"Klaus is a paramedic and tends to Caroline after a minor accident of sorts."

So Klaus is more of a doctor in this so I apologise but the gist of it is still quite the same? Was supposed to be around 1.5K words but it kind of got away from me. I hope you enjoy:)

- Shauna! xo

Caroline's not sure why she thought this was a good idea or why she let her friends persuade her into going because anyone who has known her for longer than thirty seconds should be well aware the Caroline hates Halloween. And horror movies. And surprises. And anything else involving masks or horror of any kind.

So, it's really no surprise that when Kat and Bonnie drag her to a haunted house-

-"Come on, Caroline," Kat had pleaded with her, wide, brown eyes staring up at her. "It'll be fun, I promise."

She snorted, "I'm sure I've heard that somewhere before."

At the opposite side of her, Bonnie jumped in, "It won't be like last time. Besides, Brody isn't coming."

She had sighed heavily, "I really don't have a choice in this do I?"

Kat had beamed whilst Bonnie had attacked her with a hug, a wide grin on her lips, "Nope."-

-she end up injured.

One might even say that it was inevitable.

Enzo, the asshole, had persuaded her that it wasn't that bad when she was stood frigidly at the opening of the house, gulping at the Come In If You Dare sign, spelled out in fake blood, red paint dripping down the brick walls-

-He'd taken one look at her, snorted, and muttered, "Don't be a scardy cat, gorgeous."

"I'm not," she'd told him, though it was distracted, her eyes focussed on the building as she felt her stomach churn.

(Though, she was trying to remember that Kat and Bonnie had already gone through it, bubbling excitedly down the phone to her about how amazing it was and how they'd see her on the other side and she knew they'd be irritated if she didn't and how she promised she would.)

Caroline had nearly jumped out of her pants (if she'd have been wearing any, that is) when Enzo had firmly grabbed ahold of her hand and dragged her along with him. She'd stood, rooted to the spot when they'd managed to get passed the doorway, shooting glares at him as her eyes narrowed.

"Oh, calm down, blondie," he'd rolled his eyes. "It's not like you're going to die."

When he saw that his statement was being taken the wrong way with her widened eyes, mouth parted and blood dripping from her face, he'd quickly amended himself with an assured, "You won't die. I promise."

Then, he had proceeded to drag her along, despite Caroline's dismay on the subject.

And it hadn't been going too badly (too, being the operative word as she was quite positive she'd screamed the zombie's ear off near the beginning somewhere) when she twisted to her side to find it empty. She frowned, eyes searching the darkness frantically.

"Enzo?" she whisper screamed, flinching as she heard a ghastly crackle filter through the air. "This isn't funny," she hissed when she couldn't find him.

Her fingers clenched into fists as she edged forwards towards the closed door that she knew she had to go through but really didn't want to. Biting her lip when she was less than a meter from the door, she contemplated her options. She was sure Bonnie and Elena wouldn't mind if she just went back...

She let a terrifying, toe curling scream, her eyes widening dramatically as the door flew open with a vicious bang and before she knew it, a pair of hands were wrapped tightly around her shoulders, fingernails digging into the soft skin. When she looked up (and she really shouldn't have), she found a zombie dressed in a suit, the jacket torn to shreds and blood coating all along the previously white shirt and really, it might not have been that bad if he wasn't wearing a mask. But he was.

And so Caroline thought it was prudent that she yanked herself away, pushing away from the zombie that had grabbed her. In fact, she had flinched away so hard, slammed too harshly on the zombie's chest that she'd stumbled backwards and the black heels that she'd so determinedly worn made her wobble and she felt the floor disappear beneath her feet.

What she didn't expect, however, was the steps waiting behind and so she tumbled down a set of five stairs and landed harshly on her right arm, the crushing sound immediately echoing through her ears. Maybe it was the shock, why she laid there in silence for the first sixty seconds, feeling a sense of numbness overtake her but she soon got over it and another bloodcurling scream was heard throughout the mansion.

Caroline's last sight was Enzo running towards her before her eyelids drooped, feeling suddenly heavily and everything turned to black.

Nobody ever accused her of dealing with pain very well-

-and quite frankly, she resented him for that fact right now.

