chapter two

elijah's trip to bora bora

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        JORDANNA HUFFED IN annoyance as she stared up at the ceiling. She was bored and frustrated. Firstly, Klaus had put her on house arrest, I mean, seriously?

        What the fuck? Was she twelve?

        Was she fuck.

        Secondly, was she going to listen?

        Obviously not. Who the fuck do you think she is?

        Anyway, since Elijah's disappearance, if you'd call it such, ( which was total bullshit, by the way, because Jordanna knew. Klaus didn't say anything of it but she could still tell, I mean, seriously? What, did he go on a trip to Bora Bora to swim with pigs or something? Catch up on his tan? )

        Most certainly not.

         Jordanna was bored and sick to death of staring at the same four walls in hers and Klaus' room, although she did spend the night with the Marshall werewolf because of Klaus' irritating questions.

        Why didn't you tell me?

        She did, the note.

        Duh.

        But, of course, Klaus meant properly.

        Like a whole face to face conversation about the little shit hibernating in her stomach.

        And the answer was simple. Because she didn't want to.

        A half truth, I guess, the main reason she didn't say anything was because she was scared. It felt like one of those situations where if you don't talk about it, it'd go away.

        Unfortunately for her, it wasn't, and this was very much here to stay.

        Unlike her will to live.

        Seriously though, what does he expect her to do for the next couple of months? Sit at home and play housewife ━ cleaning up and cooking meals ready for him to return from a day of work?

        Oh right, he doesn't work.

        He's just an immortal hybrid who kills people for fun and has a very strange obsession with becoming king of New Orleans.

        Jeez.

        The witch's head banged against the bathroom door repeatedly in agitation, turns out the little shit was laid on Jordanna's bladder ━ according to Miss Marshall and that, sadly, gave Jordanna the need to pee every five fucking seconds.

        And to top off her day of absolute dog shit Caroline had been relentlessly texting the witch about a fucking baby shower. I mean, seriously?

        And it didn't help the blondes excitement when Bonnie and Stefan kept butting in every two seconds with little idea's that Jordanna was sure made the blonde squeal in pure bliss.

        Whatever, if Caroline wanted her to have a baby shower, she'd have one.

        Only joking.

       Jordanna hates babies remember? Why the fuck would she basically throw a party dedicated to one.

        Odd.

        Anyway, back on track, Christ. The witch pulled the bathroom door open with a sigh, her eyes falling onto the brunette werewolf sat on the bed, flicking through one of Jordanna's grimoires in curiosity.

        "What're you doing?" The witch pulled a face as Hayley's eyes flickered through the pages, an astonished look plastered on her face.

        "I don't get it. How do you understand any of this?" Hayley blurted out as she looked up at the witch before back down to the book in her lap.

        "Uh ━ it's pretty simple, Hales, but you are quite simple minded so I understand it'll be hard for you," Jordanna snatched the grimoire from the brunette's hand.

        "I'm gonna pretend I didn't take offense to that." The werewolf narrowed her eyes.

        "Okay, you do that," Jordanna put the book down on the bedside table before grabbing a hairbrush and throwing it at the Marshall woman.

        Hayley held the brush up with raised eyebrows. "What are you doing?"

        Jordanna plopped down onto the bed in front of the werewolf. "I am doing nothing, you, however, are doing my hair."

        Hayley groaned. "You can do your own hair, Jords. Move."

        "Fuck off, ass-face," Jordanna mumbled, throwing the girl a hairband. "I'm pregnant, meaning you have to be nice to me and do as I say."

        "Yeah, pregnant, not immobile," Hayley rolled her eyes.

        "Just shut up moaning and do it," Jordanna told her ━ the werewolf huffed and began brushing the witch's hair.

         "Are you actually gonna listen to Klaus and stay here?" Hayley questioned after a few minutes.

         Jordanna turned her head slightly, giving the werewolf a side glance, "no, are you stupid? I need air, I'll die if I stay here any longer."

        "It's been like two days," Hayley deadpanned.

        "Two days too long," Jordanna sighed. "Besides I need to pick up my other grimoires, I wanna get rid of that stupid spell keeping us in New Orleans."

        "Klaus will not be happy," Hayley sang as she began French braiding Jordanna's hair.

         "Yeah, well, Caroline will kill me if I don't come visit her soon," Jordanna rolled her eyes playfully. The blonde had been incessantly nagging at the witch to come see her, though it had only been around 3 weeks ━ turns out Blondie has serious separation problems when it came to Jordanna, Bonnie and Stefan had texted a few times ━ the occasional phone call here and there.

        Hayley chuckled as she began tying up Jordanna's hair. "All done, your highness," Hayley patted the witch on the head before pushing her off of the bed.

         "Bitch," Jordanna mumbled, picking her body up as she made her way into the en-suite. She stopped in front of the large, lavish mirror and began pulling down strands at the side of her face.

