A/N: So I've been threatened by my giftee to be sued unless I update. *Sighs*

I just wasn't sure anyone was reading this story or not … anyway, Klaroline - Deprived, here ya go!


Chapter-7: Politics & Heartbeats


"Dr. Mikaelson, hey!" Niklaus tries to tamp down his irritation at the approaching figure as the man he has recently grown an irrational amount of dislike for runs up to him. "Hi!" Tyler Lockwood says with a smile, breathing hard.

Raising an inquiring eyebrow, Klaus remarks, "Nurse Lockwood, for your sake, I hope you didn't stop me to simply say hi."

Obviously taken aback by the hostility in his eyes, Tyler starts to stammer. "Dr. Mikaelson, I uh … I was wondering … umm … that is, if you don't mind ..."

"Spit it out," Klaus finally says, his irritation increasing by the second.

Tyler straightens up. "I was wondering if you have selected a nurse for your recent case. I was hoping to get a chance to work with you."

Klaus feels a smile creep up his face as he takes in the man standing before him. Pathetic, he thinks. Why on earth did she go out with him anyway? Scrutinizing Tyler closely, he says with a shake of his head, "No, that's not it. You are not interested in my work, Nurse Lockwood."

"No, sir, I am fascinated ..."

He cuts the man off mid-sentence with a flick of his hand. "No, you aren't. In fact, a few weeks back, you were heard to be boasting about the fact that even if you have to be a guy nurse, you don't have to fix anyone's boner."

He narrows his eyes at Tyler, daring him to contradict him, when he doesn't, Klaus continues. "You see, Lockwood, being a nurse isn't bad. It's a noble profession to help take care of the diseased and distressed. And the same goes for plastic surgery. It might seem unimportant to you, but I work to improve people's quality of life. Learn to respect our professions before you prance around the place with that stethoscope around your neck."

Tyler's face darkens and he looks down, but Klaus isn't finished. "As for the new case of mine," he says, "You're only interested because the patient is a Senator's wife. You wouldn't give two shits if you didn't want to get into her good graces. So the answer is no, Lockwood. Under no circumstances would I take you on my team."

When Tyler creeps away from him, his face is red like a tomato, and that makes Klaus feel better about his day already.

"That was quite a tongue-lashing."

The sound of her voice from behind him makes his smile drop. Slowly, he turns around to find Caroline standing behind him with a chart clutched in her hand.

"Caroline," Klaus greets her with a smile, focusing his charm on her. "I'm sorry if I hurt your boyfriend there. I've never been interested in politics, you know? Now do you have my measurements?"

"Your?" She looks him up and down, her eyes lingering on his crotch long enough to make him hard and then she smiles sweetly at him. "I'm sorry. I haven't measured you, but if I were to hazard a guess, I'd probably say three inches? Or is that far too much?"

He feels his mouth fall open at her words. That vixen!

Without acknowledging his dumbstruck look, she flicks her hair to the side, slams the chart in his hands and says, "The patient's measurements are in the chart." And then she walks away, leaving him slack-jawed and more turned on than he has felt recently with just her words.


The rest of the day, Klaus feels like he's on the edge. Worst of all is the knowledge that Caroline Forbes hasn't left his mind since the moment he chanced upon her.

He remembers Damon's advice when he confided in his best friend. "You need to get laid, man," he had said. However, the thing is until now, all women around him were simply means of getting off but now, now all he wants is Caroline. Will the craving end if he has a taste of her? He wonders as he watches her walk to the supply closet.

Suddenly, an insane thought of putting his theory to test takes hold of him. The head over his shoulder reminds him that this can be a possible ground for workplace harassment, but he ignores that and lets his heart lead him.


Stepping into the supply closet, he closes the door behind him. "Caroline," he says softly, more to alert her to his presence than for anything else.

She turns around, his name coming out in a gasp from her lips. "Klaus!"

Emboldened by her saying his name, he takes a step forward; then another and another until he's standing right in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Caroline asks.

"What I've wanted to do for some time now," he whispers. Then, with his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest, he closes the distance between them and presses his lips to hers.


A/N: So … thoughts?

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Take care.

Ann