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Summary: Klaus and Caroline stranded on a tiny island. Enough said. AH/AU
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Things were difficult for a while back home, and on more than one occasion he thought about moving away to a deserted island away from everyone. Well he sure did get his wish. One stormy night, plenty of champagne and here he was, stranded on this island for the better part of two years. He had hoped, at first, someone would come. His family had connections, money and everything that was necessary for his swift recovery. Yet it was not so.
At first he was like a child learning to walk. In denial and disbelief at this difficult task before him but later when he realized he had no other option he took his first steps. Survival of the fittest and even though he wasn't one at first he had damned well worked hard until he was.
The makeshift tent before him provided shelter and large leaves on top were gathering fresh water. He had learned how to fish and hunt, trap the unsuspecting pray. Yes he had survived but in the meantime his hope was lost.
As days passed he had resigned to his fate of living on this island until it killed him. He had even learned to respect the damn patch of earth he was stranded on.
When he was bored and low with energy he would carve images on the rocks around him. The feeling that he needed to write things down so he would not forget them pressed hard on his mind. With that in mind he would write and draw. Random things he held dear in his life before this hell.
His family, their names. Long and comfortable couch in his room where he would sketch for days. Where he put his dogs leash and the name of his little husky friend.
Tracking along the beach he was met with a bewildering sight. A person was lying in the sand. Not conscious or lucid so he hurried and was stunned by her beauty as he came closer. Without thinking he carried her to his shelter and took a small patch of fabric and dabbed it in fresh water hoping that the coldness of it would soothe her burning head and wake her from her daze.
In the meantime he was just inspecting his resident. She was stunning. It was as if the feeling he had lost so long was coming back to greet him. Hope.
He looked back to her face to see her quietly looking at him. Dazed and lost in her surroundings.
"It would seem you were rather lucky miss. Many would have drowned in those currents."
She was still looking at him and in her daze she muttered.
"Who are you?"
She was in awe why he was uncertain but he responded anyways.
"The only resident of this island, but you can call me Klaus."
She was processing. Her throat was dry so he took the leaf and guided it to her mouth, the fresh water doing wonders. When she had her fill she pushed herself to sit up and said "I am Caroline."
He smiled at her warmly before saying the sad truth. One it took him years to face.
"Well sweetheart unless you have an entourage searching for you, you will become a permanent resident of this lovely place."
Before he even had a chance to finish she sat up a little straighter, clenching her teeth, ready to counter him, to prove him wrong and he could see in her the same fire he once possessed.
"I'm only speaking from experience love. Let us hope your case won't be so bleak." he said casually. If there was anything this place taught him it was to accept the state of things, fighting it would only be a waste of precious energy.
But he could tell by the look in her eyes it was a lesson she'd learn the hard way.