Disclaimer: I do not own or intend to own The Vampire Diaries. The writers are too awesome and too talented frankly and my stories are nowhere as clever (at least, you can decide this). A/N: This idea came to me when reading spoilers about the so called Hybrid baby which was rumoured on TV Fanatic. Updated: 19/11/13.

Believe the Unexpected

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Caroline couldn't believe it, she was a vampire and vampires don't get pregnant. This wasn't bloody twilight, this was real, and yet, when she placed her hand on her stomach, there she could feel it, the tiny kick of a baby. It grew at an unbelievable rate, and the father? The hybrid, Tyler Lockwood.

Caroline stared into the mirror at her features. At eighteen, she wasn't ready to be a mother! She hadn't mentioned anything to her mother, the sheriff. It had been three months and nobody had questioned her constant baggy jumpers or unusual craving for Tim Tams and watermelon. Elena had enough drama in her life after Stefan's compulsion by Klaus forced him return to his ripper days of the 1920s. And of course there was her aunt Jenna's sacrifice and Jeremy's resurrection where he now could see his dead ex-girlfriends - this is obviously occupying Bonnie's thoughts too.

Caroline didn't wish to top all of it with her news. And it wasn't like she could confide in just anyone these days, but mostly she just missed her friend, Stefan. He helped her handle her blood addiction, and she missed the honesty she used to share with her girlfriends, though the subjects had changed radically from the mere squabbles of a teenager and a mother not having the time to talk, now she had epic problems like having a supernatural baby and not knowing what the hell to expect.

Somehow she didn't think Matt would want to help knowing that his best friend had impregnated his ex. So here she stood, in her bedroom staring at herself and wondering whether it would just be easier to stake herself and save all the unwanted misery. Of course who was she kidding? Even if she was dead, she was still Caroline and she couldn't do that to herself or her unborn child.

"Purple or Blue?" she murmured, holding two different jumpers under her chin. She did this often, titling her head as if that helped her to decide. "Blue it is," she said.

She picked up her books for school: another day, and another attempt to tell Tyler they were pregnant. He had been different since his forced transformation when Klaus decided to create clones of himself. She didn't know if this was because he was drinking blood from Klaus' sister Rebekah or because having two supernatural beings tied to him influenced his adrenaline rush. The one thing, that infuriated her most was that Tyler didn't seem to care. He just bounced around school thinking he was invincible and though she had nothing to complain about from their sex life, lately due to obvious reasons, she had been avoiding him.

After everything Klaus and Rebekah had done to them, after turmoil and fear and anger - Tyler had ignored her warnings and followed Rebekah's advice. Damon said it was because he was sired. He was Klaus' first hybrid and he felt compelled to obey all his wishes, no matter who his actions hurt.

She made it to school in one piece. Hell, she made it to class in one piece. She got a few smiles from people she knew in clubs and societies and sat down in Alaric's history class. She thought back to the days when she used to pass notes with Elena and Bonnie with the names of her crushes on them. She remembered waiting for Elena after cheerleading practice and going out with Matt when she was still human, and even the sleepovers at Bonnie's when all Bonnie could complain about was her Dad's stories of her weird gran, Sheila. Life had been normal once.

As Caroline smiled at Elena she felt a sharp pain shoot from her stomach and gasped, gripping the end of the desk. Throwing her head forward, she hides her fangs beneath her blond hair. Elena was by her side in minutes and Alaric yelled for everyone to return to work, lifting her into his arms. She heard their whispers in her head, but the agonising ache in her stomach had stolen most of her attention. Elena shoved open the door into the corridor and then into the girls' bathroom.

"What was that?" Alaric demanded after Elena threw her finger to her mouth and checked the cubicles. "Oh yeah."

Caroline felt shaky. She lowered her hand to check her reflection. The veins in her eyes had returned to normal, her fangs were gone and the baby was still.

"Are you ok?" Alaric asked. Elena bolted the door so they couldn't be interrupted. She considered lying, but she was sick of keeping secrets. She held Elena's worried gaze, tears fell down her cheeks.

"I'm pregnant." Caroline's lips trembled. "I don't know how."

Elena wrapped her arms around her, as Caroline cried into her shoulder. Alaric had uttered complete surprise. "Who's the father?" Caroline said he already knew that answer. "Tyler?" She nodded, leaning against the basin for support, and feeling a sudden bout of sickness subside. Elena brushed her hair out of her face.

"I'm fine," she lied.

"Don't be silly, no you're not. I'm taking you home, besides I want to know everything."

Caroline noticed her ruined mascara in the mirror and wiped her face on the back of her hand.

Beep. Beep. "It's Bonnie," Elena said. "She's just texting to see if everything's ok. It's okay Ric, go back to class." Alaric held open the door to the bathroom, and let them out. The hallway was deserted as everyone was still in class. Elena had no difficulty getting Caroline into the car park, she did though, underestimate one Salvatore brother. Damon was waiting for her, leaning his black trousers against his shiny blue camaro, with that cocky grin on his face which usually meant he'd done something stupid.

"Tsk Tsk. Skipping school. What would Stefan say?" he teased. Elena didn't have time to laugh, her friend was in pain. Caroline crushed Elena's arm with her vampire strength, making her wince, and Damon whooshed to her side. Caroline, he picked up in a bridal pose and deposited her into his car.

"To Caroline's. She's sick," Elena said. Damon put out his hand to allow her to climb into the back seat. He put his foot down but instead of taking her home, he took her to the Salvatore boarding house. It took a moment before Damon persuaded Elena that this was a better idea. In less than thirty seconds he had her through the door and resting on the couch.