          "Wanna watch a movie?" Hayley called from her place in the bedroom.

          "Sure," the witch grinned. "Clueless?"

           "No, we watched that two days ago, Jords."

           "Legally blonde?"

            "We watched that yesterday, idiot."

           Jordanna sighed, "10 things I hate about you?"

           "We literally just watched that ━" Hayley stopped abruptly as Jordanna popped her head out the door with an expectant look on her face. "━fine."

           "Great!" Jordanna grinned giddily. "You get the food, I'll put the movie on."

            "On it, boss," Hayley rolled her eyes, shooting Jordanna a middle finger as she climbed out of the bed.

          "And be quick! I like to watch my film while eating!" Jordanna neared the small TV set up in the room.

            "Of course, your highness!" Hayley yelled back from down the hall, sarcasm dripping from her tone.

           Jordanna hummed in approval before throwing her body down onto the bed as she waited for Hayley to return. She better bring some chicken nuggets ━ at least this baby craved good food... not some weird, crazed foods like sausages and jam. I mean, surely you would've heard about those odd food cravings. Toothpaste. Ew. Dirt. Yikes.

         Jordanna's head snapped to the door, breaking her thoughts as she began hearing voices drift upstairs. 

        Jordanna groaned in dismay before she pushed her body off of the bed and began making her way out of Hayley's room ━ pulling the door open, a smile graced her lips as she quietly listened in.

         "Hello. Not the maid," Hayley voiced in annoyance.

        "Right. You're that werewolf girl, JJ's friend."

         Jordanna snorted, making her presence known as she made her way down the stairs. "Put the poker down, dumbass," Jordanna mumbled to Hayley in passing, who sheepishly held up a poker stick in defence of The Original standing in front of her. 

        "Bekah!" Jordanna threw her arms around the blonde as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "My favourite Mikaelson has returned."

         "You say that to all of us," Rebekah mumbled against the witch's hair.

         "Yeah? Well, I mean it with you," Jordanna smiled sweetly, pulling away from the Mikaelson.

        "It's good to see you, Jords," Rebekah smiled, playing with the end of Jordanna's single braid.

         "I can imagine so," Jordanna mused. "I'm fun to be around."

         Though her smile was wiped clean off of her face as soon as the blonde smacked her on the head.

         "Ouch! ━ Hey!" Jordanna smacked the blonde on the arm in retaliation. "What the fuck was that for?"

         "Are you joking? You didn't tell me you were bloody pregnant when we spoke on the phone," Rebekah huffed. "I had to find out I'm gonna be an aunt from, Elijah."

         "Aw, poor Rebekah," Jordanna snickered. "My apologise, Bex, you will be the first person I go to if I get knocked up again."

         Rebekah raised her eyebrows.

         Hayley pursed her lips.

        Jordanna physically cringed.

         "Yeah ━ no, this," Jordanna gestured down at her abdomen. "Is not happening again."

         "I thought not," Rebekah smiled before glancing over at the werewolf behind the witch. "Who's this? Replaced me already, have we?"

         "Certainly not," Jordanna winked, linking her arm through Rebekah's ━ turning to face the brunette. "Rebekah that's Hayley. Hayley, Rebekah."

         Rebekah smiled bitterly in the Marshall's direction, "pleasure, I'm sure." 

         Jordanna let out a disgruntled noise, capturing the attention of the blonde, Rebekah's eyes skimmed down the witch's body with a tilted head. "I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby bump ━ guess you're not showing yet."

          "Nope," Jordanna shook her head. "No baby bump yet, Bex."

         "Hm."

         "You have your brother's manners," Hayley voiced out, eyes narrowed at the blonde.

         "And his temper too, so watch it," Rebekah, too, narrowed her eyes at the other girl before she turned her gaze to her best friend. "Where's Elijah?"

         "I don't know," Jordanna shrugged. "Ask, Nikolicious."

          "Ew," Rebekah shuddered at the name and turned her head, looking at the brunette with raised brows.

         Hayley sighed in annoyance. "Beats me. He's long gone."

         Rebekah's eyebrows pulled together, "what do you mean 'long gone'?"

         "Well, one minute he was here making epic promises about protecting Jordanna. He was all poetic about how we're family and then Klaus told us he bailed. Guess that's what we get for trusting a vampire."

         "Shut it you," Jordanna rolled her eyes. "Elijah wouldn't just leave, dumbass. He's got that whole 'you have my word' thing going on and to be honest, he hasn't broken it so far."

         Rebekah nodded, "Elijah doesn't break promises. Which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like." Rebekah's face had annoyed written all over it as she sauntered into the parlour, screaming like a mad man on crack. "Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!"   

         "Oh, Bekah, how I've missed you," Jordanna gushed, sighing happily as she followed the original into the room.

         "Enough with all the shouting," Klaus' voice filled the room as he pulled open a pair of doors ━ entering the room.

