A/N: I'M SO SORRY! I'm a terrible, awful person! It took way too long for me to churn this out. Thank you so much for your encouraging reviews :D You are all amazinggg. I have now finished my history paper and all that (yay!) and I'm very excited to start my writing marathon!
On my tumblr (thetourguidebarbie) there's a link at the top that takes you to my list of one-shot requests. Since there are basically a bazillion (okay, basically like, 30), I don't know how many will get done, but the more something is requested the more likely I'll get to it.
I also have a few ideas for my next projects, which can also be found on my tumblr.
Thank you wondygal for being your fantastic beta-ing self! :)
Enjoy!
-Angie
"Kicked Out" – January 13th & 14th, 2013 – 9 months
"You what?"
"I daggered Rebekah," he repeated.
He never would have told anyone else, but honesty was important to him and to Caroline, and he knew that she would be more than angry if he didn't tell her. Unfortunately, she was more than angry now.
"Where is she?"
"She's in her coffin, I'll let her out soon."
"And when's soon, 2050?"
Klaus ran a hand through his hair and grimaced at the look of absolute fury on the face of the love of his life.
"Where is she?"
Klaus frowned. "Why?"
"Because I want you to let her out."
"I won't. It'll only be for a bit, love."
"Tell me where she is."
"Why, so you can let her out?"
Caroline just gave him the most hateful glare he'd ever seen.
"Look, Caroline—"
"No. No, don't you look, Caroline me, buddy. You had no right at all to do that."
Actually, in his opinion, he had every right. After what she'd said, Rebekah had practically been begging to be daggered.
Not that he'd say that to Caroline, of course. He had learned by now that there were times when he should just stop talking and allow her to rant, which she was doing rather enthusiastically. Her hands were waving around in the air, her cheeks flushed with anger and her eyes narrowed.
"—going to tell me where she is, I don't want to see you tonight. We'll talk more tomorrow," she finished whatever she had been saying—he honestly hadn't been paying too much attention—her arms crossed over her chest, before turning on her heel and slamming the bedroom door behind her.
Wait, did she just couch him?
He knocked on the door. "Caroline, love—"
"There are blankets in the closet," her muffled voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"Yes, I know there are blankets in the closet," he said, opening the door and ducking the pillow she threw at him, "But you can't just banish me from our bedroom."
He saw her face and decided right then and there that whether she was able to kick him out of their room or not he should probably just do what she wanted anyway.
"Niklaus," she said, her voice dangerously quiet, "We'll talk in the morning."
"Good night, love," he said, giving her his best sad-eyes.
She just glared at him silently and turned over, putting a pillow over her head.
XXX
He was very happy that he'd had the forethought to make sure that there were fully-furnished guest rooms in the house. The one he was using right now was a few doors down from his and Caroline's bedroom. He had been in bed for three hours and was no closer to falling asleep than he had been when he first laid down. This was the first time he'd slept without Caroline since she had returned from the safehouse. He missed her touch, the way that her body curled into his when she was cold, how her hair would spill everywhere, occasionally getting in the way of him moving or breathing.
He knew why she was so angry, he wasn't stupid. Caroline and Rebekah had become very close.
She was upset because her friend would be indisposed for awhile.
He sighed and turned over. Would she banish him to the guest room until Rebekah had woken up? He didn't think he could handle that. He might have spent a thousand years without her, but he had no intention of giving her up now that he had grown to care for her.
He heard Hope wailing from the next room and decided that since he was up he might as well be on Hope duty.
He swung his legs out of bed and walked to the nursery, running his hands through his hair. Hope was lying in her crib, looking up at him with watery eyes.
She had stopped crying loudly once he had entered, and her sobs were reduced to sniffles once he picked her up.
"Shh…It's all right," he said quietly, moving her up in his arms a bit more so that her head laid more securely against his chest, "What's wrong, love?"
His daughter's fist wound itself in his shirt, and he smiled slightly, sinking down in the rocking chair in the corner.
"Are you just tired?" He asked rhetorically, rocking lightly back and forth, "I know that you had a long day."
Hope and Caroline had taken a walk that morning, and then Caroline had taken her for swimming lessons at the local pool—something about hand-eye coordination and muscle development.
Hope didn't answer, of course, but she gave a light little baby sigh and stopped fussing completely.
"Your Mum is angry at me," he said quietly, not quite knowing why he was confiding in his daughter, though, he rationalized, it's not as though she could understand what he was saying, "I daggered your Aunt Rebekah and put her in a coffin for a bit. I know it wasn't the nicest thing to do, but she was making me angry, and I didn't want to do something I'd regret."
Hope gave a tiny gurgle, and he smiled softly.
"I know, I know…I'll most likely regret daggering her. I just…I was so angry."
He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
"If she had said something like that a few years ago, I probably would have kept her in there for a decade, but I suppose that it's not exactly fair to make her miss you growing up."
Hope curled her hand around his fingers, and smiled at him.
"I can't handle your mother being angry, you know. I would probably do most anything she wished if it kept her happy. I suppose that I should undagger Rebekah, hmm?"
Hope gave a little yawn, her eyes fluttering.
"I suppose it's time for you to go to bed, isn't it?'
Klaus lowered Hope into the crib, smiling slightly as her breathing immediately deepened, before walking back out into the hall. He snuck into the room he shared with Caroline, smirking to himself when he saw that she had changed into one of his Henleys and was sleeping on his side of the bed, her face buried in the pillow that he usually used. He grabbed some fresh clothing and changed before retrieving two blood bags from the fridge and heading out the door to visit his dear sister.
He entered the warehouse warily; his steps light as he walked to the coffin in the corner, clutching a blood bag. He opened the coffin door to see his sister, her face set in an angry frown, grey veins creeping up her face.
