Having spent the past six years of her life living in California, Frankie was no stranger to earthquakes. She'd even say she was relatively good at dealing with them, they didn't bother her so much and she'd only fallen off her board because of one once. Waking up to one shaking her in her bed in New Orleans however, did surprise her, enough to cause her to splash water on her face to check she hadn't been sleeping when she'd felt the world rock. Sure, the idea of an earthquake here wasn't impossible but she was fairly certain that one big enough to rock her apartment like that was an anomaly.

The third time her room shook it was coupled with a knock on the door which told Frankie that not only were the earthquakes definitely something weird, but that she probably was going to be late to work.

"Usually when you pick someone up for dinner you come in the evening, Elijah," she teased as she tugged the door open to see him standing there, "What's going on?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you," he said, no usual lilt of amusement in his voice, "I need a favour."

"I have work, I can't-" she broke off as another earthquake rocked the room, grabbing hold of the doorframe to steady herself. His arms reached out to catch her though he didn't seem surprised in the least by the way their world was rocking.

"I've spoken to your coworkers-"

Frankie knew the coded language of vampires by now and she knew that Elijah hadn't stopped by her work to simply ask for her hours, "You compelled them?"

"I did," he nodded, "It's Davina, I need your help."

"She's causing the earthquakes, isn't she?" she asked incredulous that sweet Davina with more power than she could hold was letting it burst from her like this.

Elijah nodded and anxiety bubbled in her stomach. She felt terrible she hadn't gone to see the girl after work the evening before, she'd been exhausted from the day and her shift but now she felt terrible that she'd left her alone when she was clearly this distressed. Though it was ridiculous to take responsibility for the situation she wished she'd done more than just ask Elijah to keep her safe, she wished she'd stuck with her, gone to her, even just called her.

"Will you come? I gather Camille may be less than comfortable," here Frankie looked sheepish causing a slight grin to cover Elijah's face before he continued talking, "I didn't want to draw her into this world when she seems so shaken but there are few people that poor girl still trusts. She should have someone there whilst we consult the witches."

"Yeah," she nodded, running a hand through her hair, "No, yeah of course I will. I've just gotta shower and I'll come over."

"Thank you," he smiled, "I have to collect a witch to help us but I'll come pick you up afterwards, it's not safe to be on the streets with these earthquakes."

"I'll just ride, Elijah," she protested.

"Please," he said quickly, concern seeping through as his hand reached out to her, "I need to know that you are safe."

"I'll text you when I'm ready."

It didn't take her long to get ready, she called Cami after she showered who was fine but shaken after the evening before. She'd seen Klaus after she'd woken up from being attacked with Davina and confronted him in the streets, threatening to out him as a vampire if he hurt anyone she cared for. Though Frankie was impressed by her bravery she was a little surprised she'd succeeded in defying Klaus so blatantly.

Her friend had been the one called in to cover her shift that Elijah had gotten her out of and she apologised for that too, telling her she'd update on Davina and Josh once she knew more.

Within minutes of messaging Elijah that she was ready he was back at the door, waiting patiently for her to retrieve her keys. She felt bad that she hadn't invited him in but the events of the day earlier were still clear in her mind and she didn't want to invite anyone in until she knew both Davina and Josh were safe and didn't need an Original free base camp.

"Hey little D," Frankie murmured softly as she entered the room Davina was laying in. She was in bed in a nightgown with tears running down her cheeks and Frankie wanted nothing more than to help her run away again, "Heard you're making trouble."

"Frankie?" Davina groaned weakly, "They killed us. He killed me and he killed Tim."

"I know," Frankie soothed, kicking her shoes off by the door and climbing into bed beside Davina to pull her towards her, "I'm so sorry D. I'm sorry we couldn't get you away."

"They just want me to forget what they did and use me again."

"I'm not gonna let that happen," she promised, her fingers running through her hair as Davina turned to the side and began coughing up piles of dirt, "I won't let Klaus lay a finger on you again."

