On the day of her picture perfect wedding day to Tyler, Caroline is shocked to see her ex-husband, Klaus, appear. He's come to inform her that there's one little problem with her marrying Tyler, because she's still married to Klaus. Now, she has to choose between her new love and her old. What will she do? A requested story for Carlatab.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries TV show. That honor goes to Julie Plec and Kevin Williamson.

Hello, my lovely readers. This is a story that was requested by Carlatab a looooonnnnnng time ago that I meant to post many, many months ago. The premise for this story is hers and I would like to thank her for believing in my abilities as a writer to write her baby. On with the show…

Chapter 1: Wedding Day Blues

Sucking in a deep breath, Caroline Forbes ran her tongue over her lower lip. 'Should she be wearing white today?' she thought silently, walking over to the dresser in Tyler's childhood room. She plucked up a pair of diamond drop earrings and slid each one into her earlobes, attempting to push her thoughts into a box that she then mentally kicked to the back of her mental closet. She was getting married today. She was happy. Everything was perfect. What could go wrong?

Walking with purpose to the door, Caroline picked up the end of her long dress and wrapped her hand around the doorknob. Pulling the door open, Caroline's jaw dropped when she found her older brother, Damon, standing with an open bottle of champagne in his hand. "Damon!" Caroline hissed. "What are you doing? You can't be drunk on my wedding day. Are you insane?"

Damon hiccupped before grinning widely. "According to my therapist 'I have issues." He retorted with a chuckle.

Caroline rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "I cannot believe that you would do this to me. This is my wedding day, Damon. Of all the days that you could do this, you pick today. Seriously, Damon! Does Elena know that you're drunk?" Looking over Damon's shoulder, Caroline searched for her bridesmaid through narrowed eyes. She would happily tear into her sister-in-law for not keeping her husband in check for one, very special day.

"Sheesh, Elena knew I was dunk on our wedding day. She just went with the flow," Damon informed Caroline as he began to sway and fell back against the opposite wall.

"I am going to kill you," Caroline hissed through clenched teeth.

Shaking his head back and forth slowly, Damon smirked. "No, you won't. You always say you will, but you never have."

Widening her eyes, Caroline threw her hands up in the air. "Damon, you are supposed to walk me down the aisle. You know how important this is to me!"

"Yeah, I do and I don't know why you chose me. Why not the good twin, Saint Stefan?" Damon snorted when he mentioned his nickname for Stefan.

"He is not a saint," Caroline snapped as her shoulders slumped. "You know that I wouldn't have asked you if there were anyone else."

Rolling his eyes, Damon narrowed them at his sister. "Number one, of course Stefan is a saint. Between the three of us he is the only good one. And number two there are plenty of men who would give you away." Beginning to laugh as Caroline's face turned red, Damon doubled over and nearly upended the bottle on the floor. "Number three, I am not your father so you can get over it. I'm not going to be the perfect grownup…"

Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, Caroline sucked in a deep breath as her eyes filled with tears. It had only been a year since their father had had a heart attack and the Salvatore siblings had to come together to take care of each other while their Mother, Liz, forced one foot in front of the other. "Damon, please. Just go downstairs and drink some coffee. The wedding is about to start like really, really soon."

Opening his mouth and then closing it, Damon moved closer and looked down at Caroline. "Ask Stefan to do this. I. Am. Out. Of. Here." With that said, Damon whirled around and nearly fell on his face.

"Seriously!" Caroline shouted after her brother's departing back as he held up his hand and wiggled his fingers in a good-bye wave. "Damon!" Caroline shouted.

"What was that about?" Bonnie called as she hurried past Damon to stop in front of Caroline, who looked like she was about to explode, her face was so red. "What did he do this time? Do you want me to find Stefan and tell him to kick his ass?"

Nodding, her head wordlessly before she had fully processed what Bonnie had said Caroline began to shake her head. "No, Damon's just being Damon. You know how it is. Family knows how to hurt you the best."

