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Four Days Later

Caroline sat against the headboard of her bed with the books of her past life scattered around her. Each one contained the same story, and each one brought a smile to her face. She picked up one of the many books, and flipped through it.

She still couldn't believe that this was her. That she was the same woman as the woman described in these books, but she was, and the man was her Rogue.

She heard the door open, and she glanced up, and a smile lit her face. "Hello."

Klaus leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. "Hello." His eyes moved over her body, and took in her tan shorts and a yellow tank, showing off her slightly tan sexy long legs. Legs, he remembered all too well. Her hair was hanging down her back, and some strands had fallen over her shoulders, giving her a relaxed look.

Caroline smiled at his appraisal, and moved her eyes over his body. In slightly tight jeans and grey Henley shirt, he looked rugged and incredibly sexy. She felt her body burn with desire as she remembered the times she couldn't get enough of him, even as they grew older. She swallowed, and crossed her legs in Indian style, pushing her blonde hair behind her ears with her right hand. "Are you just going to stand there?" She asked, lifting her gaze back to his.

Klaus smirked, and pushed away from the frame. Closing the door behind him, he made his way towards the bed, and moved to sit down in front of her. "Doing some reading?" He asked, leaning back on his left hand, and picking up one of the books with his right.

Caroline nodded, and bowed her head. "Yeah." She answered, smiling. "I still can't believe that this was us eight hundred years ago." She added, shaking her head. "I still can't believe that you are right here, and I'm not crazy." She concluded, bowing her head.

Klaus shook his head, and moved a few books out of the way, as he scooted closer to her. "Believe it, Swan, and as for crazy, you are certainly not that." He whispered, pushing her blonde bangs away from her eyes.

Caroline smiled. "I always loved it when you called me Swan, and I still do." She whispered, lowly.

Klaus smiled, and leaned forward to brush his lips slowly over hers. As he pulled back, he watched her face brighten with so much love and contentment; it took all of his willpower not to give in to desire in his veins.

Caroline held his eyes, and saw the same look she remembered so well. Lifting her right hand, she caressed his scruffy cheek, and leaned forward. "My Rogue." She whispered, kissing his lips before pulling back.

He smiled. "There was a time I thought I would never hear that name again." He whispered, caressing her face.

She smiled, and blushed, but her eyes never wavered from his. "Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore." She stated, firmly.

He smiled, and let out a small chuckle. "I don't?" He asked, inquisitively.

She shook her head. "Nope. You are my Rogue and no one else's." She stated, firmly.

He smiled, and nodded. "And you are my Swan. No one else's." He returned, pushing her hair from her face.

She smiled, and leaned forward to kiss his lips once more. "I never dreamed that I would have this." She whispered tilting her head to the side as their foreheads connected.

"Have what, love?" He asked, moving his arms around her waist.

She sighed, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "That I would have a love that spanned hundreds of years, and I would be this happy." She whispered, softly.

He smiled, and pulled her closer to him, as close as she could be with her legs crossed in front of her. "I didn't either, love." He whispered, lifting his head to kiss her forehead lightly.

She smiled, and let out a small contented sigh. "Klaus?" She asked, after a moment, finally pulling away from him.

He looked at her, waiting for her to ask her question, though he already suspected it.

She took a deep breathe, and moved her arms to where her hands laid flat against his chest. "Why did you kidnap me again?" She asked, lightly, her brow furrowing in curiosity.

Klaus knitted his brows together, and studied her face. "You know why, Caroline." He answered, watching her shake her head.

"I know that you wanted me to remember, Klaus, but before I got my memories back, you said that someone was trying to steal your throne or something to that effect." She remarked, catching his eyes with hers. "I just want to know why." She added, after a moment.

He sighed, and looked away from her before looking into her eyes once more. "He's back, Swan." He finally answered.

She shrugged, and shook her head. "Who's back?" She asked, trying to think about the enemies Klaus had or might have had.

Klaus' brow furrowed in mild anger just thinking of his name, and the damage that he had caused in the past. Even the thought of saying his name made Klaus cringe and send a bad taste through his mouth.

Caroline tilted her head to the side. "Klaus, who's back?" She asked again, reading his face closely. Fear gripped her soul as she thought about the one man who made Klaus fill with so much anger and hatred. The man she nearly lost her life to. The man who had nearly killed the man she loved with her heart and soul.

Slowly shaking her head, her eyes brightened with fear and hatred at the knowledge. No words needed to be said, as Klaus read her face with expertise. "No." She whispered, breathlessly.

Klaus nodded. "Yes, Tyler's back."

~XXX~

Jean struggled against the ropes that held her tightly in the chair. Some tracker and soldier she was. Getting caught and weakening because of family.

Not that she was their true flesh and blood, not completely. They all shared the same father, but Jean had a different mother, and her mother was a bitch to say the least.

Jean closed her eyes in pain as she remembered days when her mother would backhand her because of something that she never did.

It was one of the reasons she had turned to drugs. They were her escape from the pain and heartache of her mother's rage, which, in turn, sent her into the arms of a man, who was her supplier. Nine months later, her brothers and sister found her in an alley, going through withdrawal and labor.

Jean felt tears slip from her eyes as she recalled the day and a half that she went through just for her daughter to be born, healthy and undamaged, but it was that day that her hatred for her family began, especially Niklaus.

The door opened to the cottage, and she scowled at the person coming into the room. "Who the hell are you?" She asked, jerking her arms, trying to break loose.

Bonnie sighed, and set the tray of food on the table next to Jean, and sat down in the chair before her. "Bonnie." She answered, picking up a spoon to dip into the soup. "I brought you some food."

Jean scoffed. "I don't want it." She stated, turning her head, when Bonnie moved the spoon towards her.

"You have to eat, Jean. The last time you ate was two days ago, and that was because you were starving. This is not healthy." Bonnie remarked, firmly, but softly.

Jean rolled her eyes. "I don't give a damn." She returned, glaring at the dark skinned girl.

Bonnie sighed. "You always were stubborn." She whispered to herself.

Jean narrowed her amber eyes. "You don't know me." She fumed.

Bonnie dropped the spoon into the bowl, and reached for a glass of water. "I know you more than you think." She returned, calmly.

Jean turned her head to keep from drinking the water, not caring if she was thirsty. "I don't want your food, and I damn sure don't want your water." She practically yelled.

Bonnie glared at her. "I don't give a damn what you want, Jean Mikaelson!" She yelled back, her Bennett fire showing. "Yes, I know who you are." She stated, firmly when she saw Jean's eyes widen slightly. "You need to eat and drink or else you won't have your strength." She replied, after a moment, trying to keep her anger down.

Jean shook her head. "I don't want anything this family, or anybody associated with this family, have to offer, and I don't give a rat's ass if you don't care." She spat out, hatred leaking onto every word. "I would rather walk through the Sahara desert in nothing but a wool lined parka and ski pants with boots than accept anything you have to offer except Niklaus' head on a platter." She stated, in a venom filled tone.

Bonnie stared at her, but didn't say a word for a moment. Her eyes filled with fire and her blood coursed hotly through her veins in anger. "I understand how much pain you have been through, but anger and hatred is not the answer." She replied, strongly.

Jean scoffed. "Then what is?" She asked, glaring at her with a hard look in her eyes.

"How about acceptance?" Bonnie answered as she quirked a brow.

Jean shook her head and scoffed. "Oh, yeah, I accept the fact that my so called family took my daughter away from me, and now she doesn't even know about me." She stated, coldly.

Bonnie leaned forward, and glared into Jean's eyes. "What kind of life could you have possibly given her, Jean?" She asked, coldly, and yet it held tenderness. "You were a drug addict. Is life surrounded by drugs all you want her to know?" She asked, watching Jean clench her jaw.

"She's my daughter!" Jean shouted, refusing to acknowledge anything other than the fact that her daughter was no longer in her life.

Bonnie nodded. "Yes, she is, but until you straighten your life up, Jean. You won't have her." She stated, standing up from the chair, and headed towards the door. "I wish you could remember." She whispered, looking back at the brunette.

Jean narrowed her amber eyes, and glared at the girl who finally left her alone. "I do remember. That's the problem." She whispered, bowing her head.

Truth was. She didn't remember her past. She just remembered her present, and that was worse.

~XXX~

Vaughn sighed as he stared out the window, and folded his arms over his chest. He couldn't stand it. His love, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, a second time, was a traitor. Not just a traitor, but she didn't remember the life they had eight hundred years ago, and he had tried everything to get her to remember.

Truth was she was just too stubborn to even acknowledge anything. Jean was what many would call an atheist. Unless she could touch and feel something, nothing was real. So how could he even get her to acknowledge the fact that they had lived their lives eight hundred years ago when she didn't believe in reincarnation?

He closed his eyes. Something had to give, and he would be damned if he wasn't going to find a way to make it give.

~XXX~

Caroline ran her fingers through her hair, as she paced in her bedroom while Klaus sat on her bed, watching her move silently.

"How can this be happening?" She asked, in frustration, finally looking at him. "I mean, after everything we went through to get here, our past comes back to bite us in the ass." She stated, shaking her head. "It's like the universe just doesn't want us together." She added, in a defeated whisper, bowing her head.

Klaus shook his head, and stood up from the bed, his brow furrowing as he approached her. "No, Swan, if the universe was against us, then we wouldn't be here together." He stated, grasping her upper arms tightly in his hands.

Caroline felt tears form in her eyes, as she gazed into his eyes. "Then why? Why must I face the fact that I might lose you again?" She asked, brokenly.

Klaus sighed, and his jaw clenched. "I don't know, Swan." He replied, touching her cheek. "But I promise you. I will not lose you again, and you will not lose me." He vowed, vehemently.

She smiled weakly, and placed her hands on his chest. "I know." She whispered, trying to fight back the tears. "Oh, God, you think I would be used to this by now." She stated, stepping away from him. "After everything we went through in our lives, you would think that I would be stronger." She remarked, walking towards the window in her room.

Klaus moved towards her. "You are stronger, Caroline." He whispered, stopping a foot away from her. "I see it in your eyes." He added, watching her back sag slightly. "You haven't lost your spirit, even before you got your memories back. You fought against me, and against Jean. You stood tall, Swan. You are still my Caroline, my Queen, my heart, my soul," He paused, swallowing hard, as she finally turned around to look at him with tears in her eyes. "And more importantly, you are my Swan." He added, searching her eyes.

Caroline smiled faintly, before grabbing his shirt and pulled herself towards him. "You are still a Rogue, Niklaus." She whispered, searching his eyes. "My Rogue." She added, saying the words she so often repeated to his ears.

Klaus smiled and showed off the dimples she so missed and loved. Leaning forward, he placed his lips on hers, and she moaned as her lips parted, and her arms wrapped around his neck as their kiss deepened with their tongues invading each other's mouths.

Caroline pushed her body closer to his, and her nerves lit on fire with remembrance and desire. It was as if she had never been separated from him for eight hundred years. She felt his hands move underneath her tank, and she felt her skin burn at his touch.

Separating their lips, she tilted her head to the side as his lips moved down her face, neck, and finally to the top of her chest. She moaned, and clung to him as his lips opened and closed on her skin.

Klaus felt his body respond to her moans, and to her proximity. Somehow he felt this was not the right time to make love to her, but he had gone so long without her next to him, that his body was about to give in.

Caroline smiled as her body rang with desire, and her fingers from her left hand moved through his hair, and her right hand moved over his shoulders. Her rational mind was becoming blocked by the desire she was feeling, and she didn't care.

Klaus slowly pulled back while he still had his rational thought, and watched as she slowly brought her head upright, and the desire in her eyes faded to love. He opened his mouth to say that they should wait, but Caroline shook her head.

"No, Niklaus," She whispered, softly. "We spent eight hundred years apart, and besides the fact that this is new." She paused, smiling. "I want this, Klaus. I want you. It's been four days since I've remembered, and I know that's not a lot of time, but…" She trailed off, her eyes turning to tenderness. "I love you, and I don't think I can wait much longer." She whispered, touching his face lightly with her lips.

Klaus smiled and sighed. "I can't either, love." He whispered, kissing her lips softly.

Caroline sighed into his mouth, but frowned when he pulled back. "Klaus?" She asked opening her eyes to find him pulling out the phone from his pocket, and realized it had been ringing.

He frowned as he held the phone up to his ear. "Yes," He replied, semi-harshly, his body still ringing from the desire.

His face became hard, and his eyes shifted to Caroline, and she knew something was wrong.

"How did he get to her?" He growled, into the phone, causing Caroline to step closer to him, and touch his arm. "Damn it, Elijah!" He shouted, but closed his eyes in frustration. "I don't care! They knew she was valuable." He stated, opening his eyes, and his normal cerulean blue turned to midnight. "I'll send Vaughn. You better find her, Elijah." He stated, ending the call roughly.

He let out a frustrated growl, and was about to throw his phone against the wall, when he felt a hand on his arm. Feeling his anger leaving his body, he turned his gaze to a worried Caroline. He searched her eyes, and saw her give him a reassuring smile.

"What happened?" She asked, softly, knowing that his anger was best to tread lightly.

Klaus closed his eyes. "Someone close to the family was taken by Tyler, and we have no idea where he would have taken her." He answered, roughly.

Caroline touched his face. "Who?" She asked, as his eyes opened, and his hand grasped the hand on his face.

He brought her hand down, and held it in his before he spoke the next words.

"Katherine."

~XXX~

Of all the stupid things she had done in her life, opening the door was one of them.

Katherine Pierce, aka Petrova, struggled against the ropes burning her wrists behind her back, and shot daggers with her eyes at the men who kidnapped her.

All she did was open the door to her apartment, thinking it was going to be Elijah or someone from the family, only to find that it was that bastard Tyler and a group of his lackeys.

She had only enough time before they drugged her to call Elijah, and scream for help. She had used the defense training she had taken to defend herself long enough to send the call, but it was too late.

Now, she was sitting in a dingy room, on a rickety chair, her head aching from the blow they had given her before drugging her, and she felt her hair being tightened from the dried blood.

Her eyes displayed the anger and frustration from the stupidity she felt at being caught. Normally, she was an expert at hiding, thanks to years of working for the government as a spy, but since she retired because of her love for a certain prince; she had let herself go lack. God, she was an idiot.

Tyler leaned forward on his jean covered legs, and placed his forearms on top, as a sneer appeared on his mouth. "This is how this is going to work, Ms. Pierce." He began, in a dark tone. "You tell me where Klaus has taken Caroline, and I will kill you quickly." He stated his dark eyes growing even darker.

Katherine scoffed, and shook her head. "You're wasting your time if you think I'm going to tell you anything." She stated, coldly.

Tyler pursed his lips together, and nodded to the henchmen at the door.

The next sound pierced through Katherine's heart.

It was the sound of a woman crying out.

I know! I leave with a cliffhanger, but don't worry, you won't have too long to wait before the next chapter!

To MrsLeaMorgan: Jean does not look like anyone from TVD. She is a character created by collaboration with a dear friend. I can't think of the actress to which we thought would portray her right now, but when I think of it, I will certainly let you know. (I couldn't remember if I responded to your review or not. :) )

Coming Soon: Elijah's POV. Jean has flashes. Klaus has a surprise for Caroline. Jean's daughter is revealed.

Until Next Time...