One Tiny Problem – Extra 1

Disclaimer : Characters belong to their respectful owners

Fandom : The Originals

Rating : K+

Pairing : Kolijah – Elijah Mikaelson x Kol Mikaelson (sort of)

Genres : fanfiction, alternate universe, humor, fluff

Characters: Freya Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Hope Mikaelson and many others

Summary: An AU in which Kol is resurrected by Freya, in the form of… a baby.

Inspired by whatevenkol’s idea and given permission to write this story


How to Describe Elijah Mikaelson

How to describe Elijah Mikaelson?

Original vampire, always wore designer suits, was more polite in speech and manners than the rest of his siblings combined. That was how most supernatural beings in New Orleans perceived the elder Mikaelson brother. Those who knew him personally, though, had other ideas.

Well, first of all, he was cranky as hell and fussy as a mother hen – he probably was, with the rest of the Mikaelsons being his chicks. That was what Marcel had once told Gia – may her soul rest in peace and Klaus’s in hell, if she had truly perished and he ever died. No-one said the thought hadn’t at least crossed his psychotic mind. The bastard. Good thing his elder sister had had better sense. Anyway, beside those annoying traits, Elijah had a knack for exploiting the loopholes in others’ speech, twisting their own words right inside their mouths, so making a deal with him could be very tricky. Marcel also knew Elijah would put his family above anything or anyone else, even his own honor code. None would say the three-hundred-year-old vampire had truly got over the coldest shoulder given to by the one-thousand-year-old erudite Original, even after learning of the true reason behind his complete turn in attitude.

Cami’s opinion of the Original vampire was a tad different. Technically she had met Klaus before his brother; however Elijah had been the first to have a casual conversation with her. His manners had been impeccable, his knowledge profound and his cadence pleasant, thus giving Cami an extremely good impression of him. Out of the Originals, Elijah has continued to prove that he was the easiest to talk to, while a conversation with Klaus had a potential to become tempestuous at any moment and she had not had a lot of chances to speak with Rebekah and Kol. And don’t even mention Finn’s creepy vibes. Although Elijah had been somewhat off these past months, having been crushed over and over by the heavy roller coaster of his family drama, and he had showed several unstable signs, he continued to be Cami’s favorite Original. Sure she had complicated feelings for Klaus; nevertheless it was in Elijah she found a more reliable friend.

Whatever opinion they had about him, neither Marcel nor Cami could contain their bafflement upon seeing him this afternoon when they paid the Mikaelson compound a visit. Neat dark suit and not a single hair out of place, this Elijah was the regular Elijah they had known, except that he was holding a milk bottle in one hand and a baby in another. Okay. So Elijah’s holding a baby was not very rare – both Marcel and Cami had seen him with Hope – but Elijah’s holding a baby while doing baby talk and making faces was indeed a sight to behold. The vampire and the human found themselves struggling to process this shocking news as their perceptions of the world crumbled to debris.

“Rebekah’s on a flight to Portland,” Elijah spoke without taking his eyes away from the demanding baby in his arms. “If you’re looking for Gia, she’s gone to her jazz club. And Cami, Klaus is upstairs, perfect timing, as he’s been in a particularly foul mood since morning. Must be one of his monthly episodes.”

“Has someone hijacked your body or have you developed a new taste in infants?” Marcel blurted out, earning himself an elbow from Cami.

“I assure you that it’s neither.” Elijah didn’t sound offended; in fact, his voice was serene. “This little one is… family.”

Marcel’s and Cami’s initial thoughts were unsurprisingly unified: first, had Rebekah managed to have a child with her witch body, and second, had Klaus ‘accidentally’ spawned yet another hybrid baby? They weren’t sure how to emotionally deal with either possibility.

“May I ask whose baby, Elijah?” It was Cami who spoke.

“Well,” Elijah sighed, “technically speaking, he’s Mikael and Esther’s child…”

Their perceptions, barely put back together, were once again shattered into a thousand pieces, which were then hastily swept and tucked away into the oblivion.

Elijah’s voice sounded miles away.

“… you have already known him by the name Kol Mikaelson.”

That name sure rang a bell in their clouded minds.

“Kol Mikaelson?” Cami echoed.

Elijah studied the vacant looks on their faces – as though their very souls had been disengaged from their bodies to travel far, far away – and resigned himself to the knowledge that they might not have heard any of his previous words other than the name.

“An ancient spell, a celestial event and the blood of the remaining Mikaelsons combined to form this flesh you are seeing.”

“Has Davina learned of this?”

“She has not, and neither have the witches from the nine covens, as we have yet decided to make this matter public. Therefore, I believe that asking the two of you to keep Kol’s rebirth a secret is not too much a demand.”

Cami and Marcel exchanged an inquisitive look, before Cami voiced their shared doubt, “Something tells me this is no ordinary human baby.”

