AN: Posted on tumblr for Day 4 of klarolineauweek - Fusion/Crossovers.

Klaroline, Twin Peaks style, because it's au week and I can :) Also, Klaus is like 27-28 in this story and Caroline is 18, plus it may seem confusing sometimes and with no sense at all but…well, it still doesn't even compare to pure abstractive goodness on crack that is Twin Peaks.

Hope you'll enjoy it!


'There are clues everywhere — all around us. But the puzzle maker is clever. The clues, although surrounding us, are somehow mistaken for something else. And the something else — the wrong interpretation of the clues — we call our world. Our world is a magical smoke screen. How should we interpret the happy song of the meadowlark, or the robust flavor of a wild strawberry?'

Log Lady, season 2, episode 20, Twin Peaks.


Crossing the town border, the surroundings made of sleepy landscapes and vast dark forests looming over, Special Agent Klaus Mikaelson was far from amused. Actually, he was seething in frustration at FBI Director that had dared to assign him to this particular case, only explanation that it needed to be dealt with fast and Klaus was the agent to do it.

Klaus imagined what a great pleasure it would be to tell the director what he thought of this appreciation in colorful detail, yet going on to tell his boss, who just happened to be his older brother, would certainly earn him a scornful unimpressed glare from Elijah, not to mention grant him a few weeks of probation.

Probation did not sound so bad at this moment.

Having reached town's main street, he parked his car and got out with his carry-on bag, took a look around, trying to spot the only motel in this godforsaken place. What he spotted though, was a police station – he needed to get there later for his meeting with the town's sheriff – and a gorgeous girl walking out of it.

He admired her for a moment, long blond curls bouncing with every determined step she took, her bearing tenacious, eyes blazed with fury. Klaus watched as she got into the car parked right outside the station, slammed the door with force and sped off with roar of the engine. He stood in place for a couple of minutes, deep in thought, only to shrug it off, embarrassed and stride towards the motel that was located almost opposite the police station.

He checked in, dodging nosy questions of the middle-aged receptionist that welcomed him and climbed dangerously steep stairs to his room on the third floor. On his way there, he passed by an elder man and was even polite enough to greet him, though the only response he got was some incoherent mutterings.

Closing the door, Klaus rested his bag on the bed, which was clad in the ugliest coverlet he had ever seen, and that was saying something considering he'd been a witness to his mother's disastrous attempts at crocheting as a child.

He dug his voice recorder out of the bag and sat on the bad, contemplating the view outside the window as he gathered his thoughts. During investigation, he liked to document his speculation and comments on the subject matter in some way and this proved to be the most efficient. Even if some of his co-workers tended to joke that it was because he enjoyed the sound of his own voice so much.

Nevertheless, he kept on doing it and more than once, replaying his commentary to himself allowed him to see the error of his ways or simply nudged him in the correct direction. Also, what amused most people was that he addressed the recorder with the name he made up but who could really blame him? He didn't like the notion that he was talking to himself.

"Diane, I am sorry to report that the town of Mystic Falls most certainly will not be a personal favourite of mine. It is small, in the middle of nowhere, forgotten by civilization place where a receptionist at the motel I'm staying in actually asked me if I had one of those 'cellar' phones so I could call for help when I hit trouble finding a murderer. And no, I am not the least offended by the clear lack of faith in my skills stemming from that question."

Klaus took a deep breath, reining in the annoyance he felt, despite his words, at the woman.

"The only ray of sunshine seemed to be this girl I've seen outside of police station. Let me tell you, Diane, had you seen the legs on this woman, you would've said so yourself. And this blond hair, I mean, what a remarkable shade, I would love to paint her. Plus, she had this…air about her, never mind who killed that incessant teenager, that girl is the real mystery here…" he paused, realizing he had gone too far off topic, he was assigned to this case, after all and however appealing the blond was, he needed to focus on solving it and getting the hell out of here.

