Elijah let go his hand, as though it were scorched and stepped back, his face draining of colour.

"How is it possible, it cannot be..." he muttered.

The figure standing over him was thin, wryly, his threadbare clothes blowing in the wind. His face was far from clean, his blonde curls longer, framing his hard cheekbones, pulled back and tied by a piece of string. His face was partially concealed by a thick beard, it hid the hollowness of his jaw, and the blue of his eyes, once so vibrant seemed dimmed, as a watercolour brush dipped in murky water.

Klaus watched him curiously, his head to the side. Elijah stared at him, his mind spinning. He reached out an unsteady hand and touched his brother hesitantly on the arm. Klaus's brow crinkled as he watched the movement, yet, he remained silent. His face was set, expressionless, and Elijah wondered at the man before him. A spectre he was not, yet he was not his brother either.

"You... you are dead." Elijah whispered. Klaus frowned at him.

"Most days, I am sure I agree with you." Klaus said quietly, stepping back as Elijah stood briefly, then sank down onto a wooden crate, unable to tear his eyes from the ghost before him. The sounds and smells around them had faded away, and the two men could not drag their eyes from each other. Elijah was struck by the difference in his brother. Gone was the confident grin, the wicked mischievousness that Niklaus had always possessed, drawing men and women alike. In it's place was a vacancy, a hollow quality that Elijah longed to shake off. His blue eyes were clouded and without expression, his face hardened by the time, the lines more clear, even his form seemed stripped of any softness or comfort.

"I came to find you, in France, I searched for months... I found your name on a list of the deceased. It said you had died of disease. I took your personal possessions back to England" Elijah schooled his voice and spoke into the charged silence. Klaus leant back against the wall of the alley, his eyes drifting occasionally to it's mouth, always watchful. He nodded slightly, before speaking.

"I met an old man in that village... he was dying, and the local authorities were seizing lands from people, who did not have a son present to inherit them. With most of France's sons at war, you see the profit they were making. We swapped identities, so that it would not be revealed that he had died before his son came home..."

"So, you were there, in that village?"

"I believe so, I was there for a while. I told him my identity was more of a burden than a gift, but he was grateful for it at any rate." Klaus said.

"He had your personal possessions...a letter" At these words, Elijah saw a muscle tick in his brother's jaw, a flash of a memory come over his face, before the blankness returned.

"There have been a great many letters over the years, more than I can count, to be honest."

"Why did you not send any?" Klaus looked at Elijah steadily, unblinking, and Elijah saw it them, the chasm of emptiness that yawned there, in those eyes.

"Why did you come for me, brother?" Klaus's voice, sounding almost like a stranger in it's tone, pulled him back, as his hollow eyes searched his.

"Because, you are a free man... your name is clear" Elijah said, clearing his throat, and his eyes absorbed with this Klaus, this new man who seemed to familiar, yet so changed at the same instant.

Klaus took the news quietly, showing barely a sign of the significance of the news, and Elijah was unable to tell if his brother cared or not.

"In that case, why are we sitting in this alley, let us go and have a drink somewhere a little nicer, at your expense of course." Klaus joked, his laugh bitter and devoid of emotion as he went to one of the bodies, pulling Elijah's money and other stolen pieces from his pocket, scraping the filthiness off them.

"I cannot" Elijah said, getting to his feet, and attempting to restore order to his clothes. He felt his reason start to return. His brother was not dead. It was real apparently, Elijah swung his coat over his soiled clothes, feeling chilled to the bone. Klaus straightened out the papers in his hand and glanced at his brother.

"Why not? Sick of my company already?" he teased, cocking an eyebrow at him. Elijah looked uncomfortable for a moment. He wondered how to tell him, how to break the news, that at this moment he was closer to his wife than he had been for years. His former wife, he corrected himself. Elijah had reported his death in England.

"Niklaus... Caroline is here." at his words, Klaus froze. His whole body tensed as if awaiting an attack.

"Why?" he asked, and even as he did, he registered the paper in his hands. Tickets, so similar to the ones she had ripped up, so many years ago on these very docks, and thrown to the wind. He separated them out. Seven tickets.

"You are going to America?" he asked, raising his eyes to his brothers face. Elijah nodded slowly. His mind was already racing to Klaus's next question. Ellie. What could he say? He wondered madly. It was not his secret to tell, it was Caroline's. How would Klaus react, to finding out he had missed the first 4 years of his daughters life?

