Disclaimer: Credits to writers of This Means War & TVD/TO. A/N: Loved this movie, thought it would suit Klefaroline, my otp3 i.e. Klefan, Klaroline & Steroline. I love them all, but I'll be following the plot of the movie, so please don't send me hate because it's not the endgames you wanted. Also, Stefan is more his Ripper!Stefan personality in this, & Klaus is a gentleman. Other ships feature. For fun, always x
This Means War
1.
"Targets confirmed: the de Martels," Matt said, glancing at a serious lipped Bonnie Bennett, behind him.
Bonnie adjusted her headset, looking at the flashing screens in the CIA headquarters.
"Mission is a go. Repeat. You are green to go. Mission: to intercept and apprehend the de Martels, secure the device and remember, this mission is covert!"
Stefan and Klaus stood together on The Strix's palace roof, watching the helicopter drop back.
They listened to their Boss' instructions; suited up, and well prepared.
Stefan fixed his jacket, and fingered his gun in the back of his trousers.
Klaus noticed the chandelier in the foyer where many of the de Martel's guests assembled around the heiress, Aurora de Martel.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Klaus," the taller introduced himself to the blonde bartender.
"Stefan," the shorter grinned, exuding charm which made Klaus roll his eyes over his shoulder.
The bartender smiled, retrieving her hand.
"So what brings you to New Orleans? Business or pleasure?" she asked with a cheery smile.
"Business," Klaus said, keeping a close eye on Aurora.
"Pleasure, a little bit of both," Stefan shrugged, tapping the counter in nervous excitement. "Camille? French name?"
"After my great-great-aunt. Call me Cami," she sighed, glancing at her badge.
Stefan nodded, half interested, and Klaus watched Aurora de Martel top up the champagne in her guests' hands.
"What kind of business are you in?" Cami enquired.
"I am a cruise ship captain," Stefan lied. "My friend here, is a kickass travel agent..." he smirked.
"Oh," Cami smiled, impressed.
"And on that note," Klaus grabbed Stefan's shoulder. "Will you excuse us please, because we do actually have some work to do."
"No, we don't." Stefan muttered, shrugging off Klaus' grip.
"Yes, we do!" Klaus repeated, digging his fingers into Stefan's shoulder and causing him to wince.
Four men in tailored suits climbed out of the helicopter on the helipad, carrying secured suitcases.
One was Tristan de Martel, Aurora's twin brother.
Klaus and Stefan parted to opposite sides of the room, aware of their covert mission, and of the civilians they were to keep safe.
"That is a gorgeous tie," one of the patrons ran her hand down Stefan's chest, indicating she was interested in more than his tie.
Stefan nodded, removing her hand, but placed a kiss on her knuckles. He noticed Klaus' 'will you keep it in your pants' expression, and winked.
Tristan de Martel entered the room at the far right, accompanied by his bodyguards.
Aurora broke away from her guests, her strawberry blond hair bounced against her shoulders as she walked.
She disappeared behind the closed doors after her brother, where Klaus gathered the exchange took place.
The exchange he and Stefan were to intercept.
Bonnie re-adjusted her headset, grateful for Matt, who had hacked into the security footage inside the room. Camille had managed to set up a bug so they could record the interchange between the two criminal parties.
"I see you brought your loony sister to protect you?" Francesca scoffed, surrounded by her Guerra brothers. Five of them, all burly men, unshaven, with dark, calculative eyes that matched their sister's.
"What did you say?" Tristan queried, causing his bodyguards to take a step forward, waiting for his order.
Aurora pouted her rouge coloured lips and tears welled up in her eyes.
Francesca laughed, a bully, as she was known, manipulating her way politically and socially up at down the Mississippi river. Her brothers followed her cue, and Aurora spun on her heels, crying into her hands.
"Let's go, Aurora," Tristan took her arm, ignoring the machine guns pointed at their backs.
He pretended to leave, whipping out his small automatic and killing every one of the Guerras - Francesca, first.
