Lizzie x Y/n Mikaelson

Chapter four: We're not family

I jolted awake, feeling someone passing their hand into my hair. Taking their wrist I twisted it, at least I tried but they didn't flinch. I looked up and instantly let it go.

« Shit, I'm really sorry Miss Mikaelson, I didn't want to...

- It's okay Y/n, she cut me. How are you feeling ?

- Like I was shot, I laughed. But I'm fine, I think the healing process is really helping with the pain. Is Lizzie okay ? I asked worriedly remembering what happened.

- She's also fine, she hasn't hurt, you saved her Y/n. And call me Rebekah okay, make me feel old, Miss Mickaelson, she mimicked me laughing.

- I mean you are old... like a 1000 years old ?

- Right... and you are ? She trailed off.

- I'm seventeen, a year younger than your niece.

- Okay, but more seriously I wanted to ask you something.

- Go ahead.

- Hope told me about your story.

- Yeah... I hope she only said I was pretty badass and not the bad stuff...

- Well I'm her aunt so she told me the essential about your origin. Which brings my next question. Would you like to come with me to New Orleans ? Visit one of my favorite places and meet your family, she asked hesitantly.

- If Alaric allows it, I'll come with you. But even if I wished to, I have no family, I said standing up from my bed.

- Don't s...

- And I have something for you. It's from my twin. She always saw you as our mother and she made me promise to give it to you. I said, giving her the letter from my backpack to her. I'm sorry, I apologized. She should have been here to meet you.

- What was her name ? She asked, her brown eyes looking like she was holding tears.

- Jessica, but I called her Jess. She has the oldest twin, I smiled sadly

I miss her. She should have been here, she is pure and I'm just an experiment, she should have lived, not me.

- Don't say that Y/n... she started to say.

- I need air, I'm sorry this is all new and I can't, I'm sorry, I said leaving the room.»

I ran outside, deep into the forest, until the only sounds I could hear were from birds and the wind. My breath started hitching from flashbacks from Jess and Dave's death. I slided down a tree, my hands on my ears trying to calm me down. Jess used to help me control my emotions, anger as much as anxiety, hugging me when I needed it, making me laugh. Now I was alone, crying. But maybe I was wrong, I thought as I felt a soft hand on my jaw lifting it up. It was Lizzie, the beautiful blonde, she had a short breath and was sweating a bit like she had run.

« Look at me, the young woman said. Stand up, I know how to help you.

- How ? I asked holding her arm to stand.

- Scream. Breath in and scream, she affirmed. »

I did so. My scream was followed with a blast of magic that made the trees trembled and leaves fall to the ground. But damn, it felt so good, so relieving to let it all out.

« How did you know ?

- My twin, Josie, made me do it once, and I've never felt better.

- She seems like an amazing sister, I said thinking about mine. But how did you know I was here ?

- I saw you running out of your room when I went to see you, she answered shyly.

- Lizzie Saltzman, you wanted to see me darling ? I asked a bit cocky.

- Yes but don't make it a big deal, she blushed while trying to hide the effect I had on her with a sassy town.

- I need to find your father.

- Changing the subject, thanks, she laughed.

- I mean yes, but I also really have to see him.

- Why ? You're not leaving are you ? She panicked.

- Hey breath, darling. I'm not Liz. Rebekah just want me to meet the Mickaleson and I agreed even if they were not family.

- What ? They are ? And you need to stop with the nicknames.

- No Liz, and also no, I'm just an experiment.

- You're way more than that. In the few days I've known you, you saved us from Triade, you saved my life. You are Y/n Mickaleson, the hottest one of your family and a complete badass.»

I smiled shyly, hugging her tightly. Maybe she was right, maybe Dave too. I didn't have to be alone.

Rebekah's pov:

Y/n accepted to go to New Orleans with me which made me happy. But when she started talking about her twin, I felt the same pain that I felt when I thought Klaus had been killed and Elijah sacrificed himself for Hope. Even if I never met Jessica and it was my first meeting with Y/n I felt instantly connected to them. They were the kids for whom I wanted to take the cure for. But right after finding one, I learned that I couldn't save them both. She gave me a letter from Jessica.

She left after that submerged by the pain. I letted her go thinking she needed time and space. Instead I read the letter:

Hi Rebekah,

You'll never meet me but I am your daughter, kinda. I really hope Y/n will explain everything to you or I will hunt her in her sleep. I tried to resist the pain to meet you but it's too hard. I know my sister will respect her promise and show this letter to you, one day. So listen closely. She is a sweet kid, just like me but she doesn't know how to explain her feelings. She won't say it, but she wants to be a real Mikaelson. It's always been her, our protector Dave and I. But I know that each night she dreams of you saving us, even if she won't say it to you. I really hope that you are like we imagined from what we knew about you, a kind and good person that will love and take care of my twin. Even though I never met you, I put all my trust into you.

I love you mom,

Your daughter J.M

The tears I was holding back, flooded unstoppable. I put the letter in my pocket, careful not to put water on it. I breathed in and out trying to calm myself. I was going to protect Y/n and make her know she was my family, a true Mickaelson and honor Jessica's hopes. And for that I was going to make sure everyone will behave and be here when we go to New Orleans which was going to be the hardest part.