I know, so long between updates, but so many stories going on, and my brain is about to shut down because it is so full of ideas! :) Anyway, I've changed the genre of this story from Humor to Drama, because let's face it, I can't really write humor, but there will still be some in here.
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It had been a few years back when it happened, and everything had changed.
For Caroline, it was something she wished he could remember.
For Rebekah, it was something that she wished to forget.
For Klaus, it was something that he didn't remember, but for some reason, he wished he did.
For Rebekah, the memory of that night caused her to shrink inside a shell, and never leave for fear that it would repeat.
For Caroline, the memory filled her heart with joy and love, and yet he didn't remember, and it hurt her.
For Klaus, the only memory was of his sister, and not of the other, and for reasons he didn't know, something blocked that part of his memory, but he didn't know what, nor did he realize.
Caroline shook her head as she stared out the window of her house, and watched the storm rage outside with lightening and raindrops as big as hail.
Worry lined her features, and her heart sank into her chest. It was nights like this that her memories came back, and she remembered everything, every detail, every movement, every word, everything.
Klaus had long since moved to the other room on the same floor, and she was grateful. She couldn't stand being in the same room as him during this moment. If she was, she might give away the show, and she couldn't do that.
She closed her eyes, and her shoulders sagged. Maybe Stefan was right. Maybe she should tell him, but if she did…
She felt her heart twinge in her chest at the thought of him hating her. Truth be told, she didn't hate him. Far from it.
In fact, she loved him, but after what happened between them, she couldn't bring herself to let it known, because she was responsible.
She was the one responsible for Rebekah, and if he remembered, he would hate her, and that killed her.
"It'll be over soon."
She opened her eyes, and turned her head to smile, weakly at Bonnie, who offered her a cup of coffee. "Thank you." She remarked, taking the cup.
Bonnie smiled, and glanced out the window. "Stefan called. He was able to calm Rebekah down, and put her to bed." She remarked, as Caroline nodded. "He's staying the night, just in case." Bonnie added, watching Caroline's facial expressions.
Caroline swallowed, and bowed her head. "You were right, Bonnie." She whispered, after a moment. "I avoid him because it hurts to remember and he doesn't." She added, moving away from the window, towards the couch, and sat down.
Bonnie sighed, and followed her friend to the couch, and sat down beside her. "Then tell him, Caroline." She urged, watching her friend.
Caroline shook her head. "I can't, Bonnie." She stated, closing her eyes.
"Why, Caroline?" Bonnie asked, turning her body to face her friend.
Caroline sighed, and placed the cup of coffee on the table. "Because if he knew what happened that night, he would hate me," She answered, leaning back in the couch.
"I thought you hated him." Bonnie remarked, smiling, lightly.
Caroline shook her head. "How can I hate the man I love?" She stated, turning her head to glance at her friend. "It's stupid, but I thought, after the incident that I would be able to move on, and let him forget me, completely, but…"
"He remembers the way it was before, Caroline." Bonnie interrupted, softly. "He remembers the times you and he were happy, why can't that be good enough for you to give him a chance?" She asked, shaking her head.
Caroline leaned her head back against the couch, and sighed, wearily. "Because I still remember it all," She answered, sadly. "Every time I look at him, I see that night." She continued, shaking her head against the leather couch. "I see the way we were before the storm hit." She added, sadly.
Bonnie sighed, and bowed her head. "You know, he won't give up, Caroline." She stated, after a moment.
Caroline nodded. "I know." She stated, closing her eyes as the thunder rolled outside, and shook the windows of the house.
"Then how long are you going to fight him?" Bonnie asked, firmly.
Caroline swallowed, and felt the tears fill her eyes. "Until he remembers, and I lose him."
~XXX~
Klaus placed the empty cup on the table beside him, and leaned his head back against the wooden back of the chair.
He flinched as the thunder rolled outside, but let a sigh escape his lips. Maybe Rebekah was right, maybe she just didn't care anymore.
