Since I got an account here for reviews I thought I might as well put my drabbles here. I'm not usually a writer. Besides the odd song lyric that will pop into my head, and I never write fanfiction. But this first drabble came from a lighting strike of inspiration so I literally woke up with this scene in my head the morning after 4x13 and grabbed my ipad and wrote it all down in bed.

So obviously this is set after 4x13, when Caroline wakes after being healed by Klaus.

Caroline woke, at first feeling a strange sense of calm. Of feeling safe, then suddenly disoriented realizing she was on Elena's couch. Everything then hit her at once as flashes of what took place went through her mind. She turned half her body around looking for who she knew would be there. The trapped animal, the enemy of so many, including the ones she loved most. There he was. Morning light streaming in the window he stood in front of. The cheerful kind of morning light that is so yellow, peaceful. Full of light - a phrase that was often in her mind without realizing it - you couldn't help but be filled up by it. He was there gazing out the window. His usual pose of contemplation she had seen a few times before. He was deep, deep in thought. But she also noticed just how tired he looked. No, not tired. Exhausted wouldn't even cover it. He looked a kind of worn that sleep wouldn't even touch. Without realizing it she just stared at him, taking him in.

In calm moments she was quite drawn to this extremely complex hybrid. This supernatural being that somehow looked on occasion, just simply like a man. It was those moments she wished he was. His almost royal frame looked so strong, a contrast to his face. She made out a rawness of emotion in his admittedly beautiful profile she could never describe. She sat up wondering if that would alert him to her presence, even though she did it with a bit of regret. She could have watched him for hours truthfully. It did, he looked down brought out of his thoughts, then turned to her. She had no idea what to say. Neither did he apparently so for a few moments they just looked at each other. Until Caroline couldn't take it anymore…

"Um. Good morning" Her own voice sounding much weaker then she expected.

"Good morning, Caroline". He said softly.

Again a moment of silence.

"You look exhausted, did you sleep at all?" Her tone caring, she found she wasn't even angry at all about what happened last night.

"No. No, I haven't sleep since my brother died." His tone embarrassed and his eyes trying to hide the vulnerability they obviously displayed.

"But that was three days ago" she said, with concern.

"Yes, well. I'm not prone to sleeping much anyway." He said stoically, but she could tell it wasn't to shut her out. More as if it was just an expected earned consequence of his actions.

He walked over to the couch, and sat on the table so he was right across from her. Then he just looked at her, she could see him trying to form words for her in his muddled mind. Still his face had a hint of that profoundly terrified look he had last night, she barely registered seeing. She was so out of it, but remembered everything about last night. She was glad because she was sure it was important. An almost spiritual moment between them, she would hate to forget.

She wanted to help him and express what she was feeling, thinking it would lighten the air.

"Thank you" she said. He looked confused.

"You could have let me die, and you didn't. You changed your mind and I want to thank you."

She was usually the "bigger man" in these situations anyway, saying sorry or thank you, when the other person should have probably said it first. She couldn't help it, she valued her relationships above everything else. That only made him look slightly ashamed.

"I'm sorry." He said, looking at her earnestly.

His words taking her back a bit, and feeling grateful knowing they weren't easy for him to say.

"Listen…" She said pausing, "we both did and said things out of anger yesterday. But I'm really not angry at you anymore." She said frankly.

Taking her words in, but she could tell he had none of his own yet.

"It's a new day. Let's just go from here. I'm sick and tired of dredging up the past. I'm sick of all this fighting and hate and distrust."

She was half talking to him, half venting, feeling her spirit return to her. But felt she could in front of him. Still through everything, she felt comfortable around him. How strange that was.

He just sat there listening, looking at her with eyes still full of tears that had formed last night. They seemed they would never fall out, but never go away.

He was obviously still processing the events of last night. She had a greater impact on him then she had ever realized before. Taking her off guard, he suddenly grabbed her hand. The movements quick, urgent like, but with the gentleness that she had come to expect from him when it came to her. He just looked down at her hand, and lightly stroked it. She couldn't help but think about how much he's seen and felt in all his life. Her measly 17 years on this earth were nothing compared. How once she felt no one would ever put her first, that her life was useless. Now the most powerful being on earth, couldn't bare the thought of her not existing. His hand holding onto hers as though it was the most precious thing he'd ever held.

"Will you do something for me, Caroline? Will you forget the pain I caused you last night? I never wanted to be the cause of any pain towards you. I… I hate myself for many reasons but I put it past even myself that I would ever be able bring pain upon you."

Pausing, this obviously taking a toll.

"And yet you aren't angry at me. In all my years I've truly never met anyone like you. You are an enigma to me. I was angry, but a part of me thought if I hurt you, you would write me off, hating me completely, and therefore I could push away the guilt. The guilt of using you as a pawn, making myself think you didn't mean anything. But as always, you saw past me. Seeing inside me as no one has ever done. In my whole existence."

These last sentences poured out of him as if by some unstoppable force. She just watched, mesmerized by him, wanting to take that pain away, as if such a burden could ever be managed. They just sat there, her hand in his, with so many unspoken words filling the space between them.

I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading. 3