Summary: Katherine Pierce in an aspiring lawyer. Elena Gilbert is a feisty journalist. Caroline Forbes is a party planner wanting her first business to be a success. What do they all have in common? They got pregnant by men they can't stand. AU/AH. Kalijah. Delena. Klaroline.

Chapter One: Three Girls and Three Boys

Katherine Piece frowned as she stood in the middle of the newly empty building that honestly smelled like rats and cat pee and it did not bound well since Katherine was currently wearing two hundred dollar shoes. She turned to her best friend since college. "This? This is what you got with the money I loaned you? A shack outside would be nicer."

"I think it has character," Caroline defended her choice. The blond was standing in the middle of the room looking like a proud Mama Bear and this horrible building was her child. Caroline turned towards the doe eyes brunette who was looking around the building as well. "What do you think, Elena? It has character doesn't it?"

Elena Gilbert, Katherine's cousin and the sweet one of the group force a smile on her doe eye face. "It's really is. . . interesting." In all honesty the storage that Caroline had rented in downtown Manhattan was a mess to say the least and she wouldn't have been surprise if the entire building fell on top of them without a moment's notice.

Katherine had lent her some money (since she was without a doubt Daddy's Little Rich Princess) but now it seemed like she was regretting opening her big mouth. The storage would need some painting, some air conditioning, and some decent carpentry all which would cost triple the amount since it was in Manhattan costing Caroline money that she did not have even though she already owed Katherine quite a lot of money.

Caroline's smile fell a little. "Well, I think it's perfect, it's just needs a little paint and some perfume and soon Caroline's Party Planning services will be open for business!" Unlike Katherine and Elena who had chosen the traditional route of college with Elena graduating recently with a degree in journalism and Katherine currently in law school, Caroline had decided to take a different approach, much to her mother's horror. She had decided to ditch school all together, quitting after her second year at college and instead becoming an intern at Leslie Chon's Services one of the hippest and trendiest party planning companies in Los Angeles.

Afterwards with the little money that she had saved writing beauty articles online she had bought a ticket to New York city where Katherine was currently attending Columbia Law School and Elena was struggling to make it as a journalist. Caroline wanted to open her business by October which was only two months away and Caroline couldn't wait to get started.

"Do you know who's going to do all of this, or who you're going to hire?" Elena asked.

Caroline bit her lip. "Not yet, so if you know anyone I would appreciate it."

Elena nodded. "Good, all right I think it's perfect Care. Don't sweat about it.
" she looked at her watch and fluffed her hair. "Well, I need to go I have an interview at Housewives magazines."

"But hey I brought wine to celebrate!" Katherine cried out to her cousin as she fished out a bottle of good wine. Elena blew her a kiss and made a promise to share it with her next time."

"She's never going to get that job, she has no experience." Katherine snorted at she opened the bottle and started pouring two glasses.

Caroline cocked an eyebrow. "Be nice."

"I was being nice. Besides Elena is a terrible cook, what could she possibly know about housekeeping?"

Elijah Mikaelson scowled at the pieces of paper in front of him in his office at Columbia University. He was scowling at the pieces of paper that his TA had graded and apparently had done a horrible job. This is why he didn't like TA's in the first place.

Elijah was head of the Law Department at the prestigious Columbia University, but most of them were spoiled rich kids he doubted that any of them would go into law. Someone opened his door without knocking as he looked up and scowled. "Would it kill either on you to knock."

He was talking to his younger half-brother Niklaus and his best friend Damon Salvatore. Damon shrugged. "Why should we, it's not like you would be here fucking someone. Or maybe a student is hidden under your desk?" he sounded slightly hopeful.

Elijah scowled. He had never appreciated Damon's sense of humor. Klaus patted Damon on the back. "Leave him alone, he's going to be a married man tomorrow. Tied up and thrown into the wolves. Literally."

"Kindly do not refer to my future wife and your future sister in law as a wolf."

"Half-sister in law," Klaus corrected. "And you know I've never liked Hayley, I won't pretend to like her now just because you two are getting married."

"How delightful. So why are you two here, some of us actually work you know."

"We're here for your bachelor party," Damon said with a saucy grin. "Come on it's your last day of freedom. Loosen up your tie and come party with us."

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon."

"I know a little strip joint near here," Damon winked. "It's open 24 hours and there are some very nice girls and I'm a loyal customer. Hayley won't find out."

Elijah rolled his eyes at the comment. "Of course you are."

"I'm sorry Miss Gilbert," Mrs. Stern, the editor in chief at Housewives Magazine and the one interviewing Elena frowned at her and Elena could practically hear the words coming out of her mouth. She had been rejected ten times already and she couldn't live out of her parents' small helping check forever. "But besides being editor of the NYU Newspaper. You don't have much experience, maybe if you were an intern- "

"But how am I supposed to get experience if no one will hire me?" Elena interrupted feeling annoyed, every newspaper and magazine that she interviewed at always wanted her to have experience even when applying for an intern position. Apparently Elena's superior grades and recommendations weren't enough.

Mrs. Stern's lips pinched. "I'm sorry Miss Gilbert, but these are our polices here. Good night." She knew that, that was code for we don't want you.

Elena murmured her thanks and forced back a sob. After she exited Mrs. Sterns's office she went to the nearest bathroom and was relief that the stalls were empty. She was running late. She went to one of the nearby stalls and changed quickly into a short, black leather miniskirt and a black tube top that showed off her breasts and bellybutton. She hid herself under the thick black coat that she had stuffed into her purse and checked her lipstick.

It was time for second day job.

-End of Chapter One-

Please review!