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Description: It's been ten years since Klaus and Caroline saw each other, but he surprised her with a visit when he gatecrashed a wedding she was attending.

Just another normal day

It was one of these days, ones of these days that she really hated herself for coming here. She felt him before she saw him. She could have sworn she was imagining him, after so freaking long, he could not be here. But she managed to look up. He had lifted
his head to stare at her with an arrested expression, his dark gaze meeting hers.

Caroline froze. Klaus Mikaelson, she thought, shocked beyond the power of speech to see him there at the last place she expected him to be. She had always associated him with wild life—too busy ruling over New Orleans, having a war with his tons of enemies,
trying to stop his dysfunctional family from killing each other and being too arrogant for his own good.

However, in these day-lit natural surroundings, he seemed a different creature altogether. His features, finely delineated by sunlight, were hard and prominent and striking. The few touches of softness in his face… the thick crescents of his lashes, the
lush curve of his lower lip, were all the more intriguing for their uncompromising setting. He looked...lively. Huh. Maybe he did get what he wanted after all.

They stared at each other in silent bemusement, as if someone had posed a question that neither of them knew how to moment lengthened uncomfortably, until Klaus finally spoke.

"Weird," he said softly.

Caroline struggled to find her voice. "What is?" she asked.

"If it's possible, you look even more bloody beautiful."

She experienced a sharp little ache in her midriff that was neither pain nor pleasure. The disarming stab of sensation was the same thing she had experienced before. Unconsciously she put her hand over her necklace. Klaus' gaze shot to her hand before
easing slowly back up to her face. He moved nearer to the table, closing some of the distance between them.

"I didn't expect to see you here." His gaze moved over her in a disconcertingly thorough sweep. "But of course, it's the logical place for a woman in your situation."

She narrowed her eyes. "In my situation?"

"Getting over a hard break up by drinking, while trying to find someone to get your hands on to take the pain away," he clarified.

Fuck. He knew her so well. How the hell could he possibly still know her after ten freaking years? She responded with a haughty glance. "I am not trying to do such thing."

"Glancing around every second," he continued, "Biting your lip, analyzing every man in this room before you decide which one is your prey.'"

Damn you, Klaus Mikaelson. Caroline's mouth clamped into a taut line. "Just to set your mind at ease, I have no intention of picking you. You're the very last on the list."

"What list?" Klaus contemplated her in the tense silence that followed, working it out for himself. "Ah. You've actually made a list of your preys?" Amusement danced in his eyes. "It's a relief to hear that I'm not in the running, because I don't really
fancy being on it. But don't mind me asking...who is on the top list?"

Caroline refused to answer. Even as she cursed her own tendency to fidget, she could not keep from reaching over to catch the hem of her dress and played with it."Let me guess, the bride's uncle?" he guessed.

She made a scornful sound, half-sitting on the table. "Ew, no. I wouldn't pick his pervert ass if he fell to his knees and begged me."

Klaus laughed richly at the blatant lie. "Really? Tall, dark and handsome. You'd stop at nothing to get him." Casually, he sat on the opposite side of the table, and Caroline steeled herself not to shrink from his proximity. Ten year ago, she would have
been bothered by the fact that they were sitting here like normal people and having a normal conversation. But ten years was a long time. She had grown up.

"Why are you here, Klaus? Shouldn't you be at home, disappointing your family?" she asked.

"I'm a friend of the groom," he said easily with a chuckle, dismissing her last sentence.

She was unable to imagine the possibility of Klaus being friends with the groom—seeing as he was human! "Why would he associate with you? And don't try to claim that you like all humans and you're friends with them — the two of you are as different as
chalk from cheese."

"As it happens, Will and I are indeed friends, and he's very much aware of vampires and witches. I saved him from a ruthless vampire."

"Oh, so you mean yourself?"

"Oh, Caroline." He shook his head. "Will and I share some interests— We both like to hunt, and we share a remarkable passion for art and music. For a human, he is alright."

"God," Caroline mocked, "You should hear yourself. Who are you and what have you done with the man I know? Have you ever considered showing this side of you? People might actually like you."

"Would you?"

Her nails dug into her skin, as she flashed him a quick glance to measure the depth of mockery in his eyes. To her bewilderment, there was none. He seemed seriously interested in her answer. As he watched her intently, she felt a dismaying tide of pink
creep over her face. She was not at all comfortable in this situation, conversing alone with Klaus Mikaelson while he lounged beside her like they haven't just met after long years. Her gaze fell to the large hand he had braced on the table.

"'Like' may be going a bit far," Caroline said, releasing her biting grip on her lower lip. The more she tried to control her flush, the worse it became, until it surged into her hairline. "I suppose I could tolerate your company more easily if you would
really tell me why you are here."

"What?"

Caroline rolled her eyes. "I wasn't born yesterday, Klaus. I didn't buy your bullshit story about Will. Honestly, if you want to create a fake story, at least get the man's name right, which is Robert by the way."

He smirked. "How did I think I could get away with fooling Caroline Forbes?"

"Well, I'm not smart for no reason." Ignoring his low laugh, she continued. "which comes back to my original question: why are you here?"

"I was just passing through."

"Fine." She scoffed, getting up from the chair. "I'm not going to waste any more of my time here asking you when it's perfectly obvious that you don't wish to tell me."

"Your time wasn't wasted," he said, coming to walk beside her. "I was just beginning to change my ways."

"Don't bother," she said, the smile lingering on her lips. "You're a hopeless cause, I'm afraid. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to leave now. Enjoy the rest of the wedding."

"Let me come with you," he said softly. "I'll tell you why I'm here. You can lecture me some more. I'll even listen."

She wrinkled her nose at him impudently. "No, you won't." She started off on the path, aware of his gaze on her back until she disappeared into the pear orchard. "Besides, I have an appointment to get to. I don't want to be late."

Klaus bolted right out of the chair and followed her. "When can I see you?" he called out to her.

She stopped and turned around with a smirk. "If you're good, we'll see each other in another ten years. Good bye, Klaus."

"I'm a patient man," he called back again, hearing the sound of her chuckle. "See you soon, Caroline."