Maeve furrowed her brows confused. She scrutinized him with her strong gaze set straight on him. On a corner table, inside the Mystic Grill she sat having her breakfast when a silhouette moved past her and stood in front before they took a seat in front of her.

She went over every possible scenario she could think of.

"What are you looking at?" he asked her mildly from the seat across from her. He set his hands on the table, fingers interlocked.

"Nothing much. Just trying to figure out what went wrong at 10 in the morning." she whisper yelled enunciating the time.

"Nothing's wrong." she swallowed the bite but still held up the hand that gripped the fork.

"Who died?"

"No one."

"Kidnapped?"

"No."

"Who's here?"

"Nobody."

"Damon did something."

"For once no."

"Klaus is here."

"No."

"Werewolves?"

"No."

"Definitely witches."

"I can assure you there are no threats heading this way."

"Then why are you dressed in a suit at 10am if not for a meeting?"

She smiled along his chuckle diffusing her worry that bubbled up in her head, "I came here to talk to you."

"Oh... that's not worrying at all then." She slumped back in her seat. "What's up, Elijah?"

"How are you? After yesterday's events."

"Slept it off. So, I'm feeling better. Having Mac and cheese for breakfast with a cup of extra strong bittersweet coffee. Being swell." She smiled lifting up her coffee mug and taking a large sip.

"That's good to hear. Dr Martin wanted me to give you this." Elijah reached into his pocket and fished out a small object and set it on the table. Maeve reached over and picked it up. She gasped in surprise.

"It...it's beautiful. Thank you." Maeve stared in awe at the small minimalist design ring with a metal band and a small red diamond set on top like a crown.

"He made it for you. The herbs that you have been using so far are infused into the band, this way you wouldn't have to worry about the ring breaking." Elijah explained it to Maeve. "He also mentioned this should help control your magic."

Maeve smiled putting on the ring on her left middle finger. "I'm guessing he told you the whole truth about myself."

"He did. I guessed your powers were more than that of a young witch." Elijah complimented her. "Throughout the centuries I've lived, I have heard stories in passing by our former friends, trusted allies, about these covens of witches who were said to be stronger than a thousand witches combined. Their strength was in their unity."

"Until Salem trails. When other witches and witch fearing people drove them to extinction." Maeve added on. Elijah's lips parted as he grew unsure of his next words. "It's cool, Elijah don't look like you just killed my puppy."

"You've kept yourself hidden for so long. I understand that you fear being found. But isn't it correct that you have more power than an average witch? If that is the case then why hide? It is obvious you can take on anyone."

Maeve laughed darkly hanging her head low before looking up again, "just because I shoved you in the forest, doesn't mean things are easy. I... don't have control over my powers. Whatever happens it does when I feel any emotion strongly."

Elijah nodded understanding her. "Have you found a way to control your magic? A method or practise that might help you." he curiously asked.

Maeve shook her head, "no. My mother...I mean, my birth mom had a number of grimoires and stuff but she never told anyone where it is."

"I understand." Elijah thought for a second before speaking, "Dr Martin has a collection of grimoires that I'm sure he could lend to you to have control."

"What?"

"There is a spell for everything, Maeve."

"My turn for a question. May I?"

"Whatever you want to ask please go ahead." Maeve set her fork on the plate and pushed it aside on the table, "why are you really here? You have more important things to deal with. Why check up on me? Get that ring? Help me to control my magic."

"Do you understand how rare your kind is? Not just a hybrid but your witch lineage──everyone thought of you to be extinct."

"That can't be the only thing." Maeve refused to believe Elijah's curiosity ended with just a intrigue for her witch ancestry. But, how was Elijah to tell Maeve he didn't just feel curious of her magic but of her as a person. He had started to like her confidence, sharp tongue and sarcasm...not to mention the simple beauty.