         Looking sexy, as ever, Jordanna would like to add.

         "Little sister, I should have known," Klaus rolled his eyes. "I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?"

         "They were very rude. Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the quarter," Rebekah tilted her head unapologetically. "So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends."

         "I do have friends, I have Jordanna," Klaus shrugged, smiling at the witch who stood and watched in amusement. 

         "She's your pregnant girlfriend, she doesn't count," Rebekah scoffed. "And besides she's my friend, not yours."

         "Jordanna is my friend as well as she is my girlfriend," Klaus rolled his eyes. "And I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you? Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the King of the Quarter now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you."

         "I don't care about Marcel or his rules," Rebekah snapped dismissively, rolling her eyes. "Elijah doesn't welch on deals. What did you do to him?" 

          "Perhaps he's on holiday . . . or taking a long autumn nap upstairs. Well, go on," Klaus waved his hand around carelessly. "Take a look around. You remember this house as well as I."

         "I remember everything," Rebekah turned to face her brother with a glare. "I remember how the drunken fool of a governor hid away all of our vampire sins in exchange for gold. I remember the lavish parties the governor threw, as if to impress you."

         "I remember finding a moment of affection with the governor's son, Emil, and I remember that even Elijah was happy."

         Jordanna pursed her lips as the blonde finished her story of how Klaus had killed the governor's son who she was in love with and of course, Klaus being Klaus, had such wise words as to why he killed Rebekah's lover.

         "Well, he wasn't good enough for you," Klaus shrugged from his place on the couch.

         "No one was ever good enough for me, Nik. You made sure of that," Rebekah rolled her eyes once again. "Now where is Elijah?"

         "Yeah, Nik, where's 'Lijah?" Jordanna smiled sweetly at him as he scowled at her.

         Always siding with Rebekah.

        Suddenly, Klaus' phone began buzzing, the hybrid checked the screen and stood up without a word.

         Rebekah moved, stopping him from leaving. "Where are you going?"

        "It appears the night is not quite over yet. I'm off for another drink with Marcel."

        "Elijah told me your plan to take apart Marcel's empire, piece by piece," Rebekah narrowed her eyes. "I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry together."

        "I know you don't have many friends Rebekah, but what some friends do when they get together is they drink. And when they drink, they tell secrets," Klaus smirked slyly. "Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches in the Quarter, and I am to uncover the 'how', so I might take it for myself. Finding Elijah isn't on my to-do list today."

         The two girls followed after the hybrid as he made his way to the door, turning around the Mikaelson pressed a small kiss to the witch's cheek. "Try not to die, sweetheart."

        "How sweet," Rebekah mumbled under her breath.

        Jordanna grabbed his arm, turning him to face her. "Let me come with you," she sighed. "I'm bored."

        "No."

        "Nik, let me come with you before I stab myself to death from boredom," Jordanna practically pleaded.

        "Jordanna, sweetheart, I need you to stay here so I know that you are safe and I promise you that I will take you somewhere, okay?" Klaus placed his hands on either side of her neck.

        Jordanna huffed, head falling back in annoyance, "it better be good Klaus, and I mean like you taking me to a really, really big Prada shop good." 

        "I promise you, it'll be worth your time," he pressed a kiss on her head before turning back to the door. He pulled it open before glancing back at his sister. "Oh, and welcome home, little sister."

        "You two are disgusting," Rebekah mumbled as the door shut behind Klaus.

          "Fuck off." The witch grumbled. 

         "You, wolf girl!" Rebekah called out, turning to face Hayley as she tried to sneak off. "We're going to search this house inch by inch until I find what my evil brother has done to my good one, you're helping."

        Hayley sent Jordanna a look before standing up. The werewolf began following after the original but stopped in her tracks as Rebekah abruptly stopped upon not hearing Jordanna's signature heel clicks behind her.

         "What are you doing? Get moving," Rebekah gestured down the hallway.

         "Erm . . . I don't think so." Jordanna grimaced.

         "Why not?" Rebekah scowled.

         "Remember when I lost my shoe and you didn't help me look? Well, this is payback," Jordanna shrugged, twirling her braid around her finger.

         "That was a bloody shoe, Jords. This is my brother, your friend, might I remind you," Rebekah narrowed her eyes.

         "Yeah, well, it was Prada, Bex. Prada," Jordanna shook her head at the memory of when she and Rebekah skipped school and got absolutely shit faced which resulted in the witch losing a Prada boot ━ which was still, sadly, missing to this day.

         Of course she had gotten a new one, Klaus had bought, ( well compelled ), her a new pair after growing tired of her incessant moaning on how she was devastated about her missing shoe.

        Rebekah tutted, walking past the brunette she grabbed Jordanna's arm, muttering something along the lines of 'bloody complicated,' though Jordanna wasn't sure because of the sea of curse words that followed after that.