"I'm scared."

"I know."

Another earthquake rocked the room and Frankie looked up to see the door being quietly pushed open, Rebekah appearing with as grim an expression that Frankie knew she too wore.

"You need to stay calm," Rebekah prefaced, stalking slowly towards the bed as she addressed Davina directly, "You need to stay calm as you listen to what I say. Your power is too strong, you're cycling through the four stages that represent the four elements that bound together the harvest."

"Earth is first?" Frankie guessed, her fingers gently pressing through Davinas hair while her thoughts flowed back to the earthquakes rocking their city and the dirt that was now spewing from her in regular intervals, "What comes next?"

"Wind," Rebekah answered grimly, "and since each stage is more intense than the last, let's just say she'll blow the roof off this place."

"I don't want to do it," Davina whimpered, "I don't mean to do it."

"We know," Frankie soothed, "I know. We're gonna get through this."

"After wind is water," Rebekah continued, "Rain, floods. And then final stage."

Rebekah was silent after this, she didn't have the heart to cause Davina more concern and yet she knew she needed to tell her the truth. She'd been wrapped up in everything from far too young an age and yet keeping things from her would be just as much a disservice.

"What is it," Frankie asked, "What's the last stage?"

"Fire."

"What do we do Rebekah," Frankie asked quietly, her eyes meeting the Originals causing her blood to run cold, "How do we fix this?"

"They want to complete the Harvest."

"No!" Davina half yelled half begged. Terror had enveloped her and even without supernatural hearing Frankie knew her heart was racing tenfold with fear of the thing she'd hidden from every day for months.

"The witches say you'll be resurrected," Rebekah assured her.

"They're liars," Davina shouted, "They'll say anything to get what they want. Just like Marcel. Just like you!"

"Davina you may think that I don't care about you, but you're wrong. I know what it's like to have your life stripped away from you because of other people's bad decisions. How do you think I became a vampire?"

"You're gonna be okay, D," Frankie soothed, "I'm here, we're gonna get through this."

"What is that?" Davina asked frantically, Frankie followed her eyesight and froze, watching the syringe that Rebekah held approaching her arm.

"Bek-"

"The more upset you become, the faster you deteriorate," Rebekah told them calmly though Frankie could see the pain in her eyes, "I compelled up some sedative."

"No," Davina begged, "No, no, no."

"We keep you calm, we keep you alive, Davina," Rebekah soothed.

"'Bekah," Frankie called out weakly, hating the terror crossing through Davina's body, "Don't, she's terrified."

"No," Davina begged, the terror causing winds to grow inside the room., "Please. No, Please, no.

The winds grew so strong the shutters began slamming and Davina's easel knocked over, papers and clothes flying about the room in chaos. Rebekah looked at Frankie as though asking for permission, Frankie frowned but reluctantly held herself back from stopping Rebekah as she pressed the sedative into Davina's bloodstream.

Frankie stayed with Davina until her body stopped writhing and the winds died down as her eyelids slipped shut into oblivion. She could feel Rebekah's eyes struggling to meet hers but as she pulled away from Davina's unconscious body she looked away, slipping past her and out the door.

Elijah was the one who found her. She'd wandered through the compound until she found a kitchen, pulling a bottle of wine from the racks, she'd curled up on the countertop without a glass. His hand reached out and it was only the feeling of the bottle being tugged from her grip that caused her to meet his eyes.

"I promised," she told him, anger coating her quiet murmur, "I promised I'd keep her safe."

"The Harvest was working before it stopped," he told her, rifling through the fridge until he found a loaf of bread, "If a nonbeliever like Sophie Deveraux can come to have faith that these girls will be resurrected, then I, also, am a believer."

"And if you're wrong?"

Elijah couldn't be wrong, he couldn't be wrong because he couldn't let Davina or Marcel or Frankie down. However many fears he had that the Harvest ritual wouldn't work he was forcing them away with determination, determined to be the force his family needed to prevent New Orleans falling to ruin without allowing needless pain.

