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He had a smirk on his face. Perfectly tilted and perfectly unnerving. He was casually in jeans and a light gray sweater. His necklaces drew my eyes to his throat and back to his lips. The lips I had kissed last time I had seen them.

I pulled my eyes away and met his. He was looking at me the same way I was him. Remembering.

"Klaus."

I suddenly became conscious of everything. Yesterday's outfit, my ruffled hair, the fact that I didn't hear him come in. But it didn't matter. His attention moved from me back to Elena. He took a seat across from her. "Why so much fear in your eyes?" He asked so casually that I almost believed that he asked her how she was.

Elena's nervousness drained away and she scrapped her chair back across the floor. "You can't blame me for it. Whenever you come around, something bad seems to happen."

"You called me."

"Speaking of," I interrupted. "Why are you here?"

He motioned to Elena and Damon. "They told me you have a problem and are in need of guidance."

"The only problem I have is your unexpected arrival." I crossed my arms over my chest. He wasn't supposed to just show up. We made a pact.

He frowned dramatically at this and tapped his fingers against the table. "The little witch is stuck and you need a witch to find her."

"We have a witch. Two."

"And yet why haven't they brought her back?"

"It's a long story." I didn't want to recount the merger drama or Kai. It wasn't worth the time.

He stood up again, retrieving his coat from the back of his chair. "I don't have the time, love. I have to get back to New Orleans."

"I can't same I sorry to hear that." We left each other knowing our feelings and knowing that it would never have the chance to reemerge. With him here, I would have to face them and him.

He raised an eyebrow. "I can help but you'll have to come to Louisiana with me. Damon is unwilling to join me and you're close to Bonnie."

Go to Louisiana? Did he totally forget the promise he made? He would never come back and now he's asking for me to go back with him. "I don't think I can."

"Caroline," Elena began.

I held up a hand to stop her. "I'm not going to Louisiana." I turned back towards the foyer and searched for my purse. The last thing I needed was an impromptu trip to Louisiana. My mother was already sick, I didn't need to leave her here alone. What if something happened? Not to mention being with Klaus. At his house. In another state.

There had to be another way to save Bonnie.

A mirror near the door caught my eye. My rumpled reflection was scolding me for being selfish. I shouldn't be worried about Klaus. I should be worried about Bonnie. She sacrificed so much for us.

I folded myself onto the bottom steps of the staircase. But did it have to be Klaus? I could feel my body temperature raise from just being in the same house as him. Whether it be from anger or something else, I don't know.

"Caroline," Elena's voice softly raised my head. She sat down next to me.

"I know it's weird between you two but you have to go."

"Remind me why Damon can't go again?" I leaned my head against the wall.

"If Damon goes, he isn't coming back. Damon and Klaus are barely making it through being alone in the kitchen right now."

I sighed. "Again with the dramatics I see."

"If you can't stand him in a week, you can come back. We'll find another way."

I sighed. I was going to regret this. "Promise?" Maybe she could keep hers.

She nodded. "Promise."

"Fine."

With that, Elena lit up. "Bonnie's coming home!" She beamed happiness. True happiness.

"Hopefully."

The windows looking on to the Tarmac were frosted. A storm was moving into the North East and luckily or unluckily, we were going to miss it. The lights leading the flights to the ground were lit up and welcoming. Planes moved slowly around one another. I wasn't sure how they didn't hit one another. Each time they came so close, I was sure there would be a collision.

After I had agreed to coming on this trip, I packed a make-shift bag of clothes and necessities while Klaus checked in on something in town. I said goodbye to my mom and met Klaus at the airport.

"Do you need something before we leave?" Klaus asked me, his reflection meeting mine in the window.

I shook my head. "Just a time machine go get through this trip."

"The least you can do is try and not make it miserable." He took a sip of his drink. "You might even enjoy yourself."

"Let me know when the fun begins." I turned away from the window and looked at the crowd that had gathered to get on our plane. Parents wrestled with their kids for dominance, business men had their fingers roaming their keyboards, and couples huddled over armrests in concentration. I wonder what we looked like. A handsome, older guy like Klaus and a pretty, young girl like myself. Ha. We probably resembled a newlywed couple that was having a first fight.

I laughed to myself, stifling the noise with my hand. That would never happen.

"What's funny?"

To tell or not to tell? "I-"

"Flight 6592 to New Orleans," a woman's voice interrupted over the speakers. "Is now boarding first class at gate 20B."

Klaus picked up my duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Come."

I rolled my eyes and followed behind him. "I'm not an animal unlike some of us."

At that moment I ran into his back. He stopped short and turned around to glare at me which earned him another muffled laugh on my part.

He turned back towards the gate and walked to the woman scanning tickets.

Klaus handed her both of our tickets and we moved past her into the hallway towards the plane.

"First class is pretty fancy."

"I don't want to start this trip off with a horrible plane ride."

I tightened my hold on my jacket. It was colder in the hallway then in the airport. "I don't think the seat choice will be the thing that makes this horrible."

He glared at me again, earning him a sarcastic smile.

We entered the plane, the stewardess welcoming us onto the aircraft and directing us to the position of our seats. Klaus stubbornly ignored them and walked us to our seats himself.

"Which seat would you like?" He asked me when we reached our aisle. I looked at the two seats. Both looked the exact same except one was near the window and one was the aisle. Was one supposed to be better than the other? Why didn't I look any of this up?

"Caroline?" He looked at me with concern.

"I'm not sure."

"I'm not trying to intimidate you."

"Klaus, I don't know."

He motioned to the window seat and I took it without hesitation. He sat next to me and stared forward as people boarded past us.

He was frustrated with me.

The speaker made a crackle along with two bings. "If you would please look ahead at your flight attendants for a safety demonstration."

"I don't know why they can't just take off, if we are hurtling towards the Earth, no one will survive," He murmured to himself, bringing his fingers to his temple. Like two silent woman would give him a headache for demonstrating safety.

"Shush! I'm trying to listen."

Klaus looked over at me. "Have you ever flown before?"

"Why do you think I didn't know which seat to take? Which one is supposed to better?"

He grinned. "You could have told me."

"That's not embarrassing."

"There are worse things than never flying, love." He leaned closer to me. "Taking off is the worst part."

I took a deep breath. "If the plane really does go down, will we die?"

"Well, we would have to. You can't have two survivors on large plane." He said obviously.

"What's the point of healing if all it takes is a plane?"

He leaned further into my space but I didn't mind. Somehow, it was comforting. "I meant that we would have to hide for a while. Start new identities."

"Could we live in a different country?"

"Of course. Wherever you'd like."

Klaus and I living in a different country didn't sound that terrible. I couldn't exactly see spending an entire lifetime with him, though. "I'm thinking Europe. Do you have a house somewhere on that side of the world?"

He nodded. "I do."

"Perfect."

"I don't know what I would want my name to be."

"I like your name now."

I blushed. "Some new identity that would be."

He shrugged and pulled back. "So let's forget about the plane and just go live in Europe."

"That was very smooth."

His smile grew. "Look."

I looked out the window and we were already in the air. I missed the worst part. Maybe Klaus was good for something.

The rest of the plane ride wasn't terrible. We stayed quiet and kept to ourselves. Every once in a while, I would look over at him and he would have his eyes closed against the head rest. Immediately after, I would feel him looking at me but wouldn't confront him. It was like a game of tag. It still kept me distracted.

When we reached the airport, Klaus found a large SUV which I'll assume was his already, and we drove into the city.

"We're here."

I looked back onto the road and found the sign welcoming us to New Orleans.

I didn't miss the slight discoloration of the wood.

It was stained with blood.

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