Lifting his right hand, he rubbed the right side of his head, and frowned. Two years after the concussion, and sometimes his head ached when a storm came through the area.
He never remembered the reason behind the accident, all he knew was that afterwards his sister was no longer her old self, and he…he had no memory of that night. Not to mention, Caroline hated him after that night.
He remembered the times before. How she would light up when he walked in a room, and how she would laugh as he chased her on horseback. He remembered every touch, laugh, kiss, everything before that night, and now… Now he wanted nothing more than to find out why, and at least try to get her back, which is what he had been trying to do.
Unfortunately, he had gone about it the wrong way. Just like Rebekah said. He pushed too hard, and ended up almost destroying everything, because of pride.
Closing his eyes, he let his mind dull, as he drifted off to sleep, hoping that for once the rain would ease his mind.
As his mind lulled to sleep, images filled his mind's eye, and he couldn't help but want them to clear.
~X~
Laughter came from his right side, and he turned his head to see his sister laughing, and chatting away with her friend on the phone.
"Who are you talking to?" He asked, the voice echoing in the dream.
Rebekah laughed, and shook her head. "No, he's just curious." She responded on the phone.
Klaus smiled, and shook his head. "Caroline," He concluded, as Rebekah slapped his arm with her hand.
"Hush," She stated, shaking her head.
He chuckled, and reached for the phone, though Rebekah tried to resist, she ended up handing it to him. Placing it to his ear, his smile brightened. "Love, what are you doing talking to my sister?" He asked, hearing her laugh on the other end.
"Well, you weren't answering your phone, so I called the only other Mikaelson I can stand." She stated, and he could just imagine her smiling.
"My apologies, love, but Rebekah just arrived at the airport, so my phone must still be on silent." He remarked, hearing her sigh.
"I deduced that." She stated, loving hearing him groan. "Anyway, I had to run to town for a spell, but I should be there when you get home." She stated, seductively.
He shivered, and shifted in his seat, much to his sister's amusement. "I can't wait, love." He whispered, causing his sister to roll her eyes.
"Be careful, Niklaus." She stated, worriedly. "There's a bad storm building up, and I don't want you caught up in it." She added, as he smiled.
"We'll make it home safely, love. No worries." He remarked, hearing her sigh. "You be safe as well, Caroline." He added, firmly.
She laughed breathlessly. "I'll do my best." She responded, softly. "Love you." She stated, quickly, before hanging up.
Klaus held the phone in his hand for a brief moment, before Rebekah took her phone back.
"Nik, what is it?" She asked, smiling.
He swallowed, and a big smile brightened his face. "She said, she loved me." He whispered, not seeing his sister nod in approval.
"Well, then, don't you think we should make it home so you could tell her you love her?" She asked, as he chuckled.
"Yes, mother." He stated, teasingly.
She stuck her tongue out at him, and laughed when he repeated the gesture. "You're worse than Kol."
He shook his head. "No, dear sister, I'm not."
Laughter filled the car, and at that moment…
~X~
Klaus jerked up, and looked frantically around the room. His mind filled with the memories he had just saw in his dream. Or was it real?
He bowed his head, and slowly shook it. He did remember picking Rebekah up from the airport, after her visit with their older brother, Elijah in New York, but after that…
His eyes widened. Caroline had spoken to him that night.
But why didn't she say anything? His brow furrowed as he thought about the two words he remembered so vividly now.
She had said she loved him. But why hadn't she told him since?
He turned his head towards the door, and slowly stood up from the chair, walking quietly out of the room; he made it to the door of the living room, and heard the words that confirmed his recent dream was in fact a memory.
"Then how long are you going to fight him?" Bonnie asked, firmly.
He moved back into the shadows, and lowered his eyes. He heard Caroline inhale as she gave her answer.
"Until he remembers, and I lose him."
He closed his eyes, and leaned against the wall. She thinks she would hate him for loving him? He shook his head.
