Sorry it's taken me so long to update! Bit of a short chapter, sorry. Hope you all like it. :)

America, present day

Astoria was in a sort of daze. She was bewildered. Shocked. It seemed impossible now, that she hadn't remembered. How could she have forgotten Kol? He wasn't just some random guy she'd met a hundred years ago or someone she'd seen in passing, he was Kol. She loved him.

Or, she used to, at least. She wasn't really sure how she felt about him now. It was strange to think that for him it must feel like they'd seen each other only the other day since he'd been unconscious for a century, yet she'd lived through the past century with no memory of him or their time together.

She had to find him. He needed to know that she remembered everything. She needed to know how she felt about him now that she was in the know.

But where to start? She hadn't seen Kol in 2 months. She didn't know where he was or what he was doing. If she called him was sure to ignore her call, and this wasn't really something you could do over the phone anyway. It needed to be face to face.

She figured that a good place to start would be to visit his apartment. She wasn't sure if he was even still living there, but it was the only starting point she had after he'd ignored her calls. She stood in front of his door for at least five minutes trying to summon up the courage to knock. What would she even say to him?

She stared at the door with her hand raised in front of her, ready to knock. She hesitated, wondering whether she should just forget the whole thing and go home before pulling herself together and knocking hard on the door three times. If he was in there, there was no way he couldn't have heard it. If no one answered, either he wasn't there or he was ignoring her.

She waited 10, 20 and then 30 seconds, but no one answered the door and she couldn't hear anyone moving inside, not even a shuffle.

Sighing, she turned to leave only to find herself face to face with the reason she was there in the first place.

The sight of him stood right in front of her stirred up butterflies in the pit of her stomach, despite his bleak expression and despite the fact that before Klaus's visit she'd felt nothing but a slight physical attraction to him, it was all that she could do not to wrap her arms around him. He felt so familiar now, she knew him better than she knew anyone. He was the one person in her life that she'd ever been able to be herself with. She'd opened her soul to him, let him explore even the darkest corners of her mind and he'd still loved her.

And she loved him. More than she could stand.

"What are you doing here?" Kol asked her flatly, moving past her to unlock the door.

"I wanted to talk to you." She replied a little hesitantly. She wanted him to know but she wasn't going to do this on the doorstep.

"About?"

"Can I come in?" She asked as he pushed open the door and turned to face her. Her heart sank at the look on his face. He was barely even glancing at her.

What if he didn't want her anymore?

"Do you have to?"

"Yes, it's important."

He sighed and stood aside to let her in. She walked past him into the apartment. She made her way into the living room and stood in the centre of the room wringing her hands together in agitation. She was nervous now. What if he'd moved on and she was nothing but a former lover to him now?

"What is it then?" He asked her as he came into the room. He perched himself on the arm of a chair and looked at her expectantly.

"I remember, Kol." She said slowly, her eyes fixed on his face, gauging his reaction.

"Remember what?" He said without looking at her, sounding thoroughly bored.

"Everything." She replied simply.

His eyes snapped up to meet hers and he stared at her. "What?" He whispered, rising from the arm of the chair and taking a very slow and deliberate step forward.

"I remember everything, Kol."

"How?" He whispered in disbelief, stopping when he was right in front of her.

"Your brother paid me a visit. He said he owed you a favour."

He swallowed, not taking his eyes off her for even a second. He didn't seem to want to look away from her for so much as a moment.

"What does this mean then? For you and me…?"

Astoria took a step forward, closing the space between them, and placed a hand on either side of his face. His arms went around her waist and pulled her into him so that their bodies were flush against each other. Although it was the first time they'd been so close in over a century - excluding the time they'd slept together - she couldn't have felt more comfortable. "Whatever you want it to mean," she murmured before brushing her lips against his.