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Chapter Seventeen

What's Better Than One Oracle? Two

Senna had felt strange her whole life; un-tethered, distant and awkward.

It was a side-effect of the secret she'd hidden since it's discovery.

A secret that changed everything about the world around her, and how she saw it. Most importantly, it changed how the world saw her.

Walking up the pathways of Angeles forest, she thought about the conversations she'd had with people who used to know her.

Before she left. Before she dedicated her life to finding her mother, her real mother.

The first time she'd tried to explain who her real mother was, it was to her real mother.

Complicated, obviously, considering it entailed telling the woman who birthed you, that you had someone else, somewhere else, waiting for you to find them.

Senna had been called every name in the book, by everyone who'd felt the need to name her something instead considering the possibility she'd insisted on. She hated that no one had even considered she'd been telling the truth; that it wasn't another episode, in a string of other so-called episodes where she dissociated herself so far out of her own life, that she only recognised the reality of her dreams. No one had believed her.

Or come close to believing in her.

Well, one person had. In their own way.

And that person in question was just about done with spending the day hiking through the hills of Angeles forest.

"Senna, I swear to the gods," Letty heaved, pushing up off of her knees and keeping forward, "If there is any magic on these grounds, I will personally wring all my sweat onto your shoes." Her braids fell long and low behind her as she continued forward, for even with her ceaseless complaining, she was a better hiker than Senna.

"These are the only shoes I own," Senna said, "and you know they've been through worse."

They hadn't known one another that long, but the circumstances were such that the trust was immediate and intense. Life and death situations tended to work that way.

"Are we almost there?" Letty asked, her South African accent emphasised by her annoyance.

"Almost, two more minutes," Senna vowed, focusing on her breathing, and making sure her body was still okay.

Being as weak as she was, she found to be a small price to pay for the sheer spectacle of her powers. Her magic.

"Perfect, portal us," Letty said, turning around to Senna and holding her arms out.

Senna laughed but obliged and they flickered with a twist of light and reappeared at the spot where Bonnie had been upended in another magic absorption. Senna let Letty go slowly, dark eyes underlined with exhaustion surveying the scene before them.

"Wait," Senna held an arm out stopping Letty from walking over the tracks in front of them, "look."

"The fuck happened here?" Letty murmured, looking at a curling footstep, that lifted and vanished, reappearing a few feet away, in an awkward landing, with a few other footsteps around them, hurrying in a circumference. There'd been panic, and a surprise it seemed. There'd been...perhaps, she dared to hope to herself: magic.

Senna's eyes moved over the landscape and back, locking on the gaze of the Deusa.

The woman smiled and nodded, and promptly vanished.

"Check for magic," Senna urged Letty. The last time they'd been here, the presence of it had been overwhelming, and they'd known immediately that they'd jumped the gun. Even now, Senna didn't feel the prickling power that had greeted them in the same woods before. "Remember, breathe into it, focus on the feelings that are already waiting for you, the ones you don't even have to look for. Magic is always returning."

"Magic is always returning," Letty murmured, and then closed her green eyes and let her hands hover and roam over the earth. After a minute, she opened her eyes and smiled. "There's nothing."

Senna couldn't help the tears in her eyes. Finally.

A happy laugh bubbled from her lips and Letty had to admit to being in utter shock. In the year she'd known Senna, the witch had been serious and sad. Only recently had she even begun to show signs of vague amusement. And today? A fully blown laugh was enough to floor Letty. She could only join in, her surprised smile turning into an excited grin, that pinched her cheeks.

It was finally happening.

Caroline made her way over to the Salvatore mausoleum where Elena's body lay.

"So," she said sitting down on the stool she'd put beside the coffin, "I spoke to Stefan on the phone just now," the blonde lay a hand on the smooth wood gently, raking her nails across the surface while she decided what she was going to say.

Not that it mattered, because technically she was the only one who would even hear it, but even uttering any of the words aloud that she was thinking, meant that whatever lead to the conversation was real, and had happened.

"They're not even in New Orleans anymore," Caroline said, frowning, "I know none of this has anything to do with me, but I thought that one of them would at least tell me," resting her head on her upturned arm that was still on the coffin, she sighed, "Bonnie and I never talk," she waved her other hand sharply away from her body, "Matt didn't even say goodbye and Stefan made sure I called him thirty-six times before he answered!"

Only silence returned her sentiment.

"I feel alone," Caroline went on, "And I feel selfish over and above that."

"I could have gone to New Orleans," she burst after a long moment of silence, "I could have been with Bonnie while all this shit unfolds, whatever it even is!"

"You complain a lot," a new voice spoke from behind her.

