#never as good as elijah wood twitter likes. i miss her so much

[anythingbyadriannelenker]

discovering the daily joys of following hugh laurie on twitter. sure, yeah, old man. tweet in bold. tweet incomprehensibly about herding sheep. fuel that parasocial relationship. he’s not social media illiterate just operating on a 2012 level of idgaf. g hi t be with you all.

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how to return home, ch8 (Jalton)

IT’S FINALLY HERE. Thank you so much for waiting.

Here on AO3

Summary/Notes: We find out what happens to Adam. Jaz has a lot of feelings.

Thanks for being so patient, guys. Seriously. I know it's hard to wait on fic. I know. Especially when we were anxious about renewal...and then depressed about cancellation. We have more Twitter work to do...there is still a small sliver of hope. Next big thing is kicking off Thursday so please join us. We need every bit of help we can get!

The next thing on the docket after this will be the final chapter of the madness game. But since a couple more chapters of fight just a little are already done, at least one of those will go up first. The bottom line is I'm still writing and I'm not planning on stopping. So don't worry! Thanks for sticking with me.

The guy at the rental car counter gives her an upgrade. It’s probably because she’s barely holding back tears, and the military ID definitely doesn’t hurt. Somehow, she ends up with a truck identical to Elijah’s, down to the dark navy color, and when she sinks into the driver’s seat and adjusts the mirrors, she spares a second to breathe.

“Thank you,” she says out loud. It feels a little bit silly, talking to him here. This is the real world, it’s not base, it’s not home. But in the quiet of the truck, it feels good anyway.

Patricia had texted her the hospital’s address, and when Jaz keys it into her phone, it’s still a 53 minute drive.

“I take it back,” she snarls, wrenching the truck into gear and pulling out onto the road.

Driving gives her too much time to think, and she’s too close, now, to distract herself with thoughts of Hannah and Amir, or Gavin’s sexy city date. All she can do is think about Adam. Alive, yes. But hurt. Alone. She still doesn’t know all the details, but when she thinks about all the ways she could’ve lost him--could still lose him--it scares the shit out of her.

Jaz thinks about Xander, about her confession, and his response. Because yeah, the idea of losing any of them is unthinkable (she’d felt that again with Preach), but losing Adam? And losing him here? She scoffs to herself, her grip on the wheel tightening, cursing whatever higher power might be listening under her breath.

“You just gonna keep taking shit from me? What the hell’d I ever do to you?”

As if in response, the GPS directs her off the exit and she’s faced with bumper to bumper traffic.

“You’re a sick fucker, you know that?”

The expected arrival time ticks up a few minutes and Jaz hisses through her teeth, knocking her head against the headrest repeatedly.

“Anyway, what the fuck is the point? Aren’t I supposed to be taking risks, here? Making connections isn’t exactly easy for me. And here I am being, what? Punished for it? Give me a damn break.” She pauses, shaking her head. “We’re supposed to be safe here. Kind of an unspoken rule. We put our lives on the line the rest of the time. This is supposed to be a gimme. And okay, I get it, he’s fine. But he’s hurt. And he scared the shit out of me. And we both know I don’t do fear well.” Another pause, another breath. “Is that the point? Learning to handle my fear?”

The GPS rattles off her next set of instructions and the traffic lets up a little bit. Jaz finds herself laughing at this stupid game of ‘hot and cold’ she’s playing with some imaginary omniscient being.

“Fucking ridiculous,” she mumbles to herself before cranking up the radio to drown out her thoughts. It only half works, but she makes it to the hospital in one piece.

**

There’s some confusion when she arrives, because Adam’s still in the ICU and they only allow immediate family. Having never been good with words, Jaz comes pretty damn close to reaching across the desk and shaking the woman on the other side.

She already can’t stand hospitals and her anxiety is through the roof. Arguing with some glorified candy striper isn’t helping a damn thing. She wishes Connie was there, and that’s definitely a first. But Connie would know exactly what to say.

Instead, the receptionist checks her computer again, eyeing Jaz over the top of her glasses.

“They’re moving him soon. If you’d like to have a seat, I’ll let you know--”

Jaz stalks off, pacing aimlessly. She's embarrassingly close to crying when a nurse appears from down the hall.

“Miss Kahn? We’re moving Mr. Dalton to another room now, if you'd like to come with me?”

