Klaroline AU Week: Day 1 – All Human

Thanks to the lovely livingdeadblondequeen and klauscarolove for the title : )

When Caroline Forbes finds herself in jail late one Friday night she didn't think it could get any worse until she meets her arrogant cellmate, Klaus Mikaelson.

Folsom Prison Blues

"Well isn't this a sight for sore eyes," he whistled, as she flopped down on the wooden bench, her back hitting the cold concrete wall behind her. "I never thought I'd see the Cheer Captain incarcerated."

"I'm not the Cheer Captain," she bit out, refusing to meet his gaze. She was actually Vice Captain, not that she'd give him the satisfaction of being almost right.

"Well, I'm not surprised what with that attitude," he teased. "Where's your pep, your energy and more importantly where are those spirit fingers?"

"I'm not in the mood," she growled, inching further away from him. Could this night get any worse? It was bad enough she'd been arrested and confined to a cell in the local police station, this arrogant ass was just the cherry on top of a bad day.

"Oh come on love, I've been by myself for the past three hours, the least you could do is provide me with some conversation," he said. "I promise, I don't bite." Caroline wasn't quite sure she believed that.

It was at that point she turned her head, taking in his appearance. Even in his ripped Ramone's T-Shirt and the beginnings of a black eye there was no doubting he was gorgeous.

"My mother told me never to converse with strangers," she shot back.

"She probably also told you not to do anything illegal, but obviously that advice went straight out the window." Caroline sighed unable to stop herself. "I think I hit a nerve. Let me guess mommy issues?"

"Well, I have her to thank for your charming company so I'd say there are definitely issues."

"Your own mother turned you in to the police?"

"No dumbass," she growled. "My mother, who happens to be the Sheriff in a small town, decided it was best for me to stay the night and learn my lesson rather than bail me out."

"And I thought I had problems."

"Well, we've all got problems. I'd really prefer not to hear all about your drunken bar brawl."

"Why do you assume I was in a fight?"

"Well, between the ripped shirt and black eye it's just a little hunch I have."

"Have you been checking me out, love?" He asked, sending her a cheeky grin. She could feel her cheeks flush, hoping it wasn't as obvious as it felt.

"No, you wish," she groaned. "Although maybe you should learn to control your temper and then you wouldn't end up in these types of situations."

"Who needs your Sheriff mother here to lecture me when I have you?" He joked. "Are you always this stuck up or am I just lucky?"

"Yeah, it's your lucky night," Caroline huffed, turning her back on him purposely and placing her legs on the bench drawing them towards her so her chin was resting on her knees.

If she was being honest, his close proximity was unnerving her and not in a bad way. Caroline really wasn't quite sure how to handle it. But even with her back turned, she could still smell the spicy scent of his aftershave and feel the heat emanating from his body. She shook her head trying to remove the untoward thoughts he was causing.

"You're no fun," he teased. "You know it could be worse, we could be stuck in Folsom Prison."

"Huh?"

"Oh come on, you're telling me you've never heard of the song? Johnny Cash, the man in black? And you call yourself an American."

"I don't call myself an American, I am one."

"You know, I'm finding it increasingly difficult to believe that someone as highly strung as you broke the law."

"I did break the law," she spluttered, struggling not to turn and confront him knowing he was baiting her to do exactly that.

"So if that's the case then, humour me," he replied. "What exactly did you do, princess?"

"Break and enter," she shot back, nonchalantly. "And don't call me Princess."

"Well it's a little difficult when I don't know your name, love."

"Don't call me that either."

"Well you're not giving me too many options, little Miss Break and Enter," he joked. "So where exactly did this supposed crime take place?" She remained silent in response knowing this was one story she didn't want to tell him of all people. "You can't just say that and leave me hanging like this."

"Oh I can and I will," she promised.

"I'm a lawyer you know, so just consider this legal advice."

"You're a lawyer?" she asked, turning around in disbelief.

"Well, in about two years when I get my degree," he clarified. "So you can consider my counsel free of charge."