"Don't I know," Bonnie replied with a chuckle. Her sad smile reminded Caroline that her best friend and maid of honor had already lost both her parents and her grandmother in a matter of years. She had not seen her mother since she was a toddler only to be reunited with Abby at the age of seventeen. After gathering that Bonnie was relatively happy and healthy, Abby had disappeared to parts unknown once more. Her father came back a year later but after suffering from a heart attack he had left as well. Bonnie's grandmother had gone to sleep one night and never woke up. If anyone knew what it meant to be hurt by family whether it was intentional or otherwise, it was Bonnie.

Forcing a cheerful smile, Caroline began to walk toward the staircase. "So, you ready to walk down the aisle?"

Bonnie's eyebrows rose. "I think that's supposed to be my line, Care. Unless you want to switch places. I'm not sure how your groom would feel about that though."

Shrugging, Caroline grinned, looking very much like her older brother. "You never know. Maybe he'll like you better."

"Uh huh," Bonnie began to laugh as she shook her head. "Caroline, are you sure that you didn't indulge in a little bit of what was in that bottle that Damon had with him?" Quirking an eyebrow, Bonnie tried to look fierce but the attempt was lost because her lips kept moving upward into a grin.

"Bonnie Bennett, I cannot believe that you would have the nerve to accuse me of drinking on my wedding day," Caroline exclaimed mockingly before letting out a loud giggle. It was nice to have Bonnie with her in her final moments of freedom before she became tied to someone else for all of eternity. Feeling her eyes widen at her own thoughts, Caroline quickly averted her gaze.

"Why not? Everyone knows that Damon was drunk on his wedding day," Bonnie informed Caroline who held up a hand in protest.

"That, my friend, is an urban legend. Here's how the story really went. Elena was panicking because she couldn't find her mother's pearl necklace. I went to find it -" Caroline was saying when Bonnie interrupted her.

"Yes, I remember that. And then you disappeared. I thought you were out making out with Matt or something," Bonnie said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't with Matt. We came to the wedding together because he didn't have a date that day," Caroline continued. "I found Damon and he was sitting on the floor of the room he was changing in. I could not believe it. I had never seen Damon as messed up as he was that night. He was freaking out, big time. Picture him sitting in his boxers." Stopping her speech, Caroline rolled her eyes as Bonnie's eyes glazed over and a dreamy smile appeared. "Snap out of it, Bennett. He's taken. Now, where was I… Oh, yeah. Okay. So, Damon was freaking out and he was crying. Yes, Damon freaking Salvatore, the guy with no sensitivity at all, was sobbing like a baby. This scared the hell out of me. I thought that something happened to Mom or Dad or Stef. But it was all because Damon was determined that he was the worst thing ever for Elena and he was freaking out so badly. Stefan showed up with a bottle of champagne and sat down with him. I kept pouring the drinks with my back turned and after the first two glasses Damon didn't seem notice that I was serving him water. That's why he and everyone else thought he was drunk and really needed to pee during the ceremony."

"Oh my God. That is a great story. I have to tell Jeremy," Bonnie informed Caroline with a wide grin.

"Nope," Caroline shook her head furiously. "You can't. Damon will kill me if he ever finds out that I'm the reason that he nearly peed himself walking away from the altar. I guess half the wedding night was spent in the bathroom."

Beginning to laugh even harder, Bonnie sucked in deep breath and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Are you ready to get married?"

"Sure. Why not?" Caroline replied with another one of those forced cheerful smiles. "But before I do I want you to spill the details on you and Jeremy."

"What? What me and Jeremy?" Bonnie looked confused as her eyebrows scrunched together. "Caroline, stop trying to play matchmaker. Jeremy is a good friend and he didn't have a date and I didn't have date. So, we're here together. End of story. When I meet someone that I want to date, you will be the first to know. Now, are you getting your scrawny butt down that aisle or do I have to tell the groom that you decided to hightail it the hell out here?"

"I did always want to go to Brazil," Caroline replied thoughtfully before smiling genuinely. "Who's going to walk me down the aisle now that Damon bailed on me?"