Before she could even turn or register who'd spoken she was injected with vervain and fell to the floor.

The person who'd vervained her, pulled free a burner phone and called a number.

"The body's here," they said, "There was one vampire on watch, but it was more of a therapy session. Hilarious and tragic." They listened and hummed once, and then twice and hung up. "Come on, you two, we've got an apocalypse to get a going!" They clapped their hands and set out to transport both Caroline, the coffin and it's contents.

"Now," Senna hissed from behind the trees, eyes on the mausoleum.

Bonnie was in Klaus Mikaelson's bedroom.

There wasn't enough time to think about everything that came before this, there was also no incentive. Not once his mouth met hers, and her back met the plush sigh of satin that was his bedding.

Kissing Bonnie was like breathing in the wind of a wild flame, scorching the insides as they begged for the searing to lick them clean. Klaus laid his body over hers as their limbs tangled, their mouths pushed into and over each other, and their tongues traced the form of one another.

Bonnie was hyper-aware of the sensations coursing through her body, and the feel of him so near her, so with her in that moment.

They both pulled away for a moment, and looked at one another, then the symmetry made them smile and lean back in.

Feeling the energy that was usually twisting around inside of her, dance in the broader space that her and Klaus were making in that moment made her feel bigger, stronger, ready.

"Me too," Klaus said against her mouth.

"Does it scare you?" She asked, holding his face just far enough to evenly gauge his expression.

"You terrify me," Klaus said, honestly. "Every day since that night in the woods where you almost killed me, I've known that at least one person on this Earth has the ability to take everything that my life amounts to, and destroy it."

"Knowing you had that power, and lived under the thumb of the Salvatore brothers did more than anger me, it made me question everything I'd ever felt entitled to." He rested his forearms on either side of her while her legs stayed wrapped around his waist with his weight settled into her, "Knowing who you were, and who I was, and the lives we had to live to try and honour that, I've never for a moment thought you'd ever look at me the way you are now." Bonnie's heart sped, and a part of her wanted to know the set of her face was when she felt the way she did in that moment, too.

"I never thought that I had a purpose outside any of this, and I never thought that I could feel this way about anyone," he went on. "Not knowing what comes next is hollowing me out, but it's only bested by the fact that there is a chance it could turn out the way we are turning out...and that's a chance worth taking."

"Huh," she pulled him back onto her, chest to chest, "you're a romantic," she moved her mouth closer until it was brushing past his as she spoke while their eyes stayed locked on one another, "lucky me."

He curled his tongue into her mouth and ground into her, and their eyes fluttered shut in tandem. The confidence that came with their connection; communicating everything as it occurred to them, turned their sexual tension into a sequence of give and take that was quickly picking up the pace.

Bonnie decided she could kiss him for hours. Some other time, though. Now?

Now she wanted to know what a man who's had a lifetime of lifetimes could show you in bed.

Peeling off the rest of their clothes while trying to keep their mouths kissing, they relished the feeling of the other's skin.

They were both tired of waiting.

A breathy moan pushed the air out of Bonnie's lungs as he entered. Slowly, and with intent, Klaus reset the tempo. His back curled as her nails raked over his skin, slipping lower to guide him deeper. Taking his time, he thrust with a patient precision that threatened to knock her wind out any second, hands cupping her breasts as he rose up, giving her a full view of his tensing muscles as his body worked into hers.

Bonnie's mouth fell open, and dry gasps for air emitted soft, sighs of ecstasy. Using her magic, she re-positions them, moaning with him as he enters from behind, his hands moving over her body; one to run circles over her clit and the other to hold her neck so she stayed pressed against him and breathless.

Bonnie felt her body coil inward, and knew from the sounds their rhythm was making, that she was very close to her first orgasm of the night. Pushing her ass into him, and curling her back, she held her hands out to steady her, and added to the intensity of his thrusting.

A stream of curse words left his mouth, and as their orgasms spun their bodies into a further frenzy, a vision finally rose between them:

Two girls in Mystic Falls, battling a horde of dark-cloaked somebodies, and behind them, half-tipped was-

"Oh my god!" Bonnie gasped, confused by the equal pleasure and surprise from the vision's contents, "what the fuck?"

"Was that...Elena's coffin?"

The three of them had already eaten dinner, and Bonnie still hadn't returned. No big deal.

Damon was pretending not to notice the time going by while he waited for Bonnie to come back.

Not because he was in love with her, but because she was in love with Klaus, and there was no telling what kinds of disasters that would entail.

"Stefan come in here, I want to apologise!" Damon called, needing a distraction.