He took hold of the dagger and pulled.
She had been daggered for just under a day, and her eyes immediately opened. He offered a blood bag to her, which she snatched from his hand, drained, and then sped to the other side of the room, leaning against the wall, her arms crossed in front of her.
"How long?" She asked, her tone deceptively calm.
"Less than a day," he said quietly, tucking the dagger into this jacket pocket.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Caroline," he said, by way of explanation, and she nodded, a small smile creeping onto her face.
"You're a selfish bastard," Rebekah said shortly, as though she was stating that there was going to be an incredibly inconvenient snowstorm.
He shrugged. "You deserved it."
She snorted derisively. "Of course you feel that way."
"I'm not going to apologize," he said shortly, before speeding away back to the mansion.
He climbed up the stairs, hoping that Caroline would welcome him back. He shed his jeans and shirt onto the floor of their bedroom before pulling the covers out slightly and crawling in, pulling Caroline to his chest.
She cracked open an eye. "I told you to stay away."
"She's undaggered," he said, pressing his lips together.
Caroline buried her head into his chest. "I'm still angry."
"I know."
"You can stay though. I'm cold."
He smiled. "Is that the only reason?"
"Don't push it, we have extra blankets," she muttered, cuddling closer to him.
"Of course not, love."
She smiled into his chest and her breathing deepened in sleep a few minutes later, as did his.
XXX
Rebekah sat at the kitchen table, clutching her coffee, looking through apartment listings. It was high time that she moved out. Matt had enrolled at Tulane, and he was staying in the dorms there for his first year. However, Rebekah knew that he would want to live off-campus the next year—and she definitely wasn't complaining about that—so it was high time she bought somewhere for them to live.
She was also sick of living in the mansion. No matter how adorable her niece was, she needed space away from her brother and Caroline.
Not that she didn't like Caroline, Caroline was her best friend, but she was tired of sharing her space. She'd been doing that for a thousand years in one way or another and she just wanted to be on her own for once.
When she had tried to express this need to her brother however, he had gotten upset.
He saw it as her leaving him. It didn't matter that she'd most likely be less than a half hour's drive away, or that she was going to come around often because of her niece.
Luckily, it seemed that Caroline had talked some sense into him. Or perhaps she had threatened him; Rebekah still wasn't quite clear on the details. She heard Caroline's light footsteps on the stairs followed by her brother's heavier ones, and smiled at her friend as she walked into the kitchen.
Caroline poured herself a cup of coffee with blood, and then moved so that Klaus could do the same before raising her eyebrows and dipping her head towards Rebekah.
Klaus rolled his eyes but turned to Rebekah, standing at the end of the table, looking rather like a five year old that had been reprimanded on the playground for being rude.
Caroline stood on the side, within eyesight of both Rebekah and her brother, glaring at Klaus, who shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.
He was silent for a moment, and then shot Caroline his puppy eyes, to which Caroline raised an eyebrow.
He sighed.
"I'm sorry, Bekah," he ground out.
It was all Rebekah could do not to burst out laughing, especially when she saw Caroline make a "go on" motion out of the corner of her eye.
"I should not have daggered you," he continued, "And it was inappropriate for me to do so."
He stopped talking for a moment, causing Caroline to narrow her eyes. "And?" She prompted.
"And I fully support your decision to move out," he said, glaring at her, his voice and face a direct contrast to his words.
"Why thank you, Nik," Rebekah said, purposefully trying to irritate him, "I accept your apology."
He grunted and stomped up the stairs with his coffee without a backward glance.
Caroline smirked at his retreating form, causing Rebekah to start laughing. "How did you manage to get him to do that?"
"Oh, I just kicked him out of our room until he undaggered you, and then revoked his sex privileges until he apologized."
Rebekah coughed into her coffee, causing Caroline to giggle. "Well, thank you," Rebekah said sincerely, "I really appreciate it, Caroline."
"Of course," Caroline said, giving Rebekah a brilliant smile, "What kinds of places have you been looking at?"
Rebekah opened up her bookmarks folder of possible apartments, and they sat there for a while going over the options.
XXX
It had only been about half an hour before Hope started fussing. "I'll go," Rebekah volunteered, "I'm going to miss this later, I'm sure, no matter how annoying it is now."
Caroline nodded and they walked up the stairs together, Rebekah towards the nursery, and Caroline towards the bedroom.
She found Klaus in only his jeans toweling off his hair, still looking incredibly grumpy. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She asked, smirking at him.
He glared at her.
She walked over, resting her hand on his shoulders and gave him a quick kiss. "I love you. I'm sorry that I was so hard on you. I just…Rebekah's my friend, and she just wanted some independence, you know? And now you have me, and you know that I'm not going anywhere," she babbled, slightly nervous of his reaction.
His face softened, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him so that her head rested on his naked chest. "I love you, too," He said quietly, burying his nose in her hair, "And I'm sorry that I lost my temper."
"Me too," she said quietly.
They stood there together, completely wrapped up in each other, and somehow, though he had just daggered Rebekah and tended to kill large groups of people when provoked, she had never felt safer.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it :) I put in Baby!Hope (and there's more of her coming, I promise). I wanted to show one where Klaroline had a disagreement, because I feel like I'm getting a bit too repetitively fluffy.
I'd also like to announce (sort-of) that I'll be participating in klaroline smutmas (klarolinesmutmas on tumblr). I'll be doing days two and nine (turtle doves and dancing ladies, respectively).
You all should check it out!
As always, I only improve with reviews ;)
Travelers will be up tomorrow (Thursday, 12/11) :)
Hugs!
-Angie