"Who goes on this trip?" Klaus asked, leaning back against the wall, folding his arms over his chest, his nonchalance heartbreaking.

"Caroline, Katherine. We are engaged. Kol and Bonnie, who are married. Rebekah goes to wed Damon in New York. We will not return Niklaus." Elijah saw the indifference in Klaus's face, and wondered how he could keep his reactions so hidden.

"That is only six" he said, his voice hard, uncaring, casual almost. Elijah made a decision, and he did not know if it was the right one, only it was the only that felt right at that moment.

"Tyler Lockwood travels with us." Elspeth was between Caroline and Klaus, and he could not involve himself. The only reaction from his brother was a tensing of his shoulders, yet his eyes told Elijah that it was not heard easily however, then Klaus smirked, his smile too knowing.

"It is not in the capacity you think, however. Tyler Lockwood just happens to be returning to America. He travels with us coincidently." Klaus laughed hollowly.

"I am sure" he snorted, looking down, and shaking his head slightly.

"What I mean to say... is that they are not together. Caroline and he. There is no one in her life. No one since you. She is alone." Elijah said. Klaus suddenly turned away from him, pushing off the wall.

"Stop, tell me no more. It is not a subject I wish to discuss. You know what I promised."

"A promise made in the heat of desperation and heartbreak. Surely now, you can see more clearly. She still loves you, Niklaus. She doesn't blame you" Elijah stepped closer, trying to reach him, this forbidding man before him.

"Stop" Klaus warned, his voice threatening silkily.

"Come with us. Start again in the new world with us. We leave this very hour. This meeting is meant to be, brother, and I have never believed in fate." Klaus turned away, and Elijah saw for a moment, a slight tremble in his hands as he held it up, a plea for silence.

Klaus stood, presenting his indifferent back for a while, before turning, his smirk back in place.

"Don't, brother, I know you mean well, and I thank you for it. But, I have made my peace with my decision... long ago. I am not the man you knew. I cannot go back, and pretend as though the last four years have not happened." As his last word was spoken, a loud blast shook the dock, and Elijah glanced toward the mouth of the alley. It was their ship, the long process of boarding had begun and everyone would be waiting for him. He turned back to Klaus.

"I cannot leave you here, I cannot walk away from you... brother, you are alive, it is a miracle. We cannot part again. I cannot return to Caroline without you, when you are mere metres away..." Elijah pleaded, yet even as he did he could see the resolve forming in Klaus's blue eyes.

"That part of my life is over. It is finished. Let her believe me to be dead. Let her forget me. And you should too." Klaus said, his voice remote, and Elijah had never quite heard such finality before.

"Why?" Elijah asked, suddenly angry, furious at this unreachable stranger with his brothers eyes.

"Because... I made a promise, the only one I've ever kept, the only one that has ever mattered..." he trailed off, and for a fraction of a second, Elijah saw him, his brother, more lost and broken than he had ever been.

"It's all I have..." Klaus finished.

"Not true, you have us, your family... you have her..."

"I lost you all years ago... when I ran, when I didn't come back, when Mikael -" he drifted off again, before turning toward the mouth of the alley.

"It looks like our reunion will be cut short brother, your ship is preparing to depart." he said, his tone once again ice cold.

Elijah felt frustration and anger rise up in him, and prompted by another blast from the ship, he turned and started toward the entrance of the alleyway. Seeing the ship before him, people swarming up the gangplank, already waving down to loved ones on the dock, he turned back briefly.

"If it is over, then why are you here? Why come to England?" he asked. Klaus looked at him, his face twisted with such sadness. Their eyes held for a long moment.

"Elijah! Where have you been, come, let us not miss the boat as we stand beside it." Kol's voice called, and Klaus looked eagerly, before he caught himself, and stepped back into the shadow. Elijah lingered a moment more, unable to accept that he must leave him behind. Taking a final deep breath, he called,

"Take care brother." and turned and stepped out into the sunshine beyond the alley.

