In which Henrik Niklaus Mikaelson gets transported Into another universe- where he was alone all alone. Without his twin, Hope- and all his remaining family.
He had no idea what to do- but he needed to find a way back, he couldn't just leave his si...
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Henrik frowned, Mellissa hadn't looked at him or Scott in a while, no doubt still shocked and scared because of what she had witnessed.
Scott was desperately trying to get her to talk to him, while Henrik understood that she needed space.
Space.
He needed space as well.
He needed space.
But now he found himself in front of Stiles's house.
He stood at the door, and blinked.
He didn't even remember walking all the way here.
Had he shifted into his wolf form? No. He still had all his clothes on.
Why was he here?
Maybe he just wanted to see if she was alright.
He had seen the look in her eyes, she hadn't cared that Matt drowned. And a huge part of him didn't either.
He was positive he would have ripped the boy to shreds, no one hurts his- his... friend? Is that what Stiles was to him? A friend? A doppelgänger. A doppelgänger who was his friend? Who made his hear beat increase? Who paid attention to the smallest detail about him. Who make him laugh.
"Henrik?"
The boy looked up at the girl's window, "hi." His voice was nervous and he sounded like a little school girl, palms sweaty.
"What are you doing here?" Her hair was open, and fell down in soft waves, she was wearing a while shirt, the first two buttons were undone.
"I don't know."
"I'll be down in a second."
And now he was inside her house, sitting on a chair of the counter, while Stiles went around the kitchen looking for marshmallows.
"I- how are you? After everything that happened- with Mat..."
"Don't. Don't say his name. Please."
"I- how are you Stiles?"
"I'm fine." She turned around and gave him a smile.
"You do realise that I can tell when you lie to me right?"
"I- how am I supposed to feel? He's dead. He drowned. And he killed so many people. So- so many people- and not because he had no idea what was going on- he just wanted to take revenge- I- I don't... he had photos of me Henrik! Photos that- I. I wanted to rub my skin raw. I don't care that he died. I'm happy he is."
"Stiles."
"What?"
"If he hadn't died that day. I would have killed him myself."
She halted for a second, "And I would have given you an Alibi."
He stared at her back, "I- I'm really sorry for what he-"