"I wanted to check up on you Maeve, it isn't that hard to believe. Your terrified look that night by the falls and Dr Martin telling me of who you are, made me want to see if you are doing well. Take it as a sign of good faith." Elijah confessed truthfully.

"Thank you. You didn't need to do this, but I appreciate it."

"You're welcome. Besides your friends didn't seem to be doing a good job of checking up on you."

"Well, Damon apologised last night." Maeve muttered with a unsure voice. "I guess we're getting there."

"You really trust him?"

"God no. He still thinks I am an average hybrid with average witch powers." Elijah laughed showing his teeth at her words. "I may accept his apology but I... don't know."

"I am not going to tell you what to do. It is entirely up to you to decide." Elijah quickly informed before going back on his words, "although it seems to be you could potentially be seen as a threat or a weapon to protect Elena.'

"Thanks. For not telling me what to do." Maeve smiled tightly, "tell me more about these stories."

The two dove into a conversation unaware of his eyes set intensely upon them and ears listening to their entire conversation.

Days had passed since Maeve had that conversation with Elijah. She spent those days after, doing her job. She remained cooped inside her apartment disconnected from everything. Her every call to Damon was diverted to voice message which was then replied to with a text that everything is okay.

Evening came up making Maeve yawn tiredly. She got up from the study table and made her way to make herself another cup of coffee. A frantic pounding sounded at the door suddenly alarming her.

She turned off the stove and made her way to the door. The door opened on its own before she could, and stormed in a furious looking Jonas Martin. He grabbed Maeve by her throat and lifted her up from the floor.

"How dare you!" he enraged walking further into the room. He flicked his free hand and closed the door.

"I...I──don't understand."

"He trusted you. I helped you with your magic and this is how you repay us?" He spat venomously.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." she enunciated again. "I never be──betra....yed yo──yo...ur....his trust." Maeve jerked her hand making Jonas stumble back and lose his grip on her. Maeve safely landed on her two feet and whipped her head ahead at Jonas.

Jonas paused his anger for a few seconds with deep breaths as he studied Maeve. He noticed the truth in her words. Jonas dropped his shoulders and made his way to the couch. "I'm sorry for that."

Maeve chose not to respond to his apology and only continued to massage her neck. "what happened?"

"They daggered Elijah." Jonas grimly informed her.

Maeve stood in front of him a bit confused. "I'm sorry what? Daggered?"

"It is a dagger that if stabbed an original with, would put them into a death like sleep. They are dead but not entirely." explained Jonas.

"I didn't know."

"I can see that." Jonas bluntly said, "listen to me...Elijah was my chance to get my daughter back from Klaus."

"You have a daughter? Also, where's Luca? Shouldn't he be with you?" Maeve quickly asked. "He's dead." Jonas deflated rubbing his hands together.

"I am really sorry." Maeve grieved settling down next to him on the couch. "What do you want me to do?"

"Where were you the past week?"

Maeve rested her hands on her lap letting out a worried sigh. "I have not stepped out of my house this last week. Been covering up the backlog of my work...you know since I kept getting kidnapped."

Jonas stood up suddenly like a man on a mission. "Keep all of my grimoires." Jonas had determination in his voice. Maeve stood up as well, her jaw going slack, "I want you to keep them. When Klaus comes, you will need that control to channel your power for the right."

Maeve understood the underlying motifs behind his words. "Mr Martin, I understand you are going through grief but whatever you think is right, is not."

"It is right. I have to do this." He stomped to the door but stopped right at the threshold and turned his head slightly to his right, "take my word for it Maeve, as someone who has been fascinated with your kind and helped you gaining control, these people, they are afraid of you... considering they haven't included you in their plan. Make sure you keep it like that."

"Mr Martin wait." she stopped him and approached the door, where he stood, "Whatever they did to Elijah──I am sorry but please think this through. I will help you with your daughter."

"Take care Maeve." saying this he left the apartment leaving Maeve alone muttering to herself about what just happened.