Jaz almost doesn't respond, because she honestly doesn't remember the last time someone called her that. But it clicks after a few seconds, and Jaz can only nod as the woman leads her back down the hall toward the elevator.

“He said you'd be waiting. Started asking about you as soon as he opened his eyes. You should probably look at getting his next of kin contact updated. That'll make things easier.”

Jaz knows she's just trying to be nice, but right now it's just noise, and she wishes the nurse would shut up. Her chest feels tight, her throat is dry, and her eyes won't stop burning.

They get to the room just as Adam is being helped into the bed from a wheelchair. She registers the apologetic flinch he offers as their eyes meet, but that doesn't stop the anger from welling inside her.

There’s a long moment of tension as the nurse settles Adam and checks his monitors, but then they’re alone and Jaz breaks.The tension and uncertainty pour out of her as she lashes out,, stalking toward him, angrily spouting off every last fear she’s spent the past day rehashing, over and over. She hadn’t started out yelling, but her voice rises because the door opens and a couple of concerned looking nurses appear. Adam waves them off.

“Jazzy,” he croaks, his voice hoarse and raw and it stops her dead. She looks at him again, finally, and nearly withdraws when he reaches for her, his knuckles grazing her cheek.

“I--I was...God, you scared the shit out of me,” she chokes, the fear bubbling so readily to the surface, it makes it hard for her to breathe. “I thought--”

Adam shushes her, his hand finding hers, squeezing. “I know, and I’m sorry. The last thing I ever wanted to do was scare you, okay? I’m sorry.”

“What happened?” She realizes she still has absolutely no idea.

“Come here,” he murmurs, scooting to the side and patting the bed beside him.

For a month now, all she’s wanted is to crawl back into bed with him, to do more than just remember the warmth of him, how safe she feels with him breathing steadily beside her. But making the choice now feels like a thing. Because now it’s not about necessity.Now she’s let him in that much further, and it’s just the two of them here, alone, in a hospital in Pennsylvania.

Still, Jaz feels a little broken, a little vulnerable, so she eases carefully onto the bed beside him and he settles, his lips pressing to her forehead.

“I took Patton for a walk. The woods around the cabin have always been quiet. But there were hunters. Stupid. You know how that dog gets around loud noises. Dumb mutt took off on me, spooked and he was just...gone. I went after him and lost my footing. Fell down a pretty steep ravine, knocked myself out pretty damn good. Broke my arm, bruised a few ribs. Apparently Patton came back for me. Didn’t stop barking his head off til someone came looking to see what all the fuss was about.”

“I knew something was wrong,” she mutters, gingerly fingering the edge of his cast, where it stops just below his elbow.

“Hey, can you--Just look at me for a second.” Adam shifts away from her and Jaz obliges him, her heart beating faster, anxiety creeping up her spine. “I would never disappear on you on purpose, okay? No matter what else is going on between us, I’d never just walk away from you. I need you to know that.”

“Man, you hit your head pretty hard, huh?” Jaz asks, though the humor is lost on the lump in her throat.

“I’m serious.” He’s not letting her back down from this and she wants to fight it, because that’s all she’s ever done. Instead, she offers him a barely perceptible nod.

“You were supposed to be safe,” she whispers.

“I am. How else was I supposed to get you here, huh? Baiting you with poptarts didn’t work.”

Jaz relaxes at that, finally letting herself process that he’s okay.

“Just figured I’d make you wait a little,” she says, her gaze flicking up to the monitor at his bedside, watching the steady blip of the heart monitor

“Isn’t that my job?” Adam asks, and it takes Jaz a second to realize he’s talking about teasing her. Her eyes lift to his and her cheeks flush.

“Are you honestly going there right now? You look like hell. When was the last time you took a shower? Or brushed your teeth?” Jaz laughs.

“Adding insult to injury now? That’s low.” Adam chuckles, but he winces.

“Easy there, tiger. You’re not that funny.”

Irrational fear surges again and Jaz is running out of steam to keep it at bay. He’s still hurt. He’d lost consciousness, for fuck’s sake. She can deal with fear in the field. There’s always action to balance it out, something to be done, some sure next step. Protocol. Not now. And the uncertainty has her floundering.