"How kind of you," she snorted. For some reason Caroline's interest was piqued, plus it wasn't like she'd ever see him again. "Fine, I was arrested by Penn State campus police after they found me in this guy's dorm room."

"Well, last time I checked messing around with your boyfriend isn't against the law, no matter how kinky you like it," he chuckled, winking at her knowingly.

"He's not my boyfriend," she shot back defensively, not sure why she was so determined to clarify that fact to him. "Matt's the captain of the football team and wasn't actually there at the time."

"Oh I get it, you're obsessed with him," he concluded. "It's okay, your little secret is safe with me."

"I'm not obsessed," she growled. "If you must know I'm pledging Alpha Delta Pi Sorority and was dared to take something belonging to him…" she trailed off, wondering why she felt the need to overshare especially with someone this good looking, even if he was an ass.

"Oh come on love, you've got me on the edge of my seat here," he smiled, leaning forward in anticipation. She closed her eyes momentarily, trying to ignore how kissable his crimson lips looked up this close.

"His underwear, alright," she admitted, the blush from before nothing on the burning sensation she felt ripping through her cheeks.

"You stole some jock's underwear? My night just got a whole lot better," he grinned, rubbing his hands together gleefully.

"I'm so glad you're enjoying my misery," she mumbled. "The worst part is the cops caught me before I could even get his underwear, so it was all for nothing."

"You're sitting in a jail cell and that's the worst part of this whole scenario?"

"No, you're right," she grumbled. "The worst part about this situation is having to spend it in a confined space with you."

"Well, I think you can breathe easy, love," he smirked, disarming her with those dimples again. "I can't see you doing hard time for underwear theft."

"I'm so glad I told you all of this," she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'll never understand why people are so desperate to belong so feel the need to do stupid dares in order to do it. But if it helps, I'd be happy to give you my underwear instead."

"And this night just keeps on getting better," she baulked. "If this is your pathetic way of flirting with me, I'm not at all interested."

"Hey, I was just trying to help out a Sorority sister. Wow, with that hostility it's no wonder your mother left you here for the night."

"Oh because you're an angel. I'm curious why an aspiring lawyer would risk a police record all for the sake of a stupid fight."

"Maybe it was worth it, did you ever think of that?" He asked quietly, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.

"I'm not sure any kind of fighting is worth it," she offered, wondering what had caused his sudden change in demeanour.

"I suppose that's where we beg to differ then," he murmured, his eyes still firmly closed.

"Mikaelson!" Caroline looked over noticing a policeman leaning against the bars of their cell. "You're free to go." She felt almost disappointed to hear those words come out of his mouth.

"Don't tell me my judgy brother decided to bail me out?"

"No, the charges have been dropped," the officer explained. "Turns out protecting someone from their abusive boyfriend is considered heroic these days and not criminal. I'm just sorry it took so long to get this whole mess cleared up, son."

"I'm no hero," he muttered, his gaze now firmly downward.

"I'll just get your paperwork ready." After he left the cell was deathly silent, Caroline trying to process what she'd just heard and thinking how judgemental she'd been. She could have kicked herself for her stupidity and decided to notch it up on her long list of regrets from that day. She inhaled deeply knowing she had to make this right.

"I misjudged you, I'm so sorry," she began slowly. "What you did was…"

"It wouldn't be the first time someone's misjudged me," he interrupted, knowingly. "Anyway, it was nothing anyone else wouldn't have done in the same circumstances."

"I'm not sure I could have done that," she murmured.

"No, you would have just taken his underwear instead," he teased, the deep frown on his face now replaced by a playful smile.

"You mean tried to take his underwear," she laughed. "I obviously need to work on my skills in that area."

"More than happy for you to try them out on me," he grinned. "I'd let you steal my underwear anytime, there's no need to break the law."

"As much as I hate to interrupt this sweet moment," the officer joked, watching them with interest. "Are you ready to go?"

"I think I might stay here a little longer," he murmured, his lips curving into a sly smile.

Caroline never knew jail could be so fun.