Author's Note: This is my first fanfic ever. Any advice or comments would be much appreciated! I have a whole concept and hope to be updating this soon.

Carry Me Through

Every muscle in her body was on edge. She knew how dangerous this was. But it didn't matter. He needed her.

Caroline watched as Tyler took the wolfsbane, watching him willingly inflicting such pain upon himself made her want to cry. She wanted to lunge forward and take it away from him. It hurt her to see his pain. She couldn't believe his strength, his determination to inflict pain on himself to not hurt others.

"Tyler…"

"Tyler!"

She kept repeating his name, calling to him, trying to comfort him. She wanted to keep Tyler there with her - to protect him from the curse that was trying to take him away from her. Running her fingers though his hair she whispered his name in his ear, attempting to call him back from the pain he was feeling. "Tyler, Tyler. Breath, just breathe." she breathed into his ear as she felt his muscles tense.

"You should go." Tyler managed to say through his heavy breathing.

"No!" Caroline said as much to him as to herself. She still needed to be here for him, and he still needed her. Holding him closely she watched as his pain subsided only to return stronger. Stepping back each time Tyler jerked out her grasp, fearful of when the wolf would appear. Horrified she watched as his bones broke and shifted and his screams subsided into a whimper. Each wave of pain she held him and talked to him as he pleaded for the pain to lessen.

Caroline felt Tyler's muscles contract and tense. Tyler began to scream, and suddenly she realized with terror it was no longer Tyler that was in control. His eyes were the eyes she had seen when he had first triggered the curse. His screams were being replaced with a feral growl, his teeth extending and his face shifting from the Tyler she recognized.

Run. She had to run. Closing the door behind her, she heard as his screams subsided.

"Tyler…?" She questioned. She opened the door to check on him, only to see the wolf. Crying she pushed the door shut, holding it from the onslaught of attacks. Grabbing a piece of wood she reinforced the door, running as far as she could.

Sitting in the moonlit forest her senses were heightened, she noticed every little nuance amongst the sounds of the night, counting down the seconds. She could still hear it. The wolf was yelling to her, sending chills up her spine. Caroline's body trembled as tears shook her body. 'I'm so sorry so sorry I'm sorry' was repeating in her head wishing she could do more.

She had been there for what must have been hours when she noticed the eerie silence that had overcome the night. Tyler! She slowly made her way back. She was scared whether he would be himself again, quietly making her way down the steps. "Tyler," she said hesitantly hoping for his response. Her heart beat strongly in her chest listening amongst the silence for his voice.

"Caroline," he responded his voice breathy and tired

"Tyler!" she responded yelling back to him. Relief welled over her, he was there. He was himself again.

"Oh my God." She breathed looking at him naked and beaten on the floor. Running over to him she kneeled next to him. "You're okay. You made it. You didn't get out. You're okay." She said reaching to cradle his head in her arms.

Tyler responded in a voice filled with tears and defeat, "No, I'm not." He reached for her hand to hold her closer to him.

Tyler didn't want to let her go. She had seen him at his weakest, and most vulnerable. In the dark she had been his whole world. It was her that led him through the pain. He needed her.

He did eventually loosen his grip on her, as he sat up and began to remove his chains.

He wished he could say something, but a silence enveloped them. Neither knowing what to say after what they had both experienced. He didn't know what to say to her. She had been there when he needed her most. He wanted her to know how much that meant to him. But no words would ever be sufficient.

Tyler put the bag over his shoulder and they made their way out of the cellar. As he saw the sun coming up, he looked over at Caroline, and she looked back. "Thanks," he said looking in her eyes, trying to understand what he had done to deserve her.