A/N: Started my new Klaroline fanfic. My first AH/AU. This story is based on (sort of the remaking of) the infamous Indian movie, "Jab We Met". I love this movie so much that couldn't resist to put it in Klaroline version. I may change the track in the middle, but I'll go with the movie's plot as much as I can. Hope you guys like it. Reviews are mostly welcomed.

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Train of Talks & Mutes

Klaus Mikaelson felt shattered. It's like he had nothing left in the world. Everything is hazy around him. He slowly moved out of his office room. Climbed down the stairs with every employee looking at him. He didn't care, he wasn't in the mind set to care. He went to his car, but didn't get in. He left the car keys on the top of the car and walked away. Absolutely mum, like he's in a daze. He walked and walked and reached the banquet hall. He got past the entrance and calmly moved to the stage.

There she stands. The girl of his dream. The only woman he loved ever beside his mother. Even she left him. She left him for his own best friend.

Klaus slowly walked towards the bride Tatia Petrova, or Tatia Smith by now. Married to Elijah Smith. Tatia and Elijah both were surprised and sort of uncomfortable when they saw Klaus.

But Klaus didn't say anything to them. Neither did he created any scene. He saw the newly wedded couple, and left. Again.

He wandered around the roads of New Orleans by his own and stopped at the train station. Without thinking anything he got on the first train he found in front of him. He walked past the booth after booth and then sat in a compartment which he found was empty.

The whistle blew.

As the train started to run, a girl started running with it to catch it screaming for someone to open the gate of the train. If it weren't a middle aged man who saw her and pressed the open button of the gate, there was no way she could catch it. The man held out his hand and caught her hand to pull into the train.

Caroline Forbes leaped and got in the train at last. She was completely out of breath for running. She panted for a little while.

"Oh God! This was the limit. I almost crossed the line today." She panted and said to the general people who was looking at her, surprised.

"You know what? Till date I haven't missed a single train." She waved her left hand to practically everybody and nobody. Then she looked upward, like there's someone, "Thank you God! You saved me from breaking my record."

"One minute!" she suddenly noticed that the man who pulled her into the train hadn't leave her right hand yet. She dragged her hand toward herself and pull the man closer. Then she slowly whispered in his ear.

"I am inside now."

"Yes". The man nodded barely.

"You can leave my hand now. I'm not that beautiful." She spoke out loudly laughing. The man got startled and he shook off her hand.

Caroline walked through the corridor in search of her compartment. A guy holding her big luggage bag behind and following her and listening to her words that almost didn't make sense to him.

"I prefer traveling in Non- AC compartment. But my family… they say 'You're a girl'. As if I don't know that I'm a girl. Hello mister, is this A1?" Caroline stopped to ask to a man who just popped up in front of her.

"Yes." The guy replied, surprised.

"Thank you." Caroline said and then resumed to walking and her previous conversation "Now what is the connection between AC and a girl? I don't understand that! I am not traveling alone for the first time. That too in this train! It's like my second home."

Caroline finally found her compartment. But there was someone else sitting already.

Caroline got inside her compartment and bend towards the guy sitting there. He was looking down and on the window side, "Please show me your ticket."

The guy did not do anything, nor even he showed and sign of reaction that he heard her.

"Hello! I'm talking to you." Caroline dropped her purse to ease up and asked him again. A little sternly.

Still no response.

"Hey, this is my seat. 23!" She pressed.

Nothing.

"Strange!" Caroline whispered to herself. The waved her hand in front of the guy's face. "Hey, mister!" He noticed this time and looked up.

The man was young, possibly in his mid-20. Fully suited, wearing very formal He had an aristocrat look in him. His hair had a beautiful tone. You can say it was blonde, like hers, but it has a tinted shade. When he looked up, she could see his eyes. They were aquatic, like a sea. Sea of mystery. Though they looked a little troubled. His jaw had a perfect angular shape, slightly broken. In total his whole posture gave away that he's a very muscular and respective person, with some problem.

