I do not own the characters from the Vampire Diaries and the Originals. I am simply using them for creative purposes.

Here is the second chapter, people! Enjoy~

Chapter II

Complicated

Katherine sat nervously in a sitting room, waiting for her name to be called. She kept looking around the room, sneaking glances at the few other people still remaining, also waiting for their turn to be interviewed. There was a woman in her late-twenties with bushy, brown hair—it looked as though she had attempted to tame her hair with gel, but it hadn't worked very well unfortunately—and, sitting only a seat or two away from her, a young woman who appeared to be around the same age, or at least close, as Katherine.

The nervous girl with long, auburn hair—that had gone in before Katherine—came stumbling out of the office where the interviews were taking place. Katherine watched as the girl hurried off down the hallway, looking crestfallen. It was obvious that her interview hadn't gone that well, not that Katherine had really been expecting it to. The girl had been shaking almost the entire time prior to her interview and, when her name was called by the secretary, she had squeaked.

"Katherine Pierce," the secretary, sitting at her desk across the room, called out. "You may go in now to see Mr. Mikaelson."

Gathering her nerves together, Katherine gave herself and little shake and stood up. I can do this! She thought as she walked across the room with a confident stride, her back straight and her head held high. Katherine opened the door and stepped inside the office, carefully watching her step the entire way so she wouldn't stumble like the previous girl before her—

And Katherine nearly stumbled.

Sitting behind the large, mahogany desk was none other than Elijah Mikaelson.

"Ms. Pierce," Elijah greeted, rising to his feet. He motioned to the chair in front of his desk. "Please sit down so we can begin."

Quickly regaining her composure, Katherine closed the door and walked across the navy blue-and-white carpeted floor to the chair. She sat down, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles from her grey skirt and made eye contact with Elijah. His hazel brown eyes were just how she had remembered them—like pools of rich whiskey with flecks of shining green.

Elijah picked up a sheet of paper—Katherine's resume—from his desk and looked it over. "You are applying for one of the open waitress positions here at The Amaryllis, correct?"

"Yes," Katherine answered, while thinking, I wonder if he remembers me.

"What experience do you have?" Elijah asked her.

"I have experience working in another restaurant, the Mystic Grill. I worked busy shifts, and I was used to serving large parties." Katherine answered him smoothly. "From my experience, I feel comfortable talking to customers."

Elijah nodded his head while scribbling and writing in his notepad. "What are your strengths?"

"I think my greatest strengths would be my out-going personality and my experience. I've worked as a waitress and server before; I can work both independently and with a team." Katherine said promptly, her calm and steady expression not revealing any of her swirling thoughts. You know what my strengths are, Elijah, honey… You know very well that I'm good with my hands and tongue,she thought slyly.

"Good, good. Do you think you have any weaknesses?" Elijah continued on with his questions.

"I like to focus on making my customers happy—of course, you can't actually make every customer 100% happy, but I like to try, and that can sometimes be stressful." Katherine responded with ease.

"Could you describe a time when you have had to overcome a challenge?" Elijah enquired.

As Katherine talked, Elijah's eyes never left his notepad, making her wonder what he had written down on the paper so far. "At my last job, I had to work on Christmas Day. It was busy, and I had to help look after three Christmas parties; I would say it was challenging. As I was working with another waitress, she and I worked as a team to serve the larger parties so they would not have to wait longer for their food to be served. I had to keep on my toes as the food was coming out quick and the customers wanted more drinks."

"How do you think you would deal with an angry customer?"

"I would listen to the customer to figure out the problem—then I would try to think of a solution." Katherine responded. "If I am unable to deal with the problem myself, I would find my manager or another senior member of staff to help."

Elijah wrote down more on his notepad; Katherine really wished she could see what he was writing. "And what would be your favourite part about being a waitress?" He questioned.

Katherine smiled. "Waitressing gives me the opportunity to learn on my feet and I get to serve different customers. There are always new people coming into a restaurant, so every day is different."

"Yes, I think that is true as well." Elijah agreed, looking up from his notepad. His eyes finally met with Katherine's for the first time since he started asking her questions. "You never know who is going to come into your life." The unspoken again hung in the air between them.

Katherine and Elijah both sat there, their gazes locked, studying each other. The room was silent aside from the sound of the ticking clock hanging on the wall. Katherine's memories from three years ago began to surface—the feel of Elijah's lips on her neck, his hand trailing a path…

Katherine dug her nails into her palms and cleared her throat to speak, "Will that be all, Mr. Mikaelson?"

Elijah seemed to quickly regain his composure. "Yes," he said, fixing his already-perfect posture while straightening his tie. "That will be all." He gestured to the door. "You may leave now."

Katherine rose to her feet and headed to the door. Just as she was about to leave, she turned around. "Er—ah, thank you." Katherine blurted out, and then she hurried out of there.

"Freya!" Caroline squealed happily, throwing her arms around her sister-in-law and hugging her tightly. "It's so good to see you!"

"Hello, Caroline." Freya returned Caroline's hug with one of her own. "How are you doing?"

Caroline pulled away from the hug. "Me?" She rose a blonde eyebrow. "How are you doing?"

