A Hope through time/ Hope Mikaelson in hp and teen wolf

Daphne's excursion in the woods yesterday supplied some interesting results.

The Ice Witch had located the Nemeton within the Beacon Hills Preserve with considerable ease. The damn gigantic tree stump was practically radiating powerful magic in every direction, acting exactly like a beacon for supernatural beings just like Hope mentioned it would.

The blonde explored the area, along with the root cellar at the base of the tree but Daphne couldn't remain in the cellar for more than 5 seconds before it felt like the air was being sucked out of her lungs. The protections around the Nemeton were quite strong and didn't take too well to Daphne's presence, almost as though the tree was judging her.

Alexandria, on the other hand, was able to enter the root cellar without any hindrances stopping her. The magic of the Nemeton accepted the Thunderbird's presence at the very roots of the sacred tree. Alexandria flew around the room and hopped around the shelves, mentally showing her Familiar what was hidden in the root cellar.

Considering the harsh restrictions around the Nemeton, Daphne saw no reason to stay in the supernatural meeting place for longer than she had to. The Greengrass girl called Alexandria back to her when she realised that Hope's Familiar wasn't able to remove anything from down the stairs and she also couldn't destroy anything with her lightning either.

The Nemeton's magic was blocking any form of violence or destruction or thievery.

Daphne used her own magic to scan the tree and its roots to discern what kind of protections were placed around the Nemeton.

Obviously there were protections to stop notorious actions as mentioned above.

However this probably explained why the Pureblood girl couldn't enter the root cellar without feeling like all the air in her chest was being sucked out of her body. The Nemeton's magic attacked those who had committed unforgivable crimes, such as killing another person or soul, something that both Hope and Daphne were guilty of.

Another thing the Nemeton's protections zero in on was the guilt one feels for their actions. This particular ward was the one Daphne was the most concerned about. Her fear comes from the pain Hope would experience if she comes anywhere close to the Nemeton.

Daphne spent the rest of her day in her animal forms travelling peacefully around the preserve, giving her wife plenty of time to set up the rest of the house.

Between the serenity of Daphne running through the forest and Hope's peace as she finished setting up the art room, drawing and painting. Originally Hope was working on landscapes until she couldn't concentrate on the memories of her wife's universe anymore. Instead images of the past few days entered her mind so she started painting Daphne, Allison and anyone else she considers family. Mixing and matching the universes, placing Allison in Mikaelson family portraits or in Greengrass portraits, showing Allison in the same space as Daphne's little sister, Astoria.

Eventually Daphne made her way home sometime around 5pm, feeling exhilarated from all the running. The blonde made her way up the stairs and into the art room, wrapping her arms around Hope's waist as she rested her chin on the Tribrid's shoulder comfortably.

"Interesting painting darling. Although I am wondering why you've painted 3 wolves under the protection of our archer? Do you think our assassin will be a wolf?" Daphne wondered.

Hope shrugged her opposite shoulder that her wife wasn't leaning on. "No clue. I just painted 3 wolves because they fit into the composition of the painting better than two and it felt right."

"How was your run?" Hope questioned as Alexandria happily flew onto her designated shoulder with a tired tweet, brushing her feathered cheek against Hope's before flying over to the perch Hope had made for the golden bird in the art studio, taking a long drink of water from her bowl.

"Informative, especially about the Nemeton." Daphne answered as the blonde explained her observations from earlier.

Hope finished painting the background with a blood-red moon silhouetting the dark archer and the wolves before adding in the tell-tale light and dark birds hovering over the Huntress' shoulders. "Huh… I never knew that the Nemeton had so many protections. That will make it difficult to pre-emptively stop the Nogitsune before it starts causing chaos everywhere it goes."

"If this Nogitsune is as bad as you think it is, you need to tell me everything you know so I can help you stop it." Daphne pointed out, letting go of her wife as the Tribrid started cleaning up her work station and her oil stained hands.

Hope huffed, grumbling evilly as she glared down at her hands using turpentine on a cloth to clean her hands. "The Nogitsune is largely responsible for Allison's death. So yeah, it's bad."

An ice wall rose up around the blonde's soul link with Allison, blocking the ravenette from listening in as dark thoughts entered Daphne's mind at the implication of the death of their aforementioned soulmate.

"Too bad we can't get into the root cellar or just destroy the Nemeton. I already hate that bloody tree stump for being a natural-made supernatural hotspot like the Stonehenge, otherwise I would take great joy in watching you burn the bloody thing to ash!" The blonde seethed with a pulse of cold magic flowing out from where she was standing.

