If I could turn back time

No shit Shelock

"Josie ?" Hope asked in amazement, as her eyes fell onto Josie. Throwing her book aside, landing with a dull thud against the grass, she stood up and ran towards the young brunette whom she had missed dearly.

A wide smile spread on the siphoner's face as she watched the girl she cared for run towards her with vigour. She had started to doubt her and Lizzie's plan would work. She had spent multiple days with her nose tucked inside a book. Eventually, after having read everything with even a footnote on parallel universes, Josie's slither of hope to get the Mikaelson heir back grew dim. Fortunately for her, her twin, who had a sneaking suspicion the school library (that contained grimoires alongside superman comic books for christ's sake) wouldn't hold the answers they needed, had phoned a reliable source.

A few days later, Josie was sat in the far corner of the library, her hands lifting her head up as she lazily read a grimoire she had found tucked underneath the sofa. Unsurprisingly, it was as useless as the rest.

With a huff, she snapped the book shut, letting her head fall onto the hard cover as she closed her eyes. As if on queue, a book slammed onto the table and the insufferable sound of a chair scraping against the floor caught Josie's attention. She jerked her head towards the sound, blinking a few times before meeting her sister's gaze.

"What do you want Lizzie ?" She asked, her voice slightly hoarse for not having spoken much in the last few days.

"Why the glum face, Jo?" Lizzie asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"Why do you think Lizzie? There is absolutely nothing in this damn school that can help Hope !" Josie exclaimed, attracting the few eyes in the library towards her. Sighing, she covered her face with her hands, massaging the forming headache overwhelming her.

"No shit Sherlock." Lizzie replied, rolling her eyes. "That's why I phoned someone who is actually useful, unlike dad who seems to be embracing his inner Tyrion Lannister." Lizzie replied as she reached for the book she had brought with her. Josie pulled her hands away and watched as her twin flipped through the pages until she stopped and shoved the book into the brunette's face.

Josie grimaced as she pulled away slightly and took the copy in her hand. Skimming the first few lines, her heartbeat accelerated.

"Who gave this to you?" She asked, her eyes lifting off the page to watch Lizzie intently.

With another roll of her eyes, Lizzie sighed.

"Aunt Bonnie, who else? I explained our situation with Toto, the friendly wolf, and Bonnie sent this over. She said something about pocket universes - MG would love that, Josie thought - and whatnot before telling me she'll send us that." She said, pointing to the grimoire now resting on top of the closed one.

Josie looked back at the spell in front of her and muttered the ingredients necessary under her breath.

"And you're sure this is going to work?" She asked. The spell looked old, complicated but promising. Eyeing her sister once again, Lizzie replied with a simple shrug. "Then I guess it's worth a shot."

Indeed it was, Josie thought as Hope slowed down to a jog as she reached her. Her auburn locks seemed to shine under the sun, accentuating her features. Josie's heart did a little flip at the sight. The tribrid's smile was wide. She looked good, great even, and her eyes, my god how she had missed Hope's piercing blue eyes.

"Josie" Hope whispered almost lovingly to her. She went for a hug, ready to be engulfed in all things Josie. Her warmth, her perfume that, when worn, barely hid her natural scent of vanilla but alas there was nothing. No warmth. No vanilla. Nothing to ground her to the siphoner. Nothing to reassure her she was really there.