Hi all, so sorry for the serious delay, I am back!

This is a really short piece just get myself back into the swing and adding a bit more info to the Klaus/Elijah situation. Please keep the reviews coming!

That night Klaus had lay awake, thinking about his past. Caroline, his work, if anything she was more of a distraction. It was 3am when he finally got up and went up to his studio to paint, creaking his neck he sat on his stool staring at the large blank canvas in front of him. He didn't know where to start, well actually he did. He slowly started blocking out the piece, several shapes took place, his family.

He painted them often, when he was sad. Long gone were the days where he could pick up the phone and call them, he remembered the drunken conversation he and Elijah had before he'd left that night, the last thing his brother had said to him, 'Family is power, Klaus. Love, loyalty; that's power. This is what we swore to one another years ago, this is us. We remain together, always and forever. I am asking you to stay here. I will help you and I will stand by you. I will be your brother. We will build a home here together.'

Before everything, when they were younger, Elijah was the one who bought Klaus a ticket to Paris, Italy and Prague. He wanted him to see the world, to really live it. Klaus wasn't made for the shrewd business world, he was passionate, angry and excitable. He needed to go off and see great things, experience history first hand.

He had owed Elijah more than words for the gift he gave him, inspiration.

The truth was, Caroline might be here as a muse but he didn't paint because he was uninspired, he didn't paint because he no longer deserved the gift.

He sat back and stretched, looking at the canvas now, it showed him and his elder brother, Elijah's hand resting on his shoulder, his expression serious by eyes sparkling. Klaus was looking back at him, to the outsider he looked sad, perhaps even angry but as the artist he could see what no one else could, the love reflected in his eyes.

Yes family was power, and now he was powerless.

He stood up checking the time, 9am, glad the annoying girl hadn't disturbed him this morning. He turned and walked away from the painting, unable to bare his brothers face any longer.