Caroline then motioned her hands to show the seat and then towards herself. Then she drew the number '23' in the air.

Klaus suddenly realized that he might be sitting on someone else' seat, most likely this girl's. He got up from that seat and sat on seat no. 24 that was on the opposite of hers. Lost again in his thoughts.

She carried her luggage on the bunk and then settled on her seat. They let out a sigh and started talking to him.

"Nobody likes to take the passage seat. But I always insist on the passage seat. The reservation man gets very alarmed and worried. But my logic is that…"

(Few minutes later)

"… My journey doesn't end with this train at Atlanta. I'm going to Mystic Falls. I have a house there. My family is there. Everybody has a family. I have one too." She kept on going with her story as she took out her toiletries bag out of the suitcase.

"Everybody says that New Orleans is a crowded city. Huh, what do you mean by crowded? People like us form the crowd. Even they are a part of the crowd. Still they crib…."

Klaus was still unaware of everything around him.

(Few more minutes)

"…I'm leaving New Orleans! Forever! Do you know when I came here? ..."

(Few more minutes)

"…Hostel! Hostel! Hostel! Branson boarding school hostel in New York. Sophie Deveraux girl's dorm in French Quarter, New Orleans. I swear henceforth I will never live in a hostel again…"

(Few more minutes later)

"I hope this year monsoon comes sooner. You know what will happen otherwise? Anyway, hey, what happened?"

Caroline was surprised when the man in front of her who was mum all of the time and wasn't doing anything suddenly got up and walked past her. She called him, but didn't know his name. So she let it be.

Klaus moved towards the washroom. The train was running so fast. A window was open beside the sink. He peeked out of the window. Watching the outside environment. It was peach black out there. Nothing was visible at first.

Then suddenly a round yellow light flashed. Another train was coming close from the opposite direction of where this train is going.

'A little push' he thought. 'If the body is somehow pushed outside the window, or just the head, it's gonna be alright then. Everything will be settled."

The other train is coming faster. Klaus prepared himself. It was close, closer, closest, it came...

"What are you doing?" A muffled voice came from behind him. Klaus startled and turned back. Just as he turned, the train of the next line crossed. The sound of it was ear piercing.

That girl from the compartment was standing there. She was saying something that was barely audible. But from her hands movement and little of what he could make it from her talk was that some kid fell down from here and died last time and it's highly dangerous.

Klaus still looked at her in a way a lamb looked before the sacrifice. Shocked, teary. His eyes were swollen red and he still couldn't understand a thing the girl was saying.

Caroline got confused of the guy. He was giving her a blank stare. She understood that he didn't get anything she said.

"Are you mute? You can't talk?" she was seriously concerned now.

The guy broke the stare and looked down.

"Or you are a shy type? Or simply just insolent." she started washing her hands in the sink.

"Something is surely the matter. I've already asked you three times... but still no answer." she huffed.

The guy was still lost in somewhere.

"Ticket please!" the checker came.

"It's on the berth. I'll give it to you there. Wait." Caroline spoke.

The checker then looked at Klaus. "Excuse me, sir! Ticket please."

He was still staring out of the window.

The checker tapped on Klaus' shoulder. "Hello, sir! Come inside first please! Come on." he indicated Klaus. He moved inside, slightly baffled. The checker shut the window lid down.

"Now please show me your ticket."

Caroline thought she should volunteer to explain the guy what the checker said. She motioned her finger to the checker and then him, speaking with her mouth moving a bit bigger than natural.

"He wants to see your ticket." she raised her hands and made a rectangular shape from both her thumbs and pointers. "Ticket!" she showed it a few times. Then she shook her hands to ask, "Where is yours?"

The guy looked like he suddenly came sense to the world, like he was when she told her to move from her seat. He let out a deep breath and the a heavy voice that seemed like came out of his throat stunned Caroline and the checker both.

"I don't have any tickets!" Klaus stated.

A/N: What do you think? Is it worth writable? Don't forget to review please. Your comments mean more to me than the Hybrid army to Klaus. ;)