For All My Love And Rage |Originals AU

11. Madman Shouldn't Have Children (Rebekah)

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"Well," Rebekah said, glancing around at her brothers. They sat still, staring at the kitchen door after Freya left, barely breathing.

"Finn? Are we doing this by order of the oldest to youngest?" She said, nudging him.

Finn shrugged, focusing his attention on Henrik and smiling softly. "I'll go... soon..."

"Kol?"

"Hm... ladies first?" He joked half-heartedly, avoiding his sister's eyes.

"Cowards." She cursed jokingly, rolling her eyes and scoffing. Rebekah expected them to retort, say something, curse back, react. But none of them moved, not even looked at her. It was strange to see them all so still and quiet. Yet Rebekah could not judge them. Her mouth was dry, her lips trembled. She wanted to scream, cry and hide away, never talk to anyone again. But she needed answers. They all needed it.

"Don't worry, Nik." She said, trying to keep her voice steady. "We are all together now. We won't let him hurt you. Ever again..."

Klaus nodded, too shocked to meet her caring eyes. "What if that's not what he wishes to do..." Klaus muttered, more to himself than to her. "What if Mikael wants to..." He swallowed, wetting his lips and brushing away tears.

What else could Mikael want? Klaus desperately wished to say it out loud, make it true, pray for it to happen. But he didn't dare do it. It was too impossible to be true. It's a fantasy, one all the Mikaelsons dreamt, at some point. Only a fantasy...

"Well, then—then we will do something about that too..." Rebekah said uncertainly, raising her chin and gathering her courage.

Throwing a last glance at her brothers, Rebekah Mikaelson took a deep breath before marching to face Mikael.

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"Rebekah...." Mikael muttered, gazing at her, a soft smile on his lips. "You look well."

"Whatever fatherly rubbish you're thinking to spit out, save it." She said dryly, her ferocious gaze burning through his soul. "Nothing you say matters to me."

"I see... I understand it, too..." Mikael sighed, lowering his gaze and staring into his half-empty cup. "Is there anything I can do to—to help you, now?"