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Lisolotte.

They were waiting. Klaus/Tyler had gone in so that Rachel could perform the spell what felt like years ago. Originally, the entire group had gone into the room to watch, but Caroline and Rebekah had each caused such a stir that they had been kindly asked to leave. Then, they had been dragged out practically by their hair. Now, they were all in Charlotte's living room. Stefan had begun to read a book off of her bookshelf. Damon was trying, unsuccessfully, to talk to Elena. Katherine was laughing at him. Jeremy and Kol had started playing the Wii that had suddenly appeared in the house. Elijah was thoughtfully watching Charlotte who was trying to distract Caroline and Rebekah with online shopping.

"That dress is hideous and you know it, Lottie," Rebekah snarled.

"It could be very flattering. I don't know why you have to be so negative about it, Beks. I love that blue. Aegean Blue is on my favorite shades on you. You look like a mermaid. A beautiful and powerful mermaid."

Rebekah smiled begrudgingly, "I guess the color is quite nice. I should like it on another outfit though, that look is not cute on me."

"Rebekah is a pretty mermaid," Caroline whined, "but what am I?"

"Green would look good on you, Caroline. It is the perfect color for a snake," Katherine said cattily. She earned herself a sharp look from Charlotte. "I'm sorry, Caroline, that isn't fair. I am just frustrated. You want something light and mellow. Any pastel would flatter you. That blue would look great on Rebekah, but would probably wash you out. You need something that highlights your buoyant personality. Light colors like an angel."

"Did an alien just take over your body?" Caroline asked.

"Or one of Charlotte's ghosts possess you to dole out fashion sense?" Rebekah added.

Katherine shrugged. "It's true."

"Yes, it is," Charlotte added. "Nothing wrong with Katherine being helpful, right?"

"When it's so sudden, it raises some eyebrows," Elijah said softly.

Charlotte threw him a dark look.

"The girl you all have a problem with is one that has been running for her life for 500 years. Of course she wouldn't be friendly and helpful. She would be doing everything she could to stay alive. That doesn't mean that I was being my true self. I was being the person I needed to be," Katherine defended herself.

Charlotte smiled softly at her. "That is not the girl I know either. I know a wonderful and invaluable friend. Who just might be the best person to go shopping with."

That admission shut down any further discussion of Katherine's motives and her personality. Instead, everyone became absorbed in the light show that was playing itself out in the crack underneath the door of Charlotte's guest room. There had been no sounds of torture or pain coming from there. A whole lot of light had escaped though.

No one was quite sure how helpful that light would be to righting the order within their world. Klaus was nobody's best friend (no matter how much he insisted that he and Stefan were brothers), but he was the evil they knew. As far as they knew, there was no reason for Klaus to harm them anymore. The league of goons who were attempting to kill him posed a real threat. Damon had briefed them about their two attacks on the road, leaving out the parts where Charlotte spilled her soul and secrets to him. No one was comforted by the fact of these attacks, even though Charlotte came out the victory in both, and easily. No one had come to them in Chicago, but had that been because they had been in such great number or because eliminating the body was the easier choice? No one knew the answer to that one.

Charlotte herself was wondering if the man she had killed near the trunk of the car was the one who had been projecting the ghosts. She was almost positive that it could not have been him. Had it been, he would have been more aware of the fact that they failed impress or distract her. That left another person of questionable strength out there who could do what Charlotte could do. Not only that, but they had brought Tatia into this. Charlotte was surprised that her sister had not moved on, to be honest, but she could not summon up pity for the girl who ruined her life. Instead, she tried to figure out who this person could possibly be and how strong they were. This all determined how much they knew about Charlotte. Her abilities were a secret, but not to the dead. She figured that the person had to be a vampire to have projected that many spirits, but they were dumb enough to make them so insubstantial that Charlotte knew once she got close. No matter how secretive she was about her powers, it was a well-known fact that she was a 1,000 year old vampire. In the very least, she was very strong and very fast. In truth, that was only the tip of the iceberg. There were so many other abilities she possessed due to her advanced age. But this was no time to sit and think about all the cool and amazing things that she could do. Instead, Charlotte should be worried about the fact that even once Klaus was in his rightful body, this person could present a very serious threat to their lives. Goddamn Mikaelsons.

Kol paused the game that he and Jeremy were playing. "Is this a good time to talk about your ridiculous moral code and mock you for it?"

Charlotte began to open her mouth to offer a retort, but she was interrupted. The doorknob to the guest room began to turn. Everyone in the room went breathless. Kol winked at Charlotte. "It couldn't be answered the first time. Figured the second time wouldn't be either."

Charlotte laughed nervously.

The answer to who was going to walk through that door was of terrible importance to everyone in the room. It would decide whether or not these people would move together as a group to face what came next. This was a big problem that affected them all, but it was certainly not the last thing that would plague them. If Tyler was gone forever, Caroline would not be able to stand it. It was almost a given that her friends would side with her. The Originals would stick together in spite of all their family drama. Charlotte and Katherine might run off together into the sunset to be the weirdest pair of best friends ever.

Tyler came into view. Well, it was Tyler's body. It was entirely possible that it was Klaus still in his body. Caroline slowly stood up, almost as if she was in a trance. When Klaus clapped a hand on his shoulder and appeared behind him, the whole room left out a deep breath.

Caroline ran and hugged both men at once, surprising everyone and no one at the same time. She was promptly shoved out of the way by Rebekah who jumped at her brother with a shriek. There was much celebrating and happiness for about 10 whole minutes before the doorbell rang and everyone looked to the door as if it had grown horns.