*This chapter isn't as original as I wanted it to be, it pretty much falls the episode but I tried to make it different but I just couldn't do it in a way that I liked. I hope it's still good!*

"Well, well, well, well... If it isn't the bastard himself," Mikael snarls at Klaus. "Have you come looking for another beating, boy?"

"Go ahead," Henrik snarls back, taking a step forward. "Touch him and see what happens," Klaus lightly grabs his jacket and pulls his brother back to his side.

"Henrik," Mikael greets, his glare lessening. He knew his son had returned from the dead but this is the first time he's seeing him in person. He wished things had gone differently that night. He wished Henrik had survived. He wondered how different things would have turned out had Henrik lived.

"As much as I'd love to kill you again," Klaus states, bringing the attention back to himself. "I wonder if our interests might be better served by joining forces. You know full well the threat we face. So, how about it, Mikael? Care to join the bastard son on a witch-hunt?"

Mikael's obviously intrigued. Henrik leads the two of them toward a restaurant where they take a booth by the window. Mikael goes from glaring at Klaus to glancing at Henrik. He wonders what kind of man Henrik turned out to be.

Henrik meets Mikael's look a few times but otherwise ignores him. He doesn't remember much of his human life but he remembers Mikael's cruelty. Growing up Henrik and Klaus always confided in each other when Mikael became too much. When Klaus said he was going to confront their father, Henrik instantly stood to join him. He wasn't about to let his brother face the man alone.

They sit at the table silently. Mikael's glaring, Klaus looks far too smug, and Henrik is uncomfortably fidgeting. Henrik glances at the white oak stake his brother is fiddling with in his hands. Klaus is holding Mikael's stare as if daring him to make a move for the weapon. Mikael doesn't.

"You want some fries with that stake?" The waitress jokes, looking at the wooden object in Klaus' hand. Klaus smirks and lets out a small laugh. "I bought one of my own at Marie Laveau's voodoo shop,"

"I'll have a bourbon, please, sweetheart," Klaus orders. He smirks while he looks at the waitress. If Claire had been with them she would have pouted at Klaus for calling her sweetheart. His little witch hated when he used sweet names for other women. He didn't do it often but when he did it was mostly to get a reaction from her. He loved how her nose would scrunch in anger.

"Nothing. Leave us," Mikael snips not giving her a glance. The waitress leaves awkwardly. "I despise this city," Mikael growls.

"Feel free to leave," Henrik told him. Mikael glances at him but Klaus brings the attention back to him once again.

"Cut to the chase, shall we?" Klaus suggests not interested in small talk. "Your precious Freya told me she sent you off to procure certain items that will expedite the death of your sister-in-law. May I assume you completed your task?"

"There are three elements total. Combined, they represent Dahlia's sole weakness. If you'd like to try and take them, by all means, have at it," Mikael taunts.

"Your mind always drifts to violence, doesn't it?" Klaus asks. Henrik glances at his brother and raises his eyebrows. Klaus ignores him. "Even when you're so clearly outmatched. What is it you tried teaching?" Klaus spares a glance at Henrik.

"The true Viking warrior hones his fear like a blade," Henrik quotes, boredly.

"Did you come here to critique my parenting skills? Or, to whine about how little you were loved?" Mikael asks. Klaus glares. "You were weak before, but you are weaker still,"

"Weak is someone hunting down a boy they had raised simply because the boy's whore of a mother fucked another man," Henrik spits back. Mikael looks at Henrik slightly taken back. 

Klaus nudges his knee against Henrik's. It's a gesture of gratitude.

"If you truly thought me weak, you would snatch this weapon from my hand," Klaus states, holding up the stake. "But, you don't, because you know better," Mikael glares at him. "I suggest we focus on our common enemy. Rather than bringing your materials to Freya, drawing her into a fight she may not survive... why not join me? If we win, both our daughters will be free. If we lose? Well, at least you'll die knowing the bastard finally got his due,"

A few seconds later the waitress returns with Klaus' bourbon. Mikael scars her off before either of the brothers could order anything else.

"Father and sons, working together," Klaus smirks. "I admit, I never thought I'd live to see the day, and that's something, coming from me," 

"And what makes you think I need your help?" Mikael wonders. "Others may tremble at the mere mention of your name, but I know you for what you truly are - a little boy desperate for a daddy," Mikael snaps.

