Summary: Camille decides to text Caroline from Klaus' phone and break them up. It backfires, though...

Rating: Mature/SFW

Camille said goodnight to Klaus and his siblings with a plan in mind.

Rebekah had shown her to her temporary room – she wasn't safe in the city for some reason they didn't tell her – but that wasn't where she was heading.

All upstairs was lined with spelled sage candles, though only a few were lit up. She sidestepped them for the room she wanted, at the end of the hall.

It was Klaus' room, and she'd only ever seen it once. With dark walls, a big bed, and many pieces of artwork, it screamed 'Klaus Mikaelson'.

She gently sat on the bed, wanting to savor being there. It was so intimate. She knew that no one else came in this room, but maybe he'd let her now that she'd come in. He was warming up to her, so it was a good possibility.

She looked around, hoping for more clues into his personality. She didn't find much, just paintings, letters, and, oddly, a pair of women's underwear. Camille stared at it for a long moment, noting how it seemed recent, almost like something she owned. She knew he'd never panty raided her…but what if he did? There would be no way she would know unless he said so. She shivered at the possibilities.

She set the lace down where it had been in the first place, in his drawer full of keepsakes, and moved back to the bed.

There was a phone on the bedside table. Curious, she picked it up, and opened it easily. None of the Mikaelsons had passcodes. Too technologically advanced, apparently.

There weren't any apps, nothing on Safari, no notes, nothing like that. She didn't check the texts, though, because surely there was a line she couldn't cross and that was it. She did, however, check the contacts.

There were only a few – Elijah, Katherine, Queen, Rebekah, and Stefan. She only recognized the names of his siblings, though the name Stefan did sound familiar. The other two names sent a flare of jealousy through her. Katherine? Queen? Really?

Completely disregarding her hesitancy, she clicks on the texting app.

There was no conversation with Katherine, though the rest showed up, all but one dated before she met him. She didn't go deeper into the conversations with Elijah, Rebekah, and Stefan, just looked at the last text. With Elijah, the last line said, you are the most annoying person I've ever met. With Rebekah, it said, are you kidding me right now?! You let that strumpet into our home? URGH. With Stefan, it said, just fyi, Rebekah is out on a rampage and will eat whoever she feels like.

The most recent conversation was with Queen. The other conversations had been, in a way, cute. This one wasn't. The last line said, I like the sound of you calling me your king. Way more provocative, in her opinion.

She clicked on that conversation, and scrolled to the top of the most recent conversation.

Klaus: Hello, love. How are you today?

Queen: Hey! I'm fine, just finishing up some homework. Wbu?

Klaus: Currently dealing with a Kol-induced headache.

Queen: Is he still having trouble with his control?

Klaus: Yes, unfortunately. We're all trying to help but he doesn't want us to. Maybe I can finally take you up on your offer…?

Queen: I'd love to but not quite yet. Still have half of a semester before summer break. Can he hold out that long? Plus are we sure he'd even listen to me?

Klaus: Most likely. And yes he'll listen to you, the only reason he doesn't listen to us is due to being either his older brothers, who want to sabotage him, or his younger sister, who wants to sabotage him. You're an outsider, he won't think you're trying anything.

Klaus: I would also like to point out that last summer break you said you would come and then didn't. I had to go all the way to Richmond, love, and I could only stay so long. This time, you have to come here and stay more than a week.

Queen: Aww were you lonely?

Queen: And god it's not my fault that Damon pissed off those witches. Trust me, I'd much rather stay in bed with you than go pull Damon out of another one of his messes.

Klaus: Caroline, of course I was lonely. My Queen left our bed to deal with an imbecile when she could have been doing any number of more pleasurable things.

Queen: Did you have to deal with things on your own?

Klaus: Yes

Queen: Poor baby :(

Klaus: It isn't funny, love. How many times have I left you hanging?

Queen: Literally every single time Elena or the Salvatores almost caught us

Klaus: Not true. I made up for it every time. You haven't made up for yours yet.

Queen: My roommate isn't here. You wanna?

Klaus: Call me, love, and we can get started.

There was a pause in the conversation, though Camille barely noticed it. She was way too concerned with the fact that the conversation between Klaus and Queen/Caroline had turned sexual very quickly.

Klaus: I like the sound of you calling me your king.

The whole thing had taken place not even a week before. She'd never seen him use this phone before.

She set the phone down, shocked. When Klaus had been talking to this girl, Camille had been sure that he was interested in her.

Was she the other woman? Was Queen the other woman? Who was Klaus interested in, and who was he committed to?

Suddenly determined, she picked the phone up again, and scrolled as far up as she could.

The texts went from antagonizing to flirty. There was sexting, and heart to hearts. The texts went back to early 2012. She met him in late 2013, meaning…she was the other woman.

Oh my god. Could she handle being the other woman? Could she be okay with being in a relationship with a cheater? She wasn't sure.