Stefan walked slowly back to the kitchen where Damon was standing, staring at the remainder of wine in the bottle in front of him.

"Did you say something about apple sauce?" Stefan wondered, "because I know you didn't say apology."

"Can you shut up, please? I'm having a break-through," Stefan raised his palms after pretending to zip his mouth shut. "When we got here, and I was still confused about the whole Bonnie thing, you reminded me of Lexi-"

Stefan's jaw clamped tighter. He was officially paying attention.

"-I want to apologise for what I did to her, and in killing her, what I did to you," Damon said as evenly as he could. "I'm standing here, worried about Bonnie, and with each second that passes, I understand more and more what I took from you." A pain stung Damon's chest, as the remorse sank in, and his eyes were earnest when they locked in on his younger brother. "If I was going to start anywhere on the apology tour with you, I think it's best I start here. With Lexi."

"I'm sorry for what I did to her. I am. I'm sorry I didn't know enough to care about what matters to you, the people that matter to you. I'm also sorry I didn't know love well enough until now to give it to you, but, this is me giving it to you."

Stefan was floored. It was a strange feeling to finally get the thing he'd been hoping for in vain all those years. To have it no longer have been in vain. To have Damon again.

"She's helped you change more than anyone you've ever known, myself included," Stefan murmured a while later. "She really is your Lexi, huh?"

"I love her," Damon said with a helpless shrug, "Bonnie gave me clarity and shifts my perspective every day like she gets a kick out of it...I don't want to know what I'd be without her."

"Well, let's hope Karma gives you a pass considering it's Bonnie we're talking about."

"I meant it," Damon said after nodding pensively, "I don't expect you to forgive me, but I meant every word I said."

"Damon, I forgave you years ago," Stefan quirked a brow, "You were never the apologising type before this, so I gave up on closure. But I value your words," he added on quickly, "Don't think I don't appreciate what you're doing here. I see how hard you're trying, and I for one am relieved to finally be getting my brother back."

"Me too," Damon said with a smile before he noticed a woman behind Stefan, "I know you."

"You do," the Deusa said, appearing to Stefan as well, as he turned around in surprise. "You know who I am to her."

"You're the Deusa," Damon said, walking to her, "Wait. Is it Bonnie? What's wrong?"

"Breathe," she told him, cupping his cheek, "Bonnie is safe, but there's someone who needs you. Will you come with me?"

Damon wondered why she was corporeal to him when he'd only seen a flash of her in the Angeles' forest, but he didn't want to doubt the danger afoot implied by her presence.

"Yes-" Damon said, and Stefan gripped his arm, getting Damon and the Deusa's attention.

"Damon wait," Stefan said. "Who is this? Where are you going?"

"Move," the Deusa said and her eyes began to smoke. The danger Damon had expected was closer than he expected as dread filled his chest.

"Where's Camille?" Damon asked, realising the woman must have walked through the door.

The Deusa growled and shoved them both back with a burst of magic and her visage changed.

"It would have been so much easier if you'd just listened," the shadow sneered before settling into a new facade.

Both the Salvatore's jaws dropped.

"...Elena?"

Bonnie and Klaus dropped through their portal hand in hand and hurried to the mausoleum.

There, Senna and Letty were back to back, and cornered by swirling, shadowy bodies.

The coffin was gone and so was it's contents.

Senna looked like her legs were about to give out, and Bonnie's instinct to run to her and shield her came as quickly the vision of Damon did.

"Go to him," Klaus decided, turning her face by her chin to look at him. "I won't let anything happen to them, and he needs you."

Nodding, Bonnie portalled back to Lake Charles, and hit the ground running as she landed back in the house.

Camille was out cold on the floor, but Bonnie checked for a pulse before sneaking to the kitchen where she heard talking.

"Who is this? Where are you going?" Stefan asked as Bonnie reached the door as Damon asked after Camille.

"It would have been so much easier if you'd just listened," the woman said, and Bonnie remembered the voice from one of her visions. The one where she'd been crying as someone threw Klaus' head into a swirling vortex.

Oh no.

"...Elena?" Damon gasped as Bonnie burst in and pushed out a bubble of power that pulled the Salvatores to her, and the being further away, pressed to the wood of the cabinets.

"You're not Elena," Bonnie growled, feeling her magic itch to be fully unleashed at the threat before her. "Show yourself!"

"You fucking wish," the being snarled and promptly vanished.

Bonnie said nothing for a while, but then dredged up a wall of power that lifted from her skin to the ceiling, and then through, sealing the house within a powerful spell of protection.

Bonnie steadied her breathing before turning to the brothers.

"Give Camille blood, I have to go-" and vanished.