        The original began leading the two through the large house, heading down a spiral staircase. Jordanna's eyes squinted at the sudden darkness that surrounded the trio. Lucky for Hayley and Rebekah they could see perfectly fine with their supernatural abilities, Jordanna on the other hand was struggling, causing her to bump into Hayley's back as they reached the bottom of the steep stairs.

        "Watch where you're going, stupid," Jordanna grumbled under her breath, shooting the back of Hayley's head a glare.

        "You bumped into me, dumbass," Hayley retorted. 

        "Hush now," Rebekah silenced them. "The governor had lots of secret rooms. I'll show you his favourite."

        His favourite?

        "You're not taking us to some ancient red room are you?" Jordanna questioned curiously.

        "Don't be silly," Rebekah chuckled. "His little sex dungeons are at the other side of the house."

        "Good to know," Jordanna nodded with a small smirk.

        "Why the Hell is that good?" Hayley grumbled, glancing back at the witch. Jordanna merely sent the wolf a suggestive wiggle of her brows.

        After walking a little further, Jordanna's eyes scanned her surroundings. They were stood in a dusty cellar covered in a ton of cobwebs. 

        Ew.

        Her eyebrows shot up at the coffins laid out on the floor.

        Klaus and his coffin obsession, Christ.

        "You think Klaus killed him," Hayley said breathlessly, staring at the coffins in horror. 

        "Incorrect," Jordanna pointed at the werewolf.

        "We can't be killed, silly girl," Rebekah sighed in annoyance. "That doesn't stop Klaus from finding ways to torture us. He has a set of mystical silver daggers. One in the heart sends us into a deep slumber. Klaus gets his jollies from keeping us in a box until he decides to pull the dagger out. That must be what he's done to Elijah." The blonde pointed to a coffin with a frown. "That one's mine."

        Hayley's eyes widened. "He keeps your coffin on standby?"

        "Exactly. Because Klaus is an asshole like that, keep up Hales," Jordanna tapped her heel against the floor impatiently.

         "He likes to be prepared for when his family members inevitably disappoint him. Elijah isn't here ━ he must have stashed him elsewhere."

         "I feel sick," Hayley placed her hand on her stomach.

        "Welcome to the family, love. You both should've run the second you realised Elijah was gone."

         "No can do Bex, I'm not running away from your brother while I'm pregnant with his kid, I do love him, you ass," Jordanna raised her eyebrows. "Besides, I can't."

        "What do you mean?" Rebekah furrowed her brows.

        "The witches have put some sort of hex on Jords, as long as she's carrying that baby she can't leave New Orleans. If she does they'll kill her," Hayley answered.

        "Why don't you break the spell then?" Rebekah questioned.

        "Oh, wow ━ my God, why didn't I think of that?" Jordanna placed a hand on Hayley's arm drastically as she turned to face the original. "Jesus, Rebekah. Do you think I'm stupid? Of course I thought of that, but apparently if I use too much magic me and the baby could die. Fun, I know right? I just need to go pick up my grimoires then I can break every single fucking spell they put on me." 

        Rebekah shook her head. "I can't let you leave, Jords."

        "Eat my ass, Bex, it'll be quick," Jordanna rolled her eyes.

         "If Nik finds out I let you leave, he'll kill me."

          "So he won't find out, duh," Jordanna spoke.

           "Jordanna-"

           "I'll go with her," Hayley told the blonde. "I'm dying to get out of this house anyway."

        "I don't need a bodyguard, Hales," Jordanna shook her head.

        "Tough, you're getting one," Hayley walked out of the room, making her way back upstairs ━ Rebekah following after her.

        Jordanna let out a disgruntled groan, throwing her head back in annoyance. "Assholes," she mumbled as soon as they were out of ear shot. When the witch finally began making her way up the stairs she stopped, something catching her eye.  

        The Jones backed off the step and walked back into the dusty cellar, bending down besides the coffin her lips curved into a smirk.

         "Well, well, well," she reached out, picking up the silver. "Now, what do we have here."

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        Jordanna grinned as she and Hayley walked down the busy New Orleans streets, she didn't understand why she needed a babysitter, though.

        If you think about it, she was pretty fucking safe. Firstly, she was a Jones witch for crying out loud, and I know, I know, the whole 'too much power . . . baby . . . death . . . yada yada' thing, but seriously? She didn't need magic to protect herself for Christ's sake, she had a knife in her boots and a pretty good right hook if she does say so herself.

        Secondly, Marcel. Duh. He literally introduced her to, like, all of his little group and made it abundantly clear that she was off limits. Besides, she was sure little Diego had a teeny weeny crush on her so she was A-Okay. 

         "I'm going to get a coffee," Hayley spoke. "You want anything?"

        "Some tequila," Jordanna grinned.

         Hayley gave her a pointed look. 

       "For after I give birth, asshat," Jordanna rolled her eyes. "The second this baby's out, I'll be stocked up and ready to drink my life away."