"No one wishes to see Davina come to harm less than I," he told her, passing the newly made sandwich to her, "But there is no scenario here in which we simply wait this out. She's going to die and I want to give her the best chance of coming back."

"This is a rotten deal," she growled, taking a bite of the sandwich before putting the plate down beside her to hop down off the counter, "That poor girl is a child."

"I know," he sighed, motioning for her to follow him, "Come, I need to go to talk to a witch, will you stay here with Davina or do you want me to take you home? I'll call you if anything happens."

"I'm not leaving."

Davina did wake up but not until she was long gone from the Mikaelson compound, stolen by Marcel as Frankie waited downstairs. They first discovered she was gone as the winds started up again and the rain began to pound down to the ground. Klaus had stormed into the room she'd been left in yelling furiously about it and less than ten minutes later she sat and listened to Elijahs plan to consecrate their mother to give the witches power so they'd be able to sacrifice Davina.

She wanted more than anything to fight against the plan to help the witches complete the Harvest, terrified to risk letting Davina die if it didn't work.

When Elijah turned to her and asked if she was alright she wanted to yell or argue but she knew they were right. Though her arms were crossed and her brow was furrowed as they made their way to the cemetery she did trust Elijah, that he was honest with her that it was their only option and that he wouldn't deliberately hurt the girl.

Frankie had spent more than six months with Klaus or in Mystic Falls and yet despite her plethora of experience with magical rituals and supernatural loopholes she still fell silent at the sight of three teenagers with their throats slit waiting for them in the cemetery. The wind was howling around them and rain was thundering down and then fire appeared in the distance.

Frankie could feel Elijah's eyes on her as he pressed himself closer beside her, watching from under their umbrella as Marcel appeared with Davina in his arms. Davina wasn't fighting anymore, she wasn't crying or shaking instead she stood tall as he placed her down and she began to kneel beside her friends.

"I'm so sorry D," Frankie told her when their eyes met, "I'm so, so sorry."

"It's okay," she smiled weakly, turning to Sophie who seemed more anxious with each flickering flame beginning to surround them, "I'm not mad, I'm ready to do this."

"Do you believe in the harvest?"

Frankie could feel her fists balling up, she wanted to squeeze her eyes shut too and look away from what she knew was coming but she felt she owed it to her friend to watch.

She didn't notice as Elijah's fingers gripped her own, his free hand gently unfurling her nails from her skin, pulling her grip to his arm instead. He was used to her by now, to her tight grip as she tried to process something hurting her and he knew that she needed to do it to cope but if she was going to hurt someone he'd much rather she get out her pain through him and his skin which would heal in seconds and had faced greater pain in his thousand years than through her own. She was pulled ever so slightly in front of him as he did this and she leant back against his chest as though willing herself away from this situation.

"I believe," Davina said.

Barely a minute after she spoke the blade was torn across her neck, Davina choked out and then began to stumble backwards, finally falling into Marcel's open arms. Beside them, Rebekah and Hayley both turned in horror and Frankie even felt Elijah shift in discomfort as she clutched his arm so tightly that blood began to bubble from the marks her nails created.

No one spoke, it was almost as though they were frightened of breaking the silence reigning between them as Marcel carried Davina, placing her tenderly between the three other harvest girls. Soon after the rain pummelling down around them began to slow and then then Davina's hands and soon her whole body began to glow, the magic she'd been holding for months, slowly gathering and separating from her body as the Harvest allowed the magic back into the earth.

"After the Harvest comes the Reaping," Sophie called, "Their sacrifices made and accepted. We call upon our Elders to resurrect the chosen ones."

Frankie felt her heart begin to sink as Sophie began to beg the elders to resurrect the Harvest girls. They'd promised Davina she'd be resurrected and when nothing happened they each began to turn to one another nervously, terrified the thing they'd feared most was coming true.

