Hello my lovelies! Here I come with a new story. Now, now, I know a lot of you are waiting for me to update ABOH and I will soon ... hopefully. It's just I've been feeling weirdly cheery lately so I'm going with this humorous (?) version of Klaroline this time.

I got this idea from Grey's Anatomy. In season 8 episode 7 or 8, I can't quite remember now, a patient was an author. She was writing a book about a girl who time travels between two worlds and is in love with a man in each world, or that's what I gathered from the show. So, I kinda just took the base of the idea and built on it.

Now to be clear, this is NOT a triangle... Not really anyways. A triangle indicates that both couple will be represented with equal attention, but this is not the case in this story. It's very Klaroline centered with a little Steroline on the side. But, clearly, Klaroline is the main couple. So, please try not to hate Stefan in this :P

Disclaimer: I do NOT own TVD or TO or anything that has to do with either... Unfortunately. Enjoy!

Prologue

Desperate times call for desperate measures, Caroline repeated in her head as she stepped into the tent, constantly glancing over her shoulder, afraid that someone might recognize her even though there was not a single soul looking in her direction.

She squinted, adjusting her eyes to the dim lightening of the tent and taking in the unnerving atmosphere.

"Come, child" a woman said from the corner. Much to Caroline's distaste, the woman was everything that Caroline had anticipated her to be. Old-looking and distressing, that is. She was sitting behind a table, dressed in what seemed to be a random party of colors and thrown garments all around her body that one could barely make out her figure or see anything that was not her face.

"Don't fret" the woman composedly mouthed, ushering Caroline to step forward again "Come"

Caroline gulped down as she stepped closer to the table which the woman sat behind, a mantra in her head telling her that she was the stupidest being to roam the land as she hesitantly sat on the chair across from the creepy-looking woman.

"Give me your hand" the woman, like the real fortune-teller that she was, ordered, resting her own on the table and Caroline noticed how heavily decorated they were. Rings and bracelets hanging from the bony fingers and she had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes, because really? That was a scene right out of a cheesy romantic comedy where the fortune teller ends up telling the heroine that her "true love" or "soul mate" or whatever that crap was called will appear when she stopped looking and/or least expected it.

Caroline watched as the fortune-teller stared intently at her palms, nodding and humming in agreement to herself which made Caroline increasingly uncomfortable. She cursed whatever kind of rationalization her mind had given her to step into that forsaken tent in that God forsaken carnival.

"I see" the woman finally spoke calmly.

"What exactly do you see?" Caroline asked incredulously, her eyebrows shooting up.

"You're looking for romance" the woman said with a knowing smirk "You think that your life is empty"

I bet you say that to everyone, Caroline faked a smile, why did I come here again? Right, desperate times, desperate measures. She shook her head.

"And you think I can tell you where to find it" the woman said again without tearing her eyes from Caroline's hands.

"Or how, or when. Really anything would be helpful" Caroline blurted out.

The woman looked up, smiling at Caroline and flashing a perfect set of teeth much to the latter's surprise "You mustn't be so impatient, child. You're still young. And if only you had waited a little bit longer, you would not have needed this visit"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Caroline frowned.

"Your true love is on his way" the woman simply said "You'll meet him on Tuesday"

"Next Tuesday?" Caroline scoffed "And do you happen to know the exact time?"

"Yes, child. Meeting him will be the first thing you do on Tuesday" the woman said as though oblivious to Caroline's mocking tone "But be careful. Love is unexpected and difficult sometimes. And your heart might play tricks with your mind"

"Right" Caroline mocked, rising from her seat and muttering under her breath about how much of a mistake that was, almost slapping herself for her own idiocy.

"Choose wisely, child" The woman said as Caroline stepped out of the tent unaware of the woman's knowing smile, stomping her feet as she headed back to her apartment with her head bent in shame and her eyes glued to the ground, as though everyone could tell where she had just been.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Caroline.

She was just glad that she hadn't mouthed a word about this to her friends.

Chapter 1: Ugh, that smug asshole!

"Then he leaned in" Caroline continued with the more-than-a-little-too-elaborate storytelling as her three friends stood before her, giving her their undivided attention.

"I'm not gonna like where this is going" Elena groaned.