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The fire of the inn was warm, and he drank deeply. It was quiet inside, the sound of the nearby ship loading was deafening. Elijah would be on it by now, no doubt. He couldn't stand and watch them depart. He watched the flames weaving in and out, and he comforted himself that he had done the right thing, kept his promise. He shifted his back against the rough hewn pillar he sat behind, the instinct to stay hidden too ingrained to change now. It was getting colder, and he wondered where he might go next. Somewhere warm maybe, to wait out the Winter. He thought of the warm halls of Westmere, huge fireplaces and soft beds. Empty now, always empty...

"We will not return" Elijah's voice haunted him as he sat there. He pushed it from his mind, and focused back on his surroundings, the present.

He pondered his status as a free man, realising what it meant. He was free. He could go home. He could go back to Westmere, though, even as the thought occurred, he knew he never would. There was only so much pain one soul could take.

In the time he had been away, his intentions to stay away from Caroline for her own benefit had never been tested, because he could not return. Now though, now... only his will to do right by her remained. The resolve to keep his promise had been his only protection over the years, the only thing to cling on to, the certainty that his exile was giving her a better life. The loneliness and pain of separation had hardened around his heart, the knowledge that she must hate him, for breaking all his promises, for leaving her alone, a wall of emptiness, a wall that made his heart unreachable, untouchable, and after long enough, unfeeling, so far that he couldn't remember what it felt like to beat.

"I am not sure where it might be, she probably dropped it in the sea." an irritated voice came from behind him, so achingly familiar, he couldn't move, as all his attention leapt to it.

"I am sure she didn't, it is her favourite." the next voice spun his world off it's axis. It was soft, calm, beautifully melodic. It was the voice of his dreams, and he held his breath.

"Well, we can buy her a new one, in New York, they have horses there, do they not?" a light tinkling sound, her laugh.

"Yes, of course, but this one is special. Go, I shall only be a moment, I want to check properly" Caroline said, waving Rebekah away with her hand. Klaus turned his head slightly to the side, from behind his hiding place. He saw her, his beautiful sister, her head held high, sweeping out of the inn. Suddenly, from directly behind him, he heard the scrape of a chair on the wooden floor boards. He slowly stood, hiding his body behind the wide pillar, waiting with baited breath.

"Excuse me, sir" Caroline suddenly said, right beside him. His heart pounded wildly, and he prepared to speak.

"Yes, my Lady, can I help you?" another man said, the innkeeper.

"I seem to have misplaced a small wooden horse, a child's toy" Caroline was saying, as Klaus steadied his trembling hands against the splintered wood of the pillar.

"I am afraid I have not seen it" the man was saying, and before he knew it, Caroline was thanking him kindly, and walking away. As she passed, he could swear he could smell her. She passed by and he turned his head, his eyes burned, itching for a glimpse of her. She started to move into his line of sight, when he was suddenly bump hard from behind. Turning he saw a man had bumped against him whilst trying to pass. He stepped away to allow him to pass, and turned back around his eyes going to the door, but it was too late, she was gone.

He sat down again slowly, his mind far away. He shifted uncomfortably on the bench, and heard a scraping sound. Lifting his foot, he saw the object that had fallen, caught between his foot and the wall, and doubtlessly the object they had been searching for.

Before he even had the chance to rest back, he was up and moving toward the doorway. He didn't stop to question the instinct, all he knew was that his feet were beyond his control. If he could see her, replace the last image he had of her, lying in a room scented by her blood, then he could fulfil his promise, he told himself, as he slowly, cautiously walked toward the docks in front of the ship.

He looked around, and saw her nowhere. Just as well, he told himself, shading his eyes against the murky sun, and starting to turn back to the inn, glancing down at the object he held.

Suddenly, his eyes were suddenly drawn to a bonnet, holding a cloud of blonde hair in place. She was walking up the gangplank of the ship. He moved closer, as though lured by a spell. Her back moved steadily upwards, and he longed for her face, if only she would turn for a moment. As she reached the top, he saw her join his sister. Rebekah, he swallowed hard. They moved away, her back still to him. He watched until the very top of their heads disappeared. The boat let off further blasts. The dock started to clear out, as people waved goodbye and then drifted away. The gangplank was removed and stowed. Klaus stood as still as a statue, rooted to the spot, held in place by some force he could not understand. He watched as families and couples moved away from the railings, going to the front of the ship to watch the waves break.

