Disclaimer: Merlin and The Vampire Diaries are not mine or I will not be writing this.
Prologue
In the thousand years of his living, this has got to be the only moment he is feeling bewildered and somewhat clueless in the current predicament and why, who, how and what-the-hell now is happening?!
His can count on his fingers the time he was absolutely no idea what to do when facing a situation. Something like when his sister bled for the first time and there was nothing he could do for him to help since it was natural and apparently going to happen every month and thank Gods for his mother. There was also the time when Henrik asked him how to acquire a little sister as Rebekah keep treating him like one and should he ask Father -?
Klaus got no problem with children. Ah children. He loves kids as they are innocent and impressionable. He never hurt any children even if other people thought otherwise. He got a reputation to maintain after all and he could care less what are their opinions of him as long as they fear him. Hence, he avoid children as much as he could lest other people see him cooing and generally going soft.
His fondness for children though is irrelevant as of the moment.
Aside from the usual hunting of the elusive Petrova doppelganger, Klaus honestly thought this day will be boring as he doesn't have anything important to do. His informants had located the doppelganger on her way to Mystic Falls and before he inform her that she'd been found, he had to be sure that she and the moonstone are in the same place so he could finally be rid of the curse her mother casted. But Klaus got a good feeling about this century and he'd been patient for a thousand years.
So he had an unexpected rude awakening when this morning, he found a little boy cuddled to his side.
A little boy. On his bed. Cuddling him – the vampire who gives other vampires nightmares and the creature witches use to frighten their little ones.
What the bloody he-!?
He looked around, as if to reassure himself that he is still on his hotel room on France. He is. The clock on the bedside table indicated it almost 10 in the morning. Klaus closed his eyes. Must be dreaming still, a dream-
With his eyes closed. Klaus can feel the soft pressure on his side, a little fist clutching his shirt and hear the steady breath and thumping of the little heart. He slowly, warily opened his eyes again.
For a minute, he stared up at the white ceiling. He briefly thought of his siblings. He wondered what their reactions would be to his current dilemma. He thought of Henrik and what if - ? No, that would be wishful thinking and he's not about to give himself heartache. He sniffed experimentally and was relieved not to detect any blood.
He turned his head and stared. He is faced with a head full of dark hair.
Klaus sat up, dislodging the little hand on his shirt, and inspected his current bed mate.
As far as he could tell, the boy couldn't be older than five. Pale baby-smooth skin, high cheekbones evident even with baby fat and dark hair. He looked at what the boy is wearing and one of his brows lifted. The boy is strangely fitted in what he remembered clothes a child royalty from a thousand years ago. Royal blue robes with long loose sleeves. He looked around again to make sure that he isn't the one out of time rather than the boy.
Last time he checked, he's the farthest thing from cuddly. Yet this fragile-looking boy is sleeping uncaringly and trustingly beside him. And for the life of him, he couldn't really recall why he woke up with a child.
Years later, Klaus will look back at this moment and will realize that this is one of the most important turning point on his immortal life.