InsaneJournal

Who: Elijah and Freya
What: Freya dreams of Elijah dying and doesn’t respond well
When: August 1st
Where: Elijah’s
Warnings: Reference to character death
Status: Log | Complete

Freya’s dreams had been more sporadic, coming slower than they had previously. At least they had been. Though now it seemed a bit more consistent - though that also might have to do with how little time Freya had been spending in Orange County because of her work. With so much travelling to Texas or the border or having to go to New York, it was almost as if Orange County was determined she dream when she was back. First the dream of the party when they were trying to root out the Hollow’s follower and Elijah killing Dominic in front of everyone and her conversation with Keelin about being something different, forging her own path. The conversation that had struck a chord with her. The dream that she’d had and then been woken up by Tyler in desperation, her going against Klaus and saving Caroline and the fall out from that.

The two still hadn’t managed to make up. Klaus was stubborn and his pride undoubtedly was making it so he refused and Freya wasn’t going to walk back what she did. She had meant it when she said that she wouldn’t sacrifice who she was as a person just because of his moods and ego. Her work keeping her so busy that she wasn’t around certainly didn’t help matters either. Still it did mean she was alternating where she stayed when she was in Orange County between her other brothers.

Then there had been the dream where Dominic came back, the plan to go it alone and get information and keep her family alive. How she had died once again and the pent up feelings for Keelin. The fear and pushing away because of mistakes being made that could have cost lives, the desire to be seen and known despite all of the callous, viciousness she had when it came to protecting her family. A feeling that she knew all too well and at least in that department she wasn’t as willfully obtuse because she and Evie had already moved past that stage. Though it was a warning perhaps of what could happen should she ever find herself in a similar situation as to, well, any she found herself in the dreams when it came to crises that involved her siblings.

Then it had been another trip, more overworking herself and now she was back in Orange County, once more at Elijah’s. She honestly couldn’t wait until the vacation she and Evie had planned because while work would be involved, it would be a welcome respite from all the drama and just exhaustion.

So of course she had another dream. Elijah missing, poisoned. Having to find a way to save him. Everything dies, Freya! Not Elijah. Not today, okay? She knew that Vincent had a point, everything died. And her family had lived for so long, but she had only had them back for a fraction of that time. She had seen Finn die and….and that was it. The loophole she knew had to exist. Save Elijah’s soul. But it was risky, he was too weak, it was impossible to know what would happen. Still Klaus had offered to be the sacrifice instead because he would survive the transfer and she and Hayley went to find Elijah with the cure for Marcel’s bite in order to save Elijah.

Except the Hollow showed up. The power was something she had never felt and she had felt a lot of power in her long life. The cure was gone and there was only one shot. The necklace as it seemed their plan had been anticipated. It breaking and her hand covered in blood. The demands of Klaus that she keep searching even as she was exhausted and emotionally raw. Another brother she had failed to save. The one she had sworn to protect when he had been in Esther’s womb…. The constant trying, the desperation and then the distorted scream as Hope touched her. The flashes of...whiteness. But what stayed with Freya was the scream.

Waking with a start, Freya couldn’t place herself (something that the constant travel and alternating where she was staying certainly didn’t help) and her heart racing.

“Elijah.”

She had to make sure he was okay. She couldn’t lose him. She refused.

**
He’d been up later than normal, working on the computer in his study. It came with the territory, after all. Working with hedge funds meant strange and long hours, especially if international trade was involved. And with most of Asia less than half a day ahead, it made sense at times to work into the evening.

Having bid Freya good night, Elijah hadn’t expected to see her again until morning. The poor girl had been working herself to the bone driving her non-profit and any disagreements with their brother only added to the weariness she undoubtedly felt. Elijah felt it, too, truth be told. But any musings on Niklaus were cut short as he heard his sister’s heart start to race. Then came the tossing and turning. It was still unusual, to have such developed senses, but he would hazard that she was having something of a nightmare.