         "Charming," Hayley mumbled, walking off to a nearby coffee shop.

        As Jordanna walked in the opposite direction to Hayley, after she clearly told her not to, she found herself an interesting sight.

           Marcel and Klaus sat having a drink in a bar . . . well, well, well.

          A smirk pulled at Jordanna's pink, glossy lips as she made her way to the bar.

        This was totally dumb, right?

        Who am I kidding? Jordanna is literally the staple for doing stupid shit.

        Like, getting pregnant for heavens sake.

        Or . . . attending Elena Gilbert's parents funeral high as a kite ━ to say the least she got a little beating from Grams.

        Apparently it's disrespectful or whatever.

        Anyway, focus.

        The door of the bar swung open, Jordanna's heels clicked against the door, earning a head turn from Marcel, a grin slipped onto his lips as he spotted the raven-haired witch.

         "My, my. Look who it is," Marcel whistled, smiling toothily. "Jordanna Jones, in the flesh."

          "Hey, Marcey," Jordanna smiled, standing behind Klaus' chair ━ her hands holding onto the back of it. 

         "How you doin' baby J?" Marcel grinned.

        "I'm good, baldy, and you?" Jordanna smiled.

         "I'm better now that I've seen you." He laughed, which soon died off as he just remembered Klaus' presence. "Oh crap, J, this is-"

         "No need for introductions, Marcel," Klaus plastered a fake grin on his face, grabbing Jordanna's hand from the back of his seat he pulled her to him. 

         "No?" Marcel's eyes flickered between Klaus' hand on Jordanna's hip and back up to her face.

        Klaus shook his head in amusement. "Seeing as we're together it'd be quite pointless, don't you think, sweetheart?"

        "Hm," Jordanna managed out as his grip on her hip tightened a little toooo much ━ okay, maybe this was a dumb idea, he's mad.

        "Wow," Marcel choked out a laugh. "I'm sorry ━ the Klaus Mikaelson in a relationship? That's a sentence I never thought I'd hear."

        "What about you, Marcey? Any girls in your life?" Jordanna winked as she swung an arm around Klaus' shoulders before taking a seat on his lap.

       What? There were only two chairs and three people.

      She had no choice other than to park her ass directly onto Klaus' dick.

       "I don't have time for women, J." Marcel shook his head in amusement. 

       "Ah, c'mon," she grinned. "If Klaus can do it, I'm sure you can."

      "Well . . . " Marcel's eyes travelled to a blonde sat in the corner.

      "Ah, in pursuit of the bartender from Rousseau's, I see," Klaus followed Marcel's gaze to Camille.

        "She's a work in progress," Marcel replied sheepishly, taking a sip of his drink.

       "How adorable," Jordanna teased.

       "And yet here you are, pining over her when you should be eating her for lunch." The original grinned mischievously. "Oh, she must be special."

      "I'm surprised you didn't eat Jordanna for lunch either," Marcel leaned back in his chair, observing the couple. 

      Ha, well . . . he did somewhat.

      "Please," Jordanna scoffed. "He couldn't kill me if he tried."

      "And believe me, I've thought about it." Klaus grumbled under his breath.

      Marcel chuckled. "Business first. The coroner called. He's got my number in-case any dead tourists show up."

      "Let me guess ━ dead tourists with a stamp on the hand and vampire blood in their veins?"

      Marcel shrugged. "It happens. Someone takes a drunken tumble off of a balcony, or into the Mississippi . . . and today I got two of them to deal with."

      Klaus tapped Jordanna on her thigh causing her to stand as he heard Camille begin to gather her things, he rose to his feet before she could make it out of the door. "Excuse me, love. What's that you're studying?"

      Jordanna scowled.

       "Abnormal psychology," Cami said with a small smile.

      Klaus grinned. "Abnormal psychology. Well, perhaps you could help me diagnose my friend over here?" 

      Cami smiled at Marcel as Klaus led her over to their table. "He's been a little bit depressed, can't keep his mind off a girl. He tells me she's a queen fit for a king. I think he should cut his losses and move on. What's your professional opinion?"

        Jordanna's eyes narrowed.

       Cami's eyes focused on Marcel. "Be a nice guy and maybe the opportunity will present itself someday."

       Marcel jumped out of his seat as the blonde turned to leave. "How about tonight? Nine O'clock? I'll meet you right here?"

       "I'll take it under consideration," Cami responded before tugging the door open and making her exit.

       "Mm, harsh," Marcel commented, shaking his head with a smirk as he took his seat.

      Klaus chuckled, "I dare say I've lost my touch. Or you've lost yours."

      Jordanna pulled his hair as he took a seat, the hybrid clenched his jaw as he turned to look at the witch who stood with raised eyebrows. 

       "Ah, come on man," Marcel grinned. "You got yourself a girl, you haven't lost your touch."

       Seriously?