“No baby in this family is qualified as ‘ordinary’, whether born or reborn. Ah, Marcel,” he warned, seeing the younger vampire making a curious attempt to touch baby Kol, “I strongly advise against reaching out to him. This little brother of mine has nurtured a grievous habit of sinking his little incisors into another flesh.”

“… which he just did,” Marcel scoffed. “That proves he’s indeed Kol Mikaelson, who obviously thought I was a thorn in his side.”

There were two tiny punctures on his thumb where he had been bitten, from which a droplet of blood oozed out. How a baby’s teeth could be this sharp was beyond Marcel’s comprehension.

“Klaus gets bitten all the time, so not to worry, he doesn’t exceptionally hate you. Still, it’s recommended that you come to Klaus for a sip of his blood.”

“Another magical hybrid baby. That’s not very cute.”

Elijah’s respond was a slight shrug.

“Is it okay for me to touch him?” Cami asked, glancing warily at Marcel’s figure that disappeared above the stairs. She happened to adore children, so she couldn’t help the urge to cuddle every baby she saw, supernatural or not. She hoped she could get along with little Kol, as she had done pretty well with the other Mikaelson hybrid child, though her usual confidence was somewhat wavered.

Well, the worst was only a tiny, harmless bite, right? There were times Cami was grateful to be human, and this was one such time.

Elijah looked surprised, but he actually smiled and handed her baby Kol, together with the half-full milk bottle. Cami braced herself for a bite or a cry, or both, and neither happened. Kol was pliant in her arms, and the only mischief he committed was playing with her blonde curls.

It felt odd, holding Elijah and Klaus’s thousand-year-old brother and feeding him. It was even more bizarre since she had known and talked to his former adult self.

Another item on her ever-ending list of the Mikaelson quirks.

“That proves my theory that he only bites Klaus and Marcel,” said Elijah, glancing at Cami and baby Kol. “He’s nice to the girls – Freya, Rebekah and even Gia, who was virtually stranger to him, none of them get this uncivil treatment.”

Cami breathed a laughed. “Is what you told Marcel true, that he needs Klaus’s blood?”

To her surprise, Elijah’s lips curved into a smirk. “Hardly. I doubt his werewolf faction has been activated. Hope’s hasn’t, and she’s a true hybrid while Kol is more of combination of different bloods.”

Cami shook her head. “Poor Marcel. I didn’t know you had it in you, Elijah. What has he done to earn your wrath?”

“Nothing. Still, I will not deny I haven’t been influenced by this little one. Not to worry; Marcel’ll figure out soon enough. By the way, Cami, didn’t you come here for Klaus?”

“I came for you, actually. There’re a few spots in Freud’s theories that I think you might be able to help me shed some light on.”

“I’d love to help. Would tomorrow suffice, as I have some business to attend tonight?”

Realization crossed her face. “Tonight is the full moon, right?”

Elijah nodded.

“Tomorrow is perfect,” she said.

“I’m going to bring Hope to Hayley. As for this little one…” he paused, caressing baby Kol’s cheek. “I will probably have to bring him with me.”

“Can’t you leave him home?”

“Klaus and baby Kol are a formula for catastrophe, Bekah’s off-limits and Freya is occupied.”

“Well, I can babysit him while you’re gone to the bayou. I have no shift so my evening is pretty free.”

“Your kindness is much appreciated, Cami. However, it isn’t possible to leave him in another person’s care.”

Cami arched an eyebrow. “Why is that? He’s been fine with me so far.”

Elijah raised his forefinger, telling her to watch as he flashed out of her sight. A sudden high-pitched shriek caught her completely off-guard, followed by kicks from Kol’s tiny legs. Baffled by the baby’s unexpected shift in behavior, Cami didn’t know what to do.

Kol’s crying probably alerted every single supernatural creature in this city.

He only stopped crying the moment Elijah was back in sight. A happy giggling baby like none of the previous nonsense had happened.

“Don’t be offended, Cami. It happened to Gia, too,” Elijah consoled her. “I think somehow he can ‘feel’ my presence. If I leave him–”

“He starts crying,” she finished his sentence.

“… non-stop.”

They shared an understanding glance at baby Kol, whose glistening dark eyes alternated between his brother’s face and Cami’s.

“Every time?”

“Without fail.”

“This is awkward,” she concluded, for a lack of better word.

“It is.”

Thus, that was how Hayley found herself staring in the biggest confusion she’d ever had in both her life and un-life: she was staring at Elijah with a baby in each arm, a task would be quite difficult for a normal human. She refrained herself from asking as she took his jacket to cover her nudity.

Oh, how wrong she was.

There was an even bigger confusion than the previous one, when she learned that her baby girl would grow up with her uncle, go to the same school and probably attend the homecoming party together.

Urgh. Envisioning that gave her a supernatural headache.

“Do you happen to have some kind of supernatural Aspirin?”

(To be continued. Maybe.)

Note: Gia didn’t die in this universe. For more detail, you could have a look at my fic Sjónhverfing (Gia x Elijah) , well, if you’re interested, that is.



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