A Sex and the City fusion that was just begging to be written! I'd really love to hear who you all think you are character wise (maybe in your tags or comments). I'm definitely a mixture of Carrie and Charlotte but sometimes wish I had the confidence of Samantha ; )

Sex columnist Caroline Forbes thinks she knows men but isn't expecting an arrogant, English guy to make her question all her beliefs after one night together. The dialogue in the beginning is predominately mine but with some awesome comments interwoven from the show (i'm sure you know which ones but I've italicised them fyi).

The Heart of the Matter

Meatpacking

"There is a good way to break up with someone, and it doesn't involve… a post-it!" Caroline growled, daggering her grapefruit and pretending it was Stefan's smirking face. "You know, I've spent $40,000 on shoes up until this point in my life. I will literally be the old woman who lived in her shoes!'

"At least you have shoes," Katherine sighed. "All I've got to remind me of that idiot Damon is whiplash and a bad back. Fuck me badly once, shame on you. Fuck me badly twice, shame on me."

"Katherine!" Rebekah hissed, looking around the Pastis brunch crowd. A relatively new addition to the girl's tight knit group since she came to New York eighteen months earlier, the classic, blonde beauty still wasn't used to Katherine's loud, crass and extremely direct conversational style. "I don't think they heard you all the way over in London."

"Good, they can all heed my warning," Katherine drawled, smoothing down her perfect brunette locks as she said it. "Do your fellow country women have a thing for gardeners too?"

"It was a moment of weakness, it had been a while and Alexander was gorgeous," she insisted, her creamy skin now a healthy shade of pink.

'I'm not judging, I'm proud of my little, English prude getting down and dirty in a garden bed," she cooed. "I mean what's the point of being stuck in the suburbs if you're not going to fuck a gardener?' Caroline could only laugh at the interesting glances being thrown in their direction. She wouldn't change Katherine for the world, especially given her skill at keeping Caroline's mind off her dismal love life.

"Do we really need to use the f word so liberally?"

"Yes," she answered simply. "I won't be censored."

"Well, at least yours was only bad in bed and didn't cheat," Bonnie added. "I know we hadn't been seeing each other long but I was hoping Jeremy could maybe keep his hands to himself for five minutes, obviously I was wrong."

"Men cheat for the same reason that dogs lick their balls… because they can." Katherine offered, earning more inquisitive looks.

"Seriously where is my dictaphone when I need it?" Caroline quipped sarcastically. "I couldn't write this stuff if I tried."

"It may be a sex column but I'm not sure your editors would take too kindly to some of that colourful language," Rebekah snorted, sending Katherine a dirty look.

"Here's a pen instead," Bonnie offered fishing through her handbag and producing it, she always was the most organised of the group.

"You are a gorgeous and intelligent lawyer, Bon. He was obviously an idiot just like the post-it loser I wasted my time on for five months," Caroline complained. "Seriously what was I thinking?"

"Most women stupidly go through their lives misguidedly thinking that monogamy is best but why put yourself through so much unnecessary angst when you can have casual sex whenever you want without all those pesky emotions and post-it notes?"

Given her past history with men, Caroline prided herself on knowing which men to entertain and which to avoid like the plague. Obviously she hadn't learnt anything in all this time and that fact annoyed the hell out of her. She decided that she was going to give up dating, maybe Katherine's philosophy was exactly what she needed for a while.

"Hey, I like my emotions," Rebekah said. "Anyway, this is the last year I let men dictate my life, I actually have an announcement to make."

"You're becoming a lesbian?" Bonnie guessed, her mouth now agape.

"Not quite," she muttered. "After careful consideration, I have decided that this is the year I am getting married." For once the table was silent, each girl trying to get their head around what Rebekah was saying.

"To yourself, sweetie?" Caroline asked.

"No."

"So who's the lucky guy then?" Katherine asked. "Enquiring minds need to know."

"I haven't met him yet but it will be on my terms including; an impressive stock portfolio, a penthouse overlooking Central Park and a huge, Tiffany princess cut diamond to sweeten the deal."

"Sounds like a completely realistic and obtainable check list, Rebekah," Bonnie snorted. "What happened to Enzo?"

"He doesn't fit into any of those categories," she replied, dismissively. Caroline as well as the other girls knew that the gorgeous, English brunette was the latest artist on display in her gallery and had definitely left an impression even if she wasn't willing to accept it yet.

"Well, if you do get married to whomever, don't ask me to be bridesmaid," Katherine drawled. "It's a painful and unnecessary experience that I'd rather not put myself through."

"This conversation certainly wasn't what I was expecting when I woke up this morning," Caroline commented.

"Is it ever what you expect?"

"Good point, Bon."

What she was actually thinking about that morning was how excited she was. New York fashion week was her favourite time of year and even the idiot who liked writing stupid notes on adhesive stationery wasn't going to dampen her mood. As a columnist at the Star she'd lucked out, finding herself invited to a few high profile shows including one of her favourites, Badgely Mishka.