"And he kissed me." Caroline made a disgusted face "And it was not a nice peck on the lips, or a sweet first kiss, no he was practically eating my face"

"Ugh" the three friends let out in harmony.

"And what's even worst is that he smelled of garlic" Caroline exclaimed, waving her hands in the air as a shudder ran down her spine at the memory of her catastrophic night less than twelve hours before her detailed story-telling.

"Oh man" Lexi wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"What did you do in your past life" Bonnie said, appalled at the image.

"Gosh, I'm gonna kill Matt" Elena huffed, blaming her boyfriend for arranging that horrifying blind date for Caroline.

"I'm gonna kill Matt, then bring him back to life and kill him again" Caroline blurted, her tone irritated and angry in equal measures "I thought we had a code to make sure the people we set each other up with would be completely checked for sanity and sanitary!"

Although Caroline was not completely mad at Matt as much as she was mad at herself for being so desperate and oh so whiny about her lack of love life that she let herself be set-up for horrible dates time after time. And she was not even going to start with the new levels of stupidity that she had reached while searching for an eligible bachelor; the worst being heading to a fortune-teller in hopes for an answer, any kind of answer.

"Well, he's his cousin! How could he have known?" Elena muttered.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that he's from his family says enough!" Caroline shook he head.

"Be nice, Care" Bonnie started when Elena winced, grimacing at her friend's accusation.

"You don't get to say anything" Caroline turned to her green-eyed friend "Do not forget that you set me up with that creepy I'm-so-cool-with-my-motorcycle dude, who, by the way, had no manners and zero social skills. And seriously, Bonnie, did you forget that Vicki Donovan is a part of Matt's family and his I'm-a-mom-but-no-I'm-not mother?"

Lexi chuckled "Alright, alright, we get your point. Now enough with your rage spree and tell us what happened next!"

"Next you ask?" Caroline gritted her teeth "He tried to deepen the kiss and his hands went straight to my ass, that's what happened next"

Her friends gasped in harmony.

"I had to literally unclasp his claws from my skin before they left a permanent mark. And the funny thing is, he asked when should be our next date because I was 'wonderful' and he wanted to see me again" Caroline sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"The guy is obviously desperate" Bonnie stated.

"The guy is obviously a sicko" Lexie snickered "If he was desperate, Caroline would've been able to relate"

"Excuse me!" Caroline glared at her blonde friend "I am not that desperate"

"Please" Lexi rolled her eyes "You've been running around practically begging for a boyfriend for the past two months"

"Lexi!" Elena and Bonnie scolded in union

"What? You know that it's true" Lexi objected.

Bonnie shrugged while Elena opened then closed her mouth repeatedly, searching for something to say but miserably failing. Lexi's statement held more truth to it than Caroline would like admit. But in her defense, it's been two years since she was even remotely close to an actual relationship. And even though it shouldn't bother her so much, she was growing increasingly lonelier with the knowledge that her best friend, Elena, was in a steady relationship and that Matt was going to propose soon, something that he had told Caroline when he needed her help with ring shopping, while she spent her time watching chick flicks on Netflix.

"I know, Lexi" Caroline lastly said in a defeated tone "I am turning pathetic. But in my defense, ever since the Tyler catastrophe I've not so much as had two weeks with a guy. And I know, what happened between me and Tyler was a wake-up call, and it made me realize that I have to help you guys open up this place" she gestured to their surroundings "and start stuffing people with sugar and bake chocolate brownies, but it's been two years, and while I was mending my broken heart with decorating cakes, all decent guys got married or turned gay!"

"So?" Lexi shook her head "Start dating women!"

Caroline rolled her eyes "You guys don't get it! You" she gestured to Bonnie "Have Jeremy. And you" she turned to Elena "Have a perfect relationship with perfect Dr. Matt. And you" she motioned to Lexi "You are so determined to spend your life as a rebel and spend the rest of eternity hating men. While here I am, spending the night eating pizza and crying over romantic movies and going on blind dates with losers and thinking that I'll end up an old lady with cats"

"Care, I think you're over reacting" Bonnie volunteered "You're twenty-six not forty"

"I probably am. I just can't help it. I want romantic dinners and strolling down the street holding hands and cuddling on a couch watching silly movies. I want flowers and little kisses in the morning and having someone to wake-up next to. I want to fall in love" Caroline sighed.

