Hey guys!

I'm glad that you're interested in the story so far. I've got the basic plot now, but if you guys have any suggestions, that would be incredibly helpful. I just have a few holes in the plot that need filling. Just so you know, the characters that will be involved in this fic (so far) are;

Caroline, Klaus, Tyler, Elena, Bonnie, Matt, Hayley, Stefan, Damon, Shane, Meredith, Rebekah, Elijah, Alaric, Mason, Vicki, Anna and Jeremy.

More might be added along the way, but that's it so far. And also, other ships will be involved in this story as well. Obviously, not as greatly as Klaroline, but they will play small parts in it. They'll be;

Delena (Damon x Elena), Mabekah (Matt x Rebekah), possible Alaric x Meredith, Anna x Jeremy, and possible Beremy (Bonnie x Jeremy).

There also might be a little Kalijah, if I can get Katherine into the story somewhere. But yeah, if you guys have any ideas, pleeeeaaase let me know!

Thanks to;

ILoveYou1978, Aishani108, Grace5231973, ApekshaStar, and IrishBeauty294.

Enjoy!

Megz

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"So how are things going with you and Damon?"

Caroline leaned across the table, wiggling her eyebrows at her friend. It was early on a Wednesday morning, and her and her two friends, Elena Gilbert, and Bonnie Bennett were sat outside the Mystic Grill. Drinks were placed on the table in front of them, and Caroline's delicate nails were clasped around her glass, as she leaned forward in anticipation. She'd always been one for gossip, ever since high school. It was just about the only thing that hadn't changed about her since then.

"They're fine. Great, even," Elena replied, but she didn't seem so sure. Caroline pounced on Elena's doubt with all the energy of a pack of wild dogs, hungry for fresh meat.

"But? I sense there was a but in there. Spill," Caroline said, and she could practically hear Bonnie roll her eyes.

The three of them had been friends since high school, and had, in fact, attended Mystic Falls High School together. Caroline had been very different back then. But, so had Elena and Bonnie. Caroline had been outgoing, overconfident, and even a little bitchy. She was also incredibly controlling, stubborn, and temperamental. Elena had been almost the complete opposite, though not without faults of her own. She'd been incredibly indecisive especially when it came to Damon and Stefan, the two boys that had long fought over her affections. In the end, she'd chosen Damon, but the choice had not been made without many a heartbreak. Elena was also way too emotional, and was always trying to put blame with others. Bonnie had been the quite one in the group, though she was probably the strongest of all of them, in every conceivable way.

Caroline could sit and think all day about everything that had been wrong in high school, but there were so many things that she loved about her friends, as well. Elena was always very caring, and always thought things through. And when she loved, she loved with all her heart, and never held back. Caroline often wished she could be more like that. And Bonnie was just so amazing. She'd lost so many people while they were in high school, yet she never gave up. She always tried to remain positive, and Caroline had to admire that.

After high school, Caroline had left town to study to be a psychiatric councilor. Elena and Bonnie had stayed in Mystic Falls, and a little while later, Caroline had gotten a job offer, miles from Mystic Falls. She'd taken it without a second thought, and that's where she'd met Tyler. He'd been the nephew of one of her patients, Mason. Tyler was the only relative that came to see Mason, so he regularly asked Caroline for updates on how he was doing. And then, his visits became about much more than just updates.

And now they were engaged.

"Nothing, it's just . . . I get the feeling we don't want the same things, you know?" Elena said, and Caroline leant back in her chair, gesturing for Elena to elaborate. "We've been together for years now, and I love him so much. But it's not really . . . going anywhere. I mean, look at you and Tyler. Next year, you're getting married. And Damon and I only moved in together a few years ago. I want to be with him for the rest of my life, but sometimes I have to wonder if he feels the same way."

"I'm sure he does," Bonnie replied, reaching across the table, and patting Elena's hand reassuringly. "But you know what he's like. He's not great with the feelings. You should just talk to him about it, ask him where he really sees your relationship going. If you feel like it's time you go to the next level, then you shouldn't have to wait for him to bring it up. Tell him."

