A/N – Hey, I'm back with Chapter 2!

Much as I'd like to, I don't think I can update Chapter 3 as quickly. My PLL readers want me to write another chapter of FITFOFY, and since I haven't updated it for a good few months, I think I should stick to finishing my other stories before I get too focused on this one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one!

Just so you know, I am completely for gay rights, I just put the dream in for the really funny mental image of Klaus completely freaking out in this situation, because I can't image he'd be on board with this, especially not when it comes to Tyler. I'm not trying to offend anyone.

Oh, and Happy New Year, everybody!

Disclaimer – Yes, I own The Vampire Diaries. I'm Julie Plec/L.J. Smith, and I'm suing you all for plagiarism! ...Not.

I don't wanna lose you now,
I'm looking right at the other half of me...

...it's like you're my mirror, oh
My mirror staring back at me, oh oh...

- Justin Timberlake, Mirrors

Klaus was standing by a large lake, with a forest of pine trees behind him. The sky was a beautiful shade of pale blue and the fresh air was invigorating; he breathed in deeply as he looked at the water in front of him. He was at the very edge of the lake, and the water ripples millimetres away from his feet, which for some strange reason were clothed in pink bedroom slippers.

I was then that he realised that someone was approaching behind him, and he whipped around to see his first-born hybrid standing mere feet away, gazing at him in a way that made Klaus feel uneasy.

Tyler came over and rested a hand on Klaus' waist. Klaus looked at the hand that was violating his body, and then looked up at Tyler, staring at him with a mixture of confusion and disgust.

"Hey, Babe," Tyler spoke, gazing into Klaus' eyes. "I've missed you."

Klaus tried to stop his stomach from feeling like it was about to start forcing its way up his throat, and looked at Tyler. "Look, mate, I don't know what sort of game this is, but if I remember correctly, you have a girlfriend, and I'm not one for experimenting with my sexuality-"

But Klaus' efforts to get Tyler to back off were stopped short when Tyler took his face and began to kiss him in a way that would have even Kol grimacing. Klaus tried to push Tyler off, but the younger hybrid seemed to have incredible strength for once, and easily tangled his fingers in the hair at Klaus' crown and pulled him back to him.

This is a dream, Klaus thought. I'm having a nightmare, and all I need to do is wake up. So he concentrated on waking up, and tried to compel himself to forget that Tyler's hands were beginning to wander over his torso...

...And woke up suddenly, sitting up in bed, gasping for air.

It's okay, he reassured himself. It wasn't real. Tyler didn't just try to accost him, and his pride and dignity remained intact.

What the hell happened? He was Klaus Mikaelson; he didn't have disturbing dreams about insignificant people like Tyler Lockwood. In fact, he hadn't even had a normal dream for at least twenty years. Klaus Mikaelson didn't fream. He didn't dream about things that could be and things he wanted; if he wanted something, he'd get it. He wasn't one for sitting around wondering. That was what Rebekah did, or Finn.

He cast aside all thoughts of the dream. Everything was fine. He'd wake up and then he'd go and see if he could get any more blood donations out of the doppelganger. Just because his day had gone off to a weird start, didn't mean that it had to stay that way. Although...

As he looked around the room, he began to notice things. Like how there was a dressing table against the wall that he didn't remember putting there. The door was at the wrong side of the room, and the duvet that lay across his lower half was white, unlike the shade of gold that he ordered one of his compelled servants to put on his bed the other day.

Stupid humans. You just couldn't trust them, not even when they were compelled.

And speaking of humans...

"Care, you'd better get up!" came a voice from the other side of the closed door. The woman there knocked on the door loudly in a short, sharp rhythm. "Can I come in?"

Klaus was astounded. "Wha...no!" He cried, pulling the duvet up to his chin. How dare anyone, least of all a human woman, try and enter his room without his permission?

"Okay," the voice sighed. "But be ready soon. I have to go to the station now, but I'll leave breakfast out on the tale." He heard her walk away down the stairs, and sighed in relief as he moved to get up.

Okay, this is strange.

He'd caught sight of his feet as they came in contact with the floorboards underneath. Or were they? For some strange and unknown reason, his feet looked small and dainty, with the noeails painted a soft pink colour. He reached down to touch them and they were soft, as if he'd just had a pedicure. Which he hadn't.

