Rebel Just For Kicks: Kol Mikaelson [1]

39: Klaus

Once Klaus had compelled Katherine not to do a number of things, she'd been released from her chair too, allowed to join MJ in untied fear.

MJ didn't sleep that night.

She had tins of enchanted teabags at Ric's apartment, so she didn't need to sleep if she didn't want to. And she didn't want to. Even once Katherine had risked nodding off, curled up in a corner, MJ still didn't feel comfortable doing so herself.

Luckily for her, even if Klaus wasn't sleeping either, Maddox was, so when a note appeared in her jacket pocket, she was the only one who felt it arrive.

A note from Bonnie.

'I'm safe, where are you?'

She kept her hand in her pocket, burning the note in between her fingers to make sure Klaus would never see it, then got up to grab her own journal.

"What are you doing?" He asked the moment she moved.

"Adding to my notes."

After a moment of staring at her, he nodded, and she flopped onto the couch.

He was staying in the kitchen area like a guard dog, protecting the spell sheets and the fake moonstone. He clearly hadn't realised it wasn't the real one yet, and she had about a day and a half before the glamour spell wore off and outed her scheme.

She wished Bonnie had mentioned Elijah.

Until MJ knew her plan was in action, she'd have to play safe – which wasn't a bad thing, since it would keep her alive, but it was a thing that built up anxiety in her head.

"Ah, yes," He mocked dramatically, "You're notes!"

"Can I ask why you chose Klaus?" She sat up, "Why not Nik?"

His bravado faltered, utterly confused by the randomness of the question, "That's what you're thinking about right now?"

"I'm thinking about how long it'd take an Original to grow a heart back," She corrected innocently, "But I thought I'd start with something smaller."

He chuckled, "You wouldn't be able to get my heart out of my chest."

"Oh, I know," She twiddled her pen, "This is out of scientific curiosity."

"A morbid curiosity."

"Same thing."

Klaus stepped into the central area of the apartment.

"You New Orleans witches," He tutted, "Always so twisted."

She rolled her eyes, repeating, "Why Klaus?"

"What's wrong with Klaus?"

Was he getting defensive?

She kinda wanted to laugh.

"It sounds dumb," She shrugged, "Nik's a nicer name."

"Nik's a boring name. It's the name of a weakling."

"What did 'Nik' ever do to you?"

"What did 'Klaus' ever do to you?" He retorted.

"Kidnap me."

Silence.

He smiled and returned to the counter.

"Are you not going to sleep?" She asked.

"And give you a chance to rip out my heart?" The sarcasm was evident.

"You know I'm not hurting you while you're in that body," She huffed, "Can I have my phone back yet?"