Daphne's impressive level of anger pulled a small smile from Hope as she tossed the cloth onto a table before stepping forward, pulling Daphne's icy hands into her own, her wolf was purring as she played with the 3 light blue gemstones on Daphne's engagement ring.

"Love? I think you've been spending too much time around us Mikaelsons. You're starting to sound like us." Hope pointed out with a grin.

Daphne made a dismissive noise in the back of her throat. "Is that such a bad thing?"

Hope gave her one of her father's famous smirks as she slyly replied. "Depends on who you ask."

- - -

Chris groaned as he placed the last suitcase into the taxi before slamming the trunk shut. He moved around the car and hopped into the back seat with his daughter, leaning forward as he gave a new address that Allison didn't know to the driver.

The ravenette waited until the car started moving and her father leaned back against the seat before shifting slightly in her seat and lowering her voice. "That's not our address."

"I sold our old house to some Hunter buddies of mine. They have no interest in moving to Beacon Hills so they plan on renting it out." Chris answered quietly as he narrowed his eyes on the driver who kept glancing in his rearview mirror.

Allison also noticed the movement of their driver as well causing her to shift back to her side of the car. This short conversation was the only one either of the Argents spoke while they were in the taxi.

Allison felt like a century had passed by with how long the journey from LAX to Beacon Hills in the suffocating taxi cab. 2 hours of intense quiet mixed with some pointed glares from her father to the driver each time he saw the driver using the rearview mirror to spy on them.

Between the 6 hour car trip back to their home in south-west France, then the 3 hour or so to the airport, the 2 hour wait at the airport before boarding and the 17 hour flight itself, Allison felt damn near claustrophobic. Since meeting Hope and Daphne, Allison has spent the last 2 days practically within arm distance of her father.

The 17 year old loves her father but this level of proximity for such a long period of time was setting Allison on edge. The Huntress needed her freedom.

Allison has always despised being stuck in one place for too long, especially if someone has told her she couldn't leave. Allison had hated that curfew the school and police put into effect literally like 1 month after she started up at Beacon Hills High. This curfew was only put into place due to Peter hunting her and wanting to get Scott to join his pack by killing his current friend group of Stiles, Lydia, Jackson and her, his girlfriend.

Once the taxi pulls up to an apartment complex, Allison finds some buried energy hidden somewhere in the deep recesses of her soul. She practically jumps out of the cab in record time and races around to the back of the car, the driver barely had enough time to pop open the trunk before Allison was reaching in and pulling out all of their belongings.

The suitcases were removed from the trunk and placed on the ground before her father even managed to get out of the cab as Allison slammed the trunk door closed. As soon as Chris shut his door, the cab practically burnt rubber as he raced away from the odd father-daughter duo.

The driver was deathly afraid for his life since the only part of the conversation he overheard was about hunting and hunters.

"I'm starting to feel sorry for anyone who comes into contact with our family. We have an uncanny ability to frighten everyone we come into contact with." Allison remarked with a deadpan expression on her face as she collected her 2 suitcases.

Argent could only sigh in response while picking up the remaining bags and leading the way into their new home.

Chris originally wanted to go interrogate Lydia as soon as they got back to Beacon Hills. Allison however, vetoed that decision as she wanted to go home and unpack her belongings before falling asleep for a whole day. The closer she got back to Beacon Hills, the less agitated she was feeling.

Ever since Allison has come into contact with the universal travellers in the police station, Allison has been running on some otherworldly force, filling her with energy during the middle of the night or random spots throughout the day.

The Huntress wasn't sure whether it was distance or the prickling sensation under her skin that kept her wide awake for the past 2 days. These effects did lessen each time Hope or Daphne spoke to her in her mind which gave her some semblance of peace but it never lasted for very long whenever Hope or Daphne stopped mentally talking to her.

The other reason Allison gave her father to wait until tomorrow or the day after to talk to Lydia was the fact that Hope and Daphne were currently speaking to Lydia right now. Allison believed that without her there to play peacekeeper between her father and the couple.

The Huntress was afraid that she would find one of them in a bodybag within 10 minutes, most likely the one in the bag would be her father as Hope informed them that she was immortal and Daphne had literally risen from the dead only a few days ago.

The older Hunter reluctantly agreed although he used the excuse that they should begin their research with rested minds and bodies. Allison rolled her eyes when she heard this but relented as her dad did listen to her. Although this possibly had more to do with the diary she gave her dad with the information Hope and Daphne shared with Lydia a couple of days ago.

