2:14 There's A Place Where The Lost Things Go

There's A Place Where The Lost Things Go

Part 1

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You kept your eyes glued to the ceiling. "Well, it's fun, y'know? Being able to run with the ball and get a touchdown." You whispered. "Being able to feel the wind in your face while running, the adrenaline when holding the ball and running for dear life." You continued.

A small smile creeping to your lips as you thought of you and your dad playing while your mom watched. "I can't really explain it." You whispered, letting your eyes fall slightly. "I guess I'll just have to teach you so you can see for yourself." You whispered to her. You then stopped as you realised she had fallen asleep.

Letting out a small and quiet chuckle, you kissed her head and rested your head on hers, falling asleep as well. Being in her arms was the best feeling, never in a million years would you have guessed to end up with someone like her. Shortly after, you fell into a deep slumber, the warmth of her arm around you engulfing you.

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You, Hope, MG, Josie, Lizzie and Rafael all sat in the corner of the gym, Emma circling you guys. "As supernaturals, we all carry a burden. Our eyes are open to evil. And recently, you've had to face it. Some of us process these traumas by suppressing what happened. For others, it's easier to bury it deep inside and pretend like nothing's happened at all." Emma paused, stopping behind you guys. "Still, others may take a different route, such as-"

"Pushing people away in an attempt to self-isolate? Because everyone they love is in perpetual danger, which often results in them becoming perpetually dead." Hope explained, not wanting to be here like any of you. "See? There. That's it. That's my therapy. Can Kate and I go now? Because, uh, Landon's outside trying to fly-" Hope was cut short by you.

You raised a finger. "and could use a spotter." You finished for her before she got herself into trouble. you leaned forward, hoping she would say yes but let out a soft groan and leaned but in your chair with her response.

Emma was now in front of you all, standing beside a thing covered by a towel. "I'm afraid not, Hope and Kate, because the point is we can all do better at processing the traumas we've been through. Which is why Dr. Saltzman has asked me to conduct a special group lesson today." Emma explained, getting to the point.

"Hmm? Mm-mm." MG hummed and shook his head side to side, not wanting to do this. Josie just let out a sigh.

Lizzie looked at both of them in disbelief before moving positions in her chair. "I, for one, could really use this, and I would appreciate everyone's support." Lizzie pleaded to the group.

You stared at the ground as you raised a hand. "I'm supporting against my consent thanks to Emma." You responded with a monotone voice, looking at her.

Lizzie stuck her tongue out at you, causing you to glare back. "Honestly, I don't know why I'm here, but I'm down to help." MG said to Lizzie, feeling obligated to help the blonde, but to cover it up he did finger guns at everyone

Emma than cut in. "You will all have an important role to play in this simulation." Emma stated, ignoring the comments everyone said. Everyone just gave her blank stares,obviously not wanting to be there. "Oh, stop looking at me like that. It'll be fun." She stated enthusiastically. Emma then grabbed the towel and pulled it off. "This device was created by Professor Rupert Vardemus." She started, placing the cloth down on a chair behind the box.

"Ew." Lizzie said at the same time MG said, "Okay... "

Emma looked back at Lizzie. "The real Professor Vardemus. He's quite famous in mystical therapeutic circles. It's his variation on a Chambre de Chasse. All your psychological concerns will be transferred inside to form a shared narrative." She explained, walking back over to the box. "Now, the world you create together can be anything, from pirates on the high seas to spies in the Cold War." Emma explained how this therapy box worked.

You zoned out every now and then, just wanting to leave. Hope smacked your arm to pay attention,you stared at her before looking up at Emma, shaking your head. "But no matter what it ends up looking like, it will be designed specifically to help you. Out here, you're unconscious. You'll have no awareness that you're in a simulation." She stated.

"So, it's like a game?" MG inquired, Josie and Lizzie looking back at him.

Emma responded with a small hum and nod of her head. "Uh, how do I win?" Lizzie questioned the former Counsellor.

Emma now looked at Lizzie. "Simply reach the end of your story and you'll be given an escape word. Say it aloud and you'll become self-aware again, then wake up here, having discovered something valuable in the process." She explained how to get out of the box which seemed quite easy. "Any questions?" She asked the group.

"Uh, yeah. I have a question." Lizzie stated, looking back at the group before lowering her voice a bit. "What the hell is she doing here?" She questioned, nodding her head towards the brunette walking in, the brunette being Jade.

"Hi. Uh, sorry I'm late. Uh, weird dreams." jade apologised, momentarily glancing at Josie before grabbing a chair and sitting besides Hope.

Emma watched the vampire. "You're just in time, Jade. Don't worry. What we're about to do here is merely a simulation." Emma then moved to sit down before stopping herself. "And I'll be in it as well, and self-aware the whole time. I promise to keep a careful eye on all of you." She stated reassuringly.

You and Hope grabbed each others hands, since you chairs were quite close, and closed your eyes, the group doing it as well. "Everyone think of bright, sunny, tropical beaches." Lizzie said before Emma opened the box, it illuminating a very bright light but soon after you fell into unconsciousness, your head falling to the side slightly.

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You entered the bar, Landons, a shop created by you and the help of your girlfriend, Hope. You walked behind the counter, grabbing a tray for the empty glasses.

As you grabbed empty glasses from the tables, around six stood on the tray. You went to go back to the counter when you saw your girlfriend, you making your way over to her. "Evening, gorgeous." You whispered into her ear, knowing shivers went to down spine since she froze.