Aurora clapped her hands, flinging her arms around her brother and spoiling him with kisses. "That was brilliant fun, Tristan! What game should we play next?" she beamed, wiping her lipstick marks from his cheeks.
"How about hide and seek?" he hauled her with him as they left the room, swamped by their bodyguards.
"Shots fired, men down," Bonnie reported to Stefan and Klaus.
Klaus raised his head from his position beside the DJ, hearing Stefan's voice in his ear piece.
"Here we go."
Klaus stepped out from the crowd, grabbing the gun from the nearest bodyguard who passed. He broke the man's hand, and knocked him unconscious.
Stefan gave him a 'I can't believe you forgot your gun on this special mission' face, which Klaus knew was coming, and knocked the second bodyguard unconscious with the handled of his own gun.
The DJ's music pounded Klaus' ears, as he shadowed Tristan de Martel. Stefan halted, watching Tristan hover by the glass doors, then he ducked, and Klaus used the third bodyguard as a shield.
"Man, you got blood on me and I just had this suit dry-cleaned," Stefan complained, hiding behind them.
"A little help here, mate," Klaus grunted, seeing Tristan release Aurora then fire at them from above.
Klaus lowered the dead bodyguard and began shooting at Tristan, the bullets ricocheted off the helicopter.
Stefan spotted Aurora running towards the helicopter with one of the secured suitcases.
He sprinted through the glass doors like a man with a death wish, and skidded through the pool of blood to get the device and the money. He caught Aurora's waist, ignoring her screams, and glanced up at the spinning rotors.
Klaus rolled onto his stomach, army crawling, then firing back at Tristan, until his borrowed gun ran out of bullets. Tristan didn't seem to care who he shot, causing his rich guests to hide under tables, and spill their drinks.
Stefan played tug-of-war with the suitcase until Aurora's furious kick to his groin surprised him, and he let go.
Klaus barrelled into another guard and stole his gun, wondering how the bodyguards kept multiplying. He jumped through the open helicopter doors and swung his legs up, kicking Tristan out the other side, and spilling the money from the suitcase, in the process.
Klaus grimaced, rubbing his shoulder.
He made a mental note to ask his psychiatrist if she had a number for a good physio.
Tristan blocked Klaus' punches, head butted him, and threw him off the roof.
Klaus grabbed a protruding piece of guttering and caught his breath, whilst the de Martel siblings, discussed what to do with him. Klaus had seen Aurora take out Stefan, and hoped his friend would come through before the guttering gave way.
"Shoot him," Tristan ordered of Aurora.
Klaus heard a scuffle and Tristan jumped from the building, pulling his parachute when he was a safe distance away.
Shots were still being fired, and Klaus scrambled to get a better hold on the guttering, his hands sweating.
Aurora's gleeful face appeared in his vision, and she raised the semi-automatic in one hand, the two suitcases either side of her red stilettos. "Queen takes King," she grinned.
Stefan grabbed her parachute, unzipped it, and pulled it from her back, causing her to fumble her gun.
Aurora de Martel lost her footing and failed to latch onto Stefan's arms.
She screamed, her hands working like windmills which failed to propel her forwards, but back, leaving her horrified eyes plastered into the back of Klaus' mind.
She passed her brother on the way down, and they both heard Tristan's anguished cry, and then the crunch of Aurora's body as it hit a civilian's car driving in the street below.
Stefan and Klaus watched the car slam into a row of parked cars.
Stefan grimaced, and Klaus flinched.
They heard sirens in the distance, and several civilians dragged the driver from the car.
Tristan landed, and Klaus and Stefan watched him caress Aurora's cheek before he left tender kisses against her bloodied forehead. He brushed her hair from her face, and scrutinized the skies, until the sirens drove him away.
"He does not look happy," Stefan commented.
"You were the one who threw his sister off the building," Klaus frowned.
"Saving you, I might add," Stefan retorted.
They retreated from the edge, loosening the hold on their guns, and taking in the mess they'd created.
"I'm more concerned about our Boss," Klaus said, stepping over the dead bodyguards and scuffing the blood from his shoe on the welcome mat inside the empty foyer.