Allison had stupidly mentioned that she could sometimes eavesdrop on conversations that Hope and Daphne were having with her father. The one thing that she didn't mention to her dad was that this ability was completely dependent on the soulmated pair.

If either Hope or Daphne didn't want her listening in, Allison had no doubt in her mind that they could easily block her out or use this connection to their advantage by listening in to all of her conversations.

But instead of abusing this connection they have with her, they informed her about the bond, what they were capable of doing with this link between the 3 of them. Most importantly, they made a promise that they would teach her how to manipulate the bond so she could have her own privacy and boundaries.

The Argent duo exited the elevator on the 4th floor with Chris moving first, heading straight ahead to the door at the end of the hallway before placing one bag on the ground as he fished out his keys. Allison glanced around her father's shoulder to see the gold-coloured number '402' on the door.

Allison realised quickly that her father has remarkable hand-to-eye coordination as he had the door open within a second after he touched his keys. The Huntress huffed silently in annoyance as it normally took her multiple attempts before she was able to get the key to enter the damn lock.

Chris didn't even bother giving a tour for his daughter as he already knew that she would explore the house in her own time like she did every time they moved. It became a game for them, timing how long it took her to locate the armoury and in turn, her archery equipment.

But that small burst of energy she got when getting out of the cab disappeared as soon as she entered her bedroom on the first door she opened. Allison dumped her bags on the ground at the foot of her bed, the only things she removed from her suitcase were the pieces of clothing for Lydia. She shook them out, trying to get rid of as many wrinkles as possible before hanging them up.

Allison looked at the rest of her clothes before making a grunt and waving her hand in a 'I'll do it later' motion and collapsing face first onto her bed. Her body, mind and soul were finally at ease and feeling utterly content allowing the Huntress to fall asleep promptly.

- - -

Hope and Daphne had gone through a brief description of the supernatural creatures from Hope's world as the couple took Lydia on a tour of their home. The strawberry blonde suddenly appeared on their doorstep at 9 o'clock on the dot rather than them apparating across to Lydia's place.

The Tribrid didn't have a detailed documentation for these beings in her world as they were considered myths until Hope's second boyfriend, Landon, stole a magical knife, bringing these creatures back to life.

The Magical Creatures from Hogwarts didn't take too long to explain either as Lydia did her own research by hopping onto a Harry Potter Wiki page on her computer after Hope and Daphne left her house 2 days ago. Some creatures Daphne expanded on if Lydia had more queries about specific creatures.

Unfortunately for the magical couple one of the creatures Lydia wanted more answers on was the Veela. Hope and Daphne looked awkward as they told the strawberry blonde that she would have to wait to get those answers as they needed to talk to Allison first.

Lydia's green eyes widened as she plopped herself down on the couple's couch. "Holy shit! You dated a Veela? Wow… I'd say Ally would be pissed but with our last school year… I'm not so sure."

Allison dated Scott, Jackson hit on her in order to make Scott jealous and Matt was stalking her. Then there was the drama that was her family, Aunt Kate, the arsonist and murderer, Gerard, her grandfather who was a sociopath and her mother, who committed suicide in her best friend's room.

Hope's sea-blue eyes widened slightly at Lydia's implication while Daphne looked away from both the girls in the room to hide her familiar blush at the memory of Fleur.

"Why would Allison be pissed? It was before we even met or knew about our other Soulmates. We broke up with Fleur when she found the person she wished to bond herself to. As far as I can tell there's no animosity between us and our ex. We even managed to clear the air with her before arriving here in this world." Hope replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"Besides we already planned to tell Allison about Fleur when we discussed the soulbond between us the next time we see her hopefully within the next few days. So can you do me a favour and at least give us until the start of the school year to tell her?" Hope added as she stretched her arms above her head, sighing at the pop in her shoulders.

Lydia stared at Hope, wondering if she can tell if the Tribrid is telling the truth or not. "Fine… But only until the day before school starts up."

There was a surprisingly awkward silence between the 3 girls as Hope and Daphne could actually feel Lydia's internal argument with herself as they took a seat on the other couch in the living room.

Alexandria flew inside the open back door that the Emrys couple kept open for her within the ill intent wards that Hope and Daphne had erected along the boundary of their house. So the Thunderbird was immensely surprised upon entry at the sight of the strawberry blonde in the Emrys' new home that she forgot a couple of wingbeats. This caused her to quickly flap her wings to compensate for the sudden change in her flight from her shock.

The golden eagle made an inelegant landing on the table in front of the two couches before squawking madly towards Lydia wondering how did she get into the house?