"As well as can be expected."

Caroline smiled gently. "Just rem—"

"Out of my way, Caroline." Rebekah interrupted, shoving Caroline out of the way so she could give Freya a tight hug. "I missed you, Freya."

Freya wrapped Rebekah in a fierce hug. "As did I, sister."

Caroline clapped her hands together. "The family is waiting at home, so let's go."

The three women started walking through the airport, making their way out into the parking lot. Throughout the entire walk to the car, Caroline babbled away in an excited voice, "Everyone can't wait to see you, Freya—you've been so missed, as well as those absolutely delicious chocolate chip cookies you make. No one can make them the same; I've tried, but I just can't get it. You so need to give me the recipe. And you know what else, Freya," she glanced at her sister-in-law. "You and Elijah are truly the only ones who know how to deal with Klaus when he's in a mood—I can't even get him to talk to me, and I'm his wife—"

"Oh for heaven's sake, Caroline, stop talking!" Rebekah exclaimed, just as they reached the car. "My head is exploding."

Caroline crossed her arms. "You know what, Rebekah?"

"No, I guess I don't know what. Enlighten me, why don't you." Rebekah shot back, answering Caroline's rhetorical question.

"Being rude is not going to get you anywhere. And it is most certainly not going to make people like you." Caroline stated simply.

Rebekah rolled her eyes and retorted, "Thank you for that little tidbit of—well, no, I wouldn't call it wise—but nonetheless, thank you for that tidbit of information."

"Bitch." Caroline gasped. "If it weren't for Klaus—"

"—you wouldn't put up with me. I know." Rebekah cut in. "Well the same thing goes for me, sweetheart."

Before Caroline could say anything more, or possibly attempt to rip Rebekah's head off, Freya raised her hands. "Okay, you two. Knock it off. I don't want to hear anymore fighting—I just got home and I want to spend time with all my family." She looked back and forth between Caroline and Rebekah. "Now, I do believe there is a 'welcome home' party awaiting my arrival."

At the mention of the party, Caroline brightened. "You're right! Come on then, we need to get going if we don't want to be late."

With a final glare at Caroline, Rebekah got into the backseat—making sure to slam the door shut—and Freya sat in the passenger seat. As soon as Caroline buckled herself in safely, she turned on the engine and pulled out of the parking spot.

"How has everyone been while I was—er, away?" Freya said, not liking the silence that had filled the car since Caroline started driving.

"Klaus has been his obnoxious usual self the entire time, so nothing new there." Caroline snipped as she made a left-hand turn.

Freya looked over her shoulder at Rebekah. "And what about you, Rebekah?"

"No, nothing new." Rebekah shrugged.

"Enzo broke up with her." Caroline supplied.

Rebekah shot a nasty look at Caroline. "He did not!" She denied furiously, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. "I broke up with him."

'He dumped her,' Caroline mouthed the words to Freya.

"I am sure he didn't deserve you anyways, Rebekah." Freya said reassuringly.

"Besides, when you started dating him, he was still hung up over that Maggie girl." Caroline pointed out. "So, it's probably a good thing he d—that, er, you two didn't work out." She had stumbled over her words, almost saying 'dumped'.

"Whatever." Rebekah muttered gloomily.

Caroline turned the car into a long driveway, braking to a stop in front of a set of large gates with an extravagant 'M' on the top. She pressed a little button on her dash and the gates opened; Caroline drove through them, down the long driveway, pulling up in front of a white mansion with a wrap-around porch, large white pillars, and many windows.

There were three other cars parked in the driveway, and, most likely, more cars parked in the three-door garage.

The three blonde-haired women stepped out of the car.

"I am so excited!" Caroline squealed, pulling Freya along with her up the steps.

Rebekah followed behind them. "Caroline, stop shoving."

"Oh, bug off, Rebekah." Caroline stuck her tongue out at her sister-in-law. She opened the front door and placed a hand on Freya's back, gently—or as gently as Caroline could manage in her excitement—ushering Freya into the entrance foyer.

"SURPRISE!"

Standing throughout the foyer was Freya's family—her parents and siblings—and all of her close friends. With tears pooling in her eyes, Freya joined the chaotic fray of people hugging her tightly and patting her on the shoulder, telling her they were glad to see her home and healthy.

"I'm glad to be home." Freya kept telling people, while laughing and smiling.

Today was turning out to be the best day in Freya's life since the accident.

Elena could see Matt in the distance—seated at a table at the Mystic Grill in the patio—waiting for her to arrive for their lunch date. Seeing Matt with his short, dark blonde hair and his beautiful smile made Elena's stomach clench. She liked Matt well enough, that hadn't changed, but her heart didn't beat erratically when she saw him and she didn't feel like she was experiencing any passion. Elena didn't know where it had all gone wrong.

Gathering all her courage, Elena started striding down the street, making her way to the Mystic Grill. She had thought about her decision all throughout her morning class, and she had finally come to a conclusion—she had to break up with Matt. Elena had been waiting nearly a year for her feelings to change, to return to what they were when she had first started dating Matt; that hadn't happened though.