"Definitely. You think Cami is still here? I need a drink," Stefan said, looking at the bar.
Caroline peered at the instruments in her lab, trying to explain the properties to her eager assistant.
"So the cortex has minimal damage," she removed her latex gloves. "There's some calcining around the edges. However, the tempolite has damage and there's rusting around 300 degrees. So, that means the cortex gets the recommend. See April, the best product always wins..." Caroline smiled, loving her job.
April passed her boss her afternoon coffee.
"Caroline, I was just wondering if I could leave a little early today? Aaron's taking me to an Alpaca farm!"
The blond blinked. "Oh right, it's a holiday and a weekend, so yes, you should totally do that," she smiled.
April returned her smile, and went to put her stuff away. "You have fun too," she said over her shoulder.
"I will," Caroline's smiled, thinking of all the laundry and housework she had waiting for her.
Bonnie crossed her arms, studying her two best CIA agents with severe disappointment.
Klaus and Stefan glanced at each other, counting the minutes of silence passing them by.
Klaus fidgeted, twisting a pen in his hands.
"Six men in the morgue, a body in the middle of the street..." Bonnie snapped.
"To be fair, we did manage to..." Klaus pointed to the two suitcases they had retrieved, but didn't finish his sentence on the account of Bonnie's pursed lips and dagger-like gaze.
"Shut up!"
Stefan had adopted 'The Thinker' position, and silently sent looks between his friend and his boss.
"Shutting up now," Klaus recoiled in his chair.
Bonnie slammed a police report on her desk, making Stefan and Klaus jump.
"The mission parameters were clearly indicated to be covert!" Bonnie peered at the two agents with a severe expression. "Thanks to you two geniuses Tristan will be looking for revenge for his sister's death. You guys are grounded!" she explained. "Desk duty from now on."
"What?" Stefan queried, as if he'd heard wrong.
Klaus mulled the word over in his dry mouth, and rose to his feet, pulling Stefan from his chair.
They backed out of Bonnie's office and closed the door.
Caroline grooved along to her iPod in Jackson Square, wearing sweatpants and a baggy jumper that belonged to her ex-roommate, a hand-me-down from one of the four brothers she'd never met.
Rebekah didn't talk about her family much.
Caroline thought it had something to do with a falling out over her husband, Marcel.
She slid along the pavement pretending she could remember the steps from her hip-hop classes a year ago, taking no notice of her whereabouts or the people passing-by.
"I'm going to shake it, shake it, shake it!" she sang loud and clear.
"Caroline, hey!" a voice called out from somewhere in front of her.
Two people on bicycles rode up to her and dismounted as she pulled her headphones from her head.
"Hey, it's Tyler, hey!" Caroline fake-smiled, responding to his grin, like he'd forgotten just how disastrous their break up had been. She waved, taking in the brunette stick figure by his side.
She looked too sweet to be wearing pink, her inner 'Rizzo' voice judged.
"Hey," Tyler repeated, looking over her casual appearance, her baggy tracksuit and sweaty grey jumper.
"Hey!" she squeaked, throwing her arms up, and realizing how stupid she must have sounded.
The shy, quiet woman curled her brunette hair behind her ear, following their short conversation.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, this is Elena..." Tyler reached out to her, smiling a genuine smile.
"Hi, nice to meet you!" Caroline reached for her hand, unable to miss the diamond ring glinting in the sunlight.
"Nice to meet you too," Elena beamed, giving Tyler a pleased look, that Caroline questioned.
What exactly had he told his fiancé about her?
"Wow, a big rock!" Caroline looked to Tyler, her fake-smile fading fast.
"Yes," Elena beamed, giving Tyler a sweet smile which made Caroline want to vomit.
"My fiancé," he nodded, waiting for Caroline to speak.
Unfortunately her words had fallen out of her mouth in her surprise, and she was unable to find them.
"You're engaged..." she repeated, nodding and processing this wild information.
"Yeah..." Tyler grinned, nodding.