" Relax a little Alexandria. It's not like Lydia is going to harm us unless we give her a reason to, then again, I don't think a Banshee has the power to kill a Tribrid. Deaf, absolutely. Death, doubtful depending how immortal I am. Lydia has the capability to pop my skull open literally and I have no idea if this could kill an Original or more appropriately the Original Tribrid. " Hope informed her Familiar through their bond.

The bird made a little disgruntled noise. " That didn't answer my question. In fact that answer concerns me more than I initially imagined. Thank you for that! "

Hope was about to reply to Alexandria but Lydia chose that moment to break the silence after being shocked out of her internal struggle in her mind. "What am I?"

The Tribrid, Ice Witch and Thunderbird all turned to look at Lydia. After a few moments Daphne and Alexandria turned to face Hope, knowing that she had more information about this question than they did and decided that it would be up to Hope to share what she knew.

Hope felt the stares from her Soulmate and Familiar before sighing as she looked directly into Lydia's jade-green eyes. "If you truly want the answer to that question I can tell you, but I need to know… Are you absolutely sure?"

Lydia knew why Hope was giving her an out by offering her the chance to change her mind.

But the events for the past year were really getting to her; the attack she suffered on the lacrosse field on Prom Night, everything that happened to Jackson and finding out about the Kanima. Then there were the hallucinations, the lost time, the strange fugue states she couldn't remember anything about and not to mention the impending feeling of death always around the corner.

Lydia was resolute with her decision.

Lydia needed to know the truth. "Please? Tell me. I need to know. I feel like I'm going insane and no one is telling me anything but the two of you. So please, what am I, Hope?"

Alexandria remained quiet as she continued to listen to the upcoming and more than likely emotional conversation the strawberry blonde was about to hear from her Familiar. Quickly realising that as impatient as the golden bird is, Lydia was obviously way more freaked than the Thunderbird's inquisitive curiosity that she remained silent.

Besides, it's rather common for Hope to answer Alexandria's or Myrddin's questions when in casual conversation or aloud as the Tribrid normally answered them all the time aloud much to Daphne, Freya, Lizzie, Fleur, Harry and the Flamels amusement since she always did this around the Flamel Cottage or within their company. Hope had felt comfortable around these people and had no issues talking aloud to the birds as they would notice Hope's attention was on one of the birds while they were flapping or squawking at her in reply.

Hope nodded her head slowly in acceptance as she leaned forward with her elbows resting on her thighs and her fingers were interlocked tightly together with her chin placed on her clasped hands. "Okay."

"I had originally considered telling you by listing all the traits that you possess and have you guess which supernatural creature you are since you obviously enjoy researching as proven by your extensive knowledge on Hogwarts magical creatures. But I can tell that you're not interested in waiting and guessing for my entertainment." Hope mentioned with a small smile before shaking her head and sighing.

Lydia narrowed her eyes slightly at the Tribrid's suggestion. She would normally be interested in this method of making her guess what type of supernatural being she is. However this was also the exact reason why she wasn't interested in a guessing game. The strawberry blonde's patience and sanity was bare hanging on by a thread.

Hope looks up from her hunched position to lock eyes with the stoic younger girl sitting off slightly to the side of her. "Lydia… You are a Banshee."

Lydia blinked blankly as she retreated back into her mind, recalling any instances she's experienced and comparing it to what she knows about Banshees from folklore. They are Harbingers of Death and also known as 'The Wailing Woman'.

The amount of times that she's been in the same proximity to people that have died or were about to die was becoming ridiculous. The hallucinations. Seeing Peter as a teenager. Resurrecting him… Lydia couldn't find it within herself to disprove Hope's claims.

Thinking back this all relates back to the night Peter attacked her. "Di–Did Peter do this to me?" Lydia softly questioned as she began shrinking into herself on the couch.

Hope scrunched up her face for a moment as she considered the query for a moment. "No… Being a Banshee is a hereditary gene passed down the females of a bloodline, occasionally the gene can skip a generation but usually it runs pure. However when Peter bit you, he did jump-start your abilities."

The Tribrid took a breath as she pursed her lips into a thin line. "Usually Banshees gain her powers when she reaches adulthood so she has enough time to build up her mental barriers and mental preparedness. The stress of predicting death can be devastating for an untrained Banshee. Some Banshees can't cope with the mental fractures on her psyche and check themselves into mental institutions. While others, like your grandmother, discovered the horror of being able to predict death and doing everything in her power to learn how to control this ability so she could find a way to save the people who she screamed for."

