Caroline switched off the tv with her remote before storming away from the couch of her small apartment, "I can't believe I'm being punished for being a good person," she groans.

Sure, rumors had been going around that this virus was in fact very real but no one had seemed to contract it. No one, until yesterday it seemed when three people in her city had come down with an infection that had been rumored to be that virus. Just now it had been confirmed while she was in the company of her ex, Klaus Mickelson of all the people in the world to be trapped inside with.

"Caroline," his accent uttering her name brought her back from her inner turmoil with a shiver down her spine.

"Well," she draws out the word expressively, "We're trapped in my apartment until further notice. Did you not want me to be upset by that?"

"It wasn't exactly the best reaction I've had to being locked in a tight space with a beautiful woman," Klaus reasons rising from the couch.

He watches her reactions, her eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes incredulously. Klaus knows she can read his intent, to woo the princess and he hope's he doesn't fail. He'd made the biggest mistake of his life four months ago putting so much distance between them without telling her.

Caroling backs up as he invades her space, "No, no no,no, nothing is happening between us," she denies clutching her sweater.

He didn't know how crazy it drove her that she still loved him, or worse, he did. When Klaus left it was easier to hide it, not that the world had many corners to hide in now. She took another secure step back as Klaus moved closer.

"I came from the other side of the world," he begins to explain only to have her cut him off.

She rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms, "You live in New York," the blonde reminds him plainly of why they broke up.

His nose scrunched, "But," he sighs, "I was visiting my sister," he rebukes with a smirk that he knows makes her grin when she doesn't mean to.

Caroline allows him with the tiniest smile to continue, "When I heard of the epidemic spreading closer, I wanted to be here," he explains reaching for her hand, "That must give me points."

He's honestly the most infuriating man, she thinks swatting his affection away, "And now, I could have it Klaus," she shouts at him.

"Did you even think? You could've been infected at the airport," she rambles walking back and forth, "And you show up here. God knows why, and we're trapped."

He smiles, grim as it is, "We're not gonna die," he mutters thinking not when we've barely lived, "I feel fine, get a thermometer. Strip me."

"Seriously, Klaus," Caroline huffs away instead knowing she can't trust herself to touch him just yet, "You know what? Take your own temperature."

"Come back," he laughs loving the flush of pink on her face, "I was teasing. You always liked it before."

He watches her storm through the apartment to her bedroom holding the door open, "Just stay on couch and we won't have a problem," she warns him slamming the door.

She slides down the bedroom door hearing his muffled laugh, knowing that sooner or later Klaus is going to figure out he incurably infected her heart. Caroline's head falls back on the door with a thud, the sound stirring her up onto her feet to lock the door. No, she thinks, he just has to stay on that side of the door, easy peasy right? Right?