By the time Freya sat up, gasping his name, he was at her door, knocking gently before opening it tentatively. “...Sister?” Concern shone in his eyes, evident even in the darkness. Whatever she needed, he was there.
**
And before Freya could even realize she was at Elijah’s and go in search of her brother, he was there at the door. While her mind was still racing, the feeling of failure when the pendant broke still lingering even as she had seen that whiteness and heard his scream in her ear, she at least could place that and her heart rate seemed to normalize with that realization.

“You’re okay…”

That was all she really needed. True she could comment on the fact that he was still up, but given her own work and how often she had to coordinate with people in other countries, not just her girlfriend via magical Skype, as well as the fact she knew Percy did similarly with his own work. Well, odd hours was actually fairly common. She was just mostly US focused at the moment that she could go to sleep at a more regular hour. That and the sheer exhaustion from her current state of existence thanks to work and stress from everything with Klaus.

“Sorry, did I interrupt anything?”

By waking up. But now that she knew he was fine with no concern to her own wellbeing (another common theme for her), she was now aware that he may have been involved in something before she had woken up from another Dream that left her terrified and grieving her family even when they were right there.
**
“Nothing is more important than you,” he assured her, stepping forward. Knowing his sister as well as he did, Elijah was certain that she would downplay her reaction to the nightmare. It was who she was, after all. She wanted to protect her siblings. It was an understandable instinct from Elijah’s point of view, given that he felt the same instinct.

Taking a seat on the edge of her bed, concerned eyes studied her. “What can I do?” Given how her heart was still pounding, it was unlikely Elijah would leave her on her own, no matter what she said.

**
That was debatable. Then again, Freya knew that she would say the same were the roles reversed. Even with everything she had on her plate in regards to work and currently no real outlet to just decompress, if something were wrong with one of her siblings, she would focus on that if there was even a hint of something she could do. And when there were things she couldn’t do, she’d still do all she could even if all it was ended up being emotional support.

“Honestly, there’s not much that can be done. You’re here and fine and that’s all that I was concerned about.”

Which should make no sense, he was now an Original vampire, there should be nothing that could hurt him. But oh, Freya knew that there were things. She had the means to at least heal him should it get to that point though. Which… okay that helped because she had what she would need to heal the poison since it was made with Marcel’s blood should it come to pass here as well. No one to knock the last of it out of her hands.
**
Whatever she claimed, Elijah was taking it with a grain of salt. Freya may have wanted to allay his concern but it wouldn’t be dismissed quite so easily. Instead, moving forward into the room, he took a seat on the side of her bed.

“I am here and I am fine,” he agreed. “The dream must have been especially intense.” He knew how they could be, how they felt like real life, lingering even after one awoke. And, while Elijah wouldn’t press her for details if she didn’t wish to discuss them, he would at least give her the opportunity to take comfort from a conversation.

“May I get you anything? Tea? My supply has expanded since your last visit. I have some herbal tea without caffeine.”

**
Sometimes it was best to take things with a grain of salt when Freya and how she was doing was involved. Goodness knew she had a tendency to brush off her own issues - health or otherwise - to keep others from worrying.

Still she was slowly getting heart to stop racing once she was able to focus on the here and now and get herself grounded. “That would be an understatement.” So okay, pretty much all dreams felt like they were going at a breakneck pace with some new things to be upsetting. But as a rule she was good at compartmentalizing. Usually. Situations involving her family and death or injuries or threats though? Then it was a bit harder. “But I have what I need to keep it from happening if it crosses over and that’s all that matters.”

So help her, none of her brothers would die from Marcel’s venom should it cross over for them.

“Tea might be good.”
**
“Of course.” She was better than she had been when he had first entered, her heartbeat slowing to a more normal pace but for his part Elijah wouldn’t relax just yet. He was worried, even knowing that it had been only a dream.