"You wanna get laid" Lexi casually commented, drifting away from the group to serve a customer.

Elena couldn't help but chuckle before receiving a sharp glare from Caroline.

"Sorry" she apologized "But seriously, Care, you'll be fine. You're smart and funny and pretty and any guy will be lucky to have you. You just have to be a little patient."

"I guess so" Caroline said "You know what, I'm not gonna search for anything anymore. If it happens so be it. If it doesn't, I won't be wallowing about it. I am a strong, independent woman who doesn't need a man" she firmly stated.

"I bet you a hundred dollars that this will last no longer than three days" Lexi mocked as the customer left.

"Lexi!" Bonnie and Elena scolded again.

Caroline silently rolled her eyes, shook her head before heading back to the kitchen to bake a new set off cupcakes; because really, cupcakes were the cure for all heartache.

Even movies on Netflix got boring after a while. And since Caroline had somehow managed to work her way through every cheesy romantic comedy known to mankind, she had fallen asleep on her couch while watching 27 Dresses for the umpteenth time, after she had about 12 cupcakes for dinner (Don't judge her, OK? Her life sucked).

It was around 1 A.M when a noise resounding from Caroline's balcony caused her to stir. Well, it wasn't really a balcony, just a tiny space that allowed her to breathe fresh air without having to leave her apartment. Groaning slightly, she forced her eyes opened.

It must be the neighbor's cat, she thought huffily.

Kitty, the neighbor's cat, who had the most ridiculously obvious name by the way, made it a habit to jump from her owner's porch to Caroline's. No one knew what exactly compelled her to do that, or why exactly was she so fond of Caroline's tiny balcony, but it had happened several times ever since the young couple who lived above Caroline adopted her.

Caroline groaned again, knowing that she will have to leave the warmth of her apartment to the freezing night air to return Kitty to her owners. She pondered delaying this task till the morning, but felt a surge of guilt at the thought of leaving Kitty to freeze in the night air. She could delay bringing her back to the young couple to the next morning, but she had to at least bring her into the apartment. Excuse you, she wasn't heartless, and she was not about to leave an innocent creature to freeze.

"Idiots" Caroline muttered to herself as she pulled the blanket around her body and headed towards the door that would bring in the cold night air into her apartment "Like how difficult can it be to completely close the door once you go to sleep?"

Placing her hand on the knob, she braced herself for the stabbing chill before reluctantly pulling the door opened and stepping into the balcony.

"Hey Kitty" she sleepily called out, not bothering to spot the cat in the darkness "come insi…"

Her words were cut off by a hand clamping down on her mouth, and a firm body pressing against hers from behind. She yelped, a rush of fear coursing through her. Her mind tried to calculate an appropriate plan to get rid of whoever was behind her, but came up with nothing amidst her panic.

"Relax, love" a deep, voice whispered soothingly into her ear "I am not going to hurt you"

She noticed two things about his voice: he had an accent, which was sexy as hell but infuriating because, seriously, she could not be thinking of how sexy her kidnapper's voice is! The second thing was that he was holding back laughter. Who the hell laughs while kidnapping someone?

So her kidnapper was a lunatic with a sexy as hell voice. Terrific.

"You're telling me to relax after you broke into my fucking house?" Caroline attempted to yell but it came out as nothing but muffled screaming that he found quite amusing for a reason that was beyond Caroline's understanding.

"Alright, sweetheart, it's cold. We should get inside" he chuckled.

If Caroline was some cartoon character she would be tomato red with rage and huffing fire that would entirely destroy Chicago with nothing to blame except for the smugness in his tone.

She tried to thrash against him as he began to pull her back inside, but he had strategically placed an arm across her stomach that held her arms firmly to her upper body; an iron grip that made it impossible for her to gain any kind of functions in her upper body. Her legs, too, proved to be useless when he half carried her and they started to swing aimlessly. He did not seem the least bit affected by her attempts to escape which led her to believe that he was an expert in the art of kidnapping people.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Although, did it even count as kidnapping if it was happening in her own house? Caroline scowled at her own ridiculous mind. Of course it did. Besides, who knows, he might as well be a serial killer who tortured or raped his victims before leaving them in their own beds like the monstrous pervert he was. She remembered reading something along those lines in the Sunday morning newspaper. Or was that a movie?

