A life where Hope 'Mikaelson' doesn't know her real father...
This is a story of what if Jackson and Hayley had successfully run away with Hope.
DISCLAIMER: This story relies heavily on the reader having seen the following shows:
The Originals, Th...
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"Hope?" Hayley knocked on her daughter's door. "You awake?" The hyrbid tried to listen in to see if she could hear whether or not Hope was awake, but she heard absolutely nothing. Not even breathing.
"Hope!" Hayley shouted. She tried to open the door, and shuck the knob violently, but it wouldn't open.
Jackson came rushing out of the bedroom, "Hayley?! What's going on."
The hybrid rushed away from Hope's door, past Jackson, and into her bedroom. She quickly pulled out a drawer to her dresser, then pulled out a candle; a dark object. Jackson followed Hayley with concern, but she was too occupied to answer him. She walked back to Hope's door, lit the candle, then set it in the ground.
A click came from Hope's door, then it opened. Hope wasn't inside. Hayley stood up, and looked at Jackson with worry, "Where is she, Jackson?!"
"How could this happen?!" Jackson walked up to the door and pushed it all the way open so they could see the entire room. "Hope?!" He shouted, but it was obviously useless.
"Jack," Hayley gripped her hands together and shook her head. She began crying, "She wouldn't just run off... oh my god."
Jackson pulled Hayley into a hug, and she cried into his shoulder. "We'll find her, Hayley. We will find her." They both closed their eyes.
•*•*•*•
"Merry Christmas! Enjoy the Christmas cheer. All here at the Mystic Grill! Then, at 3 pm, the town's Christmas tree lighting ceremony!" A man shouted from the front of the grill. He greeted everyone into the Mystic Grill.
Hope walked up to him, simply wanting to walk inside. The man asked, "What's someone like you doing all alone on Christmas...?"
"I'm—," Hope began. She stuttered, then continued, "I'm not alone. I'm meeting someone here," she smiled, thinking about Niklaus. Well, her father.
"Well, come on in. Wouldn't wanna keep you waiting out here in the cold," the man welcomed Hope inside. He opened the door, causing bells to jingle, and the witch went inside.
She looked around the place for her father. Many of the people seated at the tables were in couples. After long enough, she spotted Niklaus. He stood by the bar counter. She walked up to him with a wide smile on her face, and immediately they hugged. "Dad," she said with a calm smile on her face. All night she felt so worried, but when she was with him, everything just felt so calm and perfect.
"Hope," Klaus wrapped one arm around Hope's back and the other around her head. He had a few cheerful tears after thinking about the reason she was here. What he and she had spoken about just last night. Klaus closed his eyes and whispered in Hope's ear, "Thank you."
"Cheers to that!" The bar tender clanked a glass with one of the customers at the bar. "Now that's an amazing Christmas greeting," he looked at Klaus and Hope. He shouted so that everyone in the grill could here, "Drinks are on the house for the next hour!"
