Klaus

I didn't mourn Camille's brother. What saddened me was the effect his death had on her. Camille was returning to her normal self, but I knew she'd never be the same. She seemed hell bent on getting involved in supernatural politics. I tried to subtly dissuade her but she ignored my warnings. I didn't want her involved in the very thing that caused her brother's untimely demise. I was sure her uncle agreed, which is why I wasn't surprised when he called me asking to meet at Rousseau's during lunch time.

"I'll get right to it." Kieran said, demonstrating one of the qualities I liked about him. "Cami told me you've been spending time with her again." I raised my eyebrows, noting the disapproval in his tone. "She cares about you."

"I know, and I care about her." Kieran scowled at the declaration but I shrugged. His feelings on the matter were irrelevant.

His green eyes, so familiar to Camille's, scrutinized me. "Do you love my niece?"

"Yes." I was unable to suppress the smile on my face. I'd never loved a woman like I loved Camille O'Connell.

"Then you'll get her out of this city. New Orleans will be her doom."

"On that, I agree. However, Camille has these tiny little things called free will and her own mind and she will not agree with us on this subject."

"Klaus, please." Kieran looked weary. I saw signs of premature aging. Working with the Faction cost him dearly.

"I will try to convince her to leave." I promised.

"Good. Take care of my niece, Cami's special."

Cami

I withdrew from school for the remainder of the semester. I wouldn't be able to concentrate with Sean's death fresh in my mind. I hadn't returned to school since the day he died. I spent most of my time indoors, with Klaus. Sometimes we went for a movie, most times I left the apartment was for work, despite Klaus' assurance he could compel my landlord. I needed something to remain normal.

One rainy Saturday after Klaus left to do an errand I noticed he also left his laptop browser open. Naturally I snooped.

"You planning a trip?" I asked when he came back in my bedroom. His browser was full of destinations and flight plans.

He held up his hands. "You caught me."

"Because you wanted to be caught." I rolled my eyes as he settled into bed beside me. "I'm not leaving New Orleans." I said firmly.

"What's left for you here?" Klaus tone was sincere, catching me off guard.

"A family legacy."

"That leaves the lot of you dead." Klaus shook his head in disbelief. "Why do you think your parents left New Orleans when you were a child?"

"Because they're cowards." My mouth was a straight line. "I won't be."

Klaus grabbed my hand. "You aren't a coward, Camille, leaving won't make you one."

"I need to be here for Kieran."

"He wants you to leave."

How would Klaus know that? I regarded him through narrowed eyes. "You two have been talking about me behind my back." It wasn't a question. This situation was all too familiar. If Klaus and Kieran could agree on something I needed to reevaluate this.

"Yes, but back to your original query." Klaus moved his laptop from my lap. "I am planning on leaving next weekend. Just for a short time." He added when he saw the panic in my eyes. "Elijah wants to meet up in Amsterdam, I think the uptight bastard finally misses me." Klaus smiled. I knew he missed his siblings. "But I won't leave if you don't want me to."

And let me be the reason he didn't hang out with his brother? I don't think so. "I'll be fine. I'm...resettling."

"I was going to ask you to join me..." Klaus gave me puppy eyes.

"What's your definition of short trip?"

Klaus blinked. "Short as in short."

"Yeah but you're immortal. Short to you could mean half a century."

"They fly by like that." Klaus snapped his fingers. "But if you were to go with me, the length of the trip would shorten to maybe a month or two."

"I'll think about it."

By Friday my mind hadn't changed. I knew Klaus was trying to lure me in to get me to leave. I was tempted, sorely tempted, but I couldn't leave Kieran until he told me to my face to get the fuck out of town. Not in those terms of course.

"Leave New Orleans Cami." He said from the other side of the confession booth.

"I can't leave you." I insisted. "You're all the family I have left."

"I feel the same way about you, kiddo. That's why I need you to go. I need you to live. Go be with the man you love."

I looked at him in shock. How had he known Kieran chuckled. "Don't you dare lie, you're in a church."

"I...uh..."

"Klaus feels the same way, though I gathered you two haven't told each other how you really feel."

"He told you he loves me?"

Kieran smiled. "Maybe you'll be able to discuss this on your trip to Europe."

The rules be damned, I got up and ran to the other side of the booth, gripping my uncle in a fierce hug. "I'm going to miss you."

"So will I, now go and bring me back a souvenir. Keep me up to date."

"I will, I promise."

I rushed through the airport, praying the plane hadn't left yet. I didn't want to waste time calling Klaus, opting for the more dramatic surprise. Only I was in for a surprise when an attendant approached me.

"Camille O'Connell?"

I eyed the smiling towhead warily. "...Yes?"

"This way please."

Of course. Klaus Mikaelson didn't fly commercial. He had his own private jet. I boarded the monstrosity in awe. Did Klaus know how to do anything small scale? I looked around the cabin and found him sitting in a luxury recliner. He looked up at me, smiling.

"I wasn't sure you'd come." Klaus stood before me.

"Yeah well, I've always wanted to travel..."

Klaus wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped mines around his neck. "I'm going to re enroll next semester and take my classes online. "

"Mhm." Klaus started kissing my neck.

"I told Kieran goodbye and promised to get him souvenirs."

"Lovely." Klaus murmured filling his hands with my ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

I laughed. "Trish wants to join us during winter break."

"Of course, she's welcome."

"Klaus you aren't listening, you're feeling me up." I managed to get out when he began playing with the top of my jeans.

"I'm multitasking!"

Laughing, I kissed him. "Thank you for everything."

"I love you." Klaus blurted, taking me by surprise.

My smile was ear to ear. "I love you too."

"I'm yours." He said, nudging us closer.

"And I'm yours." We stayed like that, kissing each other until we were forced to part. "So, can I get a tour of this bad boy?"

Klaus grabbed my hand, leading me through the massive plane. "You know we don't have to see Elijah straightway, we can stop anywhere you like first."

"Really? I've always wanted to go to Italy..."