The sun was peeking through the top of her windows, when Caroline woke up. Briefly disoriented she had to remind herself where she was. "New Orleans," she said as she got up and looked in the mirror, "with Klaus."

She was a hot mess in the morning, so she grabbed some pretty underwear with lace detailing, a yellow summer dress with pleats and her bath products. As she made her way to the bathroom she heard commotion downstairs. "Huh, Klaus must be up and about already. That's an early start to the day. Oh well." She shrugged it off and made sure to lock the door. The room was a bit foggy, but she thought nothing of it. Until she heard the water running in the shower. There was no good reason why she hadn't noticed before, but she had just awoken from a dreamless sleep and was still groggy.

"Who's there?" She asked hesitantly.

"Caroline? I am not quite decent right now."

"Oh God, I'm so sorry." She ran for the door and tried to fling it open, remembering she had locked it just a few seconds ago. "Why didn't you lock the door?" She asked feverishly. "Did you want me to walk in on you or something?" She finally got the lock open and ran out before he could answer. Slamming the door, she realised all too late that she'd forgotten her clothes and products inside.

"Wow, Caroline, good job." She murmured to herself, as she shrunk down in front of the door, blushing, fidgeting and feeling 16 again.

She waited there, trying to calm down for the whole of five minutes before the water got turned off. Feeling the heat rise in her cheeks again she stood up quickly and tried to run into her room. Her feet failed her and she just stood there. Frozen and embarrassed, looking at the carpet as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Klaus came out of the steaming room in all of his perfection. Small pearls of water falling from his hair, rippling muscles and only a towel covering him up. Caroline just stood there pretending she didn't notice him and was somewhere else. Somewhere not so embarrassing.

"You turn." He smirked and her head shot up to look at him, completely red. Their eyes met for half a second before she averted her eyes forcefully.

"I... uh... thanks." She managed to say while rushing past him and yet again locking the door. If she had a living heart it would be beating so hard, she wouldn't be able to breathe. She just hoped he hadn't paid attention to how flustered she was, though she knew nothing escaped his notice.

She let out a breath she'd been holding in, when she finally heard him make his way down the stairs. She heard some muffled voices, but honestly couldn't concentrate on anything. So she just let herself have a shower and mindlessly perform the usual routines she had in the mornings.

After her shower she felt refreshed and almost couldn't feel the heat in her cheeks anymore. She put on her clothes and went to her room. She threw her used clothes in a compartment of the suitcase and went to the mirror to put on make-up, listening in on Klaus' conversation with the man downstairs. They were talking vampire and witch business or at least she thought she heard those two words mentioned a few times. The conversation seemed a bit strained, but the man left on somewhat good terms.

As she sat down helplessly on the bed she heard her stomach rumble. "I guess I'm hungry." She blurted out. She got up and went down to find something to eat. There was nobody there. She walked around for a bit before calling out, "Klaus? Where are you?" No answer. Finally she found the kitchen and went searching for blood bags. Not finding any she settled for some fancy scotch to lessen the feeling of hunger, bringing along a big glass, just because. With nothing better to do she went to the living room, turned on the tv and tuned in on some trashy reality show.

Klaus came home. Caroline had totally lost her sense of time as she had gotten closer to draining the bottle of scotch completely. Getting slightly tipsy along the way.

Okay, she was pretty drunk. Don't judge.

"Klaus, you don't have any blood bags in the fridge!" She yelled.

"What do you think I was out doing, love?"

"Caroline."

"I'm sorry. Old habits die hard." He smiled sweetly. "I got you two of everything." He proudly showed off the bag filled with the bags of blood.

"B+, please." She said, holding out the glass. He poured the crimson liquid carefully. "As my lady pleases."

"Thanks. Sorry about your scotch." He hadn't noticed before, she could tell by the way he looked at the bottle, a slight shock (or was it disappointment? It was always so hard to tell with him.) on his face. "Sorry." She repeated, hoping he wouldn't get angry. She downed her blood in one gulp and got up quickly, closed the space between them and touching his hand. "Please don't be mad."

He shook his head and painted on a smile, while gently taking her hand in his. "I'm not mad, Caroline. I just wanted to have a drink as well."

"No, something was on your mind, it was like you weren't even here for a second. It was... weird."

"Being king is a lot of work. After half of a year being constantly on the job, I think I might need a vacation. That and Rebekah keeps pestering me about..." He trailed off. Leaving Caroline itching with curiosity.

"About what?" She inquired. He looked at her for the first time since he entered the room.

"It's nothing." He said with finality, removing his hand from hers.

"Why do you live here alone? I would have thought you'd want to live with your family, like you did back home. I mean, in Mystic Falls."

"No."

"No?" She looked at him with puzzlement written plain on her face.

"Yes, no."

"You're making no sense!" She put her hands on her hips and huffed.

"As I said, I need a break from all this. You coming to ask me to go with you was a welcome surprise." He smirked at her with a challenge in his eyes.

"That wasn't what happened at all!"

"Then why are you here?" His face hardened and his jaw set, watching her closely.

"Because," she thought about her response for a moment and decided to be nice, "because I'm afraid of going somewhere new on my own." She sighed. "You're right. Maybe I did come here to ask you to tag along. I don't even know anymore." She plopped back on the couch and lay down. She groaned in frustration. "This has been the most infuriating and depressing year of my life." She closed her eyes tightly. "Tyler and I are over. I thought we'd be together for a long time, but no, everything changes. Elena is with Damon. Stefan just disappeared, he doesn't even return my texts. Bonnie is dead, but talks through Jeremy. Everything is just so... sad. I almost can't deal. Everything changes and it's just... I don't even know." She popped up on her elbows. "Even you have changed! You're so different from the last time I saw you, yet you're still the same. You are more familiar to me, than the rest of my life, even if you've changed. Isn't that depressing?" She laughed humourlessly. He just watched her. Her liquid courage prompted her to keep on talking. "You know, you've been really quiet during my visit. Is that my fault, or..?" He shook his head and pulled a chair over to the couch.

"No. I have many responsibilities and they're weighing down on me, I suppose."

"Yeah, it's hard having all that power." She said as she sat up and felt herself slowly sobering up.

"Not just that."

Her head shot up as the front door flung open.

"Nik!" A voice yelled shrilly.

Caroline looked at Klaus, seeing his face darken anew and cringing slightly, when it dawned on her who was doing the yelling.

"Rebekah." Klaus said getting up and walking towards the high-pitched cries of the young girl. And something else. A baby?

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