Lightning Strikes Twice

Sixty Seven

The Mikaelson siblings were gathered together, over Klaus going through a wooden box of old letters.
"You collect trophies from all your victims?" Freya asked incredulously.
"Letters to their loved ones, to be specific." Elijah added oh so helpfully.
"It was a phase."
"A phase that created enemies for the rest of time." Méalla countered. Klaus shot her a glare.
"A phase in which we were forced to learn a different kind of stealth." Elijah said.
"A stealth I'm going to have to return to soon. You all keep searching, I'm going to check on Alex." Méalla said to her siblings, leaving them in the study.

"Why are you bloody?" Méalla asked her daughter as soon as she walked into Alex's room. She was holding a wet rag to her shirt, wiping at the blood.
Alex's hand flew up to cover the stains. "Nothing!"
Méalla quirked an eyebrow. Alex sighed.
"Revenge."
Méalla looked at Alex, unimpressed. She gestured for her to continue.
"That's all you need to know." Alex dodged her eyes.
"Excuse you?" Méalla's eyebrows shot up.
"That came out wrong, sorry Mom. It's just nothing to worry about, that's all."
"Sure it is. Alex, come here." Méalla sat on the edge of Alex's bed. She held out a hand to Alex, who sat next to her. Méalla brushed some hair out of Alex's face. "You're too young to become like me and my siblings. So is Hayley. And Cami. And Davina."
"What do you mean?"
"My siblings and I, we have been alive for a millennia. We have seen the darkest acts of humanity, and we have committed some of the worst atrocities. That is why we are so callous and violent. You, Davina, Hayley, and Cami? None of you have been alive for even thirty years. Hope is still so fresh for you. Don't throw it away through your grief." Méalla put her hand on Alex's shoulder.
"Killing isn't going to make you feel better. Not in the way you think. And you especially. You are a child. You and your sisters? You are this family's hope. Hayley, Davina, and Cami? They are the grounding this family needs. You are such a sweet soul Alex. Don't become like me."
Méalla desperately tried to make Alex understand.
Alex started to cry softly. "I just miss him so much. It's my fault. I could've saved him!" Alex fell into Méalla's chest. Méalla grasped her tightly.
"It will never be your fault, Alexandra. You are young, you were injured, you were filled with poison. Jackson would tell you the same thing."
"I could've saved him! I'm powerful!" Alex said through her tears.
"You're incredibly powerful, Alex. That doesn't mean you're infallible. Jackson wouldn't be able to bear seeing you like this. Carry your hope through for him. Carry it for your sisters."
Alex nodded gently. Méalla stroked her hand through her hair. She held Alex tightly, trying to be an anchor through her grief.
"You'll change the world someday, Alex. It's okay to not be at your full strength anyway." Méalla whispered into her hair.

"Méalla, get down here!" Elijah yelled from downstairs. Méalla pulled away from Alex confused.
"The hell is it now?" She muttered to herself. She brushed some hair out of Alex's face and kissed her forehead.
"Now, Méalla!" Elijah yelled.
"I'm coming, Jesus Christ Elij-" Méalla's words stopped dead. Kol's original body was standing in front of her. Alive.
"Baby brother!" Méalla jumped onto Kol, clutching him tightly. "You're alive. She did it." Méalla whispered softly.
"I'm here." Kol said to her. Méalla untangled herself from Kol, turning to see Davina behind her. She wrapped the girl in a tight hug.
"Thank you for bringing him back. Now I want all the non explicit reunion details when we're alone." Méalla winked at Davina, who went red.
Klaus took his turn at lunging at Kol, pulling him into a fierce hug.
Once they pulled away, Kol turned towards the rest.
"Hello, Elijah."
"You haven't aged a day." Elijah said to Kol.
Kol turned towards Freya, confused. Whether he actually was or not.
"And you?"
"Freya."
"Right. Long lost older sister. Speaking of twists and turns in our family tree, where might Rebekah be?"
"That's a long story. And one reserved for family. Davina can see herself out." Klaus said pointedly.
"Davina is family, Niklaus. Whether you like it or not." Méalla reprimanded.
Kol made a face, agreeing with Méalla.
"Uh, are you-" Klaus cut off Kol at what presumably might have been the next word, serious.
"As per usual, our family faces a multitude of threats. The sooner you become acquainted with them, the better. I won't have you distracted."
"By Davina? You know, if you could only pull your head out of your-"
"He's right Klaus." Méalla interrupted. Kol's only just home, five more minutes of peace sounded nice to her.
"Kol, it's okay. I'll go." Davina told Kol.
"Davina." Kol protested.
"You can make it up to me." Davina smiled at Kol.
"And I will. Dust off that fancy dress, because we're going dancing." Kol smirked at Davina. Méalla winked at her from over his shoulder. Once an older sister...
Davina kissed Kol, the two smiling before she turned to leave and walked out of the compound. Méalla couldn't help but smile.
"Dancing, huh? That's what they call being horizontal together these days?" Méalla smirked at Kol.
"Be quiet, it's not like you haven't used that line! Besides, we're actually going to do some dancing!" Kol whined, his younger brother mode being activated.
Méalla just laughed at him. Alex came down the stairs, having heard all the commotion.
"Kol?" She said.
"Ahhh, the adopted wolf! How's my goddaughter doing?" Kol smiled at Alex.
"Wait, how come he's godfather?" Klaus complained.
"Like either of you are a good fit! I'm her godmother!" Freya joined in.
"Because you are new and that is false.I'm reigning godparent to all three of the next generation." Elijah said smoothly.
"None of you are. Jackson became Alex's godfather when I adopted her." Méalla put the issue to rest. Alex smiled at her. Klaus opened his mouth to complain, but Elijah shot him a look.
"But I am godfather for Saoirse?" Klaus said instead.
"Am I godmother for Hope?" Méalla aked rhetorically.
"No, you're the stepmom." Kol joked. Méalla smacked him.
"He's not wrong." Elijah shrugged.
"You're supposed to be the polite one!" Méalla looked at him in disbelief.