The ship held everything that had ever mattered to him in the world, everything that had been good, and watching it start to sail away he felt a pressure against the wall inside. Years in building, years of loneliness and solitude, years of torturous memories and dashed dreams, years of overwhelming pain, and in mere hours, it was shaken.

He slowly shook himself, looking down, moved his feet. It was painful. He had finally let her go, like he should have years before.

He was about to turn away, to go back to his drink, and many, many more and his cold empty bed, when a glimmer of pale gold pulled him. He shaded his eyes again and looked up.

Her bonnet had flown off in the wind and she was laughing and grabbing it. Her figure was slight, as her pale dress flew out in all directions. She faced the wind and let her hair fly out behind her, her body pressed into the rail for balance. Katherine was behind her, gathering up the heavy golden mass and pulling the hat back on. Their lips were moving, and they were smiling, he could almost imagine their jokes. Katherine finished tying it, and moved away. Caroline remained at the rail, and leant her arms over it, looking down at the dock.

He froze, unable to move, unable to take his eyes of her. His love, his light, his everything. She was everything he remembered and more, standing in the wind and the last rays of light. She spread her fingers, and he watched her letting them trail through the air, the fine sea spray. Her gaze seemed to linger on the dock, and he wondered if she was standing there, alone, thinking of him, as he was of her. Remembering that fateful day when she had decided to stay with him, when she had chosen him. He wondered if it made her sad, if it was the most regrettable decision she had ever made.

Suddenly, as relentlessly as magnets pulling together, her eyes found his. He felt as though lightening had struck him, the force of that impact was so great. The boat started to moved away, and she gripped the railing for support. She stared at him, and he stared right back, moving toward the boat as it left the dock, maintaining the distance between them. Her face was confused, and her eyes wide as they moved over his face, his body, up and down, over and over, unable to believe he was truly there.

The boat let off further bursts of horn and he reached the edge of the land. He looked up, unable to tear his eyes away. She moved a hand to her cheek, and he realised she must be crying. Caroline continued to watch him, and he continued to watch her back. Her face was less distinct now, he could see less. Her features disappeared, and became a blur. The ship was moving out into the open sea. He stayed there, until the end, when the vessel was only a small dot on the horizon. He stayed there even after darkness had fallen, and the waves were glimmering under the moon.

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"Where were you?!" Caroline cried as she sat on a chair in Katherine's room. Her eyes were swollen and red, her cheeks pale, her lips still bloodless. Elijah paced in front of her, his expression tight and withdrawn. He came to a stop before her and sighed, his eyes already pained at the news he had to impart.

"Did... did you see him?" Caroline whispered, her hands trembling as she accepted a glass of Scotch from Kol, the ice clinking furiously.

"I did" Elijah confirmed, drawing shocked looks from the entire company.

"You saw Nik? He is alive?" Rebekah breathed, sinking on the the bed, looking shaken to her core. Kol placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Tell us, Elijah" Caroline said quietly. She waited, her heart quaking. She had seen him, standing on the dock, and her entire world had once again fallen apart. At first, as she gazed at the place she had made the best decision, taken the greatest leap of faith in her life. She had almost been able to see them there, standing in the blowing wind, her torn ticket fluttering around them, the way he had gripped her hand to his heart, and promised to become a better man for her. The moment where she had stopped fighting her love for him, and embarked on the most important journey she would ever take. Her eyes had seen her memories of herself, young and scared, gradually fade, as the shore started to move away, yet, he remained. His tall form, his serious gaze, wicked blue eyes, they stayed. As the ship moved under her, she saw that he was no memory, and unless she had truly lost all reason, he was real.

He was truly standing before her, older, more worn, sadder... yet real.

"I was involved in an altercation, at a common room, explaining the sad state of my attire. Niklaus, stepped in, when I was bested." Katherine made a noise of alarm, looking over her uncharacteristically dishevelled fiance.

"You spoke to him..." Caroline murmured, the truth of the whole situation sinking in. Elijah looked away from her pained face, and nodded. Kol made a noise of exclamation.

"Well, brother, surely you told him, that his name is cleared... that he could return..." Kol said, a hint of desperation in his tone.

"I did." Elijah said, dropping his head at the silence fell in the aftermath of that news.

"Well, he must not have understood you properly... he must have misheard" Rebekah said weakly, quieting as Elijah simply looked at her, his face blank.