"We call upon our elders to resurrect the chosen ones," Sophie tried again, desperation seeping into her words, "Resurrect your chosen ones. . . Please? I beg-"

Whether there was silence or not, all Frankie could hear was her heart thudding in her ears. Marcel turned and raced away from the scene as Sophie Deveraux fell to her knees sobbing, Frankie could feel her knees doing their best not to buckle as though her body too was shutting down in her horror.

"Come," Elijah said softly when it was clear all hope was lost, prying her fingers from his arm and holding her hand gently, "We don't need to stay any longer."

She didn't reply, she still felt shaken and all that Frankie wanted right now was to sleep until the next millennium. They walked slowly, Elijah had considered speeding them faster but he knew being outdoors made her feel better and he knew the fresh air would help. He could see her head was spinning and rather than pressing her to talk he led them back to the compound, passing her house along the way though she didn't stop or turn.

Frankie was the one to break the silence between them as he led her back to his room, closing the door behind them and turning to face her, concern clear across his face as he studied her. She had to force a weak smile to her face as she did, wanting to distract him from the questions on his mind that she knew he wanted to ask.

"What a shitstorm of a day," she said, forcing a deep breath down as she walked through the room, picking up Elijah's jacket he'd left hanging over a chair back and folding it lazily to avoid meeting his eyes, "Is your arm okay?"

"I'm fine," he nodded, his eyebrows furrowing in concern at the pain that still covered her face more clearly than any emotion he'd seen before.

"I guess I should call Cami and Josh, tell them how our whole escape plan for Davina was fucking useless."

"You can call them tomorrow," he spoke quietly, "We should talk about-"

"Leave it Elijah," she snapped, her eyebrows screwing up in annoyance, "I don't want to talk about it, I'm fine."

Elijah was frustrated, he knew as well as she did that she was far from fine and that her anger was so she could pretend she wasn't. He couldn't see why she refused to allow herself to feel hurt, instead she bottled it up until the pain forced itself out of her. He remembered the way her body collapsed in on itself after the death of her brother and he was terrified it might happen once more.

"Who is it that you're trying to convince," he asked, surprisingly more sharp than he often was with her, slowly stalking towards her with his eyebrow raised, "me or yourself?"

"Don't do this," she snapped, "Just leave it be."

"You cared for that child and now she's gone. Why do you insist on pretending you're not hurting?"

"Because she's dead and I can't change it," she growled, throwing herself into an armchair by the window with her fist covering her screwed up eyes, "There's not a fucking thing I can do to fix anything that happens here. I don't want to talk about it, please Elijah, just let it go."

There was silence between them, a long silence where Elijah watched her and she didn't watch him. Her fists were balled tightly but after a few moments she let them free, willing the anxiety down and pushing the girl she just watched die from her head. She wasn't sure what she needed now, she was fine, maybe if she got some air she'd be okay.

Elijah was the one to finally break the silence, to ask the question that had been plaguing him for months but that he hadn't had the courage to ask until now lest the truth was something that would truly break him.

"That day in California, I told you that if you wanted me to leave that I'd go, you didn't tell me to leave, you didn't tell me anything, instead you ran from me. Why?"

This was the conversation she'd been dreading since the minute Elijah's apartment door clicked shut behind her in New Orleans, that Klaus had been taunting her with for weeks, and that she hadn't spent a minute not thinking about. She knew she owed him an answer. It was hard to say the truth, it wasn't him but it wasn't not him, it was her world collapsing as she stood by and watched it. Just like today, just like every day, watching the world go by helpless to change it.

"I couldn't go back," she sighed, shuffling in her seat before standing and turning away from Elijah to instead pick up the book lying on the table nearby, "It was the way everyone looked at me."

"Looked at you?" Elijah asked, his face furrowing in confusion while his eyes followed her around the room, "How did they look at you?"

"With pity, with guilt. I didn't want a reminder of Ric every time someone tried to talk to me. It's the same way you looked at me now, it's all anyone does."