"To be married..." Caroline's mouth hurt from al the fake smiling.
"Everything just worked out exactly how it was supposed to," Tyler leant in and kissed Elena full on the mouth.
Caroline averted her eyes, but when the kiss lasted longer than three minutes, she cleared her throat, wanting to be anywhere but there.
"Oh cool, well ok. I'm going to go. I'm going to meet my guy, Ken, who's a surgeon," she said, moving away.
"Well, nice to meet you," Elena called out, one hand around Tyler's waist, and the other firmly holding her bike.
"Congrats again, with your bikes, and everything. Peace."
Caroline dropped her friendly act, horrified with her inability to talk to her ex.
I just said peace, I want to die right now.
She pushed open the door to her favourite Sushi place.
"Sushi for one?"
The head chef hollered from the kitchen.
"Hey Ken," she took a seat, dropping her head into one of his steamed towels, letting it soak up her stress.
"Long day, huh?" he asked.
"You don't know half of it," came Caroline's muffled reply.
He announced the dishes as they came out on the sushi train whilst in conversation.
"This is too funny!"
Tyler's voice came out of nowhere, and Caroline jumped, raising her head.
"Hysterical," she answered in an high pitched squeak.
Tyler looked around the busy restaurant, and then at the empty chair beside her.
"I know this was supposed to be you and your boyfriend, Ken, but.."
Elena gave Caroline an understanding look, and she moved her bag, waving her hand carelessly.
Ken raised his spatula, shaking his head.
"No, sushi for one, always for one..." he grinned, ignoring Caroline's horrified expression.
It was later that evening, Caroline steered Rebekah's shopping trolley.
"Ugh, it was the most humiliating moment ever!" she ranted, recounting her news for Rebekah, who shopped for the essentials: toilet paper, tissues and nappies.
"Well, that's because you should have come up with better excuses. 'I have a boyfriend too, but he's actually getting penis reduction and.." Caroline shook her head, and returned to her conversation.
"I can't think of anything when I see him... I just can't believe I gave up everything for him. I just feel so stupid, I left my friends, my family.." she ran her hands through her wavy blond locks.
Rebekah stopped the trolley, holding her anxious gaze.
"No, don't you dare apologise. I'm happy that you moved out here, we have a happy life together-" she said, turning into another shopping aisle.
"-I just thought he was my person.." Caroline crossed her arms, hugging herself.
Rebekah frowned.
"Well, I thought he was your person too, but you know what kind of person he is? The kind of person who likes to make out after she eats yellow tail," she made a disgusted face.
Caroline sighed, putting her hands into her dress pockets.
"I like sushi. She seemed really nice. She was really pretty."
Caroline remembered Elena's perfect hair.
Rebekah scrutinised the detergent labels on a nearby shelf, speaking her mind.
"Well, I don't give a shit about her, I care about you, and your love life."
"I'm going out, I'm dating, I'm meeting guys..." Caroline protested.
Rebekah snorted. "Oh please, you're not.. you date, but you're not taking it seriously."
She pulled the yellow bottle of detergent from the shelf and dumped it into her trolley.
"Don't use that brand, it leaves a foam, that one is much more effective," Caroline interjected, pointing at another on the shelf below.
Rebekah furrowed her eyebrows, glancing between the detergents and her friend.
"Well, I wish you would act that way with men. I mean you can choose a laundry detergent, but you can't choose some guy you want to have penetrative sex w-?"
"-It's my job, it's easier, there's charts, there's numbers.." Caroline explained.
"Well, that's why you should try online dating, they have lots of charts," Rebekah suggested.
"Not that again," Caroline sighed, shaking her head.
"What's your problem with online dating?" Rebekah demanded, pulling wine from the shelf and putting it in her trolley.
"What's my problem? You watch Dateline? Do you know how many creeps are out there? I could end up a skin suit or somebody's trunk," Caroline hissed, aware of the other shoppers nearby.
Rebekah rolled her eyes.