"No, he heard... he understood" Elijah whispered. Caroline listened, her face emotionless, though inside her it felt as though a storm was brewing, she wrapped her arms around herself, as though to stave off a sudden cold.

"But, did you tell him where we were going?" Kol said adamantly, unable to accept that Klaus would not seize the first opportunity to come home.

"I did, brother. He knows we will not return from America." Elijah said. The tension in the room was punctuated with such sadness, that Caroline could not stand it. It was directed at her, their sympathy, their guilt over their own brothers actions. She stood up, and straightened her dress, feeling a calmness creep over her. Aware that every eye was on her, she turned to Elijah.

"Does he know... about Ellie?" She asked.

"No, Ellie is not my news to tell... I did not want to overstep my bounds..." Elijah said quietly. Caroline nodded.

"Thank you. I am relieved." she said. As she started toward the door.

"Caroline? Where are you going?" Rebekah called, still in shock.

"To prepare my daughter for dinner." Caroline said calmly, and stilled only when she saw the tear run down her sister's cheek. Of course, for he was their brother. She was not the only one who the news affected so.

"Rebekah... Klaus is alive... it is a happy day" she said slowly.

"But- " Kol began.

"Kol, make no excuses for him. He has lived another life, since we saw him last, and we cannot begin to imagine it. If he doesn't want me anymore... then no amount of tears can change that" She said, the words like a bitter draft sliding down her throat. Elijah stood up and walked to her.

"Caroline, you cannot mean that... he loves you still, I saw it, nothing has ever been more evident. He is doing what he thinks is best - "

"And removing my choices from me, once again. Leaving me alone, as he promised he never would. Elijah, please, do not – I am so... incredibly tired of crying over one man. He is alive, and it is enough." she murmured.

"Is it truly enough?" Elijah called out to her, making her pause on the threshold.

"Perhaps not today... or tomorrow... but it shall be... one day." she said, her mask of calm slipping for a moment, before she turned and left the room.

"Why did you not tell Nik about Ellie?" Rebekah demanded angrily as she watched the door close.

"Because.. dear sister, Caroline needs to feel that he came for her... not for any other reason." Elijah said quietly.

"But... he did not come" Katherine said.

"Exactly" Elijah said, softly, his heartbreaking anew for his the women who had become a sister to him, who had lost too much and waited too long for the man she loved to return to her. A man who never would.

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The endless sea, the certainty of the sunrises and sunsets, and the colours they painted on the water, became a way for Caroline to block out the pain in her heart. And Elspeth. It took a few days for her family to return to normal around her. Once again they laughed, and joked, played together. But they never mentioned his name, it was as though he had died all over again.

Caroline did not allow herself to think about him, except at night, when the full moon hung low over the shining water, and the blackness all around threatened to swallow her whole, she let her mind linger over him. He was alive, it should be enough. He was alive, somewhere in the world... it should be enough. If he didn't want her anymore, or need her, if his heart was empty of her, after all the suffering that it had endured, perhaps it was the price she had to pay, to know he was well. Love like theirs cost too much. She had always known it, and had seen first hand how it destroyed families... and in the end she too became a victim of her own passion, her parents madness. She reached into the drawer beside her bed. Quietly, so as not to wake Ellie, she withdrew a worn letter, practically falling apart with age.

Dear Caroline,

Sometimes, in the night, when the stars shine at me so innocently, I dream of you, I long for you, I burn for you... yet, when the morning comes, and with it the realisation that love like ours... cannot exist in this world. Together, we burn too brightly, we draw the wrath of some dark power. I was never fated to be happy, to be whole, and you were punished for it, my sweetheart.

The letter was left unfinished there, and Caroline had carried it with her, since the day Elijah had returned with the news of his death, his last words to her. Whither he had expected her to read it, was unlikely, yet she gripped those words to her, cherished them. Now, however, she saw in them the resolve to stay away more clearly than ever. He had made a decision, he thought it was right, but he was blind. She pushed down the small voice in her mind that whispered that he would come, that he could not stay away forever, that he would join them, that he couldn't forget her, their love, so easily.