Elena knew that—no matter how much she cared about Matt and didn't want to hurt him—she couldn't keep being with him, dating him. She was now completely positive that her feelings weren't going to change or suddenly come back. Elena had fallen out of love with Matt Donovan and there was nothing she could do about that.

"Hey, Matt." Elena approached the table with a small smile and sat down. "Have you been waiting long?"

"I just got here a few minutes ago, so no." Matt replied. He gestured back to the Grill. "I was going to order you something, but I wasn't sure what you would want." He laughed. "Somedays you want to eat a big, greasy hamburger. Other days you try to be healthier."

Elena laughed weakly, sounding nervous and like she didn't want to be here.

"Is something wrong? Are you okay, Elena?" Matt asked, seeming to immediately notice that something was going on with his girlfriend.

Elena exhaled shakily and looked up, locking gazes with Matt's baby blue eyes. His eyes were not only filled with concern and worry for her, but also with love, kindness and caring. I have to do this! Elena told herself. I don't want the same things in life as he does! I can't hold him back anymore!

"I want to break up." Elena blurted out.

Matt's eyes widened. "W-what?" He sounded utterly shocked. "You want to break up? Why?"

"I-I…" Elena sighed. "I just don't feel the same way about you anymore, Matt. I don't know why and I don't know when it happened, but I… I want—no, I need—some sort of change in my life." She shook her head. "You keeping talking about us getting married and moving in together, having kids, and growing old together, but I am not totally sure I want those things for myself. At least not right now, like you do."

Matt stared at Elena. "What can I do to make things better?" He pleaded, his voice shaking. "I know I can do better. I promise."

"No, Matt, this isn't about you doing better." Elena told him, placing her hand over top of his. "This is about me wanting something different. I need to move on and so do you." She looked at Matt sadly. "I know you could feel us drifting apart, too."

Leaning back in his chair, Matt admitted, "You're right. I could tell we were drifting apart—I could also tell you weren't feeling the same, and that something was off. But I tried to convince myself I was reading the signals wrong; I guess I was hoping that you would change your mind."

Elena blinked away several tears that were filling her eyes. "I truly am sorry, Matt."

Matt shook his head. "You have nothing to apologize for, Elena."

"But—"

"No, Elena, seriously. You broke up with me; sure that sucks right now and it'll hurt like hell later, but you didn't cheat on me or use me. You told me the truth when you were ready and had made up your mind." He shrugged. "So there is nothing to say 'sorry' for you. Besides, I could tell this was coming—it was my fault for ignoring it and hoping it would go away."

Elena laughed again, but this time it was with relief. "I was dreading this," she told him honestly. "I thought you would be completely furious with me."

"Elena, we've been friends since the sandbox. You breaking up with me isn't going to ruin our friendship, though obviously it's going to be different between us for a while."

"That's good to know."

Matt nodded. "I hope you find what you're looking for in life, Elena."

"Me too, Matt, me too." Elena said, rising to her feet. "I better be heading home."

"Bye, Elena." Matt said.

Elena waved and headed off down the street.

When Katherine got home, Elena was already back and sitting at the kitchen island, eating a bowl of Lucky Charms. Aunt Jenna was at work and Jeremy was at school—the year would be ending soon.

"Cereal for lunch." Katherine quipped when she entered the kitchen.

"Shove off, Katherine." Elena mumbled around a mouthful of cereal.

Katherine raised an eyebrow at Elena and pulled an apple out of the fridge. "Somebody had a bad day it seems."

"I broke up with Matt." Elena announced once she had swallowed her mouthful.

"You did? Why?" Katherine questioned, sitting down at the island next to Elena.

Elena sighed. "I fell out of love with Matt—that's all I can really say."

"Nothing you can do about that one." Katherine shrugged her shoulders as Elena shoved another spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

Around a mouthful of cereal, Elena asked, "How'd your interview go?"

Katherine grimaced. "Ewww, Elena! First off, don't talk with your mouth full." She complained. "And you'll never believe who interviewed me… Elijah!"

Elena nearly choked on her cereal. She swallowed it and coughed to clear her throat. "As in Elijah Mikaelson? That professor you had an affair with?"

"That's the one." Katherine confirmed before taking a bite of her apple.

Elena was now looking confused. "What's he doing running interviews for a hotel?"

"I don't have a single clue." Katherine said. "All I know for sure is I don't want that job anymore. Especially if I have to take orders from Elijah."

"Katherine, you need that job; plus, you have the perfect requirements for the position." Elena pointed out. "Don't let Elijah stop you from getting that job."

"Ugh," Katherine groaned.

Laughing, Elena rose to her feet. "I better go start on some of my homework."

"'kay, have fun!" Katherine called out as Elena walked down the hallway to her bedroom.

Left alone in the kitchen, Katherine placed her forehead against the island counter and sighed. Her life couldn't get any more complicated than it already was.

Of course, she was wrong.

And there is the second chapter! So Elijah and Katherine have some history (the main couple will still be Katherine and Klaus and for you Klaroline shippers, there will be some of that too), and what happened to Freya?

I hope you all liked this chapter.

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