"My grandmother was a Banshee?" Lydia blurted out as her eyes flicker back and forth as it looks like she was searching through her memories for her grandmother. Trying to see if she could connect her Banshee symptoms to her grandmother and why she was admitted into Eichen House.

After a few moments of silence as Hope and Daphne figured out that Lydia didn't actually want an answer to that question, quickly realising that she was deep in thought.

Suddenly Lydia gasped as she held a hand to her mouth in shock and her jade green eyes became wet. "My dad admitted her to Eichen House when I was still a kid. I despised him for that decision. It was the main reason why I chose to live with my mother. I thought if he could do that to his mother, my grandmother, what would stop him from doing something like that to me if I started showing the same symptoms as her."

"Grandma was the only one who constantly checked in with me… Who encouraged me. She always told me I was special. I just thought it was pride but she actually meant it literally… Didn't she?" Lydia started to sob quietly as she pressed her hands over her eyes to hide her wet tears.

Hope and Daphne shared a sad expression, slowly rising to their feet, approaching the distraught girl like a wounded animal. The couple separated and sat to either side of the crying strawberry blonde, offering whatever comfort they could to Lydia.

Lydia flinched at the light contact to her sides as the other girls sat down beside her but they shifted slightly so they were no longer touching her. However they remained close enough that Lydia could feel the heat coming off Hope's body and the frigid air coming from Daphne to let her know that she was not alone.

The Banshee suddenly jerked and convulsed violently, barely moving from her spot on the couch worrying the two girls on either side of her deeply. Hope and Daphne suddenly froze as they felt a very familiar feeling, one they haven't felt for a little over 2 months now.

Hope was quick to use her insane speed to grab her Soulmate and move them to the other side of the room.

The Tribrid's face was shifting alone with the rest of her body, some bones broke as the tougher and stronger wolf bones took their place. Fangs, claws and her magic readied at her fingertips as Lydia stopped convulsing, staring blankly ahead with glossed eyes and a dark aura surrounding her.

Alexandria was in mid-flight as she flew off the table and towards her Familiar. The golden bird was swiftly growing into her four-winged form, albeit much smaller than her true secondary form as she didn't have the room to expand within Hope and Daphne's new house. The Thunderbird was in front of the magical couple, shielding them from the new threat in the room.

The strawberry blonde tilted her head ever so slightly to the left, cracking her neck with a loud pop before slowly turning her head towards the defensive Emrys pair on the other side of the room.

" It's been a while hasn't it, Miss Mikaelson, Lady Greengrass. " Came the otherworldly voice from the strawberry blonde's throat that was so very obviously not Lydia.

Hope growled quietly at the figure possessing the young Banshee as she answered with a small glare. "Death."

The Thunderbird let out a screech as she started up a thunderous storm outside. Hope and Daphne were internally grateful when they recalled the cloudy skies they saw this morning while making breakfast. Hopefully, no one will question the sudden thunderstorm that came from out of nowhere.

'Lydia' smirked as she rose off the couch, casually moving towards the other end of the furniture, away from the Emrys pair with her hands placed behind her back, completely unbothered by the loud rumbling thunder that was shaking the very foundations of their new home. " In the flesh… So to speak. "

Hope and Daphne glared at that remark and 'Lydia' somehow pouted at the response from the two girls. " I thought that was a good pun. "

"Too soon." Both girls replied offended that Death possessed Lydia then has the gall to gloat about taking over her body. Even Alexandria was pissed at Death's poor sarcasm as another powerful lightning strike shook the house.

Death scoffed before waving Lydia's hand in dismissal at both the girl's simultaneous response and the outrage on the elemental bird's narrowed features. " I rarely get the opportunity to enter the Mortal World. Let me have my very small moment of freedom would you? I can't even stay here for very long… This vessel has a rather exceptional connection to me but unfortunately for me at the time she's not strong enough to hold my presence for an extended period of time. "

" I'm here because I want to ask the two of you for a favour. " 'Lydia' announced with a smile that wasn't quite a smile but one of those expressions like she didn't know how to produce a smile.

Daphne remained where she was hidden protectively behind her Tribrid's powerful frame and Alexandria's electrified wings. The Ice Witch moved her head slightly so she could talk clearly from over Hope's shoulder.

Daphne knew she would have to be the one to carry the conversation between Death and the couple. Her Mate was still holding a bit of a grudge against the ethereal entity for killing both of them just a couple of months ago.

"Why come to us? It's not like we exactly left on the best of terms, Death. Even if you did give us the opportunity to see our loved ones again and gave us a chance to say our goodbyes. You did kill us and the Mikaelsons are exceptionally well known for being able to hold a grudge for centuries." Daphne questioned with accusation laced in her ice-blue eyes.

