"I know you have to go, but that doesn't mean I like it," Morgana said. "Or trust it. God only knows what the Ancestors want, or who you'll even be talking to."
"I know, love," Klaus replied.
He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. She took it and held it there. "Just try not to piss anyone off."
"No promises. In the meantime, I'd like for you to go with Elijah and Marcel to retrieve one of the bones."
She smirked. "Because no one trusts the two of them alone together or because I'll be antsy without something to do?"
"Two birds, one stone."
She released his hand as he dropped it. He kissed her cheek and started walking away. "I'll see you tonight."
"Be careful," she called after him, crossing her arms.
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"Great, two babysitters," Marcel complained.
"Quit your bitching," Morgana snapped. She'd been waiting by his car. Elijah had beaten her here. "I don't trust the two of you alone in the same building together, let alone a road trip. So if I'm to play babysitter, then you're both the babies."
She gestured to the car. "Now if you'd be so kind as to open the door, I'll climb in."
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They pulled up at a barbeque shack along the road.
"Good thing we brought the German sports car," Elijah said.
"Says the man in the five thousand dollar suit," Marcel shot back.
"Nine. If we're counting. I'm not a barbarian."
Morgana finally made it out of the car, finishing up a round of curses. She turned to them and pointed at it. "As nice as it is, next time we're taking my car."
"You drive a Jeep," Marcel replied.
"And you have an attitude problem."
"Alright, look, your expert better pay off. Otherwise we're wasting time that we don't have."
"See, that's so very hurtful, Marcellus," Elijah sighed. "And here I thought we were having a marvelous galactic adventure together."
"Funny, I don't remember leaving the planet," Morgana said drily.
"The only reason you invited me on this little road trip is so you could play bodyguard," Marcel said.
"Babysitter," Elijah and Morgana corrected at the same time.
"Keep my power from falling into the hands of the Hollow, right? See, you're always working some angle to protect your family. At least Klaus is upfront about it, but you with your manners and your suits and your handkerchiefs..."
"What do you want me to do?" Elijah asked. "We're under threat."
Morgana was glad Grendel had stayed home. He would've clawed them to shreds by now.
"I know that," Marcel replied. "And I know how you handle threats. You made that clear when you tore my heart out five years ago. And just so we're clear now, there's no way I will ever forgive you for that."
"I don't expect you to," Elijah replied. "I certainly never forgave myself."
Morgana muttered something about taking a walk and went off.
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She didn't get very far. Alaric Saltzman--the "expert" everyone was talking about--called to let them know he'd run into some trouble and couldn't make it to the barbeque shack. When they pulled up next to him on the road, it was obvious why.