“I’ll have a cup ready in a few minutes. Do you wish to join me in the study?’ Rather than asking directly if she would be able to sleep after such an intense dream. Experience told him she might bristle at an overt sign that he didn’t quite believe her.

**
Freya didn’t expect Elijah to relax just yet, even if she was fine. Or as fine as she could be given all the drama and work and how she was running herself into the ground and now the dream. She didn’t respond to them all that often. Only the ones when they dealt with her family and their wellbeing for the most part.

At least Elijah wasn’t going to ask pointed questions, Freya could work with that.

“Yeah, that sounds good. There are some things I should check.” And then probably read while keeping tabs on Elijah. She knew that she had her ‘magic go bag’ should something happen and it was needed, she knew that Elijah was further back in the dreams so the main thing she was worried about, Marcel’s bite or now poison with his blood, was a long time coming. But there was knowing something logically and then still needing to keep tabs on her brother even if it was just by staying in the same room for a bit and doing their own thing.

**
Lips twitched slightly at the work comment. “As long as you do not work the night away,” he teased, pushing himself up. “I am sure, important though your work may be, everyone will understand the need for at least some rest.”

But Elijah kept his tone light, not pressing or ordering her. It would have been laughable. Though he had a thousand years of experience in his mind, she would forever be his elder sister. Instead he leaned in, lips brushing across her forehead before he straightened again, offering her a hand.

“Shall we?”

**
Everyone had their own ways of decompressing, work was Freya’s. Or more it was something to keep her busy and get her focused again even if what she read would probably just anger her. Such was the nature of her life and work though, especially at present.

“No, nothing like that.” Even if she would prefer staying up right now, Freya knew that the reports she needed to check shouldn’t take all that long. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t then just find a book and curl and read in the room for as long as she could. “Well you know what they say though. No rest for the wicked.”

Smiling some, Freya took the hand.

“Lets.”
**
“Yes well when that phrase was coined, I don’t believe it was meant to be taken quite so literally,” Elijah answered, tucking her hand at his elbow once she was standing. All the better to escort her to the study as a true gentleman would.

“While you settle in, I’ll brew your tea. I’ll be back shortly.”

**
“Since when have I ever done something the way it was meant to be?” Freya always had been contrary in that way. Something not meant to be taken so literally? She would take it literally. She did so in the dreams as well though when there was a pressing matter. Poisoned? Big deal there were things she had to do even as she was slowly dying or sick. Running herself into the ground because of the constant stress and decisions by the administration in power with no chance of a reprieve, especially with everything that happened with Klaus? Big deal. Work and personal life be in direct contrast with their father’s views and votes and basic political life? It was who she was.

But at least with Elijah there was quiet. At least in this moment. She knew that things could and would cross over, but she was prepared for that. She had everything she needed. Elijah would not die here. Just like Finn would not die here. And while she would point out she was more than capable of walking to the study, she knew that her brother was ever the gentleman and so it was just his nature.

Once in the study, Freya nodded as he said he’d be back with the tea shortly.

“Thank you, Elijah.”
**
“You are quite welcome,” he answered, offering his elder sister a smile in return. Hopefully she would be able to relax, if not immediately rest. And he would do everything he could to ensure that she did so.

It didn’t take him very long to brew the tea, returning with a small teapot and an empty cup. Only enough for two or three cups of tea but better too much than too little.

“There you go, Sister. And I shall leave you to your work.” While he returned to his for a bit longer.

**
Resting would take more time, but at least being able to keep an eye on Elijah would help her relax. Logically she knew of course that he would be fine. She didn’t know where he was in his dreams, when she’d need to help with potential bleed over. But she had basically all she needed for that whenever it should happen. But knowing that on a logical level was completely different than the irrational part of her mind following watching him die and hearing his screams in her head. That would haunt her for some time to come even as she compartmentalized to go on with her daily life.

Two or three cups would be more than enough. So taking the the small teapot, she poured herself the first cup of tea to settle in and work as Elijah did the same.
**