Pray For The Wicked : Kol Mikaelson [2]

193: Where We Find Ourselves

MARCH 2013

MJ's first stop following Dahlia's defeat was Josh's.

He'd half packed up his place, one bag tossed carelessly, open, clothes falling out of it, showing that he'd probably thrown it at a wall.

She closed the door softly, "Hey."

"'Sup," He rubbed his face, "...So what's happened to the werewolves?"

"Klaus got Dahlia to curse them."

Josh shot up from his sofa, "What?"

"Mhm," She came to sit on the coffee table, "I was hella worried Sam was with you when it kicked in."

Josh was staring at his hands.

"I'm gonna find the Deveraux Grimoire and fix it, but I don't know if Dahlia made any changes."

He was looking around the room aimlessly.

"Whether you stay or go, I'll keep you in the loop. And," MJ tried to read him, "You know Sam won't be mad if you dipped."

Josh still wasn't responding.

"None of us will."

"Aiden's brother," His voice shook, "He's fifteen."

Her fingers twitched.

"The pack were the only people he had left."

"And I will keep an eye on him."

Once she found out who he was.

"I'm gonna make a list of people affected. I mean," Her eyes fluttered shut, "Sam paid bills."

Through compulsion since turning, but still.

"His family are gonna need help..."

She would cover them. If they needed it. Whether it was from her new Lockwood account or the Mikaelson one – she'd decide once she'd spoken to his parents. They might not want her help. They might not need it anymore. Either way, MJ needed to check, and she was definitely going to offer.

"You don't have to worry."

Josh reached forward.

Initially, it was like he'd planned to take her hand.

He just ended up pointing at her.

"Yeah?"

"I don't know what to do."

MJ's head bobbed.

"I can't – I can't just sit in this apartment – " He moved the hand to his face, pulling at the skin as it moved down, "But where the hell do I go?"

She breathed in slowly.

"I don't have anyone," He shook his head, "My parents kicked me out – no one in my old life was really my friend – and I have friends here, but I can't stay in this freaking apartment!"

His eyes were shifting, black lines close.

"It's like I'm suffocating in it."

"Then move," MJ spoke sharply, "You can have my old apartment."

One that needed a massive cleanout.

"Or, you can join me in my new one."

He stilled, red eyes returning to human, "What?"

"My reward," She pulled out the keys, "Klaus compelled me a building."

It was hilarious to say.

"Four floors. The bottom two are connected for business," MJ had looked over the detail on the walk, "I was thinking gallery. But, there's a kitchen space, so it could be a café or a bar...Whatever I want it to be. The top two are an apartment."