A/N Inspiration drawn from Sandy Huth 'Wait For Me'. I own nothing.

"Miss Forbes-Salvatore?" Doctor Klaus Mikaelson entered the plain, white room of his newest patient. She was an actress, according to his notes, who had a mental breakdown in the middle of a museum whilst shooting for her newest movie. "I'm Doctor Mikaelson" He sat down.

Caroline was huddled on her clinical looking bed, her knees pulled up to her chest, as she felt the presence of someone new. She had been here for two days at least but had only had nurses who humoured her before sticking her with their needles. "Caroline" She turned to face him. "My name is Caroline"

"I'm Klaus" Klaus offered his hand hesitantly. She was looking at him with clear blue eyes and she seemed so aware. "I'm here to help you" She shook his hand. Her grip was firm, firmer than he would expect for a patient especially given her slight stature.

Caroline looked him up and down. He really was quite attractive with curly russet hair and a tiny smile but she doubted he would look so welcoming when she told him why her husband had unceremoniously dumped her in this asylum. Then again, he and the whole world probably knew about her breakdown. "You're here to diagnose me. There's a difference"

"That too. But, I really do want to help you, love" His smile quirked up. She was wittier than he had expected which suggested that she was relatively mentally sound. Especially, given the coherence with which she spoke. He wondered what could have caused a breakdown in a seemingly well adjusted, beautiful woman. "Why don't you tell me what happened in the museum?" He kept his voice light and devoid of any authority. Trying to force someone to explain what had happened never worked.

Caroline looked straight at his blue eyes. This was the part where he would be scared off and call her crazy just like Damon did in the museum "Damon and I had the day off so we thought we'd explore New Orleans" She paused for a moment. The image of Damon swam into her mind and she shuddered involuntarily. "We decided to visit the Historic New Orleans Collection because I've always loved history and Damon decided to indulge me" Her lip curled as she remembered the arguments.

"Indulge you?" Klaus interrupted with a blank face. He decided to make a note of her words as that did not sound like her relationship was her husband was the best and that needed to be explored later. He saw Caroline's worried look and motioned for her to carry on.

Caroline looked apprehensive. She should not have said that. Damon would kill her. She huddled closer within herself. "Anyway, we were exploring the lives of ordinary people in the 1500s in Europe-" She broke off. Klaus would call her crazy. He would have her committed permanently. A tiny voice niggled in her head that wouldn't be so bad. She would be safe.

"No need for nerves, sweetheart" Klaus gave her an encouraging look with a flash of the famous Mikaelson grin. The one that Elijah utilised to manipulate his way around people, the one that Kol used to seduce whoever he chose and the one that he used on his patients. Pity, that Finn was left out of the Mikaelson lottery. "I'm here to help you not to judge" Although, privately, he admitted that he did judge his patients sometimes. Such as Kai Parker. He was a psychopath no matter how his colleague Cami tried to pretty him up.

Caroline took a deep breath. "I saw this tiny toy doll made of sticks" It had been delicately made out of wood and tied together with a silken ribbon and it was hers. From the moment she saw it, her soul had whispered that it was hers. "And, I knew it was mine. I don't know how but I knew my older brother had made that for me long ago" The words flew out of her mouth. I

"Long ago?" Klaus scribbled some notes down on his notepad and checked his records. He didn't remember them saying Caroline had a brother. He breathed out. There was no mention of a sibling in his records. "How long, love? And, what brother?"

A tall brown haired figure rose up in her mind. He had always been there for her. And, he was still here today. It was only his relationship that changed. "My brother, Edward. He made it for me when we were children in Elizabeth England, scurrying around as our parents served the Earl of Leicester" An unknown longing struck her heart. How could she have forgotten for so long? How could she not remember that which was the truth?

"Let me clarify, love. You believe that you are reincarnated" Klaus fought hard to remain neutral. She had seemed perfectly sane until she opened her mouth. Reincarnation was impossible. No doubt, she had translated her stress and trauma into a more plausible, more acceptable story for her mind to understand.

Caroline quirked her lip. She knew that tone of revulsion so well. She had even expected it. But, a small part of her felt injured by his tone. She had wanted him to understand. "Yes and I can prove it. I can tell you about my past lives" She wanted to explain. To make him understand that she was far from crazy. "Let me explain"

"I think that's enough for today, sweetheart" He needed time to process this and discover what exactly was wrong with Caroline Forbes. She had seemed normal to begin with but it was evident that she was mentally disturbed. "I'll see you soon"

Caroline reached out to grab his hand. "Please listen to me" She focused her eyes upon his hardened face. She needed someone to listen. "I can explain" She offered up a weak smile. "I was born in the year of our Lord 1560 to John and Mary of Warwick, servants in the castle of Kenilworth to Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester" She blurted out in an attempt to stop him leaving. She did not understand why she felt so drawn to him. Why she needed to make him understand.

"I'm sure you think you were, love" Klaus humoured her as he opened the door to leave the room. He looked back and saw her with fierce blue eyes and reddened cheeks. She was beautiful. He shook his head in disbelief. She was a patient at his asylum. She was not here to flirt with despite her lovely figure.

His eyes met hers and she took another breath. "Look in the parish records for the diocese of Coventry, England. There will be a John and Mary of Warwick with four children: Edward, Henry, Eleanor and" She paused for a second as she remembered herself. Matilda. A coltish young woman with none of the prettiness of her mother nor sister. "Matilda. Look in the records of 1560 onwards and you'll see I'm telling the truth. I was Matilda, servant to the Earl of Leicester just as my parents before me and married to a wool merchant from Norwich. Look in the parish records for a Jasper and Matilda of Mousehold with Elizabeth from 1580s onwards" An image of her long dead daughter swum to the forefront of her mind. A tiny waif of a girl with the darkest black hair that did not match her father's and caused much controversy in their small village. "And, look for a Johann of Treslong, a minor Flemish nobleman" And the man she loved. She longed to find him. To find the man that had been Johann and Caleb and Alexander in her life.

"I'll be sure to do that, sweetheart" He quipped semi sarcastically as he definitively left the room. He did not look back for fear of being enthralled once more. She was bewitching with her talk of the past and he had almost wanted to believe her. She certainly had serious neural issues if this was her coping mechanism. He put on his jacket. He needed to put her out of his mind. Instead, he thought of the whiskey waiting on his table.

A/N: I have no idea where this came from but I felt the need to write it. I'd like your thoughts please. And, don't worry I will update my other stories but I'm a very slow writer and also have lots of deadlines at the moment. Thanks for reading!