But, she knew that he wouldn't. He had made this choice, and he was so resolute to sticking to it, he had stood and watched his entire family sail to a new country, with no plans of return. He had made another life, and his old one, the one he had shared with her... was over. She heard his words in her dreams, promises to stay by her side, promises that she would never be alone again. They felt like poison to her now. He had always taken away her choices, and she had always forgiven him, blinded by love. She could not forgive him in this though... for because of his choice, his decision, her daughter would never know her father. Caroline lay, these thoughts whirling through her mind, yet her eyes stayed dry. She had been earnest with Elijah before, that she was finished crying for him, finished mourning him, finished missing him. She had to be, or risk going mad.

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It had been a surprise no doubt, as he strolled the docks that morning, deciding where the wind should blow him next, resisting the urge to travel to the capital. The tall stride, upright carriage had caught his eye and he had felt something there was so familiar, he had been drawn to seeing the man's face. He had followed him into the common room, and kept to the shadows, now as natural habit as breathing. The man had ordered and his voice had sent Klaus back, years into his past. Elijah. His older brother. His family. It was unmistakeably him, yet his face seemed different. Older, more serious, if that was possible. Klaus realised that they must have all changed, himself included, but to see the evidence of it here before him, made him feel in parts of himself that had long been forgotten. He had been about to leave. It was too dangerous. Despite the fact he might endanger Elijah by approaching him, there was the danger of... news.

Of not being able to resist knowing about all of them, his family... and about her. How could he go on not knowing about her, when a source of information stood before him. Yet to know, was to want and he could hardly stop himself from travelling to London or Westmere to see her... in secret, from the shadows, winning a few more images to replace the tattered ones in his memory.

Then the two men had approached him, and Klaus had had no choice. He had tried to hold back from the fight, but in the end stepped in.

After watching Caroline leave, after seeing her again, after so long, it had awoken something inside him. He had thought he had been too broken, his heart too hardened by utter loneliness and despair to begin to beat again, now, after so long. At first, it felt akin to an attack of some sort. A curious dizziness, a rush of blood to his head. He had almost staggered off the docks and back to his inn, the wooden toy in his hands gripped fast. Falling onto his bed, he had gasped for breath, and felt his entire being shudder. His throat closed, making the passage of air difficult, his hands trembled. His head spun, and behind his closed eyes, she was all he could see. Her hesitant smile, the pain in her eyes, the disbelief.

She had believed him to be dead. He felt the impact of that, as an accusation. He had not thought, when he gave up his identity that it was possible, that Elijah would find a record of his death. Even in his absence, he continued to hurt her.

"There is no one in her life. No one since you. She is alone." Elijah said

The word were insidious, as they blew holes in his reserve, as they wriggled inside his heart, as a maggot in an apple, and destroyed his resolve. She was alone, she had not married again, had not fallen in love again. Perhaps she loved him still, though he wondered how it could be possible, after everything he had cost her.

The questions kept him awake each night, and hounded him all day.

It drove him to drink and ultimately must have contributed to what happened next.

Perhaps it was fate intervening, he could not say for sure. The sailors he had met, at first it had been fun to discuss his various sea adventures with them, relive some simpler days. Settling at the fire most evenings, not able to leave Liverpool quite yet for some reason, he had enjoyed his captive audience, he who had been alone so long. His first mistake was telling of his former navy debacles, the second had been telling them his real name.

Could he have fought harder? He wondered. Escaped in the night, for no one would come after him, that he knew. He had served his time in the Navy, surely no one would argue that. But with the unfinished unease in Europe and the War with America dragging on, Britain needed men and somehow he had ended up onboard before he had even realised it. Well, he rationalised, what was one more battle, once more to the guns and the canons, once more into the breech. It mattered not that it would take him across the sea, far from home, for he had none. He was a feather blown in the wind, and he would follow that breeze, and not look back. He ignored the voice that whispered that the only home he'd ever known was somewhere on this sea, moving closer each day. He ignored the voice that whispered

"There is no one in her life. No one since you. She is alone."

He ignored that way the words made that wall around his heart tremble slightly, more and more each day. He ignored the way the child's toy in his pack called to him, as he spent the long hours of the voyage turning it over in his hands, staring at it. He stood on the deck, most nights, listening to the sea, the air freezing, and he welcomed it, he needed it, to feel cold and remote, to keep his heart frozen. He looked ahead, into the darkness, as his destination drew closer. America.

If anyone is interested in the history, Klaus is headed for the battle of New Orleans (ironic huh?)