"That's a little dramatic ok, that happens to like one in twenty girls. You're not going to end up in somebody's trunk, if you're lucky someone will end up in your trunk," she smirked, putting the second bottle of wine in Caroline's imaginary trunk. "That's your trunk," she grinned, and they both laughed.
Rebekah sighed. "The point is you need to get back out there, you might end up meeting the right guy? I mean really, what's the worst thing that could happen?" she said, picking up bags of marshmallows.
Caroline made a face. "Skinsuit. Skinsuit's pretty bad," she repeated, spotting the magazine stand.
Klaus and Stefan sat at the furthest table in the backyard of the Salvatore Boarding House in Mystic Falls. It was Stefan's older brother, Damon's birthday, and in all the years Klaus had known Stefan, celebrations were an important part of the Salvatore family tradition.
"Thank you for having me over to your mum's house today..." Klaus said, lowering his champagne flute. He watched Damon greet the guests, bourbon in hand, whilst 90s music like Nirvana and Backstreet Boys played.
Stefan's mother, Lily Salvatore, catered for the event, ensuring the ongoing stream of salmon puffs and champagne Stefan answered with a mouth full of fondant icing.
"Are you kidding me? You're my best friend, you're family..." he said, raising the Westwood china to catch the crumbs.
Lily Salvatore spotted them from the other side of the dance floor and came over.
"Why the hell are you two sitting over here by your lonesome? You're not going to make me any grandbabies this way..." she said, disappointed.
Stefan forked another piece of butter cake.
"Mum, it's a family gathering and I don't think you want us making any grandbabies today," he said.
Klaus fingered the stem of his champagne flute, mulling over an answer.
"To be fair, I have already provided you with a wonderful grandchild-" he said, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes, but then you screwed it all up," Lily added, giving him a 'what are you going to do about it' look.
"Ouch," Klaus muttered, hiding the fact that her words cut deep.
Lily looked up when Lorenzo made his entrance, taking her hand, and shirking his head towards the dance floor, which consisted of a square rug they had pulled from the dining room and laid on the grass.
"Let's show these kids how it's done, hey?" Enzo suggested, offering her his arm to her.
"Let's," Lily beamed, leaving them to be with her husband.
"It's kind of gross when they kiss," Stefan noted, frowning.
Klaus ignored his friend's negative remark, he found the couple to be an example of true love.
Stefan hummed a tune, catching Damon's eye, and gave him a thumbs up, pointing to the cake.
After a few seconds of continued silence, he jabbed Klaus with his fork, wondering why he was so quiet.
"Hey, Mr Deep in thought, what's going on? Want to talk about it?" he asked.
Klaus pointed at Lily and Enzo, with a soft look in his eye.
"I just think it's lovely, isn't it? I mean it's really lovely," he began.
Stefan glanced between the subject matter and his best friend, clearly confused by the conversation.
"What's lovely?" he asked.
"Well, I love the way they're looking into each other's eyes," Klaus explained, watching Lily laughing as the two twirled on the dance floor, receiving whistles from Damon, and applause from the rest of their guests.
"I'm pretty sure it's the cataracts," Stefan admitted, making Klaus roll his eyes.
Klaus fixed his chair, turning to face his best friend, fed up with his attitude.
"Okay, you asked me a serious question, didn't you?"
Stefan heard a bite of impatience in Klaus' voice, and a mischievous smile flashed across Stefan's face.
"Yeah," he nodded, fixing his expression to coincide with Klaus' serious one.
"So you want a serious answer?" Klaus asked, looking at the crumbs on Stefan's empty plate.
"Cake is down, talk to me," Stefan said, raising his expectant eyebrows.
Klaus moved aside his champagne, latching onto Stefan's curious expression.
"Man chat, man to man. I trust you, I know you'd do anything for me, I know you'd take a bullet for me. I would for you, you know that. Right," Klaus swallowed, thinking through his thought. "Can you imagine all of that..."
"Yes," Stefan whispered, dead serious.
"Can you imagine what that would be like to share with a woman?" Klaus breathed, framing Lily and Enzo again.
