The Arrangement

Summary: Klaus wants the custody of his daughter and Caroline wants him. Therefore, they'll have an arrangement. AU/AH.

Quick points to remember:

1. This I wrote a while ago but hesitated to share.

2. Klaroline has got 'the beginning' in canon, from what I heard, and TVD ended (I know, Klaroline is my OTP and I ship others as well, but come on. TVD should have ended ages ago before it turned into an unbearable piece of crap). So I'd like us to celebrate and this AU/AH fanfiction is just the reminder from my side.

3. Caroline in this work is not the good-girl type.

4. You'll see Hope, traces of Klayley and Forwood. Don't hate me.

5. Story contains mature content as in sex, drug use and partial abuse.

6. No offense to anyone, everything I write is for fun and part of my imagination. No Beta. So, excuse all kind of errors if you can.

7. Maybe this is going to be a ten part story? I'm not sure. But let me know your thoughts.

0o Prologue o0

The first thing Klaus did after he got released from the prison was coming to the place in which Hayley was working as a stripper.

As usual the brunette was showing off and earning bills from her customers. He watched her with no interest. Not even point one percent of desire or affection existed in his stormy blues. He thought Hayley didn't change much since the last time he had seen her. The same wildness, the same attitude.

At last, after waiting for almost one hour or so, Klaus got a chance to meet Hayley in private. She was redoing her make-up, standing in front of the mirror by the time he entered her chamber.

"Where is she?" was his first question to her. His tone was so firm as if he was speaking to someone from his 'work.'

Hayley's startled expression was seen from her reflection. And then a familiar tease flashed in her dark eyes.

"Oh, Klaus! What a lovely surprise." She purred in the room full of glitters and girly stuff. Like other women, she wasn't rigid around him as they had 'history' together. Or so she believed.

It really was a drunken one night stand. Hayley and Klaus had never shared that emotional bond which they were aware of.

When Hayley had discovered she was pregnant, Klaus was neutral about it. None of them were sure if that baby belonged to him, considering Hayley's reputation around the club.

Later, she got it confirmed that the baby was conceived when Hayley and Klaus lost control. He still remembered how frustrated he was, at that night, by the time he had stepped into the strip club. Mutually Klaus and Hayley used to flirt before that and finally had got laid.

Post the results, neither Klaus nor Hayley showed any interest to keep the child. He had had enough problems to be busy with and she didn't want to spoil her 'career' by any chance. They had learned that aborting baby might harm Hayley in some ways he never heard of.

So, they came out with a solution- Putting up that baby for adoption.

Yeah, what would be the way when the parents weren't ready to take up any responsibilities?

And he had made sure of her needs throughout the pregnancy because he once had a thing for her.

Klaus wasn't a family guy. He wasn't any gentleman that a woman craves for. He was the bad. Nope, he was the worst. For almost a year he gave nightmares to every single soul around New Orleans. Which used to be one of the reasons why people were afraid to walk beside him. His siblings weren't ready to keep any kind of relation with him. Except for Kol.

Hayley had surprised him a little through her gimmicks to get him. She had succeeded and both enjoyed their time well. Only for one night.

The pregnancy was the result of it.

"I see, you finally decided to show up." She brought him back to reality with another purr. Facing him, she bit into her lip which once he had found seducing. Not any more.

"As a matter of fact, I came straight from the prison." He tried to be cool, but he didn't succeed.

"I'm impressed to know how anticipated you are." Another smirk reached her face as she applied some moisturizing cream to her knees and calves. Then she slowly made her way to him. "Give me one hour and I will wind it up, hmm?"

Klaus smiled, one dark smile that could send chills to any of his enemies, when she spread her fingers on his chest. The look in his eyes made her to retract herself and swallow in fear. "Where is she?" He repeated in a not-so-friendly tone.

Hayley recovered from the affect he caused and frowned in confusion. As if she didn't know what he was talking about. "Who?"

My daughter! He wanted to scream. But he didn't want to seem pathetic. No sign of weakness, he reminded himself.

"The girl whom you gave birth." He spat through gritted teeth.

Quickly Hayley's frame was relaxed and chuckled before walking back to her dressing area. Klaus followed her quietly and heard her words. "Don't bother. I got rid of that baby for both us."

"What have you done to her?" Slightly he seemed edgy as he took another step toward her.

For years he told himself he hadn't cared for anything. But he had seen a life coming out, six years ago, too pure and innocent for this world. Her soft skin generated such warmth that moved his frozen heart. He remembered the day she was in his hands, producing gentle sounds, and then she was taken away.

He wanted to see her. For six years, he waited to see her young face, wondered how she would look currently.

Now Hayley told she got rid of the kid.

The dancer responded carelessly. "As if you really cared for the baby."

That tone- he had never tolerated people using that tone with him. He was so pissed and the next thing he did was grabbing her by throat harshly.

"I care or I don't care - it is none of your fucking business." Klaus added more pressure, made her cough out. "I asked you something and you should give the straight answer. Nothing changed. That is how it works around me, Hayley." He reminded coldly. "Let's do it again, okay? Where is she?"