“I’m okay,” he murmurs. Jaz should be used to this by now--him figuring her out--but right now, the transparency leaves her feeling raw.

She withdraws from him, getting back to her feet. To his credit, Adam lets her go without a word. She paces until the doctor comes in sometime later, and hearing an honest assessment from a professional helps.

“When do we get to go home?” she asks before realizing she has no idea if Adam wants her to stay. This, Pennsylvania, is his home, not hers.

“Without any complications? We can talk about discharge by dinner tomorrow,” the doctor says. “I’ll stop by again in a couple of hours. I know hospitals are notoriously bad for sleep, but try to rest.”

“What’s the policy on overnight visitors?” Adam’s question catches Jaz entirely off-guard. Her heart skips a beat, and she tries really hard not to stare at him, but he wants her here. With him.

“You get one.” The doctor glances at Jaz, and then back at Adam. “We don’t look too closely at who it is. You’re in the clear. There’s a spare blanket and pillow in the cabinet under the sink.”

And then they’re alone again.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Have to…? Jesus, Jazzy. I want you here. You think I’d sleep at all knowing you were a few miles away and I couldn’t see you?” It’s the closest he’s come to saying he cares about her. The faint pricking of tears behind her eyes has her turning away from him, but he always sees her somehow. “Come here. Please.”

Part of her wants to be strong enough to push him away, to shut him out and keep him at a safe enough distance so they can go back, because forward is full of change and uncertainty and Jaz doesn’t do those things very well. But this, whatever they’re doing, is a slippery slope, she’s exhausted, and all she wants to do is be close to him. So Jaz crawls back into bed with him, mindful of the cords and the tubes and his injuries, but she fits against him anyway..

“We need to talk,” she whispers, eyes again drifting to screen on the monitor. It’s easier than looking at him right now.

“We will.”

Jaz believes him, and it’s enough.

**

Even tucked up against him, his heart beating steadily under her palm, Jaz still sleeps only fitfully. Hospitals are her least favorite place and she’s jittery and anxious, regardless of Adam’s physical state. When she manages to drift off, her dreams fill with slices of memories. Other hospitals. Other tragedies. Other nightmares. Tehran works its way into the tableau, the stark white fitting with the fluorescent, impersonal glow of the room she’s sleeping in now. There’s blood and there’s pain and there’s Adam, lifeless. Arthur’s voice, the one she’ll never forget, seeps in, too, talking about team and family. Things he has no business talking about.

Jaz wakes up panting and drenched in sweat. At her back, Adam’s fingers move just enough to tell her he’s awake. When she looks up, he’s staring at her, his concern obvious, and she sighs.

“I don’t want to talk about it yet,” she whispers. Being honest with him is getting easier by the day, and that scares the hell out of her. The clock on the wall reads just past 4am. Jaz thinks about home--her bed with the soft, hand-stitched quilt, the gentle hum of the fan stirring the air, the birds and the crickets and the faint smell of coffee brewing. It calms her and she breathes, slow and steady, syncing with Adam without meaning to. That’s what they do.

**

They wake up for good at 6am, because the shift changes over and the new doctor comes by. Jaz is sore and cranky and exhausted, but Adam’s here and it feels like home. Minus the guns.

“We’ll do another assessment this afternoon and talk about sending you home for dinner,” the doctor says, and Jaz wishes like hell that McG was here because he’d be able to talk some sense into the doctor who isn’t much older than she is. Another twelve hours in this place might actually make her insane.

“We still have to talk,” Adam says once they’re alone again. Of course he hasn’t forgotten. That she’s a total emotional mess probably isn’t helping her case.

“I need coffee.”

“I’m not trying to trap you,” he replies, and Jaz rubs a hand over her face. She’s forgotten what it’s like to be around him, to know she can’t hide. He’s right--it’s not a trap. But it’s hard to have feelings, let alone talk about them.

“Do you ever think about what you’ll do...after this?” It’s not what she means to ask. This isn’t the conversation he meant they needed to have. But it’s what comes out.

“I’m in for the long haul. This is what I do. What I’m supposed to be doing,” Adam replies, taking it in stride.

“I know. But what you do isn’t supposed to be who you are, you know? This job doesn’t exactly leave a lot of room for the other part, but eventually, you gotta figure it out. You deserve to figure it out.” Jaz is well acquainted with bad men, and Adam isn’t that.