Walking behind the counter, you completely missed the gentlemen on the edge of the counter, sitting near the entry of it. You placed the tray down and took the glasses off, placing them into the sink. "This ain't a peep show." You heard Hope say, you looking over you saw Hope scold and man for looking at a women.

"Can you blame me?" He retorted, not taking his eyes off of the star. Hope placed down an empty water bottle on the edge of the counter, holding the journal for how many people have entered the bar and how much money they've made in her hands still. "Elizabeth Saltzman's a star. I've seen all of her movies." He continued.

You walked over, grabbing the glass bottle and easily filling it up and placing it in a storage fridge under the counter. "I'm bad with faces." Hope replied, opening the journal, starting to write stuff down.

MG glanced at Hope. "I'm hoping that's not the case." He said, moving to take something out of his jacket. You walked up to Hope, watching as the man slip a photograph of himself and another man. "I'm looking for my boss, the best P.I. this town's ever known." The gentleman explained.

You picked up the picture, placing it back on the table so Hope could look at it. "Like she said, Slick Hair, she's bad with faces." You pushed the photograph back towards him. You watched as he opened his mouth but stopped him. "And before you ask me if I recognise him, I'm bad with faces too." You continued, not wanting to help with an investigation.

You turned around to continue serving costumers, but he continued. "He's in danger, Miss Mikaelson and Miss Lockwood." He stated, placing the photograph back in his jacket.

You and Hope both stopped what you were doing and stared at the man, confusion written on your features. "How do you know our names?" Hope questioned, resting her arm on the counter as she dropped her pen.

"The same way I know both your liquor licenses' are expired." He continued, causing you and Hope to stiffen in your places. "So, let's help each other out." He continued.

Hope let out a sigh as she described the person the gentlemen was looking for. "He looks like the kind of guy who comes here for the music. If I were you, I'd ask the dame who sings, because I don't." Hope stated, grabbing her pen and journal, and turned away, shaking her head. You moved away, going back to the sink to wash the glasses.

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The bar, after a few more hours, was now dead silence, the only sound in the room was you and Hope cleaning up the glasses and tables. You stood inside the bar, cleaning the table when you came across a picture of Landon, smiling lightly as you cleaned the edges.

You then placed it down but heard a throat clearing, causing you to look behind you. "How did you get in?" You questioned the man from before. Hope then came in behind the counter, standing next to you.

"The door was unlocked." The man replied, obviously lying, but moved off of the wall to go towards the bar.

Hope laughed a little. "You're a terrible liar." She stated, both of you moving towards him as well.

"I'm a terrible detective, too. But not half bad at picking locks." The man stated, just admitting to breaking and entering.

You looked at Hope before back at the man. You picked up the telephone, it ringing slightly from you placing it on the table. "Then that will be the first thing one of us tells the cops." You retorted, picking up the telephone and starting to place it to your ear. "Or maybe should I start with you going to speak with the singer right before she died?" You continued.

Just then, the man pulled out a fifty dollar bill or two. "Not like they'd care anyway." You stated, wanting the money. You watched as Hope took the bills, placing them in her bra while you placed the phone down.

The man lowered his arm that held the bills. "Whiskey. Preferably the good stuff. Not that rotgut." He ordered, leaning on the table.

Hope took a step back. "We keep it in the back." She replied, both of you now walking to the back to get the whiskey.

As you opened the door, you waited for it to shut before talking to Hope. "He seems like a sketchy man, babe." You commented, looking for the whiskey.

Hope glanced at you. "I think you know that I've realised that too. He payed us to keep quiet. That's obvious enough." She replied, letting out a sigh. "But money does keep us quiet for people like him." She continued, smirking at you while you smirked back.

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It was the next night, the man that had asked for the whiskey left so you and Hope had a couple drinks from it before officially going home to rest. You watched as Hope stood at a table, placing a tray down while you cleaned up glasses and served people at the counter. Hope then shook her head before walking back over, placing the tray down.

You wiped the table down. "Everything okay?" You questioned.

Hope nodded. "Yeah, just a little upset that someone died in our bar, thats all." She responded.

You grabbed her hand before rubbing it gently, knowing death doesn't come easy to her. "I still talk to Landon, you know, Kate." You heard Rafael call over to you and Hope.

You walked out of the counter, asking hope to take over while you spoke to him. Hope glanced between he two for you before giving in and taking over. "How is he?" You questioned, Rafael now stood in front of you.

You grabbed the tray, placing empty and used cups on it. Rafael nodded. "He's good. Promotion in California is going good for him." Rafael explained.

You let out a sigh, looking down. "Mm-hmm." You hummed in response, anger in your hum.

"But he still misses you, Kate." Rafael continued.

You let out a scoff, stopping what you were doing. "May I remind you, he's the one who left." You scolded the man. Continuing what you were doing before grabbing the tray and placing it on the counter below.

"Because you didn't go with him." Rafael responded immediately.

"Because I have a life here, Rafael, with Hope. I wasn't going to leave her alone just to go do business with him." You retorted, telling the obvious man why you didn't leave.

Rafael stayed quiet before continuing. "But you can change that with a phone call and just speak to him over the phone." Rafael commented. "He'd buy you a bus ticket tomorrow." Rafael tried proving his point that it was a good idea to go.

You rolled your eyes. "I can buy my own ticket, but I won't." You declined.

"And you can develop those photos." Hope cut in, looking between the both of you.

You and Rafael looked at her before looking back at each other, grateful Hope was on your side. "Sorry, Raf, but no." You said, grabbing the tray of used glasses and walked away to the sink to wash them.

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A.N: this episode is probably one of my least favourite to write :(

but i hope i did well writing it ^^