Well, either ways, if he was, indeed, going to kill her, it would be entirely the Kitty's fault.

Once they stepped back into the warmth of her apartment, he removed the hand that was muffling her screams to close and lock the door of her balcony.

"LET GO OF ME YOU SICK, PSYCHOTIC, FREAKISH ASSHOLE" she yelled. OK, this insult sounded so much better in her head.

"Calm down, love" he said again "I'm not going to hurt you".

She growled, pushing away from him as soon as his grip loosened around her. Luckily to Caroline, her apartment was the size of a shoebox, something that she had never been grateful for until that particular moment for that little push she gave herself away from him thrust her into the counter of her kitchen where she grabbed the first object in front of her.

"Stay right where you are!" she exclaimed as she rapidly turned around to face her kidnapper slash serial killer slash possible rapist. Although Caroline was beginning to question her conclusion, because what she saw when she turned around did not scream danger in anyway. The guy was chuckling almost jovially, his blue eyes –his beautiful blue eyes, glittering with glee, and a set of the most adorable dimples graced his cheeks, decorating, along with the light stubble, the most lusciously beautiful lips that Caroline had ever seen. His amusement was enhanced when he saw the object that she was threateningly pointing at him.

"A frying pan?" he hardly stopped himself from doubling over with laughter "You know, love, most people who actually have access to the kitchen go with a knife" he raised his eyebrows at her amusedly.

Well, Mr. "I'm so smug and so cool and so innocent looking but damn dangerously sexy", first, that was the first thing she saw, second, she would have to reach to the drawer and open it to extract a knife and the drawer happened to be far from her reach. She had no chance of reaching it what's with your hawk-like gaze following her every movement like she was some interesting creature. Besides, Rapunzel and Flynn Rider made it work; it wasn't like either of them was better than her. True, they were fictional, but still, her point stands.

"I can make it deadly" she opted for this simple answer that came out like a growl. For some reason he only found her increasingly entertaining rather than intimidating which was apparent in his constant chuckles and sparkling blue eyes.

"I'm sure you can" he mocked, linking his hands behind his back and making a move to step towards her.

"Don't" she pointedly said, waving the frying pan in his face "make another move and I'll break your nose with this then I'll scream so loud the entire neighborhood will wake up and come to kill you"

"Now we wouldn't want that, would we, love?" he bemused, lifting up both hands in surrender.

"And wipe that smug smirk off of your face" she demanded to which he had to press his lips to a thin line to keep himself from laughing.

"And stop staring at me like that!" she ordered again firmly.

"Like what?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"Like… Like… Like you like what you see!" she blurted out, regretting her words immediately. Could she be any less eloquent? You would think with all the amount of blabbering she threw around all day long would somehow improve her ability to express herself. But no! Caroline Forbes must always manage to blurt nonsense left and right the whole time.

"Ah, but I do like what I see" his handsome face split into a grin, as his eyes scanned over her figure once more which caused her to narrow her eyes at him.

"You have nothing to blame but your choice of outfit, love" his grin widened even more as he caught the flustered look on her face.

It suddenly dawned on her that in her haste to grab a weapon from the kitchen, the blanket had fell from her body, leaving her in her pink pajamas that consisted of short-shorts and a tank top with a teddy bear painted across the chest. Absurdly enough, she felt her blood rising to color her cheeks red under his intense gaze, which made her even more embarrassed and ten times more outraged –mainly with herself and her ridiculous reactions thus far, but she was focusing all of her anger at him for the moment.

"Well, if you hadn't noticed, I was going to bed when a psycho broke into my house" she scowled.

He placed a hand on his chest in mock offense "You say the harshest things, love." He said calmly, the same sarcastically pained expression on his face "I am not a 'psycho' as you assume, nor did I break into your house. I merely jumped into your balcony. You were the one who invited me in"

"Invited you in?" she exclaimed incredulously "You grabbed me, muffled my screams then dragged me back into my own apartment like I was a sack of flour!"

He shook his head lightly, as though pondering her words, with a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth "You paint quite an image. However, all in all, this is just a matter of technicality"

She rolled her eyes, huffing in annoyance.