       Is it kiss Klaus' ass day or something?

       "Well," Jordanna sighed. "I gotta go, got a busy day ahead of me."

       "You need any help?" Marcel offered.

      "No. Thank you, though," Jordanna smiled down at him. "Just gotta pick up a few things then I'm sorted."

       "Be safe," Marcel pointed at her, his drink still in hand. "I still got my guys watching out for you, you should be fine."

      "How kind of you, baldy," Jordanna patted his round head. "Ciao for now."

      Just as the witch began walking away a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, the Jones fell into Klaus' body ━ who was now stood. 

      "Jordanna," Klaus mumbled in agitation as he peered down at her. 

      "Klaus," Jordanna mocked.

      "Get what you need and go back, do you understand?"

       "Loud and clear, Nik," Jordanna raised her eyebrows. "Anything else orr?"

      Klaus rolled his eyes before pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss before pulling away. 

        "Go on," he gestured to the door.

       Jordanna wiggled her finger in his face. "That's the last time you do that, you're still in the dog house, Nik."

      "Yes, yes," Klaus dismissively waved a hand. "Goodbye."

       "Asshole."

・❥・

        Jordanna sauntered down the street happily, a coffee in one hand and a box of chicken nuggets in the other.

      She had dropped by hers and Hayley's apartment after leaving Klaus and Marcel. The witch had picked up the rest of their stuff ━ including her grimoires. 

        The Jones made her way down Bienville Park, finding the brunette werewolf sat on the bench sipping on a drink.

      "Hey, sexy," Jordanna mumbled, taking a bite of her chicken nugget, before holding the small polystyrene box to her friend. "Want one?"

      Hayley's eyebrows shot up in surprise, she reached out, slowly taking a chicken nugget as the witch took a seat on the bench besides her.

      "You know, we should probably get back," Hayley spoke, taking a sip of tea.

      "Yeah, probably," Jordanna sighed, continuing to eat.

       Neither of them moved.

       "You wanna order pizza?" Jordanna tilted her head to look up at the werewolf.

       "Why not?" Hayley nodded. 

       Jordanna grinned, before her smile diminished as a branch snapped nearby. Hayley jumped to her feet, looking around for a threat as Jordanna mumbled curse words under her breath and slowly pushed herself up from the bench.

       Hayley gasped, earning Jordanna's attention ━ the witch turned to find one of Marcel's vampires stood in front of the werewolf with a glare.

      Jordanna sighed, great.

       "Dumb move, coming into the Quarter. You're coming with me wolf." He growled in the Marshall's face.

      "For fuck's sake, Angelo," Jordanna muttered, earning the guys attention. He was one of the many guys Marcel had introduced Jordanna to, her very own protection squad. Well, that clearly went to shit, didn't it?

      "Stay out of this Jones, I'm here for the dog." He spat.

       "Jesus Christ." She shoved another chicken nugget in her mouth before swiftly throwing her hot coffee onto his face.

      While the vampire, Angelo, was being extremely dramatic and screaming out in pain Jordanna strode towards him, twisting her fist, his heart flew out of his body.

      Okay . . . that wasn't so bad.

      She feels fine, that's great.

      "Chop, chop, Hales, we're leaving," Jordanna ran her tongue along her teeth as she picked up her food ━ the two turned only to be greeted with three more vampires.

       "Yay, more people." Jordanna rolled her eyes, tone sarcastic. Again, she jolted her fist, the heart of the guy nearest to her flew out as Hayley threw her tea onto the one closest to her, Jordanna's body spun as she got behind him, swiftly snapping his neck.

       Jordanna reached down and pulled out a small stake she kept in her bag and neared the other vampire. Smiling, she jabbed the weapon into his head, the screams of the man drowned out in her ears.

      She turned to Hayley with pursed lips. "Bet that sounds like a bitch with your hearing."

      "Just a tad bit loud," Hayley held up her pointer finger and thumb with narrowed eyes.

      "I'll shut him up for you then, shall I?" Jordanna smirked, before a scowl fell on her lips as his heart ripped from his body, his body dropped to the floor revealing Rebekah. 

        "Now, that is no way to treat a pregnant lady," Rebekah spoke with annoyance, peering at the bloodied heart. "I do hate bad manners."

      "Thanks, Blondie," Jordanna pouted looking down as the blonde threw the heart near Jordanna's feet. "You stole my kill."

       "A thank you would be nice, Jords."

      "Fuck off."

・❥・

        Jordanna huffed as she plopped her body down onto the porch steps as Klaus aggressively threw the last body onto a small pile in the front garden.

      "This is why I told you never to leave the house. Werewolves are banned in the Quarter, I had a plan! And your little stroll put it all in peril!" Klaus glared at them as one of the vampires from the pile began groaning, Rebekah began stalking forward to kill him. "Leave him! You've done enough, don't you think? Leaving a trail of bodies like a road map to our door?"