She sat and stewed about it for a few minutes. Klaus wasn't someone she would have ever pinned as a cheater. He didn't have any of the signs, except the anger issues some cheaters had. Those came from other things, though. No matter what she thought, though, it was clear – he was cheating.

With a sigh, she decided what she had to do. She couldn't be with a cheater. She would tell this Queen about what was going on. And maybe…mark her territory while she's at it.

Klaus: I need to tell you something

Klaus: It's really important, you'll want to know

Queen: Woah is everything okay?

Klaus: I'm cheating on you

Queen: Okay…who is this? Kol? Rebekah? Because haha great joke :|

Klaus: I'm not kidding. I'm cheating on you. No joke

Queen: It clearly is a joke, because ever since the last time we saw we each other, he said we are 100% exclusive. If this was actually Klaus, you would know that. So who is this?

Klaus: It is me love. I'm not lying. I fell in love with someone else. Stop texting me.

Queen: I don't believe you

Klaus: Well you should because I don't love you anymore

Klaus: I never did

Queen: Fine. But…I think I'll take a little trip over the long weekend and come to NOLA. And if I'm welcomed into the arms of a certain hybrid, then I'll find out who this is and rip your liver out

Camille scoffed. How could Klaus be interested in someone so…abrasive?

She heard a noise, probably just Kol getting a little too drunk, but it opened her eyes. She was running out of time before Klaus came to his bedroom, and she wasn't sure he would be too happy that she was snooping. It would take time for him to fully let her in, and now, he could, because Queen was going to be gone. She would be free to be with Klaus…forever.

She texted one more thing, then deleted all the messages, and set the phone back where it was.

Klaus: I never loved you, honestly. You're a distraction and nothing more

Camille smiled and left the room.

An hour later, Klaus stumbled in, drunk in multiple ways. He was Caroline's, and with that came celibacy until they saw each other, but he couldn't give up blood. She didn't care, though. All his queen cared about was that he save his stamina for her and her only.

They hadn't spoken in days, both too busy with their individual lives. Maybe she would be interested in a little fun tonight.

He laid in bed, and grabbed the phone. It was old, and was now used only for Caroline to contact him. No one else texted or called the number.

There was a few texts from her. At first, he was happy to see them, but then he read them. His smile slipped off his face.

Queen: Give up the ghost. I know you're lying.

Queen: No answer? Seriously? Am I going to have to get on the first plane out?

Queen: Klaus, answer me

The last thing he'd sent to her was a saucy comment after a lengthy…conversation. He didn't know what she was talking about.

Klaus: What are you talking about, love?

Queen: Who had your phone?

Klaus: No one did. It's been in my room, far away from my siblings, all week. No one's had it except me

Queen: So that was you?

Klaus, unsure of what she was referring to, texted, …yes?

Queen: Oh my god.

Klaus: What? What is it? What did I do?

There was a long pause, and Klaus felt it deep inside himself. Caroline never took so long to respond, unless she was asleep.

Queen: "What did I do?"

Queen: Did you ever love me, Klaus? Or was I really just your distraction the whole time? Was I only a way to get back at Stefan and Damon?

Klaus sat up, mouth agape. What on earth was she going on about?

Klaus: To be perfectly honest, on your birthday, I came to your home with ulterior motives. But that changed the moment we started talking. And you know that I love you, Caroline. I've loved you since the ball.

Klaus: What brought this on?

She sent several angry-faced emojis. In any other situation, he would have laughed, but none of this was funny to him.

Queen: [images]

He clicked on the first one, and read as someone used his number to tell Caroline she meant nothing to him.

He sighed. It was something Kol would do in a rage, or Rebekah in a tantrum, maybe even Freya is she was feeling a little…influenced. The only problem was that all of his still-alive siblings were with him when the texts started. The only other people in the home were Davina, who had come to the living room midway through the texts, Lucien, who was suffering from a snapped neck, and…Camille.

He had a moment of clarity, and realized it could have been no one else. Camille was infatuated with him, and despite his every attempt to make her realize it was not mutual, she hadn't quite caught on. And the words reeked of her.

Klaus: Caroline, I promise, that was not me. That was a…friend of mine who I imagine will not be living much longer. She's delusional, love. Everything she said was a lie. Don't believe any of that, please, love.

Queen: You said it was you, tho

Klaus: I thought you were talking about the last time we spoke. I have none of those texts on my phone.

Queen: So this bitch deleted the texts?

Queen: Can I rip her throat out?

Klaus: No, I quite like the idea of you coming here and us showing her just how much I love you. What do you think of that, love?

Queen: I love that idea. I'll be there this weekend. But I think we need to do something in the meantime.

Klaus: Oh? And what's that?

Queen: Kings take care of their queens. Hop to it.

He smiled and hit the call button. There would be consequences, that was for sure, but at the moment, he had to reassure his love.

Camille would have to wait to feel his wrath. Though, he was sure, Caroline would be much worse than him.