This was beyond bizarre. Klaus took another look around the room and realised with a jolt of recognition that he was in fact in Caroline's bedroom. He remembered the layout of her furniture from when he'd healed her werewolf bite on her birthday.

Why was he in Caroline's bedroom?

He hadn't had sex with her...he doubted he would forget something like that, and since Caroline herself was nowhere to be seen, he assumed she hadn't invited him in, which ruled out 'impromptu sleepover' as an option as well. He hadn't come in of his own accord, as she usually kept her window closed at night, and as easy as it would be to get in and watch her angelic face as she slept, he respected her privacy. No, that wasn't the reason he was currently climbing out of Caroline's bed, which smelt faintly of her perfume, and he smiled as he breathed it in.

Klaus got out of bed, and, deciding against the idea of breakfast, stood up and made his way to the door. He had no idea what made him look when he did, but he spotted Caroline's dressing table mirrow, and paused to quickly run his hand through his hair and adjust one of his necklaces from the wonky and tangled position it had no doubt adpted during the night, when he gasped, taking a deep breath of air, and gave a very uncharacteristic, short but very sharp and piercing scream.

He reached out a hand, entwining it in his now-shoulder-length and wavy blonde hair, sending flashbacks from his human days running through his head; a time in his life he hadn't thought about for at least a century. His face was rounder, and a pair of blue eyes that were a shade or two lighter than his own stared back at him, wide with shock.

This couldn't be happening. It shouldn't even be possible.

And yet here he was, staring back at Caroline's reflection in the mirror.

Just then, a buzzing from Caroline's desk stole his attention, and he looked over to see Caroline's iphone plugged into its charger, a green light alerting him that he had a message.

Klaus groaned. It was bad enough that he was apparently in Caroline's body; he didn't want to have to deal with other people. But Caroline was one of those people who always answered their texts, so Klaus grudgingly picked up Caroline's phone and unlocked it, sliding the bar across the screen and inwardly sighing with relief when he saw that she didn't have a passcode. It would have been too much bother in the morning to phone up a witch and explain this situation.

A witch..hmm...

Resolving to talk to Bonnie about this situation as soon as he could (she had to help him. She was practically his sister-in-law, and therefore she was obligated to help Kol, and by extention Kol's siblings with their problems), he glanced at the screen to see the object of his current thoughts had sent Caroline a message:

Are you up yet? E, J and I, 5 mins, your house. Don't keep us waiting!-B xx

Klaus gave another groan, and stuggled to think. It was Thursday, which meant that Caroline had school... oh no.

Klaus sank down to the wooden floor and raked his hands into Caroline's hair, trying not to take his frustration out on it. He'd never been to school before; no one had gone to school when he was young, and since his immortality had grasped him at an age where it was easy to tell that he was too old for school, he'd never been inclined to go. He'd never understood why Rebekah wanted to experience it so much. And now he had to experience everything, from lessons, to socialising with humans more than sixty times his junior, to cheerleading. It made his head hurt just thinking about it.

He glanced up at Caroline's wardrobe, and pulled it open to reveal nearly as many clothes as Rebekah had, with shoes lining the bottom, above a set of drawers that Klaus supposed contained her underwear and socks and what-have-you. The thought of walking around in women's clothes all day made him cringe, but since the alternative meant that he'd have to explain himself to pretty much everyone who looked his way and Caroline's reputation would probably plummet, he pulled open the nearest drawer and took out the first item he came across, which unfortuanly happened to be a bright pink and somewhat lacy bra. He tilted his neck to stare at the ceiling while he pulled off Caroline's nightgown and tried and failed to put it on, because he knew that if he didn't, he would probably never leave the house, and Caroline would slap him quite easily if she found out he'd been taking advantage of her body.

Knickers was slightly easier; he pulled on a pair of normal-looking ones, trying to avoid anything thin and lacy, and pulled out the ones Caroline had been wearing to bed from under them, tossing the offending item into a corner of the room to try and get any images of Caroline wearing them out of his head. It was a trick he'd never been so grateful to overhear from one of Rebekah's conversations with their mother recently (he wasn't sure why they were discussing it, nor did he want to know, but it was something he was very grateful for, given his situation.)

