You stretched, slowly blinking your eyes open. The bed was incredibly comfortable. Though, now that you thought about it, you didn't remember how you got in it. The last thing you remembered was...
You shot up. The spell. Freya hadn't been kidding when she'd said "immense pain", though that seemed like a slight underestimation now. Had it worked?
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to focus on finding the memories that had eluded you for so long. Only one way to find out.
You opened your eyes again, feeling tears pooling. You jumped out of bed and flung the door open. You practically flew down the stairs to the courtyard. Everyone but Klaus was there, and they immediately got up when they heard you.
"I remember," you whispered.
The next few moments were a blur of happy hugs and laughing, plus a few tears. Elijah directed you upstairs.
Klaus was in his painting room, facing away from you. You lightly rapped on the door. "Nik."
He turned. Your eyes watered again, and you smiled. "It worked, Nik. I remember."
You took a small step forward, waiting for a reaction. The corners of his mouth slowly turned upward. You let out a small laugh and ran towards him. Klaus caught you, laughing as well, and spun you around a couple times.
You tightened your grip on him. The familiarity you felt and knowing what was causing it–the feeling was almost indescribable. You were home, and you were safe.
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Remember
FanfictionYou have no idea who Klaus Mikaelson is to you. You have no idea who any of the Mikaelsons are to you, for that matter. Thing is, they seem to know you. If what they're saying is true, how are you going to get your apparently missing memories back?
