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Klaus absolutely did not need a shrink. This appointment was absolutely not a therapy session. If anyone asked (which they wouldn't), he would say he was at Rousseau's with Elijah. He just wanted to talk about this (and figure out how to contain the sheer amount of happiness coursing through his veins) with someone who was not in his family.

He was sitting in Cami's office and staring at the little object in his hand. He was sure he had a look of astonishment and wonder on his face, along with the small tinge of fear that crossed his features as he inevitably thought of all this disappearing. He was also sure Cami had only seen this expression once, a little over a year earlier.

"What's got you looking like the cat that caught the canary?"

"A vampire friend of mine is coming into town."

"Oh? Don't let him eat any of the patrons."

"It's a she. She's doing her residency here at Tulane Medical Center. Her name is Caroline and she might be the love of my existence. Mention her to anyone and I'll rip your heart out." He said it like it was the most ordinary thing in the world, not the monumental leap of faith he'd been waiting for.

Cami nearly choked. She met Klaus ten years ago as a student studying paranormal psychology, and he quickly compelled her to spy for him while he dueled with Marcel for control of the French Quarter. She had eventually discovered she was a pawn, walked away from both him and Marcel, got sucked back in when the witches had gone bat shit crazy, and ended up a vampire. Through all that, she and Klaus had somehow become genuine friends. Cami was now, for lack of a better term, a supernatural therapist. She assumed she had heard it all.

That belief was obviously incorrect.

"The love of your existence is a vampire doctor?!"

"Luna, you're not hungry?" Caroline asked. Luna was always hungry. She spent the better part of her days running around and getting into