"So, tonight Caroline is going to be living it up in fashion heaven, I'm going to be acquainting myself with that cute barman at Tao, Bonnie's going to be working on her latest legal brief...

"Well, do any of you have a completely unremarkable friend or maybe a houseplant I could go to dinner with instead?"

"How about Kol? We all know how much my persistent brother likes you Bonnie," Rebekah quipped.

"No offence to your brother but he's not my type."

"None taken, I'm not sure Kol is anyone's type." Kol had arrived in New York six months earlier and had taken an instant liking to Bonnie, much to her dismay. It wasn't that he was ugly, in fact he was most definitely the opposite but his incessant attempts to hit on her had Bonnie running in the other direction.

"And...Rebekah is going to be finding a husband, do I have that right?" Katherine finished choosing not to address Bonnie's comment. One because Katherine didn't have any suitable candidates and two because she wasn't quite sure if she was being serious about the plant.

"I'll search for a husband just as soon as I pick up my brother from the airport today," Rebekah groaned.

"Another brother with that accent and those genes?"

"Easy tiger. I know how excited you get by fresh meat Katherine but he's off limits. Not because I'm protective but because his over inflated ego has a tendency to starve everything else in its presence of oxygen," she drawled. "He's only here for the next few weeks thankfully for work. Now, who wants another Bellini?"

Chelsea

Caroline had to admit that the was an inspired location for a runway show and the fashion line didn't disappoint, neither did the A list celebrities seated front row. Even though it wasn't her job, when her editor had gifted her the tickets she insisted Caroline interview the designers and this was how she found herself backstage shortly afterwards. People were running around excitedly and Caroline was busily taking in all the activity when she felt someone bump into her, a heavy camera hitting her leg in the process.

Caroline looked up, trying not to be distracted by his crimson lips or that pair of disarming dimples to go with them."Ouch, watch where you're going."

"How about you do the same thing, sweetheart," he shot back, giving her one last glance before stalking away purposefully. Caroline decided to write him off as just another arrogant and rude guy. She knew there were many of them in the city because she'd dated at least half of them.

She managed to get her interview and found herself perched on a barstool at the after party at The Tippler underground bar nursing a well deserved cosmopolitan. She'd tried to get Josh to come out but he'd recently met a new guy and was in that sickly, honeymoon stage. After her post-it discovery earlier in the day it was the last thing she needed.

"Do people still drink those?" A familiar voice enquired, taking a seat next to Caroline. She turned around recognising the idiot photographer from earlier, unfortunately he was still ridiculously attractive, that accent and tight fitted, navy henley was only adding to his overall appeal.

"Are you suddenly the cocktail expert?"

"If I admitted that I might as well let go of my masculinity right now," he joked, sitting down and gesturing to the barman. "I'll have a whiskey, neat."

"I don't remember saying you could sit here, Mr Judgy."

"It's a free bar last time I checked," he shot back. "If you don't mind me saying you're extremely defensive, love."

"As a matter of fact, I do mind you saying that. You don't even know me, mister and don't call me love."

"Yet, I can spot that charming nature of yours a mile away," he chuckled. "Come on, it's my first night in New York, the least you could do is loosen up and have an adult conversation with me." Caroline raised her eyebrows curiously, who the hell did this guy think he was? "Starting with what's got you in such a bad mood."

"And you think talking to me like that is going to get me to open up to a complete stranger?" She baulked, taking a long and much needed sip of her Cosmopolitan before gesturing to the barman for another. It might not have been a good idea given it was her fourth and her tolerance level to alcohol was extremely low.

"It was a guy right?" Caroline's knowing expression was all he needed to continue. "Let me guess, he stood you up? No, even I wouldn't stand you up even with that fuck off expression you've got written all over your face."

"How sweet," she growled.

"Well, you may be grouchy but there's no doubting you're beautiful."

"Oh p-uh-lease," she groaned, taking another sip. "If that's the best line you've got, I think you need to work on it."

"I don't do lines because funnily enough I don't need them, sweetheart. Come on, don't leave me in the lurch like this. He cheated on you, no I know what it was. He said you looked fat in that dress?"

"I don't look fat," she baulked, suddenly self conscious of her appearance. She'd picked this red Stella McCartney specially because it accentuated her curves and matched the soles of her black, Christian Louboutin pumps perfectly.

"Of course you don't but some guys don't know just how lucky they are," he murmured and she could swear he sounded sincere when he said it. Caroline was trying to ignore the shivers that pulsed through her body, deciding to blame it on the alcohol. "So, I take it you're not going to tell me?"

"It seems like I have no choice given you're just going to keep badgering me," she scoffed. "Here, have at it," she growled, producing the post-it note from her clutch and slapping it down on the bar.

"I'm sorry. I can't. Don't Hate Me." He read aloud. "Wow, this guy certainly has a way with words."

"And he's calls himself a writer believe it or not," she growled.

"Well, I think we can safely say that this guy isn't worthy of your time. I may of broken up with my fair share of women over the years but at least I'm man enough to say it to their face even if I've been slapped by a few in the process. Plus, I'm not a fan of post-it notes."