Buttoning up a pair of light blue jeans and pulling on a baggy jumper, he looked in the mirror again. He'd stayed away from all of Caroline's tight fitting tops and jeans, not wanting to look up and see boys staring at Caroline's body all day. Partly because he didn't feel comfortable with boys staring at him in that way (it was too reminiscent of a certain dream he had just had), and partly because now that he was occupying it, he felt a responsibility to protect her body from all the creepy, pervy teenage boys that he was sure went to her school.

He took her phone, leaving the purse that lay next to it (he may be in her body, but that still gave him no right to take her money, and he had no intentions of crossing that line), he went downstairs, grabbed the bag he had seen over Caroline's shoulder more times than he could count, and opened the front door, seeing that the witch, the doppelganger, and a boy who he assumed was the doppelganger's brother waiting in a small black Volkswagen by the curb.

Much as he didn't want to spend a whole day of school with the dullest doppelganger to walk the Earth (at least Katarina had had a personality, and a feisty one at that, and Tatia had been exactly the sort of sweet and caring girl that he had needed while still human), he knew that she was one of Caroline's best friends, and that she would kill him if he did anything to mess up Caroline's friendship with his human he reluctantly walked to the car in a pair of Caroline's flat ballet pumps (he didn't care if Caroline liked heels, there was no way he was going to wear them), and got in the back seat next to 'Little Gilbert', as Kol liked to call him.

"Hey, Care," Bonnie chorused, pulling onto the road without turning around to look at Klaus. "How are you this morning, still hungover?"

"Uhh... no, I'm fine,"he said blankly, wondering why Caroline would have drank so much last night as to be hungover.

"Are you okay?" Bonnie asked. "You sound odd. Are you sure you're not hungover? You can tell us. We could cover for you in class, say you're sick, and you could crash at mine for a bit."

Nice as it sounded to get some more time away from school, he didn't want to risk it. It was just easier to go to school and get it over with. Add thatto the fact that Kol had an open invitation to Bonnie's house and tended to hang out there sometimes while Bonnie was at school, and Klaus had a pretty good reason to go to didn't feel like talking to his brother in the state that he was is now.

"No, no, it's okay," Klaus said with Caroline's voice, hoping he sounded convincing.

"Aww, it's okay, Care." Elena turned around in her seat to talk to Klaus. She leaned towards him as much as she could and whispered in a hushed tone: "Is it your period?"

Apparently her quiet wasn't the same as everyone else's quiet though, because Little Gilbert beside him cringed, a grimace clear on his features, and Bonnie sighed in the driver's seat.

"Elena, she's a vampire, remember? She doesn't have to go through hell every month like we do." Bonnie reminded her.

"Oh yeah... sorry. Forgot. You are so lucky though." Elena said wistfully.

"Can you please not talk about this is front of me?" Little Gilbert asked. "Save it for one of your girl-talks. This is not what I want to hear first thing in the morning."

"You are going to be an awful husband," Elena commented. "Talk about supportive and caring."

"So, have we got cheerleading practise today?"Klaus asked, wanting to change the subject fast. This was exactly why he was glad he'd never been born a girl.

"Yeah, why?" Bonnie asked. "Oh, and I forgot to tell you. Guess who's back on the team?"

Elena turned around and smiled sheepishly. "Damon thinks that all this drama is making me moody, and I should do more normal things, so I thought, why not?"

"So, are you with Damon now, or what?" Bonnie asked.

"Neither of them. I'm taking a break from both of them as anything more than friends. I'm just so sick of all this drama. I mean, I kissed Damon, but whenever I think about dating him I just feel like I'm betraying Stefan by even thinking about his brother in that way."

"So why don't you just go out with Stefan then?" asked Bonnie.

"After all that stuff with Klaus and Ripper Stefan... I don't think we can ever gone to what we were,"Elena said. "Maybe eventually, but right now I just need a break from all this Salvatore drama."

"Sounds like you need it," Bonnie empathised. "I'm thinking we should go the spa on Saturday. My treat."

"That sounds great," Elena smiled. "Care? You in?"

"Sure." Klaus responded. "Can't wait," he added in the most enthusiastic tone he could muster. Hopefully he would be out of this body by then.

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