Rebel Just For Kicks: Kol Mikaelson [1]

48: Smells Like Teen Spirit

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MJ got up early the next morning. She'd gotten home from the High School, climbed into the shower, and almost passed out. Her body had been strained from the entire situation - Stefan taking way more of her blood than she'd realised, and she'd crashed from finally getting to a semi-peaceful environment.

Rubbing healing lotions in during her shower had helped, but the trace of the bite was still on her neck.

She was applying the second treatment while talking to her mother.

"Senior Year...you excited?" Her mum tried.

"Don't do that?"

"Do what?"

MJ motioned to her healing pad, "Pretend you're okay with this."

"I'm not okay with it," Ana said clearly, "But as you reminded me when I tried to stop you getting involved last year. I can't actually help you."

MJ paused, guilt washing over her.

She'd said that sentiment in a very tense situation.

She cleared her throat, "Being able to talk to you is all I need."

Her mum was standing behind her, hands gracing MJ's shoulders as she brushed her hair back.

She'd gotten used to never feeling the small things her mum did, it sucked, and if MJ could change it, she would, but the sentiment wasn't a lie. She needed her mum. She needed to be able to see her face and talk to her. Seven years of having her mother there was one of the best parts of being a witch, she'd never truly need to let go.

Ana pressed a kiss to her forehead, "You're a senior."

"I got here," MJ smiled.

"You're eighteen."

"I'm eighteen."

Her mum finally stepped back, looking at her with loving eyes.

MJ's phone buzzed.

Klaus.

He was momentarily leaving town...

MJ lost a little bit of sympathy for Elena after learning she hadn't fled the first chance she got. Klaus had ended up with a buttload of blood before running out of town, Damon revealing that he'd found Mikael to scare him off.

Her mum sighed, "You're not gonna stop getting involved, are you?"

"This is where I want to be, as awful as last night was," MJ stood up, watching the last of the bite fade, "I care about these people, and they care about me."

"I hope you're right."

MJ raised an eyebrow.

"I really hope you've found people who are worth it."

"Don't you think they are?" MJ knew her mum spied on her life sometimes.

"I think some of them are great."

MJ snorted.

"And I also think you've angered a lot of spirits."

"I got that message," MJ assured her, thinking back to the exploding candles, "But if the ancestors are powerful enough to mess with me, why don't they just take Klaus down? That way he couldn't use me to 'imbalance nature'."