"Thanks, Bon." Elena smiled, and her friends smiled back. She shook it off, and turned to Caroline. "So how's Jeremy? Is he okay? It's been a while since I visited him last. I've just been so busy with work and things, I didn't . . . does he want me to come back? Have you seen him yet?"

"He's fine Elena, I promise," Caroline reassured her. Elena nodded slowly. "I didn't even recognize him until Meredith showed me his file. He's so grown up now . . . he's one of my patients, actually. I haven't had chance to talk to him yet, but I will soon. I wouldn't worry though, he's fine, honestly. He's even got a friend in there, her name's Anna."

". . . He never mentioned her before," Elena trailed off. She knew she hadn't been as involved with Jeremy as she could've been, but she'd just had so much to do. The last time she'd visited him was about a month ago, and she began to wonder if they were as close as they used to be.

"I'm sure he was just waiting for the right time," Caroline's voice softened, and Bonnie nodded in return. She had dated Jeremy for a while herself, back in high school. But once he'd started getting into drugs and everything, she'd had to break it off. It had been hard for both of them, but especially for Jeremy. He'd hit the drugs harder than ever, and had eventually ended up in the Psychiatric Hospital. All of that had happened after graduation, and Caroline often wished she'd been there to help them. Especially Bonnie and Elena. Apparently it had taken a while to get them to both stop blaming themselves for what happened to Jeremy.

"So what about your other patients?" Bonnie asked, eager to change the subject. It was always painful for her to talk about Jeremy. No matter how hard she tried to suppress them, she still had feelings for him, and it was plain to see. Still, she hadn't been to visit him since he'd been admitted to hospital, and it looked like she was never going to. But despite having not seen him for years, she'd still never been able to move on. She'd never even looked twice at anybody else, and Caroline thought it must hurt to know he wasn't doing the same.

"I haven't met them properly yet, but I've seen them, and been told about them. They seem quite placid, but interesting to say the least. There's one though that I haven't been properly introduced to yet, his name's Klaus Mikaelson. I'm meeting him this afternoon," Caroline replied, and her friend's eyes widened. "What?"

"Mikaelson? Klaus Mikaelson?" Bonnie asked, and Caroline nodded slowly, not quite sure what they were talking about. "You remember we told you Matt got a new girlfriend after you left? Rebekah? That's her brother. She talks about him sometimes, he was admitted to hospital years ago. She visits him every week, with her other brother, Elijah."

"You're kidding!" Caroline cried, her eyes widening in return.

It had never really occurred to her, in her absence, how much she was missing in Mystic Falls. Elena and Damon had moved in together, Jeremy was in a Psychiatric Hospital, Matt was dating the sister of one of her patients, Damon and Stefan were both in the police force, working with Caroline's mom . . . it seemed like everyone had moved on without her. And when her friends had needed her, she hadn't been there for them.

That's what hurt more than anything else.

Later that day, Caroline made her way up to her office at the Hospital. She knew that Klaus was already there and waiting, and she couldn't help but feel a little curious. She'd heard little about Klaus, and everyone that she'd asked about him had said the same thing. That he was quiet, mysterious, and very closed off. He wouldn't talk to most people, only people that he felt safe around people he felt he could trust. Caroline hoped that she could become one of those people, otherwise, her and Mr Mikaelson were going to have a very difficult relationship.

There was something though, something that people kept leaving out, when they spoke about him. Every time they described him, there was always something that they didn't say. The words hung on the tips of their tongue, and Caroline could tell that there was something they were all hiding. There was something about him that they didn't want her to know. And she didn't know whether that made her slightly more curious, or a little afraid.

Still, she knew she shouldn't be worrying about things that she hadn't been told. There was no point. After all, it could be nothing. She could just simply be imagining it.