Surprisingly the one expression that Death could easily pull off with Lydia's features was a malicious smirk. " Because the two of you are selfless in your actions and actually want to help people, especially those you consider family. For instance I know that you want to save Allison from her ghastly fate in nearly 3 months. "

"Are you going to stop us from saving her?" Hope growled with burning orange eyes and waves of magic pulsed violently from her body, her Witch side obviously angry with the threat hanging over Allison's head.

" I can't exactly stop you, nor can I actively help you. But between Fate and myself, we can make it a lot easier for Allison to exist in a world where it was her fate to die. The only person who currently holds the title of living past their fate was a man that you saved and exonerated, Sirius Black… But tell me if you can. What is to stop the universe from taking back what it perceives was stolen from it? " Death answers the Tribrid over the large feathered protector blocking the entity's view before asking its own question in return.

Hope and Daphne frowned as they considered Death's words, truly wondering if it was true.

The Emrys couple may not like Death but the ominous force of nature has never lied to them before. Death has always been irrevocably and undeniably neutral in the circumstances of life.

'Lydia' shook her head with a Dementor moan as she placed a hand against her head in annoyance. " Never mind answering that. I don't have enough time to explain existential theory with you. "

The Soulmated pair blinked once before they simultaneously shifted their expressions to a resting bitch-face at the backhanded comment Death gave them.

"What do you want, Death? Just ask your favour. Let us decide between ourselves whether or not we will help you. Then get the bloody hell out of Lydia's body!" Daphne asked with a tired sigh, obviously over with Death's sudden appearance in her new friend's body.

" ... Fair enough. My favour is relatively simple in the greater scheme of things… I think. I want the two of you to teach this vessel how to use her abilities and train her. You already care about this Banshee as she's your Archer's dearest friend and she's obviously grown on you the last few days. " Death replied with an all-knowing and confident tone filled with darkness.

" Lydia Martin is possibly one of my strongest human vessels and she is a vessel I am readily able to access without a long battle of wills between myself and other manifestations of Death incarnate. Gods, Goddesses, the Faye, Multiversal variants and other immortals who've had thousands upon thousands of years to master their mental barriers against me. " Death explains as Lydia's mouth moves ominously, a deep dangerous voice escaping the strawberry blonde's throat as she speaks for the dark entity.

"You want us to train her… Just so you can stay in her body for a longer period of time? Why the bloody hell should we even consider that?" Daphne inquired ludicrously at the mere suggestion Death made while Hope growled dangerously showing where her loyalties lie.

" Help her or not. The choice, as always, is yours to make. Free Will is such a fickle thing. " Death shrugged Lydia's shoulders one last time before leaving its vessel's body, unable to continue possessing Lydia as she's not strong enough yet.

Lydia's eyes rolled up into her head. The strings holding the strawberry blonde body up were viciously cut causing the Banshee to fall towards the ground lifelessly.

Hope and Daphne felt the moment when Death left Lydia's body, the tension instantly leaving their bodies. The Tribrid was indeed fast enough to race out from behind her protective Familiar, swooping up the unconscious woman before she had the chance to hit the ground.

Alexandria blinked in shock as her four-winged form reduced back to the size of her eagle form. The thunderstorm crashing over their heads quickly dissipated at Death's departure. The dark clouds were slowly shifting to a soft grey with a chance of rain later as she realised the threat was no longer in the vicinity.

Daphne approached her partner, helping her by moving Lydia's outer arm over Hope's shoulder so it was no longer dangling out to the side and compacting the Banshee's body to Hope's chest. With the new position Hope was able to shift her grip slightly, moving her arms into a more comfortable and modest position.

The Tribrid carried Lydia in a conservative bridal carry as she ferried the strawberry blonde up the stairs and off to one of the spare rooms.

Daphne followed behind Hope quietly. At the sound of wingbeats near the blonde's ear Daphne tilted her head to the side to give the bird a bit more room for a landing platform. Alexandria whistled her thanks in the blonde's ear before brushing her feathered face against Daphne's cheek, worry and concern etched into the young bird's small face.

The moment Hope placed Lydia on the bed, Daphne leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms over her generous chest in a non-aggressive manner.

The Pureblood Slytherin Witch was simply tired from her already long day even though they've only been awake for 4 hours and she didn't want to beat around the bush about Death's favour. "What do you want to do?"