As of the present moment, Caroline was sat in a plastic, very uncomfortable hospital chair in the waiting room as Enzo's knee bounced very irritatingly next to her. She let out a deep sigh as her head tipped backwards, pinching the bridge of her nose with her finger (on the uninjured arm, of course).

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his tone but not that she cared at the present moment. "I can get you-"

"Enzo," her eyes flashed open, head jutting forward. "No."

"Are you sure?" he questioned, almost hesitantly, "I can go see if there's any coffee in the cafeteria."

(She really wanted to kill him. She wanted a few minutes of peace, was that so much to ask?)

"I'm fine," she told him, quietly but firmly as she stared ahead, avoiding his gaze.

Enzo is silent for a few moments before he pipes up again, "I don't suppose you let the girls know you were here."

She gasps as though the thought only just occured to her.

"Oh my god. Kat and Bonnie, they must be so worried," she began, voice panicked as she practically jumped up from her seat and rumaging around for her bag to get her cell, "I didn't even think to call them-"

"Relax," he told her softly, bending down to her height, "They're probably still back at the house and wouldn't hear it if you called anyway."

"-and they'll be so worried," she continued as though she didn't hear him, "and they might even be still looking for me and-"

"Caroline," he shouted, perhaps a little too loud for the room full of patients if the looks he got were any indication. "It's fine," he told her, "I'll even drive over if you want, let them know what happened," he offered.

Her eyes lit up, "Really?"

He nodded before chuckling slightly, "I suppose I do owe it to you."

She arched an eyebrow though the hard look from her eyes had melted into a much softer one, "That you do."

"Oi!"

"What?" she demanded, "It's your fault I'm sat in a and e at 2am, by the way, because they apparently take forever to see people, with a broken arm."

He sighed, shaking his head before wrapping his arms around her in a brief hug and murmuring a, "See you soon," against her.

She watched as he strode out of the hospital doors, shuffling in his pockets to find the car keys before she suddenly heard her name being called and her head snapped up, "Hm?"

"Caroline Forbes?"

Her head twisted sideways and holy shit. She caught eyes with the most bluest pair of eyes she'd ever seen, a small smirk edging up across very red, very kissable lips that belonged to a very and handsome face and it was only because she was ogling him, that she saw his lips move.

"Hm?"

He let out a low chuckle, smirk widening as though he could sense her thoughts and really, he probably could, it wasn't like they were subtle on her face.

She blushed, cheeks staining red as he spoke again and Caroline really wasn't paying attention before if she was only now realising he had an accent. "Please come this way, Miss Forbes," he instructed her softly before disappearing through a set of double doors.

And damn, if the way he said her name wasn't a turn on, the way his tongue curled around each syllable carefully, then she didn't know what was.

She rushed to follow him, her feet almost falling underneath her (again) and pushing the door open with her left arm.

Now, Caroline was quite sure she had a doctor fetish. Or a fetish for this particular doctor.

(Maybe, she wouldn't kill Enzo.)

XXX

She's never felt quite like an awkward schoolgirl as much as she does in that moment.

Doctor Mcdreamy as she'd so taken to call him in her head and who she'd recently learned was actually called Doctor Mikaelson and god, even his name was sexy. She really needed to stop.

She was currently sat on the hospital bed, eyes staring straight ahead at a fixed point on the wall incase she made herself obvious as he inspected her injury. But, seriously, with his hands on her skin, well, let's just say it was only a made her want him more. The effect, however, was ruined when his fingers trailed across the swollen area of her lower arm and she hissed, growling between clenched teeth.

"Sore?" he asked her in a soft murmur, looking up to gage her reaction.

She gritted her teeth and raised her eyebrows in a duh manner. He chuckled in response, continuing to feel around the area with soft, careful hands. She clenched her left hand around the edge of the bed, wincing, as the pain intensified. Until she suddenly cried out, eyes widening as he applied pressure.

He looked alarmed, eyes flashing up to hers once more as he backed away.

"Sorry," he murmured. "But do you want the good news or the bad news first?"

"Bad?" she half told him-half questioned him.

He smiled at her, one that she was sure was supposed to be reassuring, dimples and all and she knew she was in trouble.

"I'm quite certain it is a break," he informed her, "But I will need to do an x-ray to confirm that."