Her heels clicked, as her office door came into view. She clutched a pristine, red clipboard to her chest as she reached for the door handle. Her name was written on a plaque, right in the middle of the door. She felt an odd urge to knock, but knew how stupid it would seem. It was her office. But she felt like she'd be barging in, catching Klaus unawares, and felt like she might need to make him aware that she was entering the room. As if she might be interrupting something.

Shaking her head, she turned the door handle, and entered the room.

There was something about her office, that she liked. It wasn't like any of the others, as it was a space that patients had to feel comfortable. It was a lot bigger, for one, and felt more open. It was painted a nice, calming blue, and it was the only part of the hospital that Caroline didn't actually mind spending time in. Her desk was at one end of the room, surrounded by framed pictures of Caroline, Tyler, and her friends and family. There was a small, budding plant on her desk, and a rather large computer for her to type up some of her files.

There was a smaller table in the middle of the room, with some chairs placed around it, and a sofa in the corner. There was probably a lot more room than was actually needed, but different patients like different things, and the councillor's room had to be somewhere they were comfortable. There were a few bookcases, and filing cabinets tucked away in a small alcove, and across from her desk, was a small, plush green armchair. She'd thought it was a lot better for the patients than the hard, plastic chairs that she'd had in high school.

And currently occupying aforementioned armchair, was Klaus Mikaelson.

Caroline made her way to her desk, trying desperately not to stare.

He just wasn't . . . what she'd expected.

When people had described Klaus to her, she didn't know what she'd expected, but it certainly wasn't the man sitting in front of her. He was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. He had dirty blonde hair, that curled perfectly to frame his face. He had very prominent cheekbones, and striking, clear blue eyes. But it was his lips, that Caroline felt unable to tear her eyes away from. She knew it was completely inappropriate to be thinking of a patient in such a way, but those lips. They were so dark, and velvety, she couldn't look away. They were a perfect, cupid's bow shape, and Caroline had never seen anyone so beautiful.

Snapping herself out of her own foolish thoughts, she shuffled some papers on her desk, and leaned forward, clasping her hands in front of her. Klaus made no attempt to begin a conversation, or even acknowledge that she was in the room. Instead, he brought his knees up to his chest in the chair, and looked out of the window, as it began to rain.

"I'm Caroline Forbes, I'm your new councillor. I understand that Alaric was your last councillor?" she asked, as an attempt to begin a conversation. Still, Klaus continued to look out of the window, as the rain began to pour harder and harder. "Is there anything you need to tell me? Anything you think I might not . . . know?"

There was something about his silence that unnerved her a little. She didn't think he was completely unaware of her presence in the room, that much was obvious. He was simply ignoring her, and she didn't know which was worse. He made no attempt to even look at her, but yet, she still felt like she was being observed, tested. Surely it should be the other way around?

"Um . . . have you been here . . . long?" she swallowed, feeling more than a little uncomfortable with the whole interaction. She'd dealt with difficult patients before, she'd dealt with patients who'd smuggled weapons, patients who lashed out upon a whim. But never had she met a patient so adamant to ignore her very presence in the room.

It felt like more than that though. Like he was really doing something far more intelligent, and thought-out, than just ignoring her. He was definitely testing her, but for what, she couldn't be sure. Maybe to see if she could be trusted? Though, how he was going to find that out, without talking to her, she didn't know.

"Is there . . . nothing you want to say? Nothing . . . at all?" she tried one more time, but Klaus continued to say nothing. Caroline sighed, pushing her chair back from the desk. She walked over to the filing cabinets in the alcove, searching for Klaus' file. And for some reason, she could feel his eyes on her, watching, the whole time. She turned around quickly, to find him staring at her openly, unashamed. And to her utter embarrassment, she found herself blushing, of all things.

But the way he stared at her, sent shivers down her spine. And whether they were shivers of fear, or of excitement, Caroline could not be sure. She turned her back to him, before she could embarrass herself further, and continued rooting through the cabinets for his file.

Niklaus Mikaelson was unlike any patient Caroline had ever encountered before, and by God, he was going to be the death of her!

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