Where is a safe place? That was the only thought going through Caroline's mind at this time. She looked in the rear view mirror and to see Katherine's curled up form. A soft snore emitted from her. The blonde sighed. The fragile human needed to be kept safe from Silas, and evidently it was Caroline's job.

Her mind raced to every possible location. It couldn't be too remote, or there would be nowhere to run. A city could put innocent civilians at risk. She couldn't go back, that would be the first place Silas looks. It couldn't be anywhere obvious. Rapidly, an amazing thought dawned on her.

"Klaus!" Caroline quietly shouted. Of course, it was obvious, Klaus would do anything for her. Plus, an immortal hybrid is probably the the best protection ever. It was the perfect plan. Except for the fact that he hated Katherine and he wants her dead more than anything. It was unlikely that he would protect her, though.

Stefan stirred in the passenger's seat next to her. He sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He turned to her with a look of sleep and confusion. He checked back to make sure Katherine was still asleep then turned to Caroline.

"Why did you randomly say Klaus' name?" He asked. Caroline turned her head in his direction without taking her eyes off the road. She raised her eyebrows pointedly.

"Isn't it obvious? Klaus is the best protection." She said as she turned into a gas station. Stefan furrowed his eyebrows in a confused manner. He didn't understand why she wanted to take Katherine to Klaus. Caroline turned off the car and got out.

"Stefan, get gas. I am going to make a phone call." She winked at him and walked away to make the call privately. The century old vampire just stared after her. He got out of the car to get gas.

Katherine stirred in the back seat and woke up. She sat up, blinked a couple times, and saw she was at a gas station. She quickly took her seat belt off and jumped out of the car. She ran as quick as humanly possible towards the store repeating, "Gotta pee, gotta pee!"

Stefan watched her run to the store, holding back laughter. He liked the Katherine he saw now. She was younger, happier, carefree. She was more humane. It reminds him of the Katherine he first fell in love with and she is starting to look like the type of person he could befriend.

xXx

Klaus Mikaelson stood casually leaning against the wall of the parlor. He warily watched Elijah as he went through their mother's old grimoires with a frown. He understood his brother had been, and continued, giving spells to Davina, but did he need to use her books? Every time he saw the dusty old things, he was reminded of the owner, and it brought him discomfort.

His thoughts, and concentration, though he didn't have a lot at the moment, broke the minute his phone rang. Elijah sat, unfazed by the interruption and continued paging through the book. Klaus reached in his jean pocket, took it out, and answered it.

"Klaus?" Caroline's voice echoed throughout his body. He smiled genuinely at the sound of the baby vampire's voice.

"Caroline, love, what can I do for you?" Klaus questioned happily. He heard a pause on the other end of the phone and he worried.

"I have to ask a favor of you. An enormously big one." Came the response on the other end. He frowned. Did she only call to ask him for a favor?

"Anything, love." The hybrid answered, removing himself from the room.

"You should know what I'm going to ask of you first." She warned. He breathed steadily before replying.

"Alright. What is it?" He questioned, curious to see what she would say.

"First a question. Which is stronger: your love for me or you hate for Katherine?" Klaus' heart nearly stopped for a moment. Was she really asking him Katherine or Caroline? That was the choice it came down to. Which feeling was stronger? After a second of thought, he knew who he'd choose in a heartbeat.

"You. I would chose love for you in a second." He heard her breathe a sigh of relief.

"Good, cause I need you to protect Katherine." Klaus nearly dropped the phone out of shock. Of all the things she could ask for, and all the things he could give her, it had to be that.

"Woah! I said I'd chose you. Not let my sworn enemy into my home!" He exclaimed. She growled impatiently.

"Me, Katherine, and Stefan are in need of assistance. We have to keep her from Silas. Please, Klaus. We need an strong and immortal hybrid to keep us safe." Klaus smirked at the last thing she said and contemplated his options. Helping Katerina would get him on Caroline's good side. But he hated her. So he was in a catch-22. After a minute of debating he answered.

"Fine. You can bring her here and I give you my word that I will not harm her." Klaus grumbled. He paused for a moment and peeked his head into the other room and looked over at his brother. Elijah was too absorbed by whatever spell he found. If he could manage to get on both Elijah and Caroline's good sides, he would do it. The opportunity was golden. Klaus smirked and added, "She is free from me. She no longer has anything to fear from me" The hybrid heard the phone drop on the other line and he grinned.