She grumbled under breath and he smiled at her obvious discomfort and annoyance before continuing, "But I'm also quite certain that it's only a simple fracture which means that it can be treated with a plaster cast. Again, the x-ray will confirm this."

She watched as he stepped closer to her, leaning over to remove his gloves and place them in the bin at the foot of the hospital bed. If you asked Caroline, her heart was absolutely not racing in her chest. Nope. Not even a little.

He leaned back but still remained close to her and he dimpled down at her as she let out a ray of breathless laughter.

His mouth parted as though he wanted to speak before he shook his head, muttered something too low for Caroline to hear and coughed, clearing his throat as he stepped back.

"If you'd go back into the waiting room, I will be with you again shortly, Miss Forbes." And was she imagining the longing to his voice or was that simply her longing?

Caroline shook her head as she stood on unsteady feet and heels really weren't the best idea.

The doctor chuckled as he leveled his hands on her shoulders to steady her.

"Okay?" he asked with a mask of concern crossing his features.

She nodded, not trusting her voice in his close proximity.

"I'd take them off," he instructed, eyeing her shoes pointedly.

She weighed his words for a moment before shrugging and leaning down to take them off, collecting them up in her hand. "Probably a good idea."

She glanced up at his face once more and shot him one last smile before murmuring, "Bye, Dr Mikaelson," and twisted to walk out the door.

"Klaus," he suddenly said.

"Hm?" she turned around.

"My name. It's Klaus," he told her softly and almost hesitantly.

She raised her eyebrows but tested the name on her tongue, "Klaus."

He nodded, another dimpled smile gracing his red lips. She gave him another genuine smile and this time it was much wider.

"If I'm going to call you Klaus, then I insist you call me Caroline," she told him (or rather ordered him).

"Caroline," he tested it out in reply and then his very blue eyes were beaming down at her and she lost her previous trail of thought. "Well, Caroline," he began, voice silky soft wrapped in his accent as he reached for her hand and brought it up to his lips, "I shall be with you as soon as I can."

He brushed a brief kiss across her knuckles, the feeling of his lips on her skin lingering and raises goosebumps across her skin.

She didn't reply, too dazed for words and instead merely settled for a nod before slowly walking out of the room (she really didn't trust her legs not to collapse).

(Her hand traced across her knuckles as she sat - more or less collapsed - back into the hospital seat, a smile tugging at her lips.)

(She really did have a sudden doctor fetish.)

XXX

Between the time waiting and the x-ray, Bonnie and Kat had come bursting through the doors with Enzo close on their heels. Apologies were already falling from their lips before they'd even sat down and they immediately started fussing over her.

"Are you okay?"

"Dumb question, Bon Bon. She just broke her arm. Of course she's not!"

"Do you need anything?"

"The cafe's still open, I can get you some food."

"I can go get you some spare clothes if you need some."

"I'm so sorry, Care."

"Yeah, we never should have made you come with us. It was a stupid idea."

Eventually, enough become enough and she rolled her eyes, faltering their promises.

"Stop," she groaned. "You couldn't have known that this would happen and I'm fine," she paused, looking down at her arm, "Or I will be."

They both cracked a smile and they carefully maneuvered her so that they could all hug each other.

"I'm still sorry," Bonnie muttered as she pulled away.

"Don't be, it's fin-"

"Caroline Forbes?" that damn accent called out once more.

Her head twisted and she shot him a brief smile as she stood, noting the way Katherine mouthed, "He's hot," to her as she walked away. Her death glare at her in return said enough and she saw Bonnie and Kat chuckling to themselves as she marched out of the double doors.

"I'll be in the doctor's office," he told her as they arrived at the radiography room, "When you're done, one of the other doctors will send you that way and the results will follow shortly."

She passed him a smile as he nodded at a doctor before he strode down the hallway once again. He paused in his step once he got so far, twisting around with a mischievous smirk on his face and he shot her a wink just as a doctor with dark hair and green eyes called her in.

(And yes, x-ray's are just as bad as she thought they would be because, really, who was suppose to stay that still for that long? Definitely not her.)

XXX

She watches him as he works, that intense look in his blue eyes as he focuses on her arm and that little crinkle between his eyes as his forehead wrinkles. After all, it was better than wincing as he put the cast on her arm.

She must have been so focussed on him, on the firm set of his lips, that she didn't realised he'd finished and he was suddenly stepping away from her.