"Stefan," Bonnie answered as if it was obvious. "You know that Saint Stefan would do anything for you."

"Why does everyone always call him that?" Caroline blew out a frustrated breath as she spoke.

"Because Stefan is the good twin and you're the reformed bad twin," Bonnie replied with a shrug and a wide grin.

"I should kick your ass. Maid of honor or not," Caroline retorted.

"Are you ever going to get your booty down the aisle?" Elena Salvatore called as she appeared in a dark green, sleeveless dress that stopped at right above the knee. Her wide grin told the tale of a young woman who was perfectly content with the life that fate had bestowed on her. For a moment Caroline felt a spark of the old jealousy that used to consume her when they were in high school but she had made her peace with that demon long ago.

"Yes," Caroline replied. "But Damon ditched me. Can you think of a replacement?"

"Saint Stefan," Elena deadpanned with a giggle.

"Seriously!" Caroline shouted startling a group of catering people who were walking through the area with trays for the reception. Taking a deep, calming breath, Caroline forced yet another smile. "I do not want Stefan to walk me down that aisle. Okay!" Feeling her anger making her face flush, Caroline sucked in another deep breath.

"Caroline, you're kidding, right?" Elena shook her head. "If you want me to find Damon and threaten to withhold sex for a week I can do that. Although he will not be the only one being punished in that case."

"First of all, eww. Please, do not talk to me about sex with my brother. Second, no I'm not kidding. I do not want Stefan walking me down the aisle," Caroline replied quietly but firmly.

"Why?" Elena asked.

"Is it because of Kl-?" Bonnie asked before she could stop herself.

Caroline turned around on her heel to look at her friend and Bonnie knew that she had said the wrong thing. "Do not say his name today. Do you understand me," she whispered darkly.

Feeling her body tremble, Caroline remembered another day in which she had worn a light blue sun dress and a young man with dark, curly hair had taken her hand and made solemn vows to love, cherish and obey her till death do them part. He had carried her out of the church in his arms in spite of her protests that that was not tradition. His older brother had seemed to be amused at their antics as he opened an umbrella because, wouldn't you know London decided to be nice and stereotypical and rain poured down on them. The three had boarded a bus and Caroline had insisted on climbing to the top so that they could have privacy during the first minutes of their life together. "I love you," she had whispered, staring up at him with a wide grin as rain poured down on them and he pressed his lips to hers.

Blocking the thoughts from her mind, Caroline walked to the doors of the Lockwood mansion and she pulled them open. Outside there was light classical music playing that she had requested that calmed her nerves. Taking ahold of her veil, she pulled it down and waited for her bridesmaids to step in front of her. Giving a quick decisive nod, she marched toward the makeshift aisle. On either side were her and Tyler's friends and family. Well, what was left of their friends and families.

Tyler's parents were both gone. That was a good thing since Carol Lockwood had always treated Caroline with barely contained suspicion. As for Tyler's father, Caroline thought that the former mayor was a dick. Smiling behind her veil as she passed by the assorted guests, Caroline sighed in relief when she spotted Mason Lockwood. She had been afraid that Tyler's only family would not be able to attend due to living out of state and some crock of shit he had been spewing about obligations to his friends, Jules and Brady.

Moving her head to the left, Caroline smiled when she saw Jeremy standing beside one of Caroline's friends from college. She thought the girl's name was Anna. It was funny, college felt like forever ago but it was only four years since she had graduated. She had tried to keep in touch with her friends from Whitmore but, honestly, the good memories had been clouded over by later events.

Katherine and Tatia Gilbert, Elena's identical sisters were gossiping about someone in the aisle in front of them and Caroline's eyes traveled to the front aisle as she thought that she was so happy that she was a twin, not a triplet. Stefan was standing beside his girlfriend, Rebekah Mikaelson. Growling quietly, Caroline planned on telling "Saint Stefan" what she thought of his bringing the blonde to her wedding. Of all the people Stefan could have picked it had to be Rebekah. Rebekah seemed to feel Caroline's glare because she blushed and then moved to speak to someone on her other side.