Stefan frowned, shaking his head. "No."
He tried to understand his friend, but sometimes he thought they were just on different pages altogether.
"Okay. Thank you," Klaus finished, sculling the rest of his drink and making a note not to bring it up ever again.
Stefan closed the door to his rooftop apartment, staring up at ceiling, grinning from ear to ear.
His apartment was designed to coincide with his own personal swimming pool.
Ivy's orange bikini swam above him and Stefan remembered she'd promised to fix his car, and his heart.
He dumped his keys on the kitchen bench, pulled off his jacket and loosened his tie.
Klaus sat in the Assembly hall with the other parents, waiting for Hope to finish her karate lessons. He sat forwards on the bleachers, holding his breath, but giving her the support she needed.
"Alright, Hope, good luck," he called from his position behind the Sensei.
"Alright, let's go to war!" Mikael roared, brandishing his staff against the wooden floor in a threatening manner.
Klaus flinched, watching his daughter throw one really good punch, then lose confidence, especially after her component threw her over his shoulder and slammed her onto the mat.
Mikael's hoots of glee alarmed Klaus, and he brought Hope forwards, eager to leave the hall.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the day?" she dragged her feet over the mat, rubbing her elbows.
Klaus wanted to tell her about their mission, how sometimes in life, things didn't always go according to plan.
He picked up her sneakers, feeling proud when she did the up laces by herself.
"Oh, well, I had a little time off," he explained, watching his daughter brush her fingers through her brunette bob.
She was the spitting image of her mother, Hayley.
"I got creamed," Hope muttered, disappointed.
"You didn't get creamed, sweetheart, it's just a matter of opinion," he answered, glaring at Mikael.
"What do you know about fighting, you're just a travel agent."
Hope adjusted her headband, and picked up her school bag, leaving Klaus to run a hand through his hair.
"He who hesitates..." Mikael smacked Klaus on the arse, when his supervisors weren't watching.
It took all of Klaus' restraint not to kill him.
"Pain is just weakness, leaving the body," Mikael whispered. "Don't you remember, boy?" he smirked.
Memories of Klaus' violent childhood flashed through his mind.
He glared into his father's calculative eyes, unable to react, he was, after all, only a travel agent.
"I remember the day they took you away," he muttered so Hope couldn't hear, and left, clenching his fists.
Hope climbed into her mother's waiting SVU.
"Hey baby," Hayley directed at her daughter, who strapped herself in, and hug her little wolf toy to her chest.
"Hi," Klaus smiled into his ex-wife's car.
"Klaus, didn't know you were in town?" she pressed.
"I had some time off, thought I'd come see Hope," he explained.
"You're the only travel agent I know who actually travels for his job..." she admitted, eyes sparkling.
Klaus checked on Hope, then grinned.
"Yeah, I know. So, I was thinking, maybe you, me and Hope could all go out as a family, and maybe get something to eat, have a meal?" he asked, feelings his heart pounding in his chest. "I think that would be great," he finished, attempting a charming smile.
Hayley hesitated, understanding his intention. "I have a date tonight, Klaus."
He pulled back, tapping the hood of the SVU, and biting back his disappointment. "Good, that's great!"
"Maybe some other time," she added, waving goodbye and leaving the car park.
Stefan collapsed on his couch, still wet from his evening swim. He turned on the television, flicked through a few boring channels, and tucked into a bowl of cereal. He heard Ivy moving about in his bedroom, and remembered their tryst in the pool, and then again on the bedroom floor. He slopped milk down his naked chest, and groaned, mopping it with his loose bathrobe, until an advertisement for Fate dot com caught his attention.
"Are you sick of rejection? Find your soulmate with one click...
Klaus trained with Vincent in his loft, relieving his stress, whilst the television played in the background.
He punched the sandbag, sending it flying high from the chain hanging from the rafters.
"You know, it's been six months, maybe you should let her go, and start dating yourself," Vincent offered.
The vein in Klaus' jaw flexed.
"Maybe you'll find your way back, or you'll find someone else to take your mind off her."