"A thousand years ago, perhaps," Klaus concedes. "I don't need validation from anybody anymore, especially from the likes of you," Klaus growls. "I am everything you are not. I am a protective father and a loving mate. I will destroy anybody that threatens my family including you and this witch,"

"And why would I trust you?" Mikael asks.

"Because Rebekah's unborn child and my daughter's life depends on it!" Klaus snarls. "And you love your daughter as I love mine," Klaus leans back, his fist still clenching around the glass. "You see, we're fighting for the same thing, you and I... To save the lives of the ones who do not see us as the monsters that we truly are... The only one in your case,"

"Alright, Niklaus... Tell me what you propose," Mikael relents.

"You have the means to make the weapon we need... All that remains is to go for the kill," Klaus mutters. A second later, Henrik nudges Klaus. Henrik nods to the waitress that's returned to them. Her eyes are white.

She raises her hand toward the window beside them. Their eyes widen as they realize what she's doing the second she does it. They dive out of the booth as the glass shatters.

When they look back at the waitress her eyes are back to normal. She seems confused and scared before scurrying away. 

Klaus jumps to his feet and offers his brother a hand. Mikael stands on his own and brushes the shattered glass off of himself.

"It would appear Dahlia shares that sentiment," Mikael growls, marching for the door. Klaus grabs his arm before he could leave.

"One final hunt together?" Klaus suggests. Mikael rolls his eyes. Henrik slaps his shoulder.

"Do try to keep up, old man," Henrik says, walking out the door. Mikael follows him with a smirking Klaus behind him. From there Mikael leaves to gather the materials while Klaus and Henrik find Davina.

"Did you get what I need?" Davina asks, setting up her end of the spell.

"It's on its way," Henrik tells her, nodding to Jeremy who's leaning against the wall beside Davina.

"And you're sure this will kill Dahlia?" Davina asks.

"If it doesn't, we have another plan," Henrik assures her. Klaus sends him a look wanting to avoid using their fall back plan.

"Claire?" Davina guesses. 

"Claire?" Mikael asks, coming into the alleyway. "I've heard of her power but have yet to see it in person,"

"Stick around and you might just experience it first hand," Henrik says, an excited smirk on his lips.

"Dahlia's minion remains within St. Anne's Church," Mikael explains.

"Clearly, it's a trap," Klaus comments.

"Of course, it's a trap!" Mikael rolls his eyes. "And how good is it that we bring surprises of our own?"

"I know of a few others that would enjoy springing a trap," Henrik says.

"Get them, we'll meet you there," Klaus says, agreeing with his brother. Henrik eyes Mikael before speeding off.

"Do you have what I need?" Davina asks, crossing her arms. Mikael lifts it to her gaze before handing them to her one at a time.

"Soil from Dahlia's homeland, that which links her to this mortal coil. Along with Viking ash, that of her oppressors, the source of her immense hatred. And finally, blood of her adopted child, my beloved daughter Freya, the closest thing to love that miserable witch has ever known,"

"And the weapon you want me to bind these too?" Davina asks kneeling on the ground.

"Use this," Mikael suggests, puling out a knife.

"You just wouldn't be you if you didn't have a knife, would you?" Klaus rolls his eyes.

"Well, perhaps you can steal it later and dull it's blade with your 'art'," Mikael rolls his eyes. Klaus chuckles and moves closer to Davina.

"Chop chop, little witch, we don't have all night," Klaus tells her. She rolls her eyes and begins the spell.

Henrik runs back home where everyone is under one roof. He peaks out the back where Claire is cuddling Kaylin on the porch keeping a close eye on Madelyn, who's running around with Finn and Kol in the grass.

"Henrik," Elijah greets. The youngest brother turns around and walks toward Elijah. "Has the weapon been made?"

"Davina's making it now," Henrik tells him. Before he can get further, Asher and Freya come inside. "I thought you two were going somewhere safe," Henrik says, frowning his eyebrows.

"Dahlia found us," Asher explains. Elijah and Henrik look at each other.

"She intends to make her move tonight," Freya explains, her voice shaking. Asher steps closer to her. She leans towards him seeking his comfort. "Klaus and our father will be her next victims,"

"We have a plan," Henrik assures her. "We have the weapon that will kill her. I was just coming here to see if Elijah would want to join the witch hunt,"

"You're just going to waltz right into her trap?" Freya asks.

