Forgotten

Girlfriend

Josie POV: I breathed in nervously as I muttered to myself, trying to figure out how to come out to Hope and Lizzie. I know that I'm supposed to be asking people if they spotted anything weird, but all I can think about is the fire. Looking over at Hope and Lizzie, I let out a huff of air before walking toward them. I'm gonna tell them. 

"I need to tell you guys something", I admitted as they looked over at me expectedly. 

Here we go. 

I can do this.

I looked between the two nervously before swallowing thickly. "Apparently this town has the biggest ball of yarn in the country", I blurted out as Hope and Lizzie shared looks of disinterest. "And nobody's seen anything strange", I told them.

This is gonna be harder than I thought.  

"This isn't exactly a hotspot of activity. Our hopes of finding anything are going up in smoke", Lizzie commented, causing Hope to look over at her in disbelief.

"Are you seriously referring to that fire in my dorm room three years ago", she gawked. 

"Guys. Can we not do this now", I pleaded.

"You mean the one that you set on purpose to sabotage our spring break trip with our dad", Lizzie challenged. "No, Hope. Why would I talk about that", she asked her sarcastically.

"Dude, you've lost it", Hope stated, rolling her eyes as Lizzie's face reddened.

"The only thing that we lost was a week of quality family time. Dad had to cancel the trip to deal with the damage. So mission accomplished", she gritted as I ran my hand down my face.

"You guys are just talking about ancient history", I retorted before wincing as I felt a sharp pain shoot up my arm, causing me to try and kill the culprit. "Ow", I hissed, cursing under my breath. Really? Again? Is this supposed to be some kind of punishment or irony? "Something stung me", I said, pulling my sleeve back to see a bee sting. 

"Ew", Hope whispered.

"Gross", Lizzie scowled, causing me to roll my eyes before hearing what sounded like buzzing. Looking up, we spotted a swarm of bees as I glared at them in annoyance.  

"This is plague-y, right? It seems plague-y", Hope asked us.

"It's plague-y", I deadpanned.

"Come on", Hope said, grabbing our arms as Lizzie pulled away. 

"I got it", she huffed as we quickly ran inside the building, closing the door behind us.

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Hope's POV: Opening the door hesitantly, I sighed in relief when I realized that they were all dead. "We need to find your dad. This way", I spoke up as we walked out the door. 

"Does this way take us passed the fire station", Lizzie asked, causing me to huff in frustration.

"Oh, my God. We barely just survived a biblical plague. For the last time, I didn't start that fire, and I've never ruined a spring break", I defended.

"Yeah, Lizzie, now's not the time", Josie cut in.

"Fifth grade. You callously gave me the flu while we were building our float for witch week", Lizzie told me. "With global warming, I may never see the Florida Keys. That's on you", she glared. 

"We built it with Alyssa Chang, who had pneumonia over spring break. It wasn't me, and neither was that fire", I told her honestly.  

"Um, hey-"

"Why did I see you giving us a death glare through the window", Lizzie demanded.

"There's a boil on my boil", Josie told us, causing me to look over at her in concern as the bee sting swelled.

"Oh, God", Lizzie exclaimed, swinching her nose up cutely. 

No! Stop it. 

Focus. 

I blinked as she snapped her fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

"Pick up the pace, Mikaelson. My sister needs...", she trailed off, watching as people were escorted onto a bus. "Medical attention", she finished quietly. 

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Lizzie's POV: I looked around curiously as we stepped off the bus. "Please form an orderly single file line and proceed to the triage tent for processing. Deposit your cellular devices with a representative", I heard a woman say as we made our way inside. 

"Did you see where Josie went", I asked Hope.

"Uh...oh! I think I see her", Hope said, pointing somewhere a head of us.

Walking forward, we quickly came to a halt as a woman stood in front of us. "You together", she asked us. 

"Yeah. You know, we just came in from Roanoke to see that giant ball of yarn you guys have", Hope smiled, causing me to roll my eyes. Seriously? That's what she came up with? 

"And she is", she asked, pointing a finger at me. 

"This is my girlfriend...Lizzie", she laughed, pulling me into her side awkwardly. 

"Girl...", I got out before she elbowed me in the ribs. 

The woman looked between us before stepping to the side as I glared at Hope angrily. "Girlfriend", I hissed, walking passed her.

"I panicked, okay", Hope sighed before pausing mid-step. "That guy over there", she said quietly. "He was outside of Seylah's house when we were in Kansas, with the fake gas leak", she said, causing me to frown in confusion.  

"Why were you in Kansas? Oh, wait, let me guess, it involved you insinuating yourself into a situation where only you could be the hero", I accused. 

"As a matter of fact, yeah", she nodded.

"I swear to God, you will do anything to get attention", I snorted, trying to pull my hand away. 

"Said the narcissist", she scoffed.

"Said the...other narcissist", I shot back.

"Okay, fine. You know what? Maybe I was jealous. Maybe I wanted what you had. A simple day with my family", she glared. "I lost half of my stuff in that fire, including the only painting I made with my dad. Why would I do that to myself", she asked, causing me to look away guiltily. 

"What's he doing here", I asked, trying to change the subject. 

"I don't know. Probably the same thing we were. Trying to cover things up", she guessed, clearing her throat as we watched them maneuver equipment into the back of their cars. "There are groups like this scattered all over the globe. Probably tracking the same activity we were", she explained.

"Awful lot of artillery, too", I noted, looking over the swimming gear. 

Wait. Why would they need-

"Lizzie, their gear. They're here for the urn", she whispered, causing my eyes to widen.

"Dorian...", I panicked.