Okay, so I could have been packing boxes to get ready to move or been preparing for my class thats in another hour, but instead, here I am, writing this. Wow... this shows you how in order my priorities are. Did you see the little sparkle of a teardrop just in Klaus' lashes the other episode, or maybe it was this one. I can't remember. I taped them and watched them back to back so it was like watching Vampire Diaries- the Movie. As I was watching that Caroline & Klaus scene, I was like no, no, no! The only hybrid Caroline should be with is Tyler! This is my remedy to that.

Also, I loved how Damon was just hold that random hybrids heart in his hand while Stefan was just smiling there. IDK why I found that funny. And that kiss between Damon and Elena!

This is kind of inspired by the scene in 3x10 where Elena is standing in that cell in the boarding house with Klaus and he almost looks regretful and a bit upset about Rebekah knowing that he killed his mother and also in 3x11 where Klaus is getting all mad at Stefan over the phone for nearly killing Elena. (It was pretty sexy seeing angry Klaus).

Did I mention that I really should be packing boxes right now?

Summary: Klaus finds a drunk Elena on Wickery Bridge and they wind up talking.

Pairing: Klaus/ Elena friendship/brother-sister relationship. Not romantic. Kind of big brother, protective Klaus. After all, his blood source nearly died the previous night.

Picks up at the end of 3x11.

One shot for right now.

Wow, this is a really long author's note. Normally I do these at the end! Well, now to go pack boxes and get ready for class (like I should have been doing instead of watching TVD and writing Fanfiction)!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"I'm going to stay… just for a little while," Elena said to Matt. "I need to say goodbye to myself properly." He smiled at her and nodded.

"Don't jump." Elena smiled and laughed a little.

"I won't," she breathed in, "Matt, I'm sorry for dragging you into all of this." He shook his head, looking at her before he gave her a smile.

"It's fine. See you late, 'Lena." She waved at him, watching the flowers in the water as he walked away. She heard him get into his car and turn around, heading back towards Mystic Falls. It had been nice having a talk like that with Matt. They hadn't talked, not like that, since their breakup a little over a year ago. It was hard to believe that a little over a year ago, she was Elena Gilbert, cheerleader, honor roll student, daughter, older sister, one of the most popular girls in school, dating the quarterback. A little over a year ago, she was the girl everyone wanted to be or to be with. By night, she snuck out to parties in different towns. She had two of the best and most loyal friends in the world. She took a sip from the bottle of alcohol Matt had brought with him and moved closer towards the railing.

"You're not going to jump, are you?" a British voice asked, making Elena start suddenly as she turned to face Klaus.

"No," she responded, not having the energy required to be afraid of him.

"If you were," he began, "it wouldn't be the first time." She started at him, baffled at what that was supposed to mean. "What? It wouldn't be the first time a doppelganger has killed themselves."

"Gee, thanks," she snapped as she began to walk away.

"Alright, what did I do now?" He asked her, genuinely sounding confused.

"Can anyone go ten minutes without comparing me to Katherine?" Klaus' brow furrowed, as if he didn't know what she was talking about. Maybe he didn't. Or maybe he was just trying to annoy her more.

"Who said anything about Katerina?" She turned back and stared at him incredulously.

"'It wouldn't be the first time a doppelganger has killed themselves,'" she mocked. Realization struck through Klaus' features.

"You thought I was taking about Katerina?" He chuckled and stepped closer, not too close, not wanting to spook her, "Well, it does seem to be a reoccurring theme with doppelgangers." He became somber. "I wasn't talking about Katerina though."

Elena cocked her head. "Then who?"

"I was human once, a long time ago," he stated calmly, because all that was a fact. Once upon a time, he had been human. "There was a girl who I cared very deeply about. The first doppelganger."

Elena's expression softened at the far off look in the hybrid's eyes. "You loved her."

"I did," he shrugged it off, "But as I said, it was a long time ago."

"I think you still love her. You're just too much of a big tough guy to admit it." Klaus chuckled at the faces Elena made to accompany her words. The current, human doppelganger didn't fail to be extremely amusing, though he could have done without the boyfriend inconveniently ruining all of his plans to wake his family. "It doesn't add up!" she declared and he looked at her curiously. "Rebekah said you had a brother that died in Europe, a brother that died here, two more brothers, and Elijah," she clarified, "The number of coffins doesn't add up. That's three Originals in the coffins Stefan took, so who's the fourth coffin?" He raised his eyebrow.

"You really think I'm just going to tell you?" She shrugged.

"It was worth a shot. I was curious." She looked back out over the water. "Matt told me you gave Caroline your blood. Why? I mean, why did you save her?" He turned back out to face the water, taking in an unnecessary breath at the doppelganger's question.

"Does it really matter?" He nearly kicked himself when she gave him that look again, the questioning look that she used to give him. He knew how much Elena was like her, so why did he try to even challenge her with those sort of questions. He took another unnecessary breath before he answered. "She reminds me of Rebekah, before she or any of us became jaded with this life."

"Well, thank you, I guess."

"So why are you standing on the middle of a bridge by yourself?" the hybrid finally asked.

