TO alternative ending as the name suggest since I am not creative enough to come up with a different one.

Features a KC talk about the events of 4x13 and my interpretation of it through Caroline's eyes, she might be OOC to some so I am sorry about that.

Might actually turn this into a drabble series of its own :)

I hope you like it! leave a comment and enjoy!

He furrowed his brow as he tried to sketch her laugh lines accurately, after all these years he still felt as if he could never capture her quite as he wanted. Even though she insisted that he captured her in an unrealistic way.

He felt her stir in bed next to him and turned his head to look at her protesting the inevitable wake up.

"Close the curtains," she grumbled as she pushed her face into the pillow.

He smiled lightly and put the sketch pad on the drawer next to him, "It's almost 1 p.m. sweetheart, you should be awake by now."

She huffed, "You tired me out Mr. 'one-more-round,'" she answered teasingly, which caused him to smile smugly.

"I don't hear you complaining."

It still amazed him sometimes, how they had finally made it here, to this moment. Seven years ago he was ready to die for his daughter and say goodbye to the woman he had practically promised an eternity too. He felt a pang of guilt at being grateful for having lived, Elijah had taken his place, having called Caroline and asked her to allow him to use her daughters so they can transfer the hollow onto him while Klaus was unconscious.

When Klaus was awoken by the blonde angel currently laying next to him he was more confused than ever, It turns out Elijah had missed his heart by an inch and had Caroline on stan-by to take him aways after Elijah died.

He had been furious when he found out. At Caroline, at his family, at Elijah. He wanted to be the one to save his daughter, he wanted to be the one to die a worthy death, he wanted to take responsibility for his daughter and not be dependent on Elijah, he wanted to be redeemed.

He had yelled all this to Caroline in a fit of rage and of course, she had scoffed and rolled her eyes at his words.

"You're being selfish Klaus," she had said, "Elijah gave you an opportunity to have the one thing you have always desired and here you are, complaining instead of thanking. And I thought you had become someone worthy of another chance, it seems I was wrong."

He had, of course, snarled and huffed and puffed at this, not liking the truths she was spitting out - then again when did he? -until she spat the ultimate truth.

"You say you want redemption? Well let me tell you, you're conception of redemption is just as twisted as Stefan Salvatore's was. You remember him, right? My husband who died on our wedding day because he couldn't handle his guilt," he had stayed silent, not being sure how to respond.

"Death isn't redemption Klaus," she had crossed her arms in a form of protection rather than defensiveness, "Redemption is living and prooving that you are worthy of being redeemed."

She left him alone after that, he worked through his issues, reconnected with his siblings and his daughter. Hope wanted to continue attending the Salvatore School, so after some months they moved back to Mystic Falls. It wasn't necessarily a decision he liked, but he wanted to be close to hope and figured that moving back to his Mystic Falls mansion. Of course, going back to that tedious town came with its benefits, not only was he close to Hope, but he was also close to Caroline.

He would show up at her office every day during her break, she would, of course, pretend to be annoyed and try to throw him out, but he was as persistent as ever. After some time she just stopped and he could tell she began to enjoy his company. They'd laugh, catch up on each other's lives, and even flirt - always keeping Stefan's memory in mind while doing so, after all, she still wore the rings around her neck. This routine continued for two years until one day he noticed something different about her.

He was sitting in the chairs across her desk, as he always did, and she had just entered her office, wearing skinny jeans, short black heels and a short sleeve silk blouse that had the last two buttons undone which would not doubt allow him a peek of her breast is he stood in front of here.

She was leaning against the shut door - expecting him to be there of course - and it was as if she were happier? Younger? Lighter?

"Hi," she had greeted him heaving slightly. He noticed her pink cheeks, she was blushing furiously.

There was something in her eyes too, desire? Lust?

But that wasn't what was different, no he'd seen that in her eyes before, during one of their flirty times, this was something else.

It took him a while to pinpoint what was different, until he saw it, clear as day.

She stopped wearing wedding bands around her neck.

He stood up from the chair slowly, "Caroline?" he asked.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" there was something unsteady about her voice as if it trembled slightly. But not in the way it did when she was sad or afraid, there was huskiness to the voice.

Suffice to say he took the hint.

In a flash, he pressed against, pushing her further against the wall her and pinning her hands above her head. He saw her close her eyes and purse her lips in anticipation of a kiss, he didn't oblige, however. Instead, he bent his neck down and kissed her somewhere else - indeed that blouse allowed him a peek of her breast. He undid the third and fourth button solely with his teeth - a thousand years of practice on corsets served him will - he pressed a kiss to the swell of her breast and sucked the skin lightly, drawing out his hybrid teeth enough to mark her but not harm her.

He could feel her intense gaze on him but ignored it, one he was done sucking and saw the mark form he pressed a gentle kiss on the spot and proceed to kiss all areas of her breast that weren't covered by the bra and started a trail up to her clavicle, and eventually her neck.

"Klaus please," she moaned, he smirked against her neck and quickly turned her around so that her face was pressing against the door.

