In waiting for the next episode (it's sooo long away!) I decided to write my own version of what I hope will happen, this is mainly Klaroline centric, but hey a girl can dream!
I don't own anything! (I'm just a poor girl from a poor family)

Ticked off could not even begin to describe how she was feeling. As soon as school had got let out, she didn't even say her usual polite good-byes to anyone, she ran as fast as she could to her room. School had been simply unbearable today, and not just because she hadn't been there in almost two weeks (hey, there's a huge supernatural battle for the elusive cure) and had only a fake doctors note to rely on (stupid vervained water). No, as if she didn't have enough to deal with, she was painfully reminded at every turn that this weekend was prom; and from the rather tacky posters plastered all over the school, she had came to the conclusion that someone had filled in for her while she was away.
As the head of the committee it was supposed to be her job to pick the theme, the band, the decorations, and just about any major thing that would make this dance unforgettable. Of course, thanks to all the supernatural drama no one even bothered to ask for her approval on any of it, they probably all hoped she died or something. Well bad news bitches, I'm still here. And stuck with a horrible prom to fix, she thought to herself. Judging by the rather cliché, and not to mention last years prom theme, Monte Carlo, she had a good idea on who took over her reign, oh and she was going to have more than a few choice words with her after all of this.

It was also the job of the committee head to hold a fundraiser if they thought they needed to have more money than the school allotted for prom. By piggybacking on last years theme, and very likely using the same decorations, Caroline had no doubt that Amy decided to forgo the fundraiser. Wonderful, not only was she working from virtually nothing at all, she had no money to accomplish anything. She was now left with the decision to change the theme, or change the band. Tacky gambling or Black Absidia, a crappy local band Caroline was pretty sure Amy was trying to get with the drummer of. Tackiness and fungi she cringed inwardly at the realization.

With only a few days for damage control she realized that she only had one option short of a miracle, and her one option may just be worse than current plans for prom: Klaus. Since everyone in town was now on vervain she couldn't simply just compel the principal into getting her more funds as well as compelling the whole committee to simply forget the crummy theme they all originally came up with in favor of her idea. No, she needed someone with money and more influence than herself. As much as she would deny saying it, Klaus's good looks and accent was going to get her exactly what she needed.

Unfortunately, she would have to ask him for his help, which would involve talking to him and bargaining with him. Neither of which were on the top of her things she wants to do list. Whatever, this was prom dammit, and she'd be damned if she was going to let anything stop her from creating a great last dance to be remembered by.
Throwing herself on her bed, she stared at her phone, willing herself to pick it up and make that dreaded phone call to him. She supposed she could remind him that she helped pull that imaginary white oak dagger out of his back, and got Silas out of his head. If situations were reversed, she knew without a doubt that he'd bring something like that up, anything to remind her that she was in his debt. But that would require stooping to his level, as well as reconfirming his belief that the two of them are the same, and she refused to believe that.
Finally, after about five or so more minutes of a rather conflicting inner monologue, she picked up her phone and dialed his number. After the first few rings, she caught herself vainly hoping it'd go to voicemail and she'd be able to give her spill without him contradicting her or trying to craftily persuade her to change her mind. Which in actuality did not take much effort on his part, that dang accent.
She realized it was a fairly vain hope; especially considering she knew that as soon as he saw it was her number he'd pick up. Well, here goes nothing.

"Caroline, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?" Why did he have to sound so damned pleased about talking to her?
"I need a favor," no sense in beating around the bush she supposed.
"I was under the impression that favors were done out of friendship and a mutual liking for the other, neither of which I am sure applies to us," he said rather haughtily, as if he was preoccupied with something else.

Of course, she knew this wasn't going to be easy. She had prepared for this actually, what she hadn't prepared for was how soon she got aggravated with him. It had been a long day, and she so did not need this.

"What do you want?" She knew what he wanted: a date, or rather to be her escort. She actually had been planning on this, as she had zero time to find anyone good in this short of time, especially with all the last minute planning she's going to have to do. Not that she thought Klaus was good, just the best of the short list of guys available as a last minute date. The way she saw it, she'd be able to pay him back and have a date for the dance so she didn't end up as one of those 'taking myself to the prom' people.

"Well sweetheart, I was actually planning on asking you in a more romantic way, but since you're in such a dire situation, I'll ask now: Would you be so kind as to allow me to escort you to your prom love?" The way he asked about took her breath from her. That had to have been the most intimate way she's been asked to a dance, and he didn't even ask her in person. Damn him.

"Of course you already knew that," he continued on," I'd also like for you to admit that you feel something for me other than hate."

"Unbelievable, no way!" The nerve of him!

"Now, now love, we both know I'm your only option for this dance, seeing as young Lockwood is M.I.A. and all, and even if he weren't his heart would be on my mantle, which last time I checked was clear of anything. The way I see it we were going together, favor or not."

.Bastard.

"Fine! You know what? Sometimes I have feelings for you! Sometimes I find you so unbelievable attractive and don't understand what you see in me! But you know what else? Usually you go on and ruin any weak moment I'm having with that pompous attitude of yours!" She was now fuming.

"Not quite the admittance I wanted, but we'll work on it love. Now what is it that I can help you with?"

Right, the favor, she had almost forgot, "Well in short, I need your money and your charm," nailed it.

"Get in line love," she could hear the contentment in his voice," I'll be over shortly then." And with that, he hung up the phone.
Breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, Caroline kept reminding herself that this was her last shot at an unforgettable dance, and as the last few dances hadn't exactly been anything she wanted to remember, this had to be right. She was Caroline Forbes damn it! She could so handle -
"Hello love,"

Holy hell.

Thoughts? Comments? Opinions? I hope to get the next Chapter up tomorrow!