“What do you want, after this?”

“I don’t know. To wake up in the morning and know where I’ll be falling asleep that night? To not always be waiting? A family, maybe?” Jaz shrugs like it doesn’t matter, like Arthur’s words hadn’t stirred something inside her that had laid dormant before.

“I didn’t realize that was something you wanted. The family thing.”

“Me neither. Before this year...I think I was happy with the way things were. I still am. But maybe I want more, too, eventually.”

More like Alabama, like family dinners and traditions and predictability. Like a job that isn’t life or death for the people she loves.

“You deserve that.” There’s something about his tone that sends and angry little stab of dread right through her chest and she stares at him, counting to ten, steadying her breathing. She doesn’t have to yell for him to listen. He’s proven that a million times over.

“And what about you? What are you hoping to gain here, Adam? Talking to me everyday like...like you want this, and then pretending like I could ever want anyone but you?” Absurdly, once the words are out, all Jaz can think is that Elijah would be losing his mind right now.

“I don’t know.”

Every single part of her screams to run at that, to get as far away from here as fast as possible, because all that’s here is pain. But it’s muscle memory. Running from him won’t solve anything, so Jaz breathes and counts and stays.

“We can’t go back,” she says quietly.

“I know that.”

“I don’t want to go back.” Suddenly, looking at him, all she can imagine is losing him and never knowing. “It scares the shit out of me. God, you have to know that. But I want to go forward, Adam. With you.”

“Okay,” he agrees.

For the first time in three days, everything makes sense.

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FAME Awards Wrap Up cont.

Queen Cardi - Salt

Mina was clearly trying to do something cool visually and it wasn’t the worst but probably should have come with a warning. I had a headache in the first thirty seconds from the spinning things. But once you get past that it was a good performance. The orange was a strong choice and Mina’s vocals sounded really great. Was it a show stopping performance? No but it was good and that’s better than some people. She should have left that mic stand earlier.

Ashton Katz - Good Ones

Can Ashton not sing? Is that why she used so many special effects on her voice? This is a really good example of someone trying to be sexy instead of just being hot. Like the all leather bikini and no shoes? What are you doing? The only positive thing I can say here is that she was feeling herself and I guess that’s all that matters right? Overall Ashton was forgettable but that’s probably a good thing or that performance could haunt her for the rest of her career.

SAINT - Nobody

Not gonna lie. I wasn’t expecting much of anything here. SAINT, Austin Harper’s pet project, only got a slot tonight because Austin bought it for them but I was pleasantly surprised by this. Other than the band being way too loud which clearly threw Saint a bit during the chorus this wasn’t half bad. The song itself is very whiny but it’s not the worst debut we’ve ever seen and Saint probably has a pretty strong career outlook after this one.

Cameron Abernathy - Mrs. Mistake

Cam has returned and fan girls everywhere are rejoicing. And good news for them. By the sound of both Cam and his wifes (or not?) song, it’s pretty safe to say the relationship is on the rocks at the very least. But it sure sounds like it’s over and Cam appears to be accepting responsibility for his part in it all. The song isn’t great and a weird choice for his comeback track but it’s fine. We’re just happy to see him back on stage.

Greyson Addams - Alpha Omega

This performance should not have been as great as it was. Greyson did very little special here and yet his confidence on stage alone is enough to make this one of the best performances of the night. I think there’s something to be said for how much energy he and his band can bring to a fairly simple performance and that’s the experience showing through. Greyson continues to lead the pack, making it look easy.

Essence Woods - You Should See Me In A Crown

Essence is always such an interesting performer. Looking at her you would not think this was the kind of music she’d make with a slightly darker edge but it works for her. Overall she didn’t do anything overly interesting to make this a standout performance but vocally she popped off and the audience always loves her which definitely helps the energy while she’s on stage.

Aria Bellamy & Ivan Morozov - Senorita

The seductive lights in the background of Aria’s attempts at making sultry eyes with the viewers at home was...a choice. I’m not quite sure what kind, but it definitely was something. Once again Ivan’s vocals were a bit weak at points, and overshadowed by Aria’s powerful range, but who’s  worried about that when we can be distracted by a cute boy serenading us with a guitar? We can tell they were trying hard to have “sexy chemistry” with each other which seemed a bit over the top and obviously not believable when Aria’s boyfriend (not boyfriend?) is sitting in the crowd, but we can let Twitter hash out their ship wars tomorrow.

Penthouse Booze - Missing You

Look, Elijah is definitely a fantastic vocalist. And he clearly has piano skills. Penthouse Booze has to be doing something right if they’re taking home such prestigious awards. But for me, it wasn’t doing anything. I thought the performance was bland, boring, lackluster....not quite sure how many other synonyms I can use. I’d continue to dive through a thesaurus if it meant I never had to watch that performance again.

Johnny Harland - Mirrors

Johnny has always been an electrifying performer with a voice like butter. He has to be if he’s going to make sure he’s known as more than just the husband of the Queen herself. Tonight he did more than prove it. He went out there with just a microphone, a live band, and a light show and still managed to hold the attention of the most ADHD generation we’ve ever seen. So, kudos. The song is catchy and also incredibly sweet if you actually listen to the lyrics. It’s not hard to see the inspiration behind them. Definitely reminded everyone why he’s the most relevant Harland brother right now.

Camisado - Bohemian Rhapsody

Lucky for Austin he can still have stage presence while sitting down at a piano for almost ten minutes otherwise I would have tuned out in the first two and missed the rest. Although that’s not really saying much. It wasn’t until about four minutes in that I started to really care about this performance at all and even then, that moment was fleeting. The falsetto and the high notes? Chills. Honestly some of the best vocals we heard all night. And then he got up and I thought the action was really going to start...but I think he just got onto the piano to stretch his legs because he went right back to the keys. Not the worst performance of the evening, but most definitely not the best. Eh/10.

Koda Lowe - How Deep is Your Love?

The song is extremely catchy. Definitely a night club bop. But that’s it. I felt like I was watching footage from a festival and should have been rolling on Molly the entire time. This isn’t knocking Koda and her talent; this is me saying that if you’re going to be a DJ amongst some of the top live vocal acts I’m going to need more than a light show that should come with a seizure warning.

Ryan Price - Okay

I’ll admit I only understood one third of the lyrics he was singing...was he talking about Earth Day or trying to convince me that he was okay? Because either way I think it’s not a fairly interesting topic. The melody is catchy and he has an incredible stage presence, so that’s something that definitely makes up for the cheap light effects and mumbly lyrics.

Callan Duffy - Nice To Meet Ya

For the first thirty seconds, I thought I was going to be bored. I thought he was going for a calm and cool, not overly done performance and I was already debating on going and getting another drink. However, then suddenly things amped up and I thought it was great. Callan is one of those performers that they just..always find a way to make it interesting. We can probably blame the strict rules of London Calling for that one, right? Gotta always keep it interesting? It was one of the best performances of the night, in my opinion.

Leigh Presley - Drinking Alone

Everleigh, a country singer, was sure to stand out simply just because of the genre shift. That being said, Leigh might be one of the most underrated singers at this show and she proved that tonight. The growls, runs, belts, I don’t even like country and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her and that seemed to be the general consensus from the audience. She has the confidence on stage that shows just how long Leigh’s been doing this and while we don’t get to hear her pop off like this that often, it’s always such a blessing when she graces us with one of her iconic performances. Very few artists interact with their bands in the way Leigh does which is just another reason for why we love her so much.

Olivia Marie - Graveyard

Olivia definitely had one of the most interesting stage set ups on the night. A few other people brought props onto stage, sure, but she definitely had the most and it really made her stand out from the amount of people just hopping around or standing in place. Her vocals were great, the song is amazing, and we really loved it. Our only ‘note’ was that some of her twirling around was just a bit...awkward. It wasn’t really dancing as much as it made us think of those odd interpretive dances. It didn’t take away from her performance, though, and we really loved it.

Tayo - 100 Degrees

Tayo being an anonymous singer will always make him stand out among the other performers purely on the air of mystery. Tayo has a pretty good stage presence and made an effort to interact and seem interested in the crowd. However, we’ve got to hate on the crowd for this one, for not pumping him up in the way that he deserved. They were being dull while he was bouncing around on stage and keeping things lively..again unlike a lot of the performers who just stood in place. The actual song was good and it was cool that he had the lyrics behind him so the audience could sing along.

Claudia Bennett - Hot n Cold

For the first thirty seconds of this performance, I really thought it was going to be God awful. I mean..did you hear her? There was too much going on at once and it sounded closer to a hell scape than a good performance. After the thirty second or so mark, it started to become a bit more tolerable. It wasn’t a bad performance, having dancers was a good thing, whatever, but it just wasn’t my favorite of the night. There was just too much going in the background, her outfit was god awful and I just...I mean..its not a good performance, but better than certain peoples.

Eva Rappaport - Guys My Age

Why would you pick such a slow, quiet song among the other loud and club-type songs? While this may work for other people, we’re not sure how it worked out for her. Her vocals were okay, but sounded closer to an acoustic performance than performing on stage at an awards show. You can see that she was trying to keep everything engaged by moving around a bit, but overall just stood and bopped around a bit. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either.

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This episode was a absolutely moving and magnificently written story by Kyle Arrington and K.C. Perry.  Directed by our very own Daniel J. Gillies.  Y’all get a standing ovation all around.  We once more get a glimpse inside Elijah’s mind, this time a shattered psyche. Shall we get started?

Oh my gawd – What is happening?

We pan to the French Rivera where Beks and Kol are feasting at a party. Suddenly all of the vampires start desiccating and dying right in front of them. They put two and two together and it cannot be good. No, not at all… This can only mean one thing: Elijah’s sire line is dying and he must be as well… Straight like a bat out of  HELL, they are on their way to New Orleans. The pendant that Elijah’s mind is in is shattered, which means Elijah’s mind is broken. This is very bad news. Freya is frantically working to fix the pendant to bring him back. Hayley is there, Klaus is upset beyond words. They have no idea what Freya is made of though! TENACITY. She will save day for her brother if it’s the last thing she does…

  Good News and Bad News, really? Who Cares.

We keep getting consecutive Josh sightings! BUT do we all really care if Vincent can save Sofya? NOPE. Marcel needs to start getting his priorities straight. There is a catch though: Marcel needs to bring Vincent the 1,500 year old HOLLA’s blood. Good luck with that Marcel. Truly, all the best. I do love the sage advice that Josh offers to Marcel. “Maybe you should consider reaching out to people just a little but more powerful than me.” (HINT. HINT. The Mikaelsons) After Olivia “Tierra” Robles shows up and Marcel takes a big ole bite out of her, guess what? It’s like poison to him! He immediately spits it out. Told you so… A little while later Beks and Klaus find him unconscience (from the poison)… He scoots on out of there with the weapon the thorns he took from witches. Only to meet up later and Beks has to be confronted with the news. “Her name is Sofya.”  (AWKWARD.) Marcel says. I guess you aren’t in love with Beks anymore? Kick his arse to the curb Miss. Mikaelson! #womanpower

Klelijah moment from the coffin.

I just hope that Klaus can actually share these feeling with his big brother one day in person. “I never told you how much you meant to me. “You’ve been a redeemer, a confidante,  a mentor and a rival… and a friend. This will not be your end, I will not rest until I bring you back.” There is not even a second that passes by that Beks walks in the room followed shortly by Kol, that the gang is back together.  Now they must band together and save Elijah.

Nothing like a little bit of: HOPE.

Freya went inside Elijah’s mind and we kind knew it wasn’t going to work out, right? She tries calling out to him in one of his memories. Remember “No on hurts my family and lives. No One.” (Agnes such a foolish witch.) Not deterred yet Freya goes to the next memory. “Gentlemen, shall we?” (When Elijah took on all those vampires?) It had to be Hayley who went in to save him from the RED DOOR. “Nobodies closer to Elijah than I am.” Hayley. You know there is always a Catch 22 to things of this nature: Freya and Hope need to do the spell! Yes, little Miss. Hope Mikaelson. Hayley at first questions why her daughter must be apart of this, but no one is as powerful as her. Hope is the KEY. They all start chanting together doing the spell and Hayley is inside Elijah’s mind.

Red Door Chapter II

Hayley finally enters inside Elijah’s mind, the first memory she sees, is their reunion after 5 years of being apart. This is one of Elijah’s most treasured memories, because it’s the first one we see. You can see and feel the unflinching love and unbreakable bond between them. “You’re here.” Elijah “I missed you.” Hayley (As Hayley is watching this all from afar) Hayley calls out to Elijah in this dream sequence, “Elijah, it’s me.” He is looking around and he doesn’t seem to see her. “LOOK AT ME.” Hayley says (He is almost looking at a downward angle, what does he see?) Then he is gone… Hayley exits and is walking thru the long hallway again… We know what door Hayley has to find him in… The RED DOOR! We see dead people everywhere, Hayley comes face to face with ‘”Red Door Elijah”. He is chasing her down. Why is she running from him? Elijah sees Hayley or we should say (Tatia) in this moment in the woods. This is the moment when they finally catch up to each other. (Hope couldn’t see what was happening inside the Red Door, she only saw her bleeding & fidgeting inside the Spell Circle & sensed that Hayley was inside & in danger.) My question is that has Hayley forgotten she is a hybrid? (SERIOUSLY with SARCASM ADDED) Secondly, why wouldn’t she keep calling out to Elijah and saying “It’s me, Hayley!!” Until maybe she reached him, even though he was in this different state of mind and lifetime? Did she suddenly forget his mind was broken? Wouldn’t common sense prevail? I love Hayley and I love Haylijah, but this part of the scene irked me a bit. I thought is was totally hypocritical. She is a monster herself and has said so to Elijah. SO, coming off with this holier than thou attitude to Elijah while trying to go and save him, when he has done nothing but save her repeatedly is just rich. I mean Hayley needs to remember everything and all the things Elijah has done to be with her and show his undying love. The next thing you know, Freya and Hope repaired the pendant, Hayley and Hope were back. There was so much more work to do in getting Elijah back though… We have to wait and see what happens between these two, they were made for more than this.  The HOLLA’s plans & actions are definitely testing them. But Elijah & Hayley, your love is stronger than all that & your bond is unbreakable.

Sisters talking about their brother and possible body-swapping. NOPE.

Beks asks Freya about dropping Elijah into another body, maybe? (As every single Daniel Gillies/Elijah Mikaelson fan threatens a protest!) Thankfully, Freya says Elijah has to remain in his body. It’s going to take a big sacrifice to get him out. We are talking a sacrifice of the HOLLA kind. If they have to choose in battle to save a brother or Marcel, Freya wants Rebekah to know there is no choice. Marcel could very well be a casuality…

Did someone say ancestors?

While Klaus, Kol and Beks are interrogating the vampires that are under the HOLLA’s control, Kol finds out an important piece of info. That no one can stop The HOLLA! Not them and not The Ancestors. HOLD UP!! WAIT A MINUTE. (That means, Davina Claire, the love of Kol Mikaelson’s life.) He wants answers and he wants them now… Klaus tries to warn Kol that Davina has changed and it’s not for the better. Hum, not that Kol cares anyway, he is next resident bad boy to Klaus… Kol wants to make a deal with the Harvest witches, dark objects in exchange to speak to his love Davina Claire… Wow, so while strolling thru the graveyard, Kol puts a white rose on Davina’s gravestone. LET’S TWIST AGAIN: HOLLA SHOWS UP. If he wants Davina back, he pledges his loyalty to HER . Why do I get the feeling this is going to end really BAD.

    Phantomesque Quotes and random thoughts:

“Lethal Thorns, Resurrected Witches, what could possibly go wrong?” – Kol

We are, all of us, monsters.” – Klaus (reminding Hayley) You go Klaus! Haylijah Truth teller!

“But Elijah has only ever done those things for family. And that is why he is the very best of us. He always has been.” -Klaus.

Marcel knows where his true friends, family and allies are: the Mikaelson Family! Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back.

I told you that book was no damn good! We only had mentions of Vincent, why? Where was he this week? Has the HOLLA finally taken full hold of him?

Hope you enjoyed reading my blog. Until next week. Feedback and comments are welcome and appreciated.

SPECIAL APPRECIATION: fuckyeahoriginals VIA @tumblr for the Klaus and haylijah gifs! archvillainofromance for my freya/Hope spell gif! mikaelsonsource for my brother gif! theoriginalsrebekah for the Beks gif! @MichaelNarducci via twitter for Elijah Red Door pic! I

The Originals (S0409) “Phantomesque” This episode was a absolutely moving and magnificently written story by Kyle Arrington and K.C. Perry.  Directed by our very own Daniel J.