Part I

Damon Salvatore couldn't believe this, but he honestly wished that he were dead at the given moment. Not only did he have to deal with devil-may-care no humanity Elena Gilbert, but now he had another problem in front of him. That said problem was less than four feet tall with curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and clothes way too big for her small frame.

"KATHERINE!"

The girl that was supposed to be the coldhearted, backstabbing bitch they all knew she was, cocked her head to the side, amused at Damon's yelling. The brat couldn't be more than five years old.

"Dawon, mad." She clapped her hands gleefully.

"Stefan," Damon groaned as he turned to his younger brother who was resting his head against the wall of the living room, obviously trying not to go crazy with a no humanity ex-girlfriend and now an ambitions mini me running around. Oh, the joy.

"Yeah, I see it." He groaned as he walked next to him.

"Good, so I'm not going crazy," Damon's blue eyes never left Katherine, as she stood up and grabbed two glasses in her small, chubby hands and started bumping them together as if they were toy cars. Damon took the glasses away. "Those are mine. Don't touch."

Katherine stuck out her tongue.

"Mind explaining, brother."

Stefan crossed his arms over his chest and tried to figure out how exactly he should tell him. "Remember how Elijah dumped Katherine back in that little town? Well, he dumped her because of something Elena said and you can't give Katherine a better reason not to kill her than that. Katherine apparently sneaked into the school and tried to attack her. Bonnie did a new spell do protect Elena, the spell apparently backfire and hit Katherine and now-"

"-We have a rugrat." Damon hissed. "Where is the damn witch anyway? She needs to turn Katherine back now."

Stefan sighed. "She says she needs a few days, meanwhile we need to find someone to take care of Katherine. She's not safe here with Elena and we're busy trying to prevent her from killing more people. Any suggestions?"

"Bus boy?"

"Nope, he's working."

"Caroline?"

"She's not good with kids, plus she has her hands busy with prom."

"Oh, god forbid something as simple minded as prom gets ruined." Damon said sarcastically as he crouched down next to Katherine who had now started ripping out pages from one of Elena's old diaries. Apparently, even in miniature the hate was strong. "All right, Kit Kat how old are you?"

Katherine held up a little palm. "Five."

"Great." Damon chirped as he stood up. "Are you sure we can't just drop her off in a daycare center? I mean who else do we know that can possibly take care of a temporarily, five year old human Katherine?"

Stefan paused for a bit before he mumbled. "Caroline, told me that Klaus owes her a favor . . . perhaps she can already cash it."

A slow smirk appeared on Damon's lips. "Oh, brother I love how your mind works."

"Come on, Elijah give it," Rebekah Mikaelson said frustrated as both her and Klaus stared at Elijah like angry hawks. "You know how much this cure means to me!"

"Oh, please sister," Klaus snapped. "This is some idiotic, human fantasy you have. By the end of the week you will be begging me to turn you and meanwhile Silas will make my life a living hell."

"Enough," Elijah interrupted their bickering. "I have the cure in my possession and until both of you show some maturity, neither of you are getting it."

Rebekah and Klaus began shouting, but were interrupted by the doorbell. "I'll get it," Rebekah said irritably. When she answered the door, Damon threw something at her that Rebekah barely had time to catch it. "Damon, what the hell?"

"Delivery for Barbie Klaus." Damon grinned. "I got you a present. Well, it's mostly for Klaus, but something tells me he's more than willing to share."

Before Rebekah could demand what the hell he was talking about, she uncurled the figure and found a little five year old toddler in her arms, apparently thinking that the way that Damon had thrown her had been a game.

Rebekah narrowed her eyes at Damon. "Is this some kind of sick joke? Are you robbing little girls now?"

Klaus and Elijah greeted Damon at the door. Klaus ignored the child in his sister's arms, while Elijah gave him a quizzical look.

"I'm not robbing anything," Damon sneered as he pointed to Katherine who began playing with Rebekah's earrings, Rebekah however didn't seem to mind. "The brat you're carrying is none other than Katherine Pierce."

"WHAT?"

Damon gave a quick recap of what had happened between Bonnie and Katherine. Both Elijah and Rebekah looked freaked out, only Klaus seemed to be the only one not affected. He grabbed Katherine from Rebekah. "Well, torturing Katerina is no fun like this. Take her."

Damon shook his head. "You're on your own, buddy. Apparently, you three are the only reliable babysitters available. Besides you owe Caroline a favor, you wouldn't want to disappoint her."

"I didn't mean that I was I was going to take care of Katherine!

Katherine's lip wobbled as she looked around the room at the strange people. Her brown eyes filled with tears as if she were about to cry. Klaus sensing this threw her back to Rebekah like if she were on fire.

"Word of advice. She gets freaked out when people yell, so try to keep your voice down." And within seconds, Damon had disappeared.

"There," Rebekah stood back to admire her work. "I had to get your clothes from the lame, cheap store they have here, but I promise we'll go shopping tomorrow. Do you like it?"

Katherine looked at herself if the mirror and turned around making her pink dress and the ribbons in her curly hair fly in the air. Apparently, she was still vain. "I'm pretty. I look like a princess." She stared at Rebekah with childish adoration. "Can we play princesses? You can be Cinderella."

Rebekah smiled. Whatever hatred she had, had for Katherine had disappeared. It was strange, Rebekah had always imagined dressing her own daughter or little sister like a doll and playing princess with her, and now she was doing it with Katherine. "Of course we can play princesses."

"Well, it seems our sister got into the big sister mode pretty quickly." Klaus said sarcastically as he handed Elijah a drink. He refused.

"Well, would you have preferred it, if Rebekah were strangling her?"

"What's got you terribly moody?" Klaus asked. "I thought you would be delighted with your human Katerina again."

"I would." Elijah said acidly. "If the human Katerina we were talking about wasn't currently five years old. Which reminds me, why did you agreed to babysit Katerina for a few days while the Bennett witch figures out the spell? You don't particularly like children."

"Nonsense, I love children." Klaus smirked. "Besides its only one measly five year old. How much trouble can she be?"

Elijah snorted. "You keep forgetting that you're not talking about any regular five year old. You're talking about Katerina. Of course there is going to be trouble."

-End of Part I-

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