Now that Hope was no longer protecting Daphne or carrying Lydia she was finally able to transform her body to return back to normal with her bones cracking loudly causing Daphne to flinch at the sound again. Merlin, she hated the sound of her wife's bones breaking.

The Tribrid grunted at the sensation looking defeated and drained at the interaction with the omnipotent being. "I don't really know. We already promised to give Lydia the information she needs to protect The Pack but I didn't have any plans to actually train her."

"I admit I would've helped Lydia with interpreting her visions and premonitions. I'd even try to help her with her clairaudience abilities if I can. I feel like that's the least I can do for her." The Werewolf Queen added thoughtfully and Daphne just nodded along.

"She's Allison's best friend and also reminds me of what could happen to Luna or Lizzie if they didn't have someone to help them. I won't simply stand back and watch this precious, brilliant girl be committed into Eichen House again…" Hope trailed off as a memory of Lorraine Martin lying in a bath filled with her blood and a hole in the back of her head.

Daphne sucked in a broken breath as Hope had broadcasted that image over their soulbond only, easily blocking out Allison from this conversation with their shared Occlumency. Thanking their lucky stars that their other Soulmate was asleep after her long flight making it easier to contain this memory from the Huntress.

"That was Lydia's suppressed memory I just showed you. Lydia was unfortunate enough to have witnessed her grandmother's final moments in that hellhole only a short 2 years ago. I don't think the Beacon Hills Pack are aware just how much Lydia is hurting." Hope shook her head in disgust.

An expression crossed the Tribrid's face, once that Daphne was intimately familiar with, Hope was remembering something about her past.

"Did I ever mention why I attended therapy without putting up a fuss like Alaric was expecting me to?" Hope questioned the blonde.

Daphne bobbed her head slightly. "I assumed that your genius brain knew that with the losses you experienced in such a short period of time, you knew that you needed therapy."

Hope smiled awkwardly as she nodded her head once in agreement with a look that screamed 'that's fair' but Hope also shook her head slightly. "I mean… That is definitely one reason why I went to therapy. But the other reason was that I knew I needed something or someone to ground me… I knew that I was a ticking time bomb."

"With a family like mine; the anger, the betrayal, the resentment, paranoia, hell I assume that there is insanity somewhere in my family tree. Whether it is from my grandparents, Inadu or my father and his siblings. I don't know. All I knew is that I needed help."

"What I didn't realise was that I didn't need Miss Tig. She may have been a therapist but she was loyal to Alaric and was aware of my family and their past. She would constantly share what I was saying with Alaric which would be illegal if any other therapist did this. Miss Tig constantly berated me. She didn't trust me. She feared me… A therapist can't help their client if they don't share a certain amount of trust with them. Who was afraid of their client harming them." Hope told her partner as she could see the fear in Miss Tig's eyes when she interrogated the traumatised and angry 17 year old Tribrid about the use of Dark Magic to find Landon.

"I needed someone like you, Daph. You've grounded me more efficiently than my mum or dad ever could." Hope mentioned with some tears building in her roaring sea-blue eyes.

Daphne smiled at Hope's admission but apparently the Tribrid wasn't done yet. "I want to be that grounding person for others. You, Allison and our 4th, in particular. But I've always had a thing for saving those whose lives have been ruined due to some form of loss that leads to mental traumas… Like me. Aunt Freya, Luna, Lizzie, Harry, Susan, Lydia, even Allison… And potentially you as well, my love. This transition into another world can't be easy for you after the recent loss of your father."

"Definitely not." The blonde sighed sadly in agreement.

"Although I think the only reason I haven't had a complete mental breakdown is because I'm here with you, darling. You also help ground me, Hope. You're not the only one who benefits from this soulbond. Any time I feel immense sadness about my home, mother or sister, I feel you in the back of my mind and that's all the reassurance I need." Daphne gushed with lovey-dovey eyes before a little sliver of mirth entered the corner of her icy eyes.

"Well… That is until Allison's mind squeaks by occasionally in our Soulbond with a small 'hello'." Daphne explained with a little laugh at the end.

Hope smirked as her hand unconsciously moved up to play with her Mikaelson Crest necklace as she made a little chuckle. "It's kinda adorable how Allison's subconscious keeps trying to reach out to us whenever she's resting or asleep."

"Yeah… It really is." Daphne admitted with a sweet blush on her angular features.

The Ice Witch finally asked a question after a few minutes of silence and scratching at the attention-seeking bird's head. "I'm assuming from this conversation alone we will at least help Lydia to some degree, right?"

Alexandria had been continuously bumping her head into Daphne's cheek until she relented and scratched under her beak pleasantly, making the sweet bird chirp happily.