"Is there any other way?" Henrik jokes, smirking. "We know where she's going to be and we know how to kill her,"

"Don't underestimate her, Henrik," Freya pleads.

"It's her who shouldn't underestimate us," Henrik shoots back. "Why don't you stay here... You've dealt with enough over the centuries," Henrik suggests, his voice softening. 

"I know her," Freya says. "I can help," Henrik glances at Elijah who shrugs nodding.

"Well, then, we better hurry up before the party starts before us," Henrik says leading his brother, sister and future in-law toward the church.

Mikael and Klaus are the first ones at the church. They walk between the pews but it seems as if the church is empty. They both know better.

"Well?" Klaus asks loudly. "What are you waiting for, you crone?"

"Now that you've arrived... not a thing," Dahlia state, appearing by the alter. The two men look at her. She eyes them both before lifting her hands and summoning dozens of people under her control. "Let us begin,"

"Ha ha ha," Mikael smirks. "We are well-met... So be it. Are you ready?" He asks Klaus.

"I was born ready,"

A second later they both lash out. They both take down a handful of people with ease but Dahlia quickly grows bored. With a turn of her hands both Klaus and Mikael fall to their knees in pain.

"Ah, I should have warned you. My acolytes are rather formidable," The two vampires force themselves to their feet. "I gifted them with a fraction of may power," One of the witches tosses Mikael across the church. "... To help level the playing field,"

Klaus growls as he's lifted into the air and thrown back to the ground.

When the two vampires get back on their feet they begin attacking again. They kill and feed from the witches, slowly making their way toward Dahlia. Before long all of her minions are dead.

"Quite the operatic performance. Though, that is the thing with these grand tragedies. In the end, all the heroes die," Dahlia threatens clenching her fists. 

Both Klaus and Mikael grown in pain. The knife is forced from Mikael's possession as they both fall to their knees.

When Dahlia releases them their both too weak to stand. Klaus falls to his front and forces himself to crawl toward the knife. He knows it's a long shot but he can't stop until she's dead.

"You struggle with such passion... All in defense of the ones you love," Dahlia is obviously impressed but Klaus couldn't care less. "An honorable quality. One I had not anticipated, given the reputation that precedes you," Klaus reaches the knife an grips it in his hand. "Still, a bit too little too late," She says as he forces himself to stand. He lunges for her but Dahlia forces him across the church.

"Klaus," Henrik  mutters, appearing beside him.

"About bloody time," Klaus mutters.

"Thought the almighty hybrid could handle it on his own for a few minutes," Henrik teases, while looking him over. "You'll be fine, stop being so dramatic," Henrik mutters giving Klaus some of his blood to give him strength. Klaus groans but grabs his hand using his brother to help himself stand.

"My Freya," Dahlia greets, surprised to see her in the middle of the church. "You do realize that this so-called family for yours is simply using you for your power?"

"No. You're the one that used me for a thousand years! No more!" Freya shouts. 

"So be it," Dahlia snaps. She lifts her hand and puts Freya in a telekinetic choke-hold.

"No!" Mikael lashes out before Asher could. "Stay away from my daughter!" He bellows stabbing Dahlia in the stomach with a makeshift stake.

"Don't you know I'm too powerful to kill?" Dahlia snaps throwing Mikael away from her before pulling the stake out. When she stands, Elijah tries to fight her but is thrown to the side as well. Henrik grabs the knife and speeds toward her but when he reaches her she disappears with the knife.

"Where'd she go?" Henrik asks, but nobody can answer him. Klaus helps Elijah up and Henrik does the same for Freya. A second later, Dahlia reappears.

"We all have weaknesses," She says. When they turn toward her she vanishes and comes back behind them. "You came here to exploit mine. And, in doing so, you lost the one thing you could have used against me," She lifts the knife. "The weapon you created, now rendered useless,"

"No!" Freya shouts when Dahlia destroys the knife.

"Now that we've disposed of that little trinket, perhaps we can focus on the issue at hand? After all, I seek only that which is owed to me, nothing more. Give me the child, and you all may live. Deny me, and, well.. you've had a taste of my power. I can't imagine you hunger for more," 

Dahlia vanishes again.

