Here it is! Rebekah sees Klaus' portrait of Genevieve and it goes kinda like most expect it to.
Enjoy!

Klaus allowed Rebekah to pull him away from the memories of Mikael, only to realize what painting had been put up by mistake. Though Klaus had chosen 90% of the paintings on display himself, the local museum curator was allowed to choose a couple for himself and these choices Klaus was not made aware of. Having to react swiftly, Klaus moves to Rebekah's other side as a means of guiding her to look to a different painting. Rebekah quickly noticed his change in behavior and stopped walking altogether. "What the bloody hell is the matter with you?" Rebekah questioned.

Attempting to act as if nothing was wrong, Klaus shrugged, "I haven't the fainted idea what you mean, sister," Klaus says smiling smoothly.

Rebekah moves to turn to him and Klaus moves with her to fully block her view of behind him. "This, what is this?" she questions and gestures to his now broadened shoulders. After taking a quick inventory of his positioning she smirks, "You don't want me to see something you put up," she accuses.

"It is not like that, Rebekah," Klaus defends, "I did not ask for this one to be hung, the museum curator must have chosen it on their own accord," Klaus says in an attempt to explain the paintings presence. Rebekah swiftly vamps around her brother and finds herself frozen at the sight of the painting before her. It was so obviously her brother's bed at morning light with a very obvious naked womanly form in the photo. Something else that stood out plain as day to her was the womanly fire red hair the form possessed. It did not take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was in the photo. "Rebekah…" Klaus attempted to get his sister's attention away from the painting, but she stood still looking at the canvas as her gaze could set it on fire.

"You slept with her." Rebekah spoke a statement that could have easily been a question, but with the evidence in front of her, it was no longer a matter of uncertainty. Rebekah turned her back from to the painting looking to her brother's eyes, "That vile wretched monster that tore me away from my family, that pitted you against me, you bedded her." Rebekah accused sharply. Klaus made to move closer to her, but Rebekah only mirrored him and took a step back, "Don't." she warned.

Klaus sighed, "It was years ago and I have slept with plenty of women over the centuries and you rarely ever gave a damn about them," Klaus weakly pointed out crossing her arms suddenly wishing he had more bourbon.

"Because none of those strumpets ever had me attacked by wolves and then trapped in an infirmary for a time while pitting my brother against me. Genevieve is the reason I was not able to be at our family's side when my niece came into this world and you... you slept with her," Rebekah never once rose her voice as to not draw attention to them as they argued in the street. It was perhaps her control and resistance to raising her voice at him that made her words cut so much deeper.

"Rebekah," Klaus sighs, "We are not going to argue this again. What's done-"

"-is done. I'm aware," Rebekah finishes cutting him off abruptly. Rebekah shakes her head and turns to face the painting once more. The more she looked at it the more it made her blood boil. She could feel Klaus move in closer to her and his hands gripped her shoulder firmly and begin to massage her shoulder blades lightly. They stand for a moment in silence as Rebekah goes through her thoughts processing them before speaking again. "I want it gone," she says firmly.

Klaus moves his arms around her over her own crossed arms and holds her back to his chest firmly, "It can be sold," he replies in her ear attempting to comfort her as best he can in a public setting.

"I want it destroyed," She demands harshly through gritted teeth.

Klaus can feel the anger on her beginning to bust and she vamps her into the ally of the side of the street that is far more secluded. He presses Rebekah against the brick wall and stands in front of her looking down to her eyes as he speaks, "Sister. It was five years ago. Why do you this one indiscretion over me?"

"Why did you not tell me?"

"Because she meant little to me."

"If she meant so little to you, why hide it from me?"

"Because I was trying to protect you!"

"From who?!"

"Yourself!"

Rebekah stands frozen in place against the wall as Klaus' final word stung her sharply. "What do you mean?"

Klaus sighs, "Because, Little Sister, your fear of abandonment goes above and beyond when it comes to whom I choose to bed. When I began to see Genevieve it was out of pure anger for your prior actions. It had nothing to do with her. I was alone yet again because the family I loved so dearly had disappointed me yet again. She was merely a body in my bed, nothing more," Klaus explained sternly.

"How were you bloody protecting me by keeping me from knowing about any of this?!"

Taking a deep breath, Klaus thinks his words through for the first time in their argument and then answered, "Because I did not want you to jump to the conclusion in your mind that I believe you have right now,"

Rolling her eyes, Rebekah narrowed her gaze on him, "Oh really? Then what am I thinking right now?" she counters.

Klaus, despite Rebekah's current state, moved closely to her and put both his hands on her bicep's and moved them slowly up her arms as he spoke, "You think you can be so easily replaced in my life, but you are wrong. You think that as soon as you turn your back I have someone in your place at my right hand, but again you are mistaken. No one," Klaus paused and moved both his hands to take her jaw in his hold and moved her head to look to him fully, "No woman on this earth will ever mean more to be than you do, Rebekah. No one can ever replace you," He said moving his head down to rest his forehead to hers.

Rebekah sighed as she placed her hands on his wrists. They stood together for a moment or two and sighed in unison. Thinking it worth the risk, Klaus leans down and places a sweet kiss to Rebekah's lips. Rebekah smiles softly and kisses him in return. It does not last more than a couple of moments, but it is plenty long enough to seal the words Klaus has said to Rebekah's mind.

They say nothing more on the topic and return to their casual position from earlier. Klaus stands straight and offers her his arm once again. She takes it smiling softly to her brother. Once they return to the street, the painting is across the street from their line of sight, "I want to burn it," Rebekah mutters harshly.

"I will sell it today," Klaus promises smiling down to his sister, "Let us look at the rest of the art then, shall we?" he offers directing her down the rest of the street. "Who knows, perhaps if the mood stricks again I will paint another portrait in the morning light. Dawn light does wonders for golden colors," He teases making her smile lightly.

Happiness in the end! Okay so if anyone has any ideas for the next chapter I would like to take them on. I always welcome your comments and ideas.