He made sure to press his erection hard against her backside before leaning into her ear and whispering huskily, "Wrong time,"

"Right equipment," she teased, glancing back at him and smiling, he laughed wholeheartedly and allowed her to turn back around.

He rested his hands on her hips, as she did on his shoulders, and he smiled slightly but fondly at her, "Let me take you on a date."

She brought her hands down to his necklaces, "Pick me up at 9," she whispered, before tugging his necklaces down and claiming his lips.

They had been inseparable ever since.

He looked at her as she tried to get back to sleep, he stood up ad went to his study, looking for a sketchbook that had been filled out long ago, she had organized them all by decade last year when she saw what a mess the trunk he kept them in was, ah yes, there it was.

He smiled in satisfaction and took out the sketchbook that was labeled 2010 - 2011. With a proud huff, he turned around and went back to bet.

He flipped through the books and saw drawing of her, back when they had first met. He saw drawings of the night he met here, drawing of the day of the ball that he hadn't burned, a page was ripped out and he smiled as he remembered why it was like that.

"I sort of might've shredded that picture you drew of me and the pony," she had said sheepishly.

"It was a stallion he corrected," which of course caused her to scoff and go on a rant about how that was "so not the point."

"If you want another sketch there's a couple I could give you," he said, knowing full well she was far too proud to ask for another.

She gave him a smile, the same one she had when she asked him for a prom dress, "Well if you insist."

He continued to flip the pages and saw drawings of the time he chased her out The Grill, the 1920's dance, the days he inhabited Tyler's body, the time she bargained for one of his hybrid's life, the time they went on a date, the day he told her about Dickens and she analyzed his snowflake. When he flipped the page he stopped.

This picture wasn't particularly flattering, it wasn't a highlight in their relationship, it was a dark point in it, perhaps the darkest. But it was still a part of their history.

"What are you thinking of?" she asked as she sat up and let him throw his arm around her so she could snuggle into him. She made a small 'hm' sound when she saw the drawing.

"How did you forgive me?" he asked as he stared intensely at the drawing.

She stayed quiet for a moment before answering, "When I was human all I wanted was for someone to put me first. I was a rebound for Elena to Matt, he would've never put me above her, Tyler chose his revenge to you rather than a life with me and Stefan. Stefan chose Damon and his constant need to be the martyr over whatever happiness he could've had with me."

She sighed and laid her head on his chest, focusing on his heart-beat that was slightly louder than her own due to his wolf side, "I shaped my whole perception in life based on what others said I should think. When I met you, it was the first time I saw someone through my own eyes and judgment rather than forming an opinion based on someone else's perception. I gave you a choice that night, and we both know I manipulated you, but you're a thousand years old Klaus, I wouldn't have been able to manipulate you unless you had let me. So really I gave you a choice, I wouldn't beg for my life, I refused to be indebted to you, that would've made me your prisoner. Instead, I presented facts: put your pride and your ego aside and save me, or lose me forever because you just couldn't put do right by me. You chose me knowing that when I woke up the next day I would go back to Tyler. You chose right," she whispered, placing a kiss on his chest.

She sat up and smiled at him, "I didn't forgive you right away you know, it took some months."

"When did you forgive me?" he asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down so his head would rest on her chest.

Running her fingers through his curls she pressed her lips to the top of his head and answered, "Prom night when you let Tyler go," she revealed, he looked up in record time.

"How did you know about that?"

"Umm, hello… I have super hearing," she said, stating the obvious, "It's the day I let my judgment for you go, the day I admitted we really were similar, and the day I forgave you. That day I realized what it meant to have you choose me first."

"And what did it mean?" he asked, snuggled into her further.

"It meant you would put above everything, even your own selfish need, without expecting something in return," she said, continuing the caress on his curls, "And it meant you saw me as your equal. I know you, Klaus, you would never allow someone such control or influence over you unless you were taking advantage of them," a picture of Cami flashed through his mind, "Or if you saw them 'worthy' of having such power over you," she said, air-quoting the word worthy with her free hand, "Considering you never tried to take advantage of that situation, I can only assume you saw me as worthy of being your equal."

"So you forgave me because I saw you as worthy?" he asked, still slightly confused. The idea of anyone seeing Caroline as anything less than worthy didn't work well with him, and quite frankly surprised him.

"You were the first, and probably the only person to do so," she laughed, silently but fondly, "Matt didn't see me as a worthy enough to stick around for after he found out about my vampirism, Tyler didn't see me as someone worthy of being his main priority, after all, he chose you, and Stefan never saw me as someone worthy of his respect with his constant back and forth on how he felt for me, not to mention consistently making decisions for me as if I were incompetent. Don't get me wrong," she said, taking a break from her long rant, "I loved them all. But you were the first person to choose me, in good times and bad times. You put me first, you thought me worthy, and you made me feel worthy of more, and to the girl who was never the one that meant something, it meant everything."

"Hmm," he said, pressing his face onto her chest and taking a deep breath, looking up he said, "I do, you know, see you as my equal."

She smiled, caressing his cheek and poking one of his dimples slightly, "I know."