"Really! Oh my god, Klaus. Do you know how much this will mean to her?" She squealed in the phone. Klaus had to pull the phone away from his ear at the high pitch sound. He moved the phone to his other ear.

"Yes, love, she will be stoked!" He replied sarcastically, rubbing his ear. "But could you not tell her? It's something I should probably do in person." He wanted to tell Katerina in front of his brother to earn mega points. Klaus could actually hear the sound of Caroline's nodding.

"Yeah, of course. Thank you so much Klaus! We will be in New Orleans soon." And with that the line went dead. He walked back into the parlor, smiling.

Klaus was much to happy by the fact Caroline was coming to him. Him! He couldn't believe. He barely remembered that he just allowed Katerina protection and freedom. The hybrid actually felt the need to do a victory dance. However, he decided against it, seeing as though Elijah was now quizzically staring at him. That, and Hayley and Rebekah walked in.

xXx

Caroline squealed in delight as she walked back to the car. Katherine was already in the back seat with a new stockpile of munchable items. She looked bored as she leaned her head against the window. Stefan was also in the car, drumming his fingers on the dashboard.

"Welcome back. It's so kind of you to join us, so casually taking your time." Katherine remarked, opening a bag of Cheetos. She popped a few in her mouth and crunched down on them loudly. Stefan turned his body to face the brunette and snatched a bag of potato chips. She raised her arms and narrowed her brown eyes as if to say 'hey! what gives?'

Caroline rolled her eyes at the two and slid into the car. She snatched a few chips from the bag Stefan stole. He rotated his body to face the car door so no one could steal anymore. Katherine sat up and leaned forward.

"So, where are we going, Oh Great and Wise One?" The Bulgarian questioned, sticking her face in between the two people sitting in the front. She crunched down on some more chips, waiting for an answer.

"To the safest place I know." Caroline replied, driving out of the gas station and onto the highway. Stefan turned on the radio to drown out Katherine's words of questioning.

xXx

Davina smiled gratefully after Elijah's retreating form. He'd been dropping off various spells for her to learn since they formed an alliance. Once a day he'd come to her little attic prison and give her something new. Then, he would stay and talk to her. It was a great distraction from Marcel and the witches.

With every spell she got, she could feel her magic growing more and more controlled. She was excited to see what she could truly do. Davina was used to locating magic users but she never got real spells to work with. She fingered through the pages she just received and pulled out the other ones she had gotten from previous visits.

The 16-year old was searching for a certain spell Elijah had not yet shown her. She didn't want to be ungrateful because she wasn't. If it weren't for the suited original, she'd have no control whatsoever. She hoped her friend would give her the spell she sought for but she didn't want to ask.

Davina touched each of the pages. Each spell was torn out of its book, which was a shame to her. She really would have loved it if Elijah just gave her the book. Then she could pick and chose the spells and not have to wait.

Her eyes glazed over each and every word, not finding what she was looking for. Her pink lips turned downward in disappointment. The spells were everyday help spells like cooking and cleaning and making your bed. None of them held what she wanted.

"Problem, little witch?" A familiar accent shook Davina from her search. She whipped around, brown hair flying, to see her ghostly friend. A big smile took over the form on her pretty face, lighting up her features. She ran up to him

"Kol! You're here." She wrapped her arms around his waist. He took the hint, and wrapped her up in a big bear hug.

"I'm always here." He points out. She snuggles her face into his chest and breaths in. Even though he's a ghost, she liked the way he smelled. He gently ran his fingers through her hair.

"I know, but when you aren't here I miss you." She mumbled. The ghost smirked at her comment and pulled her in a tighter grip.

"Sweetheart, what are you so strongly looking for?" Kol asked after a moment, referring to the disappointed look earlier. Her face turned a slight red and she pulled back, looking downwards.

"N-nothing really. J-just something more fun." She stammered. Davina could never admit that she was looking for a resurrection spell. She didn't want to feed him false hope. He nodded, accepting the answer at the moment.

"Alright, my little witch. What are we doing today?" Kol would teach her how to do the spells Elijah brought to her. He had a vast knowledge of magic and how to do it correctly. That, and he was much more fun to have around than her doing it alone.