"My point is, sweetheart, that I did not intend to break into your home the least bit. I was merely going to hide in your balcony until the police lost track of me then I would have simply left. But I wasn't about to miss an opportunity to escape the cold" he said with a nonchalant shrug.

"Care to tell me why the police are after you?" she raised her eyebrows.

"I was stealing" he stated, as though it was the most normal thing in the world, not seeming guilty the least bit "which, as you know, a crime that doesn't involve harming people, which means that I have no intention whatsoever of hurting you even after you waved that deadly frying pan in my face."

"Yes, of course, you're harmless. The next thing you're going to tell me is that you have a good reason for it" she scoffed "that you have a family that needs your support and please they will die of hunger if I don't feed them!" she twisted her face in a sarcastic puppy-eyes face.

He erupted into laughter, the kind of laugh that bubbled up then exploded all at once that it became this loud uncontrollable fit of sounds.

"What's so funny?" Caroline asked, offended at the way he seemed to find her so amusing.

"Nothing, love, nothing at all" he said after he had collected himself and the laughter subsided.

She rolled her eyes once more. Seriously, if he was going to keep up the charade, then she would have a headache from all the times she would roll her eyes at him.

"So you admit that you don't have an excuse for stealing?" she skeptically asked.

"Oh, I very much do. I do not have a family to support. In fact the last thing that they need is my support. And believe me they will most definitely not starve if I did not steal." He paused for a moment, composing himself until all the silly laughter and childish grins were gone to be replaced with a devious smirk as his voice dropped to a deep, throaty tone "I do it for the Adrenaline".

"Excuse me?" she stuttered, her eyes widening at his sudden change of domineer. With the half smirk painted on his face, the all black attire contrasting with his skin, the lights in her apartment casting a dangerously beautiful glow on his face and the sexy, oh so sexy, low voice that resonated from deep within his chest, he seemed nothing short of the devil; dripping with utter danger and sweet, sweet seduction.

"The adrenaline, sweetheart" he continued with that same tone, taking a step towards her. Instead of ordering him to stop moving, however, she found her grip loosening around the frying pan, and her voice faltering. There was something about his confident steps that made her lose focus, and when he opened his mouth to talk again, it did not help the least bit "The elaborate plan that must be followed to the dot. The feeling of doing something dangerous, the rush that comes with knowing that you're doing something illegal, something absolutely unacceptable, the pounding of your heart as you nearly get caught over and over again, and the feeling that you have escaped, the relief, the joy, is the most exquisite thing you'll ever experience."

Somehow, he managed to stalk forward towards her until there was barely any space between their bodies. Her weapon had gone slack in her hand as she continued to stare at him wide-eyed. Her mouth hung-opened, as her breathing picked up at the intoxicating scent that radiated off of him. She was beginning to feel lightheaded at his proximity, a whirlwind of unrecognizable emotions raging through her at the wicked look in his eyes. They scanned her face, caressing her skin with gentle, but oh so hungry, touches.

"Do you know that feeling, love?" he whispered, his face inching closer to hers that his breath was tickling her cheeks "Have you ever done anything that made your heart pound erratically? Have you ever done something that made you lose complete control only to regain it? Have you ever felt like you could do anything, absolutely anything no matter how wrong of a deed it was? Have you ever wanted experience such a thing, sweetheart?"

"I…" was all Caroline managed to mouth. Too distracted by the way his lips moved and his eyes blazed, she was, that no coherent sentence formed in her mind.

"Tell me, love, are you thinking of something that is absolutely improper right now?" he continued his torturous whispers, inching even closer to her face that her eyes could not help but flicker to his delectable-looking lips "Is your heart pounding right now? Will I feel the exhilarating beat under my fingertip if I place it on your pulse point now?" he muttered, his eyes drifting towards the column of her neck, the milky skin causing his own heartbeats to pick up.

"Yes" she breathed.

Slowly, so very slowly, he began to close the gap between them, his lips inching closer and closer to hers. She could almost feel them brushing up against hers when a loud bang erupted and Klaus collapsed to the floor in an unconscious heap.

Caroline grinned, staring at the frying pan that had just given that sexy thief a bump on his head.

"I told you I can make it deadly" she whispered to his unconscious body.

So? What did you think? Funny? Lame? Horrible Good? Any kind of feedback would be awesome! Thank you!