Shoot your One-Shot

'Incendia.'

Ship(s): Hosie (Hope & Josie)

Character(s): Hope Mikaelson, Josie Saltzman, Lizzie Saltzman, Kaleb Hawkins, Milton 'MG' Greasley, Alaric Saltzman

Location(s): Josie's subconscious, Hope's room

Story type(s): neutral/fluff

Extra: Hope and Landon never dated. This one-shot takes place after 2x16.

Credit: writingispasion

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"Any updates, Josie?", Alaric asked. "Nothing new. I can still feel her presence in my mind, and, yes, it's still causing me a horrible headache." Alaric sighed: "Alright. Thanks, honey... and I'm sorry about the headache. We'll find a solution soon." Josie nodded and smiled weakly, allowing her eyes to drift off to Hope, who was laying on her bed. MG walked over to the brunette and handed her another aspirin. Josie thankfully took it from the boy, even though the previous three didn't show the faintest effect.

Hope was still stuck in Josie's mind. She had found a way to turn her body back to normal after being a stone statue for some time, using magic. Luckily, Josie slew her dark side, so the horrifying, magic-sensing creature Josie's subconscious created couldn't hunt Hope down. After the young girl had turned back to normal, she started to scream for help, wanting to get out of Josie's subconscious: "Hello? Hello! Can anyone hear me?!", as expected, she didn't get a response.

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Back in the real world, Hope still laid on her bed, sleeping and seeming peaceful. Around her stood Alaric, Lizzie, Josie, Kaleb, and MG. They were heavily arguing and brainstorming on how to get Hope back. Neither of them had slept in the past twenty-four hours, seeing how busy they were. Alaric sat down on Hope's fauteuil, MG got settled on top of her desk, talking to Lizzie, who was leaning against Hope's closet door, Kaleb was nervously pacing around the room, flipping through the pages of an ancient book and Josie sat down on Hope's bed, next to her.

Josie's headache had suddenly gotten way worse, not a minute ago. The brunette guessed it was caused by everyone chaotically talking at the same time, trying to come up with a reasonable plan that didn't include self-sacrification or operating with the Necromancer, even though it felt like her head was screaming at her. It was as if she had used dark magic again. The brunette just breathed through the pain and thought about all the memories she had shared with Hope; the good ones, like when they finally saw each other again after she and the rest of the prisoners returned from the prison world, and the terrible ones, like when she had accidentally burned down Hope's room when she was younger.

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Meanwhile, in Josie's subconscious, Hope was still busy yelling: "Is anybody here?! Josie?!" The second that name escaped Hope's lips, an average-sized, plain, oakwood door appeared about fifteen feet away, right in front of her, poorly hidden behind a big, green bush. The teenage girl approached the door, suspiciously looking around her to make sure this wasn't some kind of dirty trick that another crazy creature tried to pull on her.

After she opened the oak door, she was greeted by a pitch-black room. When she got used to the darkness, she spotted a scene in the distance. It looked like a slightly faded memory. She saw a young girl around the age of 12, on her knees in front of a door exactly like the one she had just opened. It was Josie. She was holding something in her hands. Hope carefully stepped closer to the scene in front of her, trying to catch more details.

Josie held a note. She was reading it, with her knees glued to the wooden boards that formed the floor. She often looked around her to check and see if anyone was watching her. She seemed like she was hesitant to take action to whatever she was about to do.