"My parents died here. I came to say goodbye." She glanced quickly at him before looking back over the water, he noted. "If Katherine hadn't turned Stefan or if he hadn't shown up that night, I would have drowned here with them. Sometimes I wonder if that would have been better. Jenna would have been alive, and so would Vicki. Matt would have gotten over it and he and Care would have gotten together and stayed human. Katherine wouldn't have attempted to kill Jenna, or have killed Caroline, and Tyler wouldn't be a hybrid because he wouldn't have turned into a werewolf to begin with because she wouldn't have had him activate the curse. I wonder if Stefan realizes how much he set in motion just by saving me that night." She knew she was rambling, to the man who had killed her no less, but right now she was day-drunk, understanding very much how come Damon enjoyed day drinking so much. She could care about very little at the moment.

"Forgive me if I don't understand why you love Stefan so much. It seems I overestimated his feelings for you."

And there it was. The metaphorical elephant on the very tangible bridge that she had almost died twice on.

"Screw you," she said, hardly caring that this was Klaus she was talking to. She was drunk and upset and she could hardly care about much at the moment. "He did love me. It's your fault he doesn't anymore. You've messed up my life!"

Klaus looked at her. He had almost forgotten that she was only an eighteen-year-old human. She had been through so much, much of it part of things he himself had set in motion hundreds of years ago. How she managed to deal with all of this, he couldn't figure. He wouldn't have been prepared to deal with that if he had been in Elena's spot. Suddenly, the human spirit seemed to amaze him. It was stronger than anything he could ever comprehend. This girl had looked him in the eye and reasoned and bargained with him, with no one but his dead sister as witness, even though he had killed her! She had looked him in the eye and all but told him that she was the one to tell Rebekah that he had killed their mother. She had told him she killed his sister, but before she had lied to his face about not knowing where she was.

And here she was, yelling at him. He's rather surprised by his doppelganger. She has so much more spirit, so much more potential than Katerina ever did. She's brave, he came to realized quickly. She doesn't have to be afraid of me, just of what I'll do to her loved ones. I can't hurt her physically or kill her because then I can't make any hybrids.

And that was why his young doppelganger didn't care that she was standing here drunk and yelling at him on the middle of the bridge that she almost died last night on. She's almost died far too many times in the past year. It's amazing she can still seem so young.

"Is it such a wise idea to be out here all alone?" he asked her, "After all, the so called love of your life tried to kill you last night."

"And you did kill me," she shot back in the most bored voice she could muster, like she got killed on a daily basis, no big deal, which, he supposed, wasn't too far from the truth. Again, he is amazed by the human girl before him, so fragile, but so fierce. He wondered if that might be that Petrova fire coming through. Whatever it was, it was refreshing. Most humans were so willing to do whatever you wanted, with such weak minds, yet the doppelganger, even without vervain, seemed to be stronger than many vampires.

"So all your friends started drinking vervain once I came to town?" he inquired simply. Elena snorted.

"No. They started after Katherine said that she's drank it for the past hundred and fifty years." Wow, he thought, they had to have been crazy, the whole lot of them. "Why do you keep threatening my family?"

"You would do anything for your family. Why is it so absurd that I would do anything for mine?" he asked her. She looked at him, staring. It made sense. That was why he was so upset that Stefan wouldn't return the coffins. That was his family in them and in his own twisted way, he loved them very much. He was going to such extremes because yes, he did care about them still, and Elena could see that as clear as day. She turned, stumbling, and nearly fell over the railing. He seemed to then remember the empty bottle of alcohol in her hands. "Do you need a ride home?" he asked her.

"Yes, please."

The car ride, for the most part, was relatively quiet. When they pulled to a stop, Klaus looked at her inquisitively. "You don't seem afraid of me?"

"Well, in the morning, when my brain is functioning and Stefan's blood is out of my system, maybe I will be." She sent him a look, one that as exactly like the one she used to give him. "Will that make the big, bad hybrid happy?" He also wondered just how much time she spent with the Salvatore brothers. They seemed to be rubbing off on her.

She grabbed the door handle and all but staggered to the ground and would have fallen hard, had he not zapped around to the other side of the car and helped her up. He wondered just how drunk she was to be wobbling side to side like she was, hardly able to keep herself upright without his help. Sure enough, she fell the minute she was through the front door. "Ow! Can you come help me?" Klaus raised his eyebrow, wondering if she realized whom she was talking to or how he couldn't get in or if she just didn't care at this point. Probably a combination of the three, he mused. "Come in," she told him after she finally was able to get up.

He chuckled, sliding an arm around her waist and helping her easily up the stairs to her bedroom. Once inside, she kicked off her shoes and laid down, closing her eyes as she grabbed the old, worn teddy bear beside the bed. She was so young, so painfully young, besides the fact that she was human. Right then and there, she seemed to be no more than a mere slip of a child. He felt the urge to take care of her and protect her, just as he did for Caroline when he found out that Tyler had obeyed him and it had cost the poor boy to lose the only girl he cares about. It wasn't just because Elena looked and acted like her, or that Caroline acted like a young, human Rebekah, or that together, the two girls acted like his sister and the love of his life had together, the best of friends.

Moving to the bathroom medicine cabinet, he looked until he found the Aspirin and placed one beside her bed, along with a glass of water. No doubt did he have that when she woke up, she'd have a killer headache. Despite everything she had been through, she was still so innocent. He knew this was true as he pulled the blanket over the doppelganger once he noticed her body begin to shake with small tremors from the cool air. No, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Stefan nor he wouldn't harm his lovely doppelganger anymore.

She was his love, his humanity reborn.

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