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Hello, my lovely and loyal readers. Thank you for reading. This is part of my own personal challenge in which I give us a little interconnecting one-shots to get us through the Klaroline hiatus. I hope you enjoy it and please leave comments. Reviews = writerly happiness.

It's Not that Funny

"You can stop laughing any time now. Whenever you're ready. Come on, Damon," Caroline yelled at Damon's body which was curled up and rolling around on the floor. Staring miserably down at her sire, Caroline felt the urge to kick him, hard. Why did she ever listen to Stefan?

Yes, her best friend had to be the guy who was willing to try to do anything to bring his brother back from the brink of no return. He had killed that crazed Enzo guy that Damon had been hanging out with, with a shovel. Personally, Caroline thought the world would be better off if someone would cut Damon's head off. Especially right now as Damon rolled around on the floor.

"Hey, has he calmed down yet?" Stefan called as he re-entered the Great Room with a blood bag for Caroline and then went over to pour them some drinks.

"Nope," Caroline retorted, glaring down at the vampire on the floor, who was now lying on his back, wiping away tears of mirth just as he began to laugh again.

"Damon, stop it," Caroline yelled. Stefan had thought that they should sit around and try to distract Damon from his urge to kill. Stefan was sure that he could help his brother. He had said that they should talk about something that would distract Damon.

Caroline had been trying to think of something to distract the elder Salvatore brother with when it dawned on her. She had news he hadn't heard yet. "Damon, I need to tell you something that you will think is terribly shocking."

"You decided to dye your hair brown," Damon had snapped, staring at the entrance to the room.

"No," Caroline had replied. She could see he was about to make a run for it. "No, I had sex with Klaus."

Turning around on his heel slowly, Damon's eyes widened and then narrowed. "You, Blondie, Prudy Pants, Head of the Judgy Triad of yourself, Bonnie and the unnamable ex-girlfriend, you had sex with the one, or maybe the greatest evil on the face of the earth. You, Caroline Forbes, had sex with The Niklaus Mikaelson, the bane of our lives. The one and only Papa Freakin Original Hybrid, who we tried to kill all of us, so many times, and tried to kill you a few. That Klaus?"

At the end of his commentary Damon began to grin widely as Caroline rolled her eyes and nodded. "Yes, that Klaus," Caroline snapped and then Damon began to chuckle. At some point Caroline and Stefan had joined in. It did seem kind of absurd. But then Damon began to laugh hysterically and had been rolling around on the floor for the past half hour.

Suddenly, Damon sat bolt upright seemingly sober. He looked at Caroline and then announced. "You had sex with Klaus!" Then he fell back down and began to laugh even harder.

"Want to go out and get dinner somewhere?" Stefan asked, grabbing his jacket and heading out of the room.

Caroline followed him out. "Are you sure we should leave him alone? What if he decides to go out and kill someone while we're out?"

"Oh, I think we're good for now. I haven't seen Damon laugh like that in a while. He'll probably be rolling around for another three hours. Thanks, Caroline," Stefan said with a wide grin as he wrapped his arm around Caroline's shoulders as she huffed. She wondered if anyone else found it that funny.

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