Klaus caught the sandbag, and jabbed it with a lower punch, gritting his teeth.
"You know why we broke up in the first place?"
"Yes, Mikael," Vincent interrupted.
"That's right, dear old dad was invited, invited to teach at Hope's school," Klaus punched the sandbag twice in anger. "I told them all, 'trusting Mikael came at a price.' No psychiatric clinic could reverse the damage he'd done to our family. They told me he'd paid his price, community service was part of his sentence, what better way to pay back his debt to the community? By returning him to an environment which brought out his worst self?"
Vincent held the sandbag as Klaus pummelled it.
"You pleaded for Hayley to trust you, but she was torn between you and Elijah, your noble brother, who vowed to protect them at all costs, whilst you were away."
"Protect them he did," Klaus turned away from the sandbag, and settled on the television.
...Join now and give yourself the love you deserve."
"That's just so sad..." Stefan switched channels until he discovered there really was nothing on, and dumped his empty bowl into the kitchen sink. He climbed into his side of the bed, and took back the blankets Ivy had stolen.
"Looking good, boss," Aaron's eyes glinted as he passed Caroline on her way to her office on Tuesday morning.
She frowned, looking down at her average looking blouse and black pants.
"Morning, April," Caroline passed her assistant's desk, smiling when she passed her, her coffee.
April's nervous expression and glance at her desktop, made her question her staff's greetings.
She put her coffee aside, and slid the mouse around to wake up her hibernating computer.
"'Come and get it boys'...that's a photograph from my cheerleading days!"
Caroline leant over her speaker phone, indicating April shut her office door and dialled Rebekah's cell number.
"Bicurious? Skinny dipping? Roller skating? What is this, 1994?" she hissed into the speaker.
"What are you talking about? You looked adorable in that uniform! And men are going to respond to that camel toe..." Rebekah sighed.
Caroline scrolled through her photo gallery, appalled to see herself in college gym shorts.
"I'm going to kill you!"
"Ah, how about thank you!"
Caroline heard children screaming in the background, and gathered Rebekah had taken her son to the playground for the morning.
"And your cheerleading uniform just means you're open to role playing. You know, sometimes I pull mine from the wardrobe, whenever Marcel's feeling frisky..." she added.
"It's too early to hear about your sex life," Caroline interrupted. "Besides, April's here. Where do I cancel this?"
"Hi April, and other guys love cheerleaders, means you're flexible, good at the gym," Rebekah threw in.
April stifled her giggle, and pointed to the top right hand corner as a suggestion.
Rebekah sighed. "We're trying to cast a very wide net here, we don't know what kinds of guys you like yet."
Caroline clicked on every possible variable to delete the page, not having any luck.
"Seriously, how do you cancel this, ahh, what's happening?" she paused, hearing a succession of bings.
"Notifications," April whispered. "They love your bio, that's 50 notifications in five minutes."
Caroline gripped her desk, taking a long sip of her coffee, to relieve her stress. "I'm not online dating!"
"I'm in charge of this, no cancelling!" Rebekah shouted into the handset. "Just one date, please, for me?"
April gave her an encouraging nod.
Caroline sighed, scrolling through the bios, and stopped half way down.
"Wait a second, who is that... oh my god, he's cute," she said, taking in the man's golden curls.
Rebekah whooped in joy.
A/N: 5000+ words, credit to whoever wrote the script, so many great lines. Some changes to plot, and a lot of ships, most my otps, others, crackships, and it's nice to write a few KC scenes again. Some of you might have read my KC stories, others may be here for SC, anyone here for Klefan? You could argue what the real love story is here... okay, hardest sections: incorporating the Mikael/Klaus scene, not sure if that worked. Also I debated swapping Tristan/Aurora's roles around because Aurora is one of my fav characters, so I apologise for that man-pain trope, except it did happen in the movie - thoughts? Rebekah's falling out with her fambam? Any Marbekah fans? Seemed to work for this story. Vincent & Sophie make cameos. Constructive feedback welcomed, no ship wars, please.