Hope chuckled lightly at Daphne's observation as she quipped back. "To be honest, I was kinda wondering if you were going to try and talk me out of it actually?"

"Nah. It's not worth my time and effort to change your mind on something that's impossible to change. It's the potential of Death overtaking her body after getting us to train her in mind, body and spirit, that's concerning you, isn't it? " Daphne replied knowingly but with a sad expression on her face.

"I hate the fact that you know me so well." Hope partially complained with a pout and a single shake of her head.

Daphne could only smirk at the remark even though her thoughts were rather concerned about the Banshee's fate. "I also know that you will most likely agree to train Lydia if she wants to learn. Even if it will drive you completely nuts to start training someone from the ground up."

Hope huffed as she crossed her arms petulantly over her chest, mumbling to herself. "I could still do it."

"I know that, darling." Daphne instantly placates her Mate with a cheeky grin.

"But do we really want to give Death an advantage to enter this world for an extended period of time by training Lydia to become Death's weapon. Capable of using Lydia's Banshee powers whenever Death deems fit? What's to stop Death from utilising Lydia's abilities and using them on us?" The blonde shot off some quickfire questions that were also circling in the Original Tribrid's mind.

"You've shown me some short visions of Lydia beating up some… I was going to say olderlies. But I realised from your adamant protectiveness earlier of Lydia that these people are from Eichen House, people who harmed her… And her grandmother." Daphne mentioned as she had a forlorn expression on immaculate features.

Hope's nose twitched at the memory of the hole Dr Valack drilled carelessly into the back of Lydia's head. The trephination surgery Lorraine had performed on herself. Brunski practically hijacking the aftermath of the surgery to access the Deadpool List before killing her.

"I don't think that I could in good conscience leave Lydia untrained and vulnerable… You know, I've always wondered why The Pack here didn't protect the humans in their group better or at least trained them a little bit in self-defence." Hope admitted with a hint of anger in her voice.

Daphne couldn't make any objective observations about this comment as she didn't know enough about this universe to make any unbiased judgement calls.

The only common factor linking all the worlds together that the Tribrid has had the pleasure of visiting within the last 10 years was the utterly disturbing fact, that in every universe there is always a group of teens. Protectors of their town or country, sometimes even family. Risking their lives constantly without a foreseeable end in sight.

Daphne could understand Hope's disgust about the entire situation as the brunette had already gone on a spiel about this very issue to her Aunt and herself nearly a year or so ago now.

Alexandria flew off Daphne's shoulder to make her way over to the headboard above Lydia's head as she looked down at the strawberry blonde in fascination. The sunlight-coloured bird could feel Hope's immense respect for the unconscious Banshee on the bed.

The respect that Hope would only give to someone who has gone through hell and survived, surprisingly with their sympathy and heart still intact after the horrors they experienced.

The couple remained quiet as they stood in the spare room awaiting for Lydia to wake up although they had migrated towards one another, brushing their shoulders occasionally.

Hope had to mentally tell Alexandria to stop asking her questions about Lydia as she didn't want to explain what she knew about Banshees more than once. Hope told the Thunderbird to wait as patiently as she possibly could, much to the bird's annoyance.

At the sound of a displeased and painful groan from the bed, Hope and Daphne finally pulled themselves out of their heads. Turning their attention over to the bed as they were originally staring out the window or looking around the room in deep thought. Both girls had thought it would be creepy to watch an unconscious girl continuously while she wasn't even aware it was happening.

Although that didn't stop either of them from using their supernatural hearing to keep a non-obtrusive eye on Lydia's health.

"What the hell just happened? God! My head is pounding!" Lydia groaned as she pushed herself up to a sitting position on the unfamiliar bed.

Daphne moves forward a few steps before stopping for a moment as she speaks quietly, hoping not to irritate the other girl's migraine further. "Hey Lydia, do you mind if I help you and take some pain away?"

Lydia finally manages to open her eyes at the lovely soft British voice, vaguely recognising it as Daphne's as her memories come back to her. She looks over the blonde's shoulder to see Hope's worried features as the brunette looks over her in concern.

"Can I have some aspirin?" The strawberry blonde's croaky voice sounded as a sharp pain stabbed into her forehead making her groan again.

"We don't have any aspirin Lydia. Supernatural healing makes it very difficult for either of us to get a headache but Daph can help heal you and soothe the pain in your head if you want?" Hope informed the other girl softly.

"Yes please." Lydia pleaded as her eyes scrunched up in pain as she gently leaned her head back against the headboard with a hand cradling her head.