"Want to tell me what exactly is going on? I know it's not you to skip Mr Saltzman's history class. How is Alaric? I haven't seen him since..." he began, already with a glass of bourbon.

"Since you killed him?" Elena provided. Damon sculled his bourbon and he shrugged her shoulders.

Caroline's arm shot up in the air distracting the tension between Damon and Elena. As much as she hated the guy, their flirting would have to be postponed until she could transfer the pain of the baby's foot on her kidney. "Damon, get over here." Caroline demanded.

He sauntered over and hovered, staring at her until she wrenched his arm from his socket, and squeezed tight. Elena brushed her hair softly, speaking encouraging words.

"Would someone kindly tell me why vampire-barbie is breaking my hand?"

"I'm pregnant, you idiot," she gasped, groaning as the baby rolled in her stomach. Seconds later she had propped herself up on her elbows, eyeing the second glass of bourbon in Damon's hand. "I guess it would be bad to drink that," she said, sadly. "Damon, you seem speechless. I think it's the first time I've seen you this way. Do you need to put your hand in some ice?" She and Elena smirked.

Damon ignored them, his hand would heal. "How did this happen?!"

Beep. Beep.

"Is it Bonnie?" Caroline asked.

Elena shook her head.

"Stefan," she said.

"What does it say?" Caroline asked.

Damon's head fell into his hands in defeat, then he rose abruptly. "Getting blood."

"Can you get me some too?" she called out. Damon grunted and Caroline felt much better. She turned back to Elena. "Well?"

"Stefan's coming over," Elena murmured.

Caroline pulled her jumped down as Damon came back with two blood bags. He poured each one into separate glasses and gave one to Caroline and drank the other himself. Elena and Caroline saw Stefan leaning against the door. He was smirking.

"Well, hello brother."

Stefan, the ripper, swaggered into the room. He gave Elena a grin showing his teeth. She was only still alive because Klaus had wanted it: his own personal blood-bag, and Stefan was his messenger.

Stefan took Damon's glass and drank the rest. He screwed up his nose in disgust and cracked his neck, intending to frighten Elena. "Can't stand this stuff, it's so much better to taste the vein, to gulp down the fresh, warm blood of a living being. You agree, Damon?" Damon snatched back his glass.

"What do you want, Stefan?"

"Klaus told me to protect Elena. I'm just going to sit here. Carry on with your mere conversations, even if they are about me." He stared up at the ceiling and Damon frowned. Elena reached for Caroline's hand and they sat together passing thoughts in expressions but unable to converse.

Do something! Elena stared at Damon.

Caroline squeezed Elena's hand. It's happening again!

"Where is Klaus?" Damon intervened. He glanced at Caroline who seemed to regain control.

Elena stood up. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Stefan tilted his head. "I know when you're lying, Elena."

"Let go of me!" she yelled.

"Damon, get out of my face, or I'll break yours," Stefan threatened. Damon stepped back, but only when Elena was sitting back on the couch with Caroline.

Beep. Beep.

Damon pulled out his phone. He read the message from Ric. 'Need help. Caroline's ill. Where R U?'

Who was it? Elena demanded.

Damon shook his head. Besides, Ric would be with them shortly. They just had to get Stefan out of the house, or better, detoxed. Two heavy suitcases fell on the carpet at the front door and everybody in the room saw an impatient Rebekah Mikaelson, walk straight inside, slamming the door and complaining about her brother, Klaus.

"Don't know what he was thinking. He left! Left me here with you losers." Rebekah tossed her pony-tail over her shoulder and sank into the chair opposite Caroline and Elena.

Stefan smiled, "You're not staying with us." He said, watching Elena as he said it. Damon and Caroline exchanged looks of their own.

"Like you have any say in what I do, Stefan," Rebekah said.

The doorbell rang this time, and Damon was first to see who it was. Alaric stood there and at the and Damon pulled him inside by the shirt.

"About time," he muttered. "Well, well, Elena! Look who's here to pick you and Caroline up?" Elena got the hint, the sooner she escaped Stefan the better. Alaric tried to look less suspicious.

"What's up with her?" Rebekah asked, looking at Stefan for answers.

"Don't ask me. I just live here," Stefan said, wiping a line of dust off the desk near him. Elena and Alaric supported Caroline and they walked towards the door, willing their hearts to not to jump. Stefan tried to follow, but Damon caught him by the arm. "She'll get there safely, she has Alaric."

Stefan shook himself free, his hand at Damon's throat. "Tell me, what's going on, or I'll pull your heart out right now." He tightened his grip, making Damon choke.

"You won't do it. I'm your brother," he pushed against him.

"Oh, some entertainment," Rebekah said, pulling her legs onto the couch and twirling her hair between her fingers.

"Shut up Rebekah," Stefan snapped. "Leave us."

"No, I want to watch you kill your brother," she said.

Damon winced when Stefan's fingers dug into his flesh, he couldn't breathe.

"He's bluffing," Damon choked. Stefan's eyes bore into Damon's and they stayed like that until Rebekah, getting bored, went to get something or someone to eat.

"Now, I'll ask you one more time, what's wrong with Caroline?" Damon stared at his little brother, not telling him a word, for Elena's sake. Caroline was her friend, after all. Stefan gripped his heart, squeezing it tight, blood dripped from his wrist, and Damon fell helplessly to his knees. Fear shook him, as the ripper bent forward, waiting for his last request.

"She's pregnant," he gasped, then Stefan broke his neck.

Damon stirred hours later, with his heart intact, and Rebekah standing over him pouring blood into his open mouth.

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