Just an idea I had.
This story takes place in the future. What has happened since the Season 6 Finale will be revealed overtime.
Prologue
She sped in her car all the way there, the I95 was empty at 4 am anyway, and the one time she did get pulled over she easily compelled her way out of it. She's making good time, turning a six hour drive into four and a half. Wishing she brought her iPod,she has been forced to listen to the same playlist on her phone for the whole trip. When was the last time she updated the music on her iPod anyway, filing that away for future projects she spots the sign for her exit. She's on the clock, a race against time, and how she did not miss the adrenaline rush.
Sixteen years since she's felt this kind of anxiety, knowing a few minutes will be the difference between life and death. Sixteen years she's been in Atlantic City, reigning over it like a queen. She showed up in the middle of a blood bath and brought peace to a City torn between different supernatural races. Jeremy may owe her his life but it's her who really owes him. When she got that hurried phone call from him that cold October night her life changed. Giving herself a mental note to check in with him when this ordeal is over, she takes her turnoff on the highway at an alarming speed.
She made some phone calls on the way, needing her best friends approval for the crazy idea that popped into her head when she heard the news. News like this travels fast, it's not every day witches succeed in a plan that has taken them almost two decades to accomplish. She's already planned the next length of her trip, booked her flight to New Orleans leaving at noon. She should get in by 6:30, she just hopes it wont be too late. Driving would be over 10 hours and she doesn't have that kind of time.
She just needs to make one stop first.
She speeds past the entry sign, waiting for the familiar feeling to pass over her. Waiting to feel warm, and nostalgic but it never comes.
Welcome to Mystic Falls Virginia, Welcome Home Caroline.