When they return home Claire all but attacks Klaus with a fierce hug. She holds him tightly, her body shaking in his arms. She had felt him desiccate and feared the worst. It had taken both Finn and Kol to keep her from going to the church.

"Shh, I'm alright, sweetheart," Klaus whispers, kissing her head. "I'm alright," 

"What happened?" She asks, pulling from him. "Is anyone else hurt?" She asks, her eyes instantly going between Elijah and Henrik.

"We're fine," Henrik assures her. He kisses the top of her head and rubs her back.

"We were out matched," Elijah says. "And the weapons been destroyed," Claire's shoulders fall.

"So, this is the infamous Claire," Mikael says, coming into view. 

"Mikael," Claire states.

"Where's Dahlia now?" Rebekah asks, from within Asher's embrace.

"She can be anywhere. There wasn't a trace of her left in the church," Elijah growls.

"She's done with us for the night," Freya says, bitterly. " No doubt, she wants us to take some time to wallow in our defeat,"

"Defeat?" Klaus asks. "I disagree. We saw her face, we took her measure. IF that's the best she's got, quite frankly, I'm unimpressed,"

"Her aim was not to impress us," Mikael argues. "She wanted us to reveal our sole weapon, and like fools, we did," He snaps.

"Am I hearing things, or did our brother just exchange words with our father?" Rebekah asks.

"Rebekah," Mikael smiles. Asher's grip around her tightens. "I'd know that wicked tongue anywhere," His eyes look down at her round stomach.

"Enough," Klaus growls. "My patience, like this farce of a reunion, is at an end,"

"Agreed. There only is one question here... What exactly are we doing?" Elijah asks, his eyes glancing to Claire. Klaus glances to her as well, scowl coming to his lips as he thinks about her plan.

"This was not my plan!" Freya shouts. "You rushed it and made but a single weapon! Of course she took it from you. And now, we've lost what advantage we had and used up the very materials we needed to kill her,"

"It's a bit histrionic. Your materials are easily found. Let's take stock, shall we?" Klaus suggests. He points toward Freya. "There's an ample supply of your blood, Norwegian soil is hardly scarce... What else? Ah, yes... The ashes of Dahlia's Viking oppressors,"

"Only priceless relics gotten with great difficulty at a museum. Lost due to your worthless strategy!" Mikael argues.

Klaus speeds towards Mikael and pins him toward the wall. Henrik holds Claire to his chest at the sudden movement. Klaus pushes the tip of the white oak stake into Mikael's chest. Mikael doesn't fight, he simply watches Klaus.

"No!" Freya screams, going to stop Klaus but Elijah holds her back.

"If I feel even the faintest touch of your magic, Freya, I will end him with a flick of my wrist!" Klaus threatens. "You don't seem surprised," Klaus notes.

"Betrayal is in your nature, boy," Mikael tells him.

"No, it's not," Claire says. "Not anymore. He's more of a man than you'll ever be you fucking coward," Claire snaps at him. 

"Don't look at her," Klaus growls, pushing the stake deeper into his chest. "You don't get that privilege," Mikael gasps in pain but looks at Klaus. "Why her?" He asks. "You fight for her, for lovely Freya, the daughter you barely know. But there was a time where you knew me as your son! A time before all the disappointments, the revelations of betrayal. There were moments where all you had to do was be my father! And even then, you despised me, didn't you? I want to know why..."

Claire struggles in Henrik's grip, desperate to get back to Klaus. He holds her firmly to his chest.

"I don't know... I just... did," Mikael confesses. Klaus glares at him.

"Are those your final words?" Klaus asks. Mikael looks to Freya.

"Freya... I'm so sorry... I love you-" Mikael screams in pain as Klaus pushes the stake the rest of the way in. Freya falls out of Elijah's grasp sobbing as she looks at Mikael's burning body. In seconds Asher is by her side holding her to his chest. Rebekah watches them. Deep down she knows but she doesn't want to admit it to herself.

Henrik releases Claire. She steps toward Klaus but stops when he turns to face everyone. He looks at Freya and then his siblings.

"Viking ashes is indeed rare? All you really need is a burning Viking corpse," Klaus says before walking off. Claire quickly follows after him.

Klaus can hear her but doesn't slow until he's out of the room. He waits for her to catch up before turning to take her into his arms. His head falls into the crook of her neck.

"I've got you," She whispers, holding him tightly. "It's alright, I've got you."