Remember

Part 2

It didn't seem you had. Klaus didn't live alone, apparently, but with his family. His sisters Rebekah and Freya, his brother Elijah, his daughter Hope and her mother, Hayley. They were thrilled to see you at first (not counting Hope, who was a baby and asleep in her crib upstairs) until they were informed of your apparent amnesia.

Then came the grueling task of trying to get rid of it. Spells, potions, medications–you name it, they tried it. Well, you tried it. Days turned into weeks, which turned into months. Three, to be exact.

You were tired and frustrated. Everything about the compound, about the Mikaelsons, was so familiar to you, yet you couldn't remember anything. They were all understanding and sympathetic, which should've made you feel better. Instead it made you feel worse. They were trying to get back someone they knew, someone who looked like you, sounded like you, acted like you, and you couldn't be that person.

Okay, so maybe not everyone was so nice about it. Klaus was...well, he was an ass about it.

He insisted you keep going when you were exhausted. He was convinced there was something that would work and they just hadn't found it yet. He was pissy when you said you were tired. According to him you weren't trying hard enough. The pleasant, helpful man who had rescued you was gone.

You kept quiet in the face of this and let his siblings shut him up. They seemed to do a remarkable job of it. Like tonight.

Freya had done a spell to help you focus and stay calm. It lasted about an hour with you trying find hidden memories. There was a small breakthrough, in fact. You remembered laying on a couch, nearly asleep. Soft music was playing, though you couldn't tell what exactly. There was someone else in the room as well, but the memory was gone before you could figure out who.

You were excited. You finally remembered something. Suddenly all the work you'd been doing felt worth it. But, while you were excited about the recovered memory, the spell had left you exhausted. It was late, you were tired, and you wanted to go to sleep.

Klaus, on the other hand, didn't think that was necessary. He thought you should keep going and find another memory.

Which led you to now. The whole family was arguing over what you should do, and you'd had enough.

You got up from the couch, tired of the real-life soap opera in front of you, and made your way to the stairs. Klaus appeared in front of you, blocking your way.

"Where do you think you're going?" He demanded.

"To bed," you replied.

"You're not finished."

"I am tonight."

He opened his mouth, but you cut him off. "I'm tired, Klaus. You might not need much sleep, but I do. There's no point in continuing if I'm too tired. I won't be able to focus. In fact, I might just fall asleep anyway. Now, if you'll excuse me."

Klaus didn't move. Suddenly you were incredibly pissed and past the point of manners.

"Get the hell out of my way, Klaus. I don't care if you want me to keep going. I'm my own person and I make my own decisions. Right now I've decided to go to sleep. If you don't like it, you can kiss my ass."

With that you shoved past him and up to your room, paying no mind to the others below.