On the second thought, though…this was the type of town where everyone knew everybody. So if he was lucky enough – and Klaus always was – he would get to meet this girl sooner rather than later, simply because of his investigation.

"And who knows, Diane," he mused, "if all goes well and I have it my way, I might even get her before I crack this case open."


The leaves rustled heavily on the wind, sun masked behind greyish clouds as Klaus was slowly walking towards Mystic Falls High School. The more time Klaus spent here, the more he felt the overbearing, almost oppressive atmosphere of the town, sizzling with tension hidden just underneath the surface, ready to burst.

He supposed it had everything to do with the murder of young sweet Elena Gilbert. Klaus had been in this place for less than a week but already formed a picture of who the victim was, or at the very least, who everyone he talked to painted her to be. A high school sweetheart. Loving daughter. Dedicated resident. Found dead at the falls, eyes wide opened in fear, body stuffed in a bag crouched in a weird angle.

The crime that heinous, felt so much worse as it was committed on someone who was perceived to be so innocent. Adding to that, the horrifying awareness that all the residents of Mystic Falls carried - that it could have been, even had to be someone they knew, their neighbor, the shop assistant, the teacher in high school where their kids went.

He had interviewed the family, closest neighbours and the boyfriend, Matt Donovan, the quarterback, Klaus thought, cringing at the cliché it all was as he entered the school and navigated through its hollow corridors. It was turn to interrogate the victim's friends, one of them being the gorgeous blond he'd seen the first day.

Caroline Forbes, Elena Gilbert's best friend, sheriff's daughter. High school senior. Head cheerleader.

She was fucking eighteen.

Though that didn't stop him from having some very explicit dreams starring her as a lead and him following her every order. Who fought he had it in him to be submissive? Though later he would take his revenge ravishing her, spread hopelessly before him, begging to take mercy on her and make her come.

That was not the appropriate time to relive those dreams.

At the headmaster's office, he asked the secretary to summon Miss Forbes for him, the woman glancing at him with open approval. She didn't even request to see his badge, though that was probably more due to the fact that the word of his arrival had spread already.

Few minutes later, he heard a loud clicking of heels reverberating across the hall and Caroline appeared, along with the secretary.

The girl was wearing a mini skirt, flowing around her lean legs and a white buttoned up shirt, with two top buttons undone, revealing just enough so you could see her collar bones. She seemed to look quite innocent, if not for the mischievous glint he saw in her eyes as she raked him over brazenly.

Clearing his throat, he turned to the secretary, whose name, if he was being honest, evaporated from his mind as soon as she introduced herself.

"Is there a place where Ms. Forbes and I can talk in private?" Just as the words left his mouth, he heard a small suppressed giggle coming from Caroline, likely at him calling her 'Ms. Forbes'.

Before the woman whose-name-he-could-not-recall-for-the-life-of-him had even the chance to react, Caroline answered his question.

"I know a good place," he was waiting for her to say more but when it became obvious she wouldn't, he just nodded at her, hinting that she should show him.
Caroline responded with a coy smile, twirled around to leave the office, glancing back for a second only to wink at him.

He followed her through the halls and across the gym until she stopped before the door, in what was probably the most remote corner of the school. Opening them just a little bit, she send him an enigmatic look and squeezed through to the other side. Stepping after Caroline, he was welcomed with darkness and stench of sweat, mixing with the fruity smell of her perfume. He heard a loud click and the closet lit up with subtle light coming from the antic looking lamp.

Klaus inspected the interior of the closet, there were baseball bats in one corner, all kinds of balls scattered around and the one thing that really didn't seem to belong there – a set of small sofa with two futons.

"It used to be a storage room for sports equipment," Caroline responded to his inquisitive stare, "But then they renovated the gym and built it in another place so that one was abandoned. So we made it into our own secret place."

"Who did?"

"Elena and I. Matt. Some of his teammates," she answered, looking him straight in the eyes. Then she stepped back and flopped playfully on the sofa, quirking an eyebrow at him and motioning him towards the futon with the tilt of her head.

