words to her had been repeating themselves in her head as well. "It's not your fault, brother, none of it was. Nobody blames you." and again, two, simple words, with the same look in his eyes, "I do."

*A/N* Thanks again for reading, I hope you liked it. In the next chapter we'll switch over to see how Kol, Rebekah, and Marcel are progressing!

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