A/N: I'm a bit late to this bandwagon, but damn I can't help but be drawn to Klaus and Cami's relationship, no matter how short-lived. I've only ever shipped and written about House/Cuddy from House M.D., but here we are. Anyway… new to the fandom (and this ship that has unfortunately sailed) and have heard about opposing ships. No hate, please. This was just to get my creative juices flowing again after almost 2 years.

This story is mainly going to be a collection of Klaus/Camille drabbles and long-ass oneshots. I would love to write a whole fic, but my current responsibilities and priorities won't allow me to squeeze it in. And I've still got one final House/Cuddy fanfic to complete.

But yeah, this is going to be about things I wish the show had done. I do harbor some hope that they will resurrect Camille, but I won't be holding my breath. Hence the fanfiction. Lol. Please note that this will always be marked complete, but I will update from time to time, if my schedule and muse permits. :)

Without further ado, please enjoy and leave some love if you did. ;)

LIGHT OVERCOMING THE DARKNESS

He could physically feel the light from within him dying. Darkness and sorrow engulfed the entirety of his being. A life without her could not be possible and he could not foresee eternity without their conversations tethering him to his humanity.

Holding her cold, ashen hands with his own he gazed at her lifeless form, silent and unmoving on his bed.

"I failed you," he whispered, squeezing her hand. "For that I am deeply sorry."

He did not know for how long he remained in that room to stay with her. He did not care. He did not want her to be alone. Even in death. He owed it to her to stay with her until the time has come for her to be laid to rest with her family. The family who deserved a better hand than what Fate dealt them. The family who had done nothing but try and make the cruel world they lived in a better and more peaceful place for all.

His chest constricted with the rage welling within it. He hung his head low and closed his eyes. He will make Lucien pay for what he'd done. He exhaled quietly. Death would be merciful and he will not show mercy. He was going to…

His skin prickled with cold sweat and shock overcame him the moment he felt her hand squeeze his in return. His head swiftly turned towards her and her slowly lightening complexion.

"Camille?" he called her name. He stood up and sat next to her, caressing her face with a tear escaping his eye. He couldn't be dreaming, could he? He wasn't hallucinating. He couldn't be.

If she was awaking it only meant that Hope's blood- or Lucien's- actually worked and only needed some time to take effect.

"Cami?" He pulled her upper half onto his lap and settled her against his form. "Talk to me, love," he whispered, his lips caressing her warming skin. "Talk to me." He hoped for her to speak like he has never allowed himself to hope before. He watched for any sign of further movement from her with unblinking eyes.

And as though Fate had heard his heart's desperate plea, her eyes slowly opened to the world. A weight lifted from his chest and he was blown away by the sight of them.

"My Brave Bartender," he breathed, his lips brushing against the palm of her hand.

A small smile curled at the edges of her chapped lips as she replied hoarsely, "My Hundred Dollar Guy."

Surprise overcame them both when Klaus let out a genuine laugh of relief towards her response, a tear escaping his eye. He held her tight, repeatedly peppering the crown of her head with the lightest of kisses.

"Klaus?" Cami called his name when she felt wetness on the side of her face. She frowned and tried her best to sit up. She held his face with her hands and wiped the tears from his face and from his eyes.

"You died," he choked, breaking her heart to see his heart unraveling before her. "You died and I lost you, and-"

"I'm here now," she told him, reminded him. "Thanks to you. To all of you. Whatever you did brought me back."

She pressed her forehead to his and listened to the sound of his breathing. She knew she had an effect on him, but she did not know how deep it ran. Now she knew. She could feel it in the way his hands gripped her forearms. In the way his eyes lit up when hers opened after a short slumber. In the way his tears leaked from his eyes unabashed.

"I'm here now," she repeated, pressing her lips to his.

He responded by wrapping his arms around her. One hand on her upper back and another to settle on the back of her head. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent, listened to the healthy pulse from her neck. She was back. She was alive. They didn't fail her.

"I never wish to be parted from you again," he whispered, holding her tightly against him.

She smiled at his words, her eyes closing of their own volition to savor them. She felt the same way.

He pulled away from their embrace and caressed her beautiful face. Looking deeply into her eyes, he promised, "No harm shall ever befall you again, love. I will always be here for you. Always and forever."

She lifted a hand to cradle one side of his face. "I love you, Klaus," she professed, finding pleasure in being able to easily say it now, more than ever. "Always and forever," she added with joy enveloping her heart and a twinkle in her eyes.

He grinned that crooked grin of his before fusing their lips together. Softly, slowly, he relished the feel of her lips on his. The tenderness with which her tongue slid over the seam of his mouth in invitation. He was only too happy to oblige. They kissed for what seemed like forever before they parted, foreheads meeting once more.

"There's something you forgot to tell me," she teased, smiling brightly, serenely. She pulled back and looked into the eyes of the devilishly handsome man she loved and waited.

"I love you, Cami," he told her, his voice certain and strong, warming her heart.

He pulled her into his embrace once more and just basked in the overwhelming sensation of having her in his arms again.

He knew there was still a war to be won. But he was more than ready to collect the head and heart of the monster that almost successfully stole his light from him. Even though Lucien had failed to successfully snuff out Camille's life, his decision has not been changed. In fact, because Camille lives, he was resolute now more than ever in the decision to take Lucien's wretched existence from this world. Never mind that death would be a mercy. He would make certain Lucien can never harm her or anyone he held dear ever again.