       "She did help us, Nik," Jordanna sighed as she laid down on the porch step, carelessly swinging her legs about above her. 

       "Yes, well, she didn't need to do that if you hadn't put yourself in danger, Jordanna," Klaus retorted.

       "Whatever." The witch shrugged as Hayley took a seat next to her, smacking the witch's leg as she waved it in front of her face.

       "And don't give us that crap about having a plan," Rebekah butted in, glaring at her brother. "You've had all the time in the world to execute a plan, and no one's seen you do a damn thing! Elijah made a deal to protect your child, so that it could save you from your selfish, rotten self. But you obviously don't give a damn about the child, or Elijah, because what have you done to honour it?"

       Jordanna's eyes flickered up to the Mikaelson's as he looked down at her, his eyes softened for a moment, she sent him a small smile before he glared back up at his sister.

       Even though Klaus might not show it in front of others, Jordanna knew he cared. The first night they had arrived, after he apologised, he had insisted that she stayed with him so he could 'keep an eye on them,' though she wasn't sure exactly what would happen in their fucking bed but that was Klaus for you . . . 

      Or the way that the next morning she woke up to Klaus running his fingers through her hair as he stared down at her abdomen.

      "I have done everything! Let me spell it out for you, shall I?" Klaus flung his arms around, if this wasn't a serious situation, the witch would've laughed. "From the day I arrived, Marcel hasn't trusted me. From day one, he's had his vampires ingest toxic vervain which, as you know, little sister, protects them from my mind compulsion."

       "I needed a spy, someone on the inside with me who Marcel would never suspect. So, I created a day zero and got there first. Marcel had just lost six vampires to your little murder spree, and he needed new recruits. So, I made the new one mine. Before he'd had even a drop of vervain. But we all know the real way to a man is through his heart so . . . "

       "Jesus Christ," Jordanna rubbed her head in irritation as Hayley rubbed her feet.

      Klaus grabbed a vampire from the pile ━ one who was seemingly alive. 

      Shame.

      "And this one ━ I'm gonna drain him of vervain, compel him to believe his mates found religion and moved to Utah━"

      Jordanna's head shot up, "fucking, Utah? Really?"

      "If you would mind shutting up, Jordanna, I'd be eternally grateful." Klaus rose his eyebrows, his words merely earnt him an annoyed eyeroll. "As I was saying, he can explain to Marcel why he lost three more vampires tonight."

      Jordanna huffed as she and Hayley rose from the porch steps, moving aside as Klaus began dragging the vampire into the house. The trio of women following after him with scowls on their faces. 

      Klaus dropped the nightwalker as he spun around to face the three. "Does anyone have any more questions? No? Good, because I have a question," Klaus' eyes narrowed on Jordanna. "What the Hell were you doing out after I told you to come back here?"

      "Quit your moaning," Jordanna scoffed. "I wanted food, so I got some. Do you have a problem with that, do I have to run everything I do by you first?"

       Klaus' jaw clenched, "did it occur to you that I'm just trying to keep you safe?" 

      "Leave her be," Rebekah sent her brother a look.

      "And I appreciate that, Nik, I do," her voice softened slightly. "But for the love of God, I don't need protecting, I can handle my own, okay?"

      Hayley flinched as Klaus sped towards the witch, his face merely inches from hers, though she didn't react, she just watched him closely. Klaus didn't know what he wanted ━ whether it be scream at her for being so reckless or hug her.

      Never in his life had he been so scared to lose somebody, his family, sure. But it was different when you cared so deeply for someone who wasn't blood. He didn't want to risk it, risk losing her . . . or the baby, even.

      Rebekah grabbed her brother by the shoulders ━ the angry look on his face growing as his sister pulled him away. "It's okay to care. It's okay to want something. That's all Elijah was trying to do, all he's ever wanted for you, all we've ever wanted."

      Klaus took a seat down on the stairs after he calmed down, his eyes flickering from Rebekah to Jordanna's.

      "I gave Elijah to Marcel."

      "What?" Rebekah questioned, in shock.

      Jordanna sighed, shutting her eyes as she listened to the two siblings.

      "Marcel was nervous. It's bad enough one original returned to town, but two? His crew was getting antsy. He wanted Elijah gone, so . . . " Klaus took a deep breath. "I gave him a piece offering."

       Shit.

      "You bartered our brother?"

      "Are you surprised?" Jordanna asked dryly.

      Klaus' eyes met Jordanna's. "I have a plan." He defended. "Gain Marcel's trust, dismantle his empire, honour Elijah's wish that that baby be born. I am executing that plan the only way I know how."

      "Fuck this," Jordanna walked past the three, making her way to the kitchen. "I'm hungry."

・❥・

        Jordanna sat down onto a chair besides Rebekah. Hayley following after the witch.

      "Your brother's a piece of work," Jordanna sighed.

       Rebekah scowled at the mention of Klaus.