"Why, what did they do to you?"

"Have this annoying tendency of losing their adhesive qualities too quickly for my liking."

"Well, at least we agree on something," she smiled.

"Is that an actual smile? I didn't think it was possible," he chuckled, earning a slap on the arm from her in the process. "Hey, what was that for?"

"For teasing me and for hitting me with your camera earlier," she argued.

"I thought we decided that was your fault for not looking where you were going, love?"

"I decided nothing," she scoffed but not bothering to admonish him for calling her love again. She was actually feeling decidedly light headed as she finished the last of her cocktail. The last thing she felt like doing was making a fool of herself today after the whole post-it incident. Plus, she had sworn off men for a while and talking to this guy, no matter how gorgeous he was, wasn't helping. "Actually, I better get going, I definitely think it's time for me to call it a night."

"So soon?"

"There's only so much confession I can take in one night, father," she joked, trying to ignore just how cute he looked. "So, this is goodnight."

"You forgot your post-it note," he replied, holding it out for her to take.

"You know, I don't think I'm going to be needing it anymore," she smiled, realising that she was actually over Stefan Salvatore and his cowardice. "You're more than welcome to keep it."

"I'll burn it for you," he grinned, those dimples making another unwanted appearance, mainly because all she wanted to do was kiss them both individually as well as those sinful crimson lips that were curved into a gorgeous smile.

"Thank you," she replied sincerely, not just talking about his offer to cremate her post-it.

Soho

Her head hurt, like a hell of a lot. Caroline was regretting all those Cosmopolitans she'd drunk the previous night as she made her way to a lunch date with her best friends. Every step was like an unwelcome thud to her head but she figured she deserved it. She'd been upset about the break-up and initially suspicious about the stranger who'd actually been the one to make her realise she needed to move on with her life.

Caroline wouldn't admit it aloud but she'd been regretful that she'd left him abruptly like that without even a name or a phone number. She rubbed her temples slowly, hoping she didn't look as dishevelled as she felt. She'd swiped her golden waves with a hair brush quickly, thrown on a cornflower Donna Karan dress and nude Manolo Blahnik wedges before racing out the door.

It was only as she approached their table at Osteria Morini that Caroline noticed him. It was the guy from last night in all his gorgeousness and he was sitting at their table next to Rebekah. She considered turning around and running in the opposite direction. When she told him the post-it story Caroline kind of figured she'd never have to see him again and could avoid any further embarrassment.

"Caroline!?" Bonnie exclaimed before she could disappear. She approached their table tentatively just as his eyes met hers. Blue on blue. Why was she so unlucky?

"You seem grumpy," Katherine said a familiar smile crossing her face, she always was too observant for her own good.

"I grazed my Manolos on the sidewalk," she lied. God forbid that would ever happen. "Obviously someone got lucky last night?"

"A lady never talks."

"Have I entered the twilight zone?" Rebekah baulked. "You always talk about every sex related activity and in great detail for everyone to hear."

"I have to back her up on that," Bonnie agreed.

"I was mindful of our company," she muttered.

"It's okay, Niklaus knows all about your many indiscretions."

"Oh, thank god," Katherine sighed in obvious relief. "I hate having to explain myself to new people. Welcome to our little group."

"Niklaus?" Caroline asked, taking a seat at their table gingerly, everything inside her hoping she really did look presentable in his presence even with her hangover.

"My brother, unfortunately," she introduced, "This is Caroline."

"Ah the sex columnist," he deduced, those crimson lips forming into a knowing smile. "How goes all that advice giving?" Caroline was surprised he didn't reveal their meeting immediately and to be honest she was glad he didn't. She needed some time to deal with this especially with her unwanted hangover.

"On hold for the moment, I have a few things I need to take care of in the meantime. So, you're Rebekah's brother?"

"Well, one of them," he smirked, those necklaces she'd noticed last night peeking out precariously from another tight fitted henley, this time white. "I believe you've all met Kol already."

"Oh yes," Bonnie replied knowingly. "He's certainly unique."

"I'm curious," Katherine added. "Is that all of your family?"

"Except for my eldest brother," Rebekah offered. "Don't worry Katherine, he's the stuffiest and not your type at all." Caroline noticed the determined smile on Katherine's face. Rebekah should have known better than to wave a red flag in front of a determined bull like her.

"So, what are you doing here then, Klaus?" Caroline asked, two could play at this game.

"He's actually a photographer for fashion week," Rebekah interrupted. "Maybe you might run into each other in the next fortnight?"

"Yeah, maybe," Klaus drawled, his raised eyebrows and smirking lips enough to make Caroline want to wipe that smile off his face. Bastard. "Actually, I'm headed to Calvin Klein today but not exactly sure where it is, any chance you're headed that way?"

"I suppose I could take you," she replied, begrudgingly.

"Thank you," he smiled. Caroline planned to tell him exactly what she thought when they were alone but at the same time she couldn't deny that bubbling attraction between them.