Klaus smirked at her actions, bemused at her bossy stance. He did sit on the futon though, just because he wanted to be closer to her.

"So who are you, anyway?", Caroline asked, dropping her head from one side to the other while fiddling with the bracelet on her thin wrist.

"Federal Bureau of Investigation, Special Agent Klaus Mikaelson," he quickly let out. "At you service."

Now her hand was travelling across the bare skin of her creamy neck, fingertips dancing along her clavicle. He didn't know if the movement was unconscious or deliberate, yet he found it alluring, almost hypnotizing as he stared at her collarbone for a long time.

"At my service? Oh, believe me, agent Mikaelson, I would love you to serve me," she darted out her tongue and skimmed it along her lips, staring at him longingly at the same time.

Klaus swallowed loudly in response and fixed his tie, suddenly feeling very warm. It was time to get down to business.

"So," he started, "from what I've heard, Ms. Forbes, you were Elena's best friend, is that right?"

"Caroline," she went back to caressing her own skin as she corrected him. "And I wouldn't say we were best friends, exactly."

"Would you care to elaborate?" His patience was starting to wear a bit thin, to be honest.

"But of course, Agent Mikaelson. Elena…Elena was not the saint everyone thought her to be."

"Is that so?" he asked, raising his eyebrow in doubt. From what he heard so far? The girl was a fucking Mother Theresa. Caroline sent him a sly smile at that, then she held out her hand in his direction, waving it in the air.

"Do you like my bracelet?"

Confused, he glanced at the piece of jewelry she had been playing with earlier. Diamonds, from what he could tell. What did it have to do with anything? He took her hand in his and started to draw little circles on her palm.

"It's really beautiful, sweetheart, but can we get back on topic of Elena?"

"Sure we can," Caroline scoffed, not the least bit amused with his endearments.

"Like I said, Elena was not the goody two-shoes like the whole town believed. She had a lot of secrets."

"What secrets?" Klaus had to admit he was intrigued. At first he didn't believe Caroline but she seemed so set on this that he needed to investigate.

Unfortunately, she had an entirely different plan. She stood up abruptly, flicking her skirt and strolling towards the door, yet he managed to catch her wrist at the last moment.

"What secrets, Caroline?" he prodded, trying not to sound too aggressive.

Snatching her hand away from his hold, her manner rough though she did it with the smile on her face, Caroline said, whispering the last part.

"Just secrets, Klaus."

As soon as the words left her luscious lips, she disappeared behind the storage room door. Determined, Klaus barged out just after her but looking confused at both sides of the corridor, he realized she was nowhere in sight.


"Diane, I'm just on my way back from the local diner and I only have one thing to say – this must be where pies go when they die*," Klaus was cheerfully conversing with his recorder while heading in the direction of his room. Actually, he had absolutely nothing to be so jolly about. The investigation of Elena Gilbert's murder was in a stand-still, with even more disturbing news of the victim's unusual behaviour prior to her death. It appeared Caroline hadn't lied to him when she said Elena had secrets. And it was very much likely that one of those secrets amounted to her death in some way.

Apart from that, Klaus' mind was regularly clouded with thoughts of Caroline – her feisty attitude and determination something that kept him on his toes. She had this habit of slipping notes underneath his door with various tips regarding Elena and more often than not, she would add a flirty remark of some kind along with that. Which could be considered a little disconcerting, taking into account that she wrote things among the lines of 'I miss seeing those kissable lips' right next to 'The Grill, place on the border of town, shady clientèle, probably a back-door brothel. Elena went there regularly with Damon Salvatore, worth checking out".

Approaching his room, he noticed the door was slightly opened. He drew his gun out of holster and carefully slid with his back against the wall, then quickly turned on the lights holding the gun in the direction of silhouette resting on his bed.

"Agent Mikaelson," Caroline was lying in a relaxed pose, with her back against the headboard, nonchalantly covering her chest with a duvet. She didn't seem to mind at all that he held her at gunpoint. And she was naked. In his bed.

"Caroline," he breathed out, lowering his pistol, "what are you doing here? Naked, I might add."

"Isn't it obvious, Agent Mikaelson?"

"I think you're getting way ahead of yourself, sweetheart," he gritted his teeth, trying to reign in the stab of arousal hitting his body.

"Am I?" she tilted her head playfully, giving him a once-over, a devilish spark in her eyes. "Because what I know is…that you've been thinking about me just as much as I have about you. I'm sure you've considered it. How perfect we would be," raising to her knees, the duvet held firmly to her breasts, she slowly approached the edge of bed, closing in on him.

"The way I would look keeping all those promises I made on my dirty little notes," she whispered, letting the duvet drop. Her body uncovered, flushed and lean, her stare straight-forward, no trace of embarrassment. She was a vixen and she knew it, tempting him into something he would surely regret.

"Caroline, you must know you are a very attractive woman and yes, I may have found myself thinking about you. Fantasizing even. That doesn't change the fact that you're eighteen and I'm an agent of Federal Bureau of Investigation. I do have standards to uphold."

"Standards?" she quipped, hooking her fingers around his belt loops and drawing him in. He got enveloped in her scent, it was captivating, yet he managed to put his hands on her arms, firmly putting some distance between them. But it was not enough.

"Standards," she laughed in a raspy voice, "my only standard is that I'm Caroline Forbes and I get what I want." Locking her arms around his neck, she continued, "Is it so hard to believe that I want you?"

"Those lips," she slanted her mouth over his, aggressive at first, but then the kissed turned languid and sensual, until they were both gasping for breath.

"Caroline…," Klaus started speaking but was interrupted immediately as Caroline boldly ripped his shirt open and went on to grazing her nails across his abdomen, his muscles flexing instantly, her touch sending shivers through his body.

"This body."

"This mind," she hummed, looking at him wantonly. "Have I ever told you, Agent Mikaelson, just how much I admire your mind? It turns me on to yet unknown levels."

"The way you think on your feet, how fast you react…the visions your brain comes up with. And when you think of me. How I love your mind when you think of me," having said that, Caroline arched her back, pressing her chest to him and capturing his lips for another kiss. Klaus detached his mouth from hers and peered at her face, her desire for him on full display. He was going to stop, he knew he should've stopped but seeing her so confident and set on her goal, made his control snap.

He lounged at her, took her in his arms and flipped her further upon bed, following right behind. He hooked her legs around his back, enjoying the feel of warmth emanating from her core. She whimpered as he stroked her wet slit, only to moan loudly when he plunged two of his fingers into her.

"How do you enjoy that, love? Knowing I'm going to fuck you senseless in a moment? You got me so hard, I'm just going to rip my pants off and pound into you, right away," he whispered frantically, the way she brushed against him only spurring him on more.

"Yes, fuck me now, please, Klaus," she gasped, biting his earlobe.

"You little minx," he groaned, leaning back for a moment to take of his pants. He heard a ringtone of his cell somewhere in the background but was set to ignore it. After quickly shredding his pants and boxers, the noise coming from his phone growing more annoying, he nestled between her spread legs and…


Klaus woke up in his bed with a loud frustrated groan. The moment he managed to grab his phone, the damn thing stopped ringing. A little disoriented, he looked around and was surprised to realize he was in his own fucking bedroom.

Covered in sweat, aroused beyond limit, he tried to gather his thoughts.

Was it all just a dream?

Was Caroline just a fantasy?

In attempt to pull himself together, he reached out for his voice recorder. Maybe Diane will soothe me, he thought, playing back the last message. He stiffened immediately when instead of his own voice, he heard the husky sound of hers, Caroline's.

"Until we meet again."


*Twin Peaks, season 1 episode 4, Agent Cooper 'This must be where pies go when they die.'

AN2: So how was it, lovelies? Hope you liked it because there are still some days left on au week and I have more up my sleeve.

Until we meet again!