Kol jumped on Davina's bed and crossed his legs. He grabbed one of her pillows and snuggled it into his chest. He closed his eyes and mock snored. The brunette girl erupted in giggles at her friend's wish for sleep. She spread the pages out on the bed for the ex-vampire to see. He sat up and as he studied each one carefully, Davina stared at him remembering how they first met.

xXx Flashback: 3 months ago xXx

"You sure you are going to be okay, D?" Marcel asked the baby witch, leaning against a wall. She was a couple months shy of 16. Davina shook her head, wanting him to leave. She was grateful for him saving her from the sacrifice, but she hated that he was so hover-y.

"Yeah, I'm good." She responded, walking around her new 'room'. It wasn't as hers as the bedroom in her house was. She missed the smell of the tropical air freshener and the welcoming colours.

"All right, be safe." Marcel flashed a pearly smile at her before speeding out of the room.

Davina took a breath, relieved that she could have a minute alone. She walked around the room, examining every feature. The bed was white and plain, like the walls. Except the walls were wood so they were brown. The attic had a single window, but it was boarded shut.

The only thing that made her happy was the art easel and supplies. Marcel had gotten her a bunch of art equipment. Mainly charcoals and papers, because that was the only thing she asked for.

She carefully grabbed a brand new charcoal stick from its container and brought it to her chin. A usual position for her when she needed to think. She tapped it there repeatedly, ignoring the black smudges that were probably forming on her face. She stared at the blank piece of paper in front of her.

There was something Davina liked about blank paper. She liked that whatever happened next was up to her and only her. Whether she wanted to draw on it or just crumple it up, she knew the decision was up to her. That power of control intrigued Davina. She liked the power to control things.

She arched her her wrist back and began moving the charcoal back and forth in quick, uneven movements. The black colour smudged onto the paper. She lazily dragged the stick back and forth, then up and down. Soon she was going in a circular motion.

"Tighten your wrist." A male voice demanded sarcastically from behind causing her to jump. She quickly turned around, following the voice. Behind her, leaning against the window, she saw a quite handsome young man, about 18 or 19.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" Davina was one hundred percent sure she spelled the attic. Nobody could get in without being invited. That, and she's facing the door. She should've seen him enter. The man just stared back at her blankly. He shook his head, clearing whatever shock he was in.

"I'm sorry, darling. You can see me?" He asked, his eyes squinted in confusion. She nodded her head, raven curls bouncing with the movement. "And you can hear me?" With this question, Davina just raised an eyebrow, as if to say 'are you serious?'

"Wow, um, I am Kol." The mysterious man - or Kol - said, clearly still confused. He ran his hand through his hair.

"I'm Davina." She replied in introduction. Then asked the obvious next question. "Why wouldn't I

be able to see you?"

"Because, Darling, I'm dead." He answered. She stared at him wide-eyed and mouth opened. If he was dead, how did she see him. He was definitely right there. She could see him. She could hear him. Davina could even smell whatever cologne he had on.

"But how? If you are dead and I'm not. Why can we see each other?" She shook her head in confusion. Kol looked the same as her. Neither had any clue what was going on.

"I'm not sure, but I am definitely not looking a gift horse in the mouth." He replied taking a step forward. Davina looked at him and tilted her head to the side.

"What do you mean?" The ghost smirked at her as he walked casually around the room.

"I mean, I'm all alone on the Other Side. So if I have the opportunity to talk to a beautiful, living girl called Davina, I'm not complaining." Kol said, winking at her. Davina felt her face heat up and she knew she was blushing. She turn her head down so he couldn't see.

"Well, If you are a ghost, I can talk to you without Marcel getting all protective and weird." She winked back, trying to appear sexy. Kol was very good to look at, and she wanted to flirt back. Unfortunately, she got awkward and shy instead.

Kol laughed deeply, a sound that was even sexy for Davina. She inwardly groaned. he was laughing at her, already. The witch cursed her nonexistent ability to be sexy.

"Oh darling, I feel like this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship." He whispered, breathing slightly on the back of her neck. Davina tried not to moan or look up at him.

Friendship my ass. She thought. He was going to make this very hard on her.