Lights Flicker And Fade : Kol Mikaelson [3]

252: One Day, MJ Will Get A Day Off

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Elijah and Freya carried the writhing Finn into The Compound, MJ vamping around like someone had given her a shot of adrenaline. Vincent had instantly fallen asleep in the car, body desperate to heal, and she'd carried him into his apartment, left him on the living room sofa with a potion to drink, and then rushed to meet the siblings back at the house.

"Don't leave me in here," Finn begged, "Please."

"Put him down," Elijah instructed as they lay him across the sofa.

"Hey, hey," Freya perched beside him, "You're not alone, Finn."

MJ was zipping about so quickly that it caught the attention of Kol upstairs, going to call for her, only to watch her grab boxes of ingredients and return to the courtyard.

"I'm here."

Elijah went to pull back, only for Finn to grab his arm tightly, "Don't leave."

If MJ was being honest, she hadn't actually witnessed that many werewolf bites. She'd worked on her cure for Rose from afar, she'd stayed at her apartment during Damon's potential episodes, and Caroline had always kept herself in bed to lower the risk of hallucinations ending in bloodshed.

Even when Klaus bit Elijah, she'd popped through the siphon the bite, but she hadn't watched.

After her own experience, she didn't want to watch Finn screaming for someone. She'd been screaming. She'd been violent. She'd been so out of it she hadn't been able to tell Esther from Klaus. And now, this man? This person who'd hurt her so profoundly...

Who she'd admitted to seeing as a ghost.

To leaving him to suffer once already.

MJ's brain desperately wished to go back and help him then. Seeking him out – waking him out without Esther – might have just saved them from everything else.

Back then, he'd been mouthing the exact same words.

"I – I – "

Freya was tearing up, "Why is he talking like this?"

"It's hallucinations of our betrayal," Elijah shifted in his suit, "His nightmare."

MJ tipped her ingredients onto the table, and Kol walked down the stairs.

"Well," He took in the discomfort, "He looks awful."

MJ pulled two of her ancient notebooks out of thin air. Two that usually lived at The Cauldron, flipping through the pages, daring the universe to give her a paper cut.

"Werewolf bite," He flopped onto the next sofa, leaning back, "That's got to hurt, mate."

Every word dripped with false sympathy as his hands went behind his head, stretching his arms in a way that usually would've caught MJ's attention.

"Can't imagine what you're going through."

Instantly moving on.

"So, Lucien's a bloody hybrid – "

"We don't know what he is!" Elijah corrected, pushing against Finn's body, "His venom seems to work twice as fast."

"Meaning," Freya tried to have hope, "Maybe it'll work through his system twice as fast."

"Or!" Kol sat up, "It's twice as lethal."

Pushing to his feet cheerily.

"Now – whatever shall we do if Niklaus doesn't get here in time?"