As Caroline got closer her heart sunk as she recognized Elijah Mikaelson standing by his sister's side. Kol was on the other. He waved and Caroline felt her cheeks flush bright red beneath her veil. How could Stefan do this to her? Forcing her head to spin toward Tyler, Caroline felt her head moving against her will as she looked for the head of dark, curly hair again. Not seeing him, she did not know whether she felt relieved or disappointed.

Stopping at the end of the aisle, Caroline placed her hand in Tyler's and turned to face him. As she moved to face him out of her peripheral vision she saw two men appear at the end of the aisle. Inclining her head to peek at the two men, Caroline cursed under her breath when she saw Damon sitting down next the object of her irritation.

"Care, is something wrong?" Tyler asked, his eyes filling with concern.

"No. Everything's great. Can we hurry this up?" Caroline asked, turning her attention to the preacher who blinked back at her.

"Yes, of course. Dearly beloved," the preacher intoned and Caroline decided to tune him out. Beginning to tap her foot, Caroline's head would incline every once in a while to take in the two men at the back of the audience. Tyler was holding her hands and she was beginning to squeeze his maybe a little too tightly given the smile that had become frozen on his face as his eyes questioned hers. It was a good thing the veil was down; otherwise he would see the sorrow etched into her face.

"If anyone can think of a reason that this man and this woman should not be wed today, please, speak now or forever hold you peace," the preacher intoned and Caroline wanted to kick him.

When there was no sound Caroline spoke up. "It looks like no objections. Can we do the vows now?"

"Ye-" the preacher began when someone coughed loudly and Caroline turned to look at Stefan who had made the noise but he was looking at something else.

Turning her gaze slowly toward the back of the rows and rows of chairs, Caroline was sure she would kill him. Damon was on his feet. "I wanted to say something."

"Damon," Caroline growled but Elena was making her way toward her husband with a death glare that Caroline was sure meant that Damon would be punished for this.

"My friend, Klaus has something that he would like to tell the bride before this whole thing gets too out of hand, so to speak," Damon told everyone and Caroline looked at Klaus who had stood up and was now standing at the end of the aisle.

"Caroline, if I could have a word with you, love," Klaus called out and Caroline felt her heart squeeze painfully in her chest at the sight of him.

"I think that you're a little too late, Klaus," Caroline snapped, pulling her veil up. "You see I'm in the middle of something. It's called a wedding. If you can wait for about ten more minutes or until never then I will be happy to speak with you."

"Caroline, you really do want to listen to what I have to say," Klaus replied calmly and Caroline controlled the desire to walk down the aisle and slap him, hard.

Scoffing, Caroline turned back to Tyler. "If you will give me just one, teeny moment. I will be right back," she whispered.

Tyler nodded but he did not look happy. "Don't take too long."

"I won't. I promise," Caroline replied before hurrying down the aisle. Walking across the lawn until they were out of earshot, Caroline glowered at Klaus. "So, what's so important that you had to interrupt the most important day of my life?"

Klaus chuckled. "You know, Caroline, traditionally speaking, this is not the most important day of your life since this is not your first wedding."

"Well, you would be wrong, Klaus, because this is my first, real wedding. The other one was a joke and a big, fat mistake. Now, if you will excuse me I have to get married to someone worthy of me." Whirling around, Caroline was about to walk away from Klaus when he grabbed her by the wrist.

"Caroline, do not walk away from me," Klaus snarled, his face contorting and his lip curling back to expose his teeth. Softening at her frightened expression, Klaus sighed heavily. "Will you just listen to me for once in your young life?" Nodding, Caroline waited for Klaus to tell her whatever it was that was so important to him. "We are still married, sweetheart."

"What?" Caroline gasped, feeling the world beginning to spin. "That's impossible."

"You forgot to sign the divorce papers. Therefore, yes, it is highly possible," Klaus replied quietly.

Caroline looked toward Tyler at the end of the aisle. He looked concerned and she had no idea what to say other than. "Seriously!"

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