      "What is it with you two?" Hayley questioned curiously. "You say you hate him, but the way you deal with him, it's so clear. Even when you hate him, you still love him."

        "I guess when you spend a thousand years with someone, deciding to quit them is like losing a part of yourself. But sometimes the hate is just . . . so powerful." A frown graced Rebekah's face. "Emil wasn't the only boyfriend of mine that Klaus killed. He did it again, and again, every time I found someone to care about. He just kept doing it until, finally, I stopped falling in love. He said he was protecting me from my mistakes, that no one was ever good enough for his little sister . . . until one day, someone was."

       Jordanna laced her hand in Rebekah's as she told the two the story of when Klaus had daggered her after he caught her with Marcel.

       "If you know Marcel has Elijah, why don't you just get him back yourself?" Hayley tilted her head curiously.

        "Because, if I cross my brother, there's still a coffin downstairs with my name on it."

      Jordanna smirked, reaching down she pulled out a wrapped bundle ━ unfolding it revealed two silver daggers.

       "Oh my God," Rebekah's eyes widened as they flickered from the daggers to Jordanna.

      "Merry fucking Christmas, Bex," Jordanna teased, handing them over. "If these are the only things stopping you from getting Elijah back then take them."

        "Thank you, Jords," Rebekah smiled.

        "What's that you always say? Us girls have got to stick together."

・❥・

        Jordanna grumbled, following after Klaus as he began dragging her outside.

       He took a seat down onto the porch steps, grabbing the witch's wrist he pulled her down with him.

         "Yes?" Jordanna raised her eyebrows.

         "I love you, okay?" Klaus sighed, looking over at the witch.

         "I know," Jordanna hummed. 

         "And this . . . baby," Klaus hesitated. "I'm still getting used to the idea of being a father, but I am here with you."

         Jordanna smiled, it was like some sort of vague little 'I'll be with you every step of the way,' situation.

          How cute.

         "I know," she rested her chin in her hands. "We'll be fine, we'll get through this together."

        "We always do, don't we sweetheart?" Klaus smiled looking down at her.

         "But . . . "

         Klaus sighed.

         "No more daggering," Jordanna wiggled a finger in his face. "No more being a dick to Rebekah about her boyfriend's, let her be happy."

          "I was just trying to protect her- "

         "Uh huh," Jordanna nodded sarcastically. "Leave her be, Nik. If she's happy, she's happy. That's all that should matter."

         "Of course."

         "Right, well, I'm tired, so goodnight," Jordanna pressed her lips to Klaus', her fingers splayed across his chest as his hands reached down to her hips, pulling her closer. Her tongue tentatively prodded the seam of his lips, his own meeting hers in desperation before Jordanna pulled away with a groan ━ resting her head on his shoulder.

         She was horny.

         Like so, horny.

       Can you still have sex when you're pregnant? You can, can't you?

        Anwayyy.

       "Goodnight," she whispered, getting up before making her way inside. "I love you."

・❥・

        The next morning Jordanna woke in a mood. Sex deprived, hungry and tired. 

        This was probably the shittiest time of her life but hey-ho.

          "Morning, sweetheart," Klaus mumbled hoarsely as the witch walked into his room before throwing herself down onto the bed besides him. 

        "Morning," she yawned. Klaus turned his body to face her ━ noticing that she was parading around in one of his shirts.

        Just his shirt.

       "How'd you sleep?" Klaus questioned, running his hand through her wavy hair.

        "Shit," she murmured. "Can I ask you something?"

          "I suppose," Klaus arched a brow.

        "This situation with Marcey ━ the deal you made with the witches trying to take him down, take what's his or whatever," Jordanna waved a hand. "Rebekah told me that you two once loved each other like a family. What happened?"

        Klaus sighed. "I made Marcel everything that he is. I treated him like a son, and when my father chased me and my family from New Orleans a hundred years ago, we believe Marcel was killed ━ we each mourned him in our own way."

          "Yet, when I returned I found not only had he survived, he had thrived. Instead of seeking us out, instead of sticking together as one, he made a choice to take everything my family had built and make it his own," his voice turned angry almost. "Now, he is living in our home, sleeping in our beds. That 'M' he stamps everywhere . . . it's not for Marcel, it's for Mikaelson. I want it all back, and if I have to push him out to get it, then that's exactly what I'll do."

         "Need any help?" Jordanna smirked.

         "You're staying here where it's safe, Jordanna," Klaus rolled his eyes.

        Jordanna hit him on his shoulder. "Mr. Mikaelson I strongly advise you to stop being an asshole and let me help before I die of boredom in this house."

        "Jordanna-"

         "Don't Jordanna me." She rolled her eyes, sending him a pointed look. "I'm helping, end of."

         Klaus sighed. 

        "Where do we begin?"

{AN} Welcome 

Have a shitty day, ily xo

(edited 09/03/22)