Over the next week, Klaus was around the house more often, and when his siblings were around, they couldn't help but be amused at how domestic Klaus and Helena acted, despite their insistence that they weren't together.
She was alone one night, in the library reading, when a wave of dizziness hit her. Soon after, she began to feel extremely feverish. She reacher out of her chair to get her phone, but lost her balance and fell on the floor. Something was happening and she was afraid for her child. She lay there, on the floor, for a moment. It felt so good to not move because the dizziness almost wasn't there.
She reached over for the phone that had been knocked onto the floor and quickly dialed Klaus' number. He'd find out what the witches were doing to her and stop them. Tears sprang to her eyes when Klaus didn't answer, but she dialed him again, hoping for a different result.
"Come on." She mumbled, holding her abdomen. "Ahh." She gasped as a pain shut through her.
When Klaus didn't answer on her third try, she called his brother, who thankfully picked up.
"Elijah." Her voice wobbled.
He was instantly alert. "What's wrong, Helena?"
"There's something wrong. Please." She pleaded for help as another rush of pain swept through her.
"Helena, hold on." She nodded, knowing he couldn't hear her. "I'm sending Rebekah."
It took a few minutes after the call ended for Helena to pull herself to a sitting position, her back leaning against the chair. She was trying not to think about what was happening. If she could just do magic, this wouldn't be a problem. And she hated herself for it. She was relying on Klaus and she couldn't protect her baby.
Rebekah stormed in, quickly finding Helena. "Helena, what is happening?" She questioned, kneeling next to Rebekah.
Helena shook her head, tears springing to her eyes. "Where's Klaus?" She asked.
"With his old friend, Marcel, of course." Rebekah snorted, not realizing the damage she'd do by telling Helena something so flippantly.
"I think they're doing something to the baby." Helena was surprised when Rebekah grabbed her hand.
"Elijah will be here soon." Rebekah moved some stray hairs that had fallen into Helena's face.
"Rebekah!" Both girls were relieved when they heard Elijah's voice.
"In here!" She said.
Elijah walked in, dragging Sophie Deveraux by her arm. He let go of her and sped over to the girls on the floor.
"What did you do?" Helena glared at Sophie.
"It wasn't me." Sophie denied. "Another elder, Agnes, used me because of our connection. I'm sorry."
"Fix it, then." Rebekah insisted.
"I've asked Davina to unbind them." Elijah informed Helena.
"Can we trust that little witch?" Rebekah spat.
"It's your only option." Sophie crossed her arms. "I can try slowing this down, giving Davina time."
"Do it, then." Rebekah spat.
Helena had been silent. Her baby could die because of Klaus' enemies. She was in so much pain and she was swallowing each wave, attempting to not show Elijah and Rebekah how malicious the witches were.
"We have to bring her fever down." Sophie commanded.
Helena was broken out of her thoughts by Elijah, who picked her up.
"Get her in the pool." Sophie commanded as she mixed herbs provided by Rebekah.
Helena held onto Elijah's shirt tightly and started to shiver. She closed her eyes for a moment as another wave of pain hit.
Sophie waded into the pool. "Drink this." She commanded.
When Helena refused, Elijah sighed. "It's okay, Helena."
Helena begrudgingly allowed Sophie to bring the bowl to her lips. A moment after she swallowed, she gasped, the worst pain yet had hit her. "Merlin!" She cried out, not noticing her slip of tongue.
"She's going to lose the baby!" Rebekah yelled from the edge of the pool. "Do something!"
Sophie looked up at the sky. "It's been lifted. Davina did it." She mumbled.
The Originals sighed in relief. Helena felt so exhausted and cold, but she was most concerned at the moment with the close proximity she had to Elijah.
"Thank you." She said softly as she pulled out of his arms. He walked behind her in the pool as she waded out of the pool. Rebekah helped her ascend the stairs and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.
"Please." Sophie called out to Elijah. "Don't let Klaus kill Agnes." She pleaded.
Helena's exhaustion lifted at the words. "Agnes deserves whatever is coming to her. She is despicable." She spat, angrily.
Elijah put a hand on Helena's shoulder. "I will not allow Niklaus to kill her." And at that moment, Helena knew who would determine Agnes' fate. And she would not survive the night.
Helena had taken a shower, washing off her sweat and the chlorine for the night's activities. She was slipping on a night shirt, when Klaus walked in. She didn't acknowledge him as she adjusted the shirt or as she walked over to her bed. She lay on her side, under a blanket when she felt the bed dip with Klaus' weight.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly.
"We are." Helena said stiffly. She couldn't deny him that knowledge. When she felt him move to ay next to her, as he had done every night that week, she grew angry. "No."
"What?"
"Get out, Klaus."
Klaus laughed. She couldn't be serious.
"I called you. I thought I was going to lose my baby." She yelled.
"I was looking for Agnes, trying to get her to reverse what she did!" He yelled back, outraged that she was angry.
"You didn't pick up the phone! Elijah could have easily taken your place and you his! I didn't want your siblings! I wanted you. And I can't need you because you will never fully be invested." Her voice descended in volume to a whisper. "Whatever we were, we're nothing now."
"Surely-"
"I'm tired, Klaus. Please, let me sleep. I had a rough evening."
Klaus sighed angrily, but left the room, slamming the door shut.
Once again, Helena waited for Klaus and the other Originals to vacate the plantation before going to the library. It had become a habit, they'd leave and she'd work on controlling her magic. She hadn't spoken to Klaus directly since their fight. He spent next to no time at the house except when he would silently come to check that she was alright. Helena could tell that whatever he was working on at the quarter was reaching its apex.
She'd been working on a silent protego for awhile now. She wanted to be able to protect her baby on her own if it came to it. There was a loud crack and for the first time since his original visit, Kreacher appeared.
He bowed. "Mistress."
"Kreacher!" Helena was surprised at his appearance.
"Mistress, Blood Traitor Ginny Weasley-" Helena gave Kreacher a sharp look but let him continue. "Andromeda Black, married the mudblood, she did, was attacked and taken to St. Mungos."
"What? By whom?"
"Weasley wants to notify you that the half-blood's son is alright."
"Kreacher!" She was appalled that he still called Remus a 'half-blood'.
"Kreacher is sorry, Mistress." He mumbled.
"Kreacher, can you wait a moment and then apparate me?" She pleaded. All thoughts of her pregnancy and Klaus problems flew out the window. Teddy needed her.
"For Mistress." Kreacher nodded eagerly.
She quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed a notepad and pen that was left there, probably by Elijah.
Klaus,
Something came up. I hope to be back before you read this, but if not, I will be back as soon as I can. She promised.
Helena
She knew she couldn't levee without alerting them. She ran up the stairs and grabbed the beaded bag that once belonged to Hermione. It was filled with all the magic things she didn't want the Originals to stumble across. She carefully ran down the stairs. At twenty weeks, she had begun to show, but a large sweater was enough to hide it until she told her friends, and more importantly Teddy. Her stomach wasn't as big as most pregnant women, her small stature ensured that, but it was more than a small swelling.
"Thank you, Kreacher." She clasped his hand and she felt the familiar sensation of apparation.