"She was adopted after you went to prison." She choked out. "Less than a week." Klaus let go of her and watched her through squinted eyes, expecting more information. "Elijah took her in."

Why he wasn't surprised?

A sigh escaped him. Though he stared at her, he seemed lost in his world.

Elijah had always been curious about Klaus. The older one would use the term 'care,' but Klaus seriously doubt it, for Elijah hadn't try to bail him after he was sent to prison.

At least, his daughter was in safe hands. Elijah would never hurt her, Klaus knew it well. But he wasn't going to let the things like they were in his absence.

It was the time to get back what he lost.

His daughter and his power.

Caroline hated when her partner tore her clothes before they have sex.

Like seriously.

There was another way to get rid of her clothes. She could walk bare in front of her partner if they wanted.

That black top in her hands was a shredded one and she tried her best not to cry or yell at Tyler for what he did to her favourite top. When she felt his presence behind her, she faced to his smirking face.

"You asked for a temporary job." He recalled her words from their last meeting. His gaze flared with lust when he looked down at her naked self. "I got it for you."

"At which place?" She slapped his hand when he cupped her one of her breasts. He lost that privilege when she found her favourite shirt shredded on the floor.

"He's a family friend." A frown crumpled his broad forehead and he went on. "When I met him, I learned he was looking for a babysitter."

God, no.

If it was what she thought it was, then she was doomed.

She let out an awkward laugh. "Babysitting? Babysitting what?"

It was a stupid question, she knew, but she couldn't help. By the look on his face she understood he didn't get why she was acting weird. But she had told him before, hadn't she? If she missed it, she got no problem to explain that part.

"Tyler," she took a deep breathe in, "tell me to look after a herd of sheep, then I'll do it with no complaints. But don't you dare lock me alongside the kids. Okay?"

She didn't want to seem like a desperate person who wanted to get away from those little creatures. Anyway she failed at it.

"You're allergic to kids." Tyler scoffed, raising an eyebrow. Caroline didn't respond as she walked to his closet to find a proper shirt, so that she could get out of his place. "Whatever." He muttered, went back to have his marijuana.

Caroline found a black tee shirt, to replace her top, and wore her undies and bra as she watched that lost-in-paradise expression on his face.

She must be startled to have a volatile person like Tyler in her closer orbit. But then, all her life, she had lived among criminals that made her rock hard to the core.

At least, he was better at giving her priority. That's what made her to maintain relation with him.

"You have two days to get your ass to Elijah Mikaelson and settle down in his mansion." Tyler spoke again. "I exaggerated about your ways." Wickedness flashed in his dark eyes. Oh, that look- trying to seduce her to his bed. She contained smirk as he strolled in her way. "Elijah have zero tolerance for naughty girls like you." She put on the shirt which was oversize. "So, you better behave around because I won't be able to put a leash on you."

"Just for the record, Tyler, nobody controls me." She replied within a beat of heart. Searching for her shorts on the floor, she added. "And I'm not going to babysit any kid."

"I don't think you have choice in that matter." He shrugged his broad and built shoulders as he made it clear. "Moreover it's just on temporary basis. Let me sort out things for you until then."

Another reminder why the relationship with Tyler had been going on for years. It wasn't romantic, but neither was it entirely sex-fueled one. Both had been benefiting each other in many ways.

To put it directly - Caroline's partners vary. Same would go in Tyler's case, as far as she knew.

When he offered marijuana, Caroline treated him with a pointed look. "I don't want to stick around for too long, Tyler. Make sure of it."

Neither it was a demand nor was it a plea. A sentence which held no emotion.

"That I'll do." He chuckled. "So, what am I going to get in return for this favour?"

"Favour for a favour." Caroline wiggled while getting her legs through shorts and tucked that loose hem of Tyler's shirt, as a way to make it look cool. "You already know how it works." She moved away when he tried to kiss her on lips. "Uh-uh, you reek of that smell."

Tyler rolled his eyes in response while she collected her phone and purse. "That's not the way you should thank me."

Rejections, he won't take them well. And Caroline cared less about that.

"Next time don't turn into the Hulk and rip my clothes." Callous tone and deadpan look was all he received from her. "Bye for now."

"Right. Enjoy your time with that kid." He teased by the time Caroline was at door. She closed her eyes as a tinge of disgust swelled in her and made her to turn glower at him.

After coping up from it, she answered. "I may not. But I'm willing to spend some valuable time with this guy. Elijah, is it?" She feigned interest. "Hope he'll keep me entertained."

The lines of his concern and his selfishness had always been blurry. Caroline preferred not to go to that side. But, once in awhile, she would tease him with the fact she was not worshipping his dick.

And she got that familiar reaction from him.

"I can assure you, you're definitely not his type. None of the Mikaelsons' type." She could see through his struggle to remain unaffected. He looked away as he added begrudgingly. "You'll strive for their attention only to waste your time."

In a crude way she was underestimated, or he simply didn't want her to focus on people other than him.

But it won't matter because she was going to screw one of those Mikaelsons and get the hell out of this city.

Yeah.

0o Prologue o0

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