"All done," he told her with a peaceful smile.

"Thank god," she muttered.

Klaus laughed, "Ready for home?"

"You have no idea."

"Think I do," he murmured, "Twelve hour shifts aren't the greatest in the wee hours of the morning.

"Oh," she frowned. "When do you get off?"

His eyes shifted, glancing sideways at a clock. "Five minutes ago," he told her matter of factly. Her frown increased and he must of caught up on it because he shook his head, "Don't worry about it, love.

"But-"

"It's not the first time I've had to work overtime," he informed her, "Kind of comes with the job title. That, and it's never an injustice to see a beautiful face like yours for a little while longer."

His eyes had sparkled up at her as he spoke, a mirth in them that she hadn't seen earlier.

"Quite the charmer, aren't you?" she murmured.

He smirked at her, "I try."

Her breath hitched in her throat as his hand brushed against the soft skin of her bare thigh and going as a slutty witch really wasn't a good idea. Especially now.

He licked his lips as he stared down at her, head tipped to the side as he clearly contemplated something. A moment later, he had made his mind up and his lips parted and-

"Care!" a joint squeal came from the door entrance.

Klaus jumped back from her in shock as her head twisted around roughly, "Yes?"

"We wondered what was taking so long," Kat whined, despite Bonnie's warning look, "So we came to see. A rather lovely-" her voice curled around the digits seductively "-showed us the way."

"How nice of him," Caroline gritted out.

Bonnie was quick to jump in, "But now that we know you haven't passed out or died or something, we'll be go back to the waiting room. I'm sure you'll find us when you're finished." Bonnie's eyes flitted up to the doctor on her right, shooting Caroline a smirk with a quick twitch of her lips before practically dragging Kat out of the room.

"-why are we leaving? I told you I don't trust that-" Kat had started, her whining voice particularly loud in the hallway.

"Shut up, Kat," she heard Bonnie mumble and soon enough they were that far away that she couldn't hear them anymore.

She turned back around to Klaus, running a hand through her wild curls and she really shouldn't have applied that much hairspray because it was going to be a bitch to get out tomorrow. Klaus was looking down at her with a determined look in his eyes and she raised an eyebrow in question.

"Go on a date with me," he practically commanded and she really thought that it should of been addressed like a question.

"Excuse me?" she squeaked out.

"Let me take you out on a date," he repeated though there was more of a question in his voice this time.

She raised her eyebrows, "Do you make a habit out of asking your patients on dates?"

"Only the really beautiful ones," he tried charming her with a smile.

She snorted, "You're lucky you're so pretty, buddy, because cockiness like that isn't always attractive."

A wider smile stretched across his face. "You think I'm pretty?"

"Really? That's all you took from that?"

He shrugged and stepped in between her open thighs on the hospital bed. Trailing his hand lightly over her bare thigh, he peered up at her from beneath lashes as he breathed out, "Is that a yes?", his breath fanning against her lips with every word.

Her eyes flickered from his bright blue eyes down to his very kissable lips that were very much within kissing range. She leaned forward, pressing a barely there kiss as she murmured a breathy, "Yes."

That seemed to be all the confirmation he needed because in the second minute he was moving forward and his lips were pressed softly against hers. She gasped at the unexpected contact and he immediately took advantage, tongue swiping into the hot cave of her mouth. After her initial shock, she was kissing him back just as enthusiastically, her tongue meeting his stroke for stroke as her left hand reached up to tangle in his blond curls at the nape of his neck.

However, as quick as it had started, it was ending and Klaus was pulling back softly, pressing one last peck to her lips before smiling down at her.

"What are you doing right after this?" he asked her, a thoughtful look gracing his features.

She puzzled over the strange comment. "Um, home?"

"Could that be delayed slightly?" he asked immediately.

"I guess," she murmured hesitantly. "Why?"

He grinned and with a feather light touch, his fingers trailed down her left arm as he watched the movement intently. He licked his lips, "I find I don't want to wait a few days for our date," he informed her, "So how about a coffee? I know a really decent cafe not too far from here."

She glanced down at his offered hand before placing her left one inside his and shot him a happy smile. "I'd like that."

The Haunted House bit is actually kind of based on my life. Be careful on Halloween.