His Light
About the story: A take on…What if Klaus had always been there throughout Caroline's life before all the craziness happened? Then he suddenly vanishes without a trace, not one soul with a single memory of him….
Disclaimer: Huge fan, but I don't own any of the original plot line or its characters. I'm just borrowing it for my own amusement.
Prologue
As Liz drove into the night with her daughter in the back seat after getting pizza, she was not expecting any surprises.
That was until she nearly ran over a body down the road.
Liz had always been a cautious woman, even before she joined the police. So, even without uniform, she still had a licensed gun with her at all times.
"Mommy..." Caroline whispered as Liz slowly grabbed her gun from the glove compartment.
"Shh honey. It's okay," Liz whispered back to her frightened child.
She slowly opened her door, with her headlights still blazing at the body on the ground.
"Hey! Are you okay?" She asked, raising her voice half in concern and half in suspicion. It's been known that there are criminals out there that would lay in the middle of the road, in the middle of the night and even day time, for innocent bystanders to come around and check to see if they were okay. Once their guard was down, then that's when the criminals strike. Liz was no fool, however.
She had her gun poised to her side as she slowly came around the body, making sure that she could see it.
"Mommy, is...is the person okay?" Caroline asked, peeking from the window.
"Caroline, back in the seat," she whispered harshly to her daughter. The golden-haired girl looked on worriedly before slowly retreating back.
As Liz got a little bit closer, she used her unarmed hand to slowly roll the body over. Her eyes widen at his state. This was no criminal! It was an injured man! His head was bloodied and it looked like his arm was broken. She looked up towards the woods and up the hill. It looked like he fell from the cliff.
She quickly inspected him and tried to feel for a pulse. There was a pulse, but barely. Liz pulled out her cell phone and dialed for the ambulance. Her heart was racing for this poor man that was lying half dead on the street.
"So do you think he'll like it?" Caroline asked as she held the box in her hands.
Liz smiled down at her daughter. "Of course sweetie," Liz replied.
Caroline beamed as they stepped through the hospital doors. As Liz checked in, they immediately headed towards his room. It was a standard ward's room with white walls, a small television just across the beds that hung on the cieling, pastel-colored curtains, a bathroom near the entrance, large window that overlooked the hospital quarters, and a small table next to his bed. There was a small, glass vase with a white lily that toppled over the side next to his head.
This time, she brought over a simple yellow flower that matched her sundress in an adorable fashion. She immediately went over to the vase and placed the flower next to the white lily.
Caroline tilted her and stared at the man with confusion.
"How could he sleep so long mommy?" She asked innocently.
It has been awhile since they brought him to the hospital. It was two long months of him recovering, but no sign of waking up. He's been in that vegetable state for so long that it amazed Liz that the doctor's haven't pulled the plug yet. They said they have hope. He was recovering nicely besides his unconscious state.
Liz smiled as she started to fluff up his pillows.
"Well sweetie, he just needs some time to get better."
"But he's not hurt anymore," she said in wonder.
Liz smiled at her daughter and walked over to the little girl and crouched to her level. She met her daughter's blue eyes and placed a hand on her small shoulders. "Well sweetie, when someone experienced a traumatic accident, they need to recover...both mentally and physically," she said calmly.
Caroline bit her bottom lip in confusion, her eyebrow scrunching up. She probably had a hard time comprehending. The child, after all, was only seven years old. Liz let out a small breathe and tried another approach.
"Well, maybe he would wake up if he had someone to talk to," Liz said.
Caroline's eyes immediately brightened. "You mean he doesn't want to wake up cuz' he has no one to talk to?" She asked.
Liz giggled at her daughter's innocence, but played along anyways.
"That's exactly right sweetie. Maybe he just needs a friend to talk to," she said.
"Oh! I can be his friend!" She exclaimed excitedly.
Liz smiled and tilted her head. "Of course sweetie."
As the girl excitedly jumped to the man's side, Liz stood up and went towards the doctor's charts.
It read on the title: "Nick Doe".
It makes sense, Liz concluded. The only information that she got from him was his first name. He had no wallet, pocket had been completely empty, void of even cash, but there was one single paper that was crumpled up in his jean pocket. Nik had been written on it.
He was now known as the resident's Nick Doe.
Author's babbing: I got so fed up of waiting week after week to see the snippets of Klaroline that I finally decide to just say hell with it, I'm just going to write a fanfiction about the two. So here's my first TVD fanfiction. Enjoy!