Klaus hadn't had a good excuse to fuck someone up in a minute, and he could admit that he'd missed it. He told the smoking entities as much as he appeared behind them and cut through them with a fierce flash of fire and ripped their hearts out.

Clicking his neck side to side, he sighed loudly in content and smiled at the two girls.

Senna and Letty gaped back at him.

"And who might you be?" Klaus asked, turning to them. Letty's face turned confused as Senna's body dead-dropped to the ground.

Bonnie reappeared as she fell and Bonnie caught her, easing them both gently onto the forest floor.

"They're okay?" Klaus asked her, and she nodded as she cleared Senna's hair from her face.

"Her heart," Letty said from where she was fretting beside Senna, "she has a thing."

Bonnie rested her hand over Senna's chest and looked up at Klaus.

He kneeled and placed his hand over Bonnie's. They let a surge of power into Senna's chest.

Senna's eyes burst open, a searing white coming out of each eye like beams of light, and when her mouth fell open, more light came.

Letty could only shield her eyes until it dimmed.

When it did, Senna blinked up at Bonnie and numb with shock, only managed to lift a hand to Bonnie's cheek.

"It's you."

"Okay but where is she?" Camille fretted, unable to sit; pacing to and fro near the front door, hoping Bonnie was going to walk into it any second.

"I'm here," Bonnie called at them, from her bedroom in the house.

Damon pulled Camille to him and rushed through the house with Stefan until they got to her.

Klaus was setting an unconscious Senna down on Bonnie's bed, while Bonnie's hand stayed at the small of Letty's back.

"This is Senna and Letty," Bonnie explained, gesturing between them. "Letty, this is my family. Stefan, Camille and Damon."

"She told me this would happen," was all Letty managed to say, looking around the room.

"Camille, could you show Letty to your room, she needs to get cleaned up, and probably sleep, too, if you want to of course," Bonnie adding talking to the girl, "you're tiny, but we should have something for you to change into."

"Thanks," Letty said, suddenly awkward, but Camille held out a hand and nodded, leading Letty out of the room.

"I see you and Klaus decided to adopt two tweens to make it official," Damon said, looking over at Bonnie with a thousand questions brimming.

"You have a problem with adoption, Damon?" Klaus asked in return. "Odd considering you'd probably have been better off if someone else had raised you," a shit-eating grin smirked it's way from Klaus to the other vampire who grit his teeth.

"Like who? You?" Stefan asked with slitted eyes, "look what happened with Marcel."

"He could squash you," Klaus reminded Stefan, "and have you seen that smile? That's my fucking son."

"Senna and Letty came to us in a vision," Bonnie spoke, bugging her eyes as she redirected the conversation. "They're witches, and they tried to stop whoever our newest problem is, from taking Elena."

"We failed though..." Senna rasped, pulling the attention of the room as she rose with a wince, and moved to rest against the headboard. "I'm so sorry," she added, eyes lining with tears. "I can't believe we fucked that up," Senna jammed the heel of her hand to her eye, and then pulled her knees up and circled her arms around them, as she realised how many people were in the room.

"We have you to thank for trying to do what we didn't even know needed to be done," Klaus reasoned, kindly. "Do you know who they are?"

Senna shook her head, 'no', "I feel like an idiot. I thought this was about me, but it's not."

"What do you mean?" Bonnie asked, coming to sit on the bed near her.

"I've been looking for you," Senna said, chewing her bottom lip. "I'm an Oracle."

Klaus and Damon caught each other's gaze as they processed the word 'oracle', and then looked back to Bonnie and Senna. Stefan crossed his arms and came to lean against the far wall near the window.

"Me?" Bonnie asked, "why?"

"You're my true mother, the true mother" Senna said as if Bonnie should have known. "You're the Beginning."

"Mother?" Damon echoed.

"The Beginning?" Stefan asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"I've known since I could know," Senna said looking to each of them and then back to Bonnie. "You're finally back to your true form: the leader of witches, the maker of all living, the True Mother."

"Me?" Bonnie asked, still unbelieving.

Senna nodded.

"...You don't remember me?" Senna asked, eyes turning sad again.

"I'm sorry..." Bonnie shook her head sadly and Senna's head dropped as a sob escaped. "Hey," Bonnie said, pulling her into a hug, "I want to." Senna looked up at Bonnie and was convinced by what she saw reflected back. "Okay?"

"...Okay."

A/N: I love writing original characters, and doing it while listening to Beyonce is JUST what the doctor ordered.

Reviews are the thumbs up for me to finally crack open the lore that's been building behind this Klonnie situation. Do with that information what you must x