He needed answers, but most of all, he needed her, and wasn't going to stop until he got her again.
Memory or no memory.
~XXX~
Rebekah's eyes slowly opened as the rain pounded against the top of the house. She remembered there had been a time when she loved the sound, now…
Now, she hated it.
Turning her eyes to the figure lying beside her, she couldn't help but smile.
His eyes opened, and he returned her smile as he vaguely listened to the rain outside.
"You came again." She remarked, in a low tone.
He rolled over until he was facing her completely, and lifted his right hand to touch her face. "Did you think I wouldn't?" He whispered, watching her smile, faintly, until the thunder rolled once again outside the house.
He shook his head, and scooted closer to her. "It's alright." He whispered, pulling her into his arms.
She nodded, and clung to him. She might have wanted her brother, but Stefan was the only other man who could touch her, for reasons only few knew, and she wanted to keep it that way.
Stefan closed his eyes, and held her closer to his body, hoping that by just holding her, she would drift back to sleep.
"Stefan?"
He pulled back, and looked at her face, which was lying on his chest. "Yes?" He asked, waiting for her to continue.
"Do you think he'll ever remember?" She asked, out of the blue.
"Remember what?" He asked, though he suspected what her answer was going to be.
She sighed, and held back a yelp as the thunder clapped again outside. She was safe, she had to remember that.
"That she was the one who caused it all to happen." Rebekah whispered, after a moment.
Stefan closed his eyes. "It was an accident, Rebekah." He returned, feeling her nod against his chest.
"I know, but he might not see it that way if he remembers." She remarked, softly.
He sighed, and shook his head. "Do you blame her?" He asked, needing to know.
Rebekah dipped her head further into his chest, and inhaled his scent, letting it surround her. "No," She whispered, after a moment. "I know she's suffered enough by distancing herself from my brother." She added, much to his surprise.
He nodded. "She's punishing herself." He stated, firmly.
Rebekah sighed, and clutched him when the windows shook. "I hope he does remember." She responded after she took a deep breathe.
Stefan smiled, and nodded. "I hope she tells him." He returned, looking down at her face, when she lifted hers to look at him for a brief moment.
She smiled at his response, and scooted up to lay her head on his shoulder, as he made room for her in his arms. "Either way, I'm rooting for them both." She remarked, closing her eyes, getting lost in the feel of his arms surrounding her.
Stefan smiled, kissed the top of her head. "So am I." He whispered, feeling her drift off to sleep, just as the last sound of thunder sounded off in the distance, signaling the storm had blown over.
Or had it?
~XXX~
Klaus smiled as Bonnie handed him a plate of food as the sun shone through the window. "Thank you, Bonnie." He said, watching her return his smile.
She nodded, and moved back to the counter, just as Caroline entered the kitchen, only to pause for a second when she saw him sitting at the table.
Shaking her head, Caroline moved to the counter, and picked up her plate of food. Normally, she would eat at the table, but sitting down with him…
Turning her head, she saw Bonnie smile encouragingly, and letting out a small groan, she sat down on the far side of the table, away from him.
"Awe, Forbes, you decided to share my company." He stated, lifting his eyes to hers, just as she was about to take a bite of her eggs.
She frowned, and lowered her fork a fraction. "I see the storm didn't wash away your attitude last night." She remarked, taking a bite of her egg.
He chuckled, and shook his head. "Nor yours, it seems." He returned, causing her to glare at him.
She opened her mouth to say something, but Bonnie placed a glass of orange juice in front of her, and shook her head. She groaned, and focused on her plate.
Klaus lifted his eyes to Bonnie, and smiled in gratitude, watching her mouth, I didn't do it for you, with a smile on her face.
He shook his head, and focused on the food in front of him.
"How's Rebekah?" Caroline asked, after a moment of silence had passed.
Klaus nodded, and kept his eyes on the plate. "I called as soon as I got up. Stefan said she slept mostly through the night, so that's good." He answered, swallowing.
Caroline nodded, and lowered her eyes to her food. "You know, you can go home today, and be with her." She stated, wondering why she added the 'can' into her words.
He smiled, and nodded. "Stefan's coming to pick me up, and take me home for lunch." He returned, watching her nod.
"That's good." She remarked, lowly.
"Why, Forbes, is that regret I'm hearing in your voice?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. "One might think you don't want me to leave." He added, as she dropped her fork from her hands.
She lifted her eyes to his, and he saw the fire in them that he loved to see at times, but this morning it seemed to be tempered down. "I want you leave as bad as I want a sty on my leg." She stated, standing up, and moved to leave, but his hand grasped her arm, and stilled her movements.
She moved her eyes down to his hand, and swallowed. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and she hoped he couldn't hear it.
With a slow movement, Klaus stood up, never letting go of her arm as he did, not contact with her eyes as she lifted her eyes to his.
Bonnie bowed her head as she felt the kitchen warm to the point of sweating, and not from the ovens, and smiled as she left the kitchen, leaving them alone with the scorching room.
Caroline held his eyes, and felt her knees weaken, slightly. Even after two years, he still had that effect on her.
Klaus searched her eyes, and lifted his right hand to caress her face, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from her eyes. "Do you really want me to go, Caroline?" He asked, holding her eyes.
She swallowed, and for some reason the lie that she wanted to tell him, refused to leave her lips. "No, which is why you should." She added, wanting to move, but couldn't.
"Why?" He asked, his eyes turning into a softer shade of blue.
She swallowed once again, and shook her head. "I…I…can't tell you." She stated, her voice trembling.
He leaned forward, just a hairs breathe away from her lips. "Why not?" He asked, his lips moving over hers, lightly.
She closed her eyes, and shivered. Because I'm not supposed to tell you. She thought, but couldn't say the words. Her mind was becoming a befuddled mess, to the point where she couldn't think or do anything.
With a low moan, her lips caught his, and she melted in his embrace, just like she used to. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as his clutched at her waist, bringing her closer to him, aligning her body with his as his lips claimed hers or she claimed his.
She couldn't tell.
Her heart pounded in her chest as his tongue fought with hers for dominance, but she didn't care. The kiss from the day before had been unexpected, and initiated by him, but this one.
This one she craved. She wanted him. She wanted him like she wanted to ride her mare. It was a slightly different case, but the same one brought her pleasure beyond memory.
She let out a moan against his lips, threw her head back, as his lips grazed her neck, and lightly bit her skin.
"Niklaus…" She moaned, her body feeling on fire, wanting more, needing more.
He moaned, and shivered as she used his full name, and brought his lips back to hers for a searing kiss. "Caroline…" He whispered, against her lips, causing her to smile for the first time with him, freely.
Her body molded to his, and her fingers began to run through his hair as the passion built to the point where they knew they would either have to be hosed down, or finish what they started.
And just as Klaus' fingers grazed her skin underneath her shirt, leading up to her breasts, a throat cleared from the doorway, and they stopped, and in a second the moment had been turned off.
Standing in the doorway was not someone either of them expected to see, nor did they want to.
Especially Klaus.
Please be kind!
Okay, I've come to a decision regarding this story! I've decided that this tale will only be 10 chapters, give or take a few chapters, so that means the chapters will be longer, as I want to wrap this up as soon as possible.
I hope that you all agree!
Also, tomorrow, I may not have an update to any of my stories, considering that my mom is going for a heart catheterization tomorrow, and I will be at the hospital for most of the day.
Anyway, I will try to update a few more chapters this week, so hope for the best!
Next Chapter: Caroline comes close to telling Klaus the truth, but will he already have figured it out? Rebekah and Stefan's past is revealed. Another Mikealson sibling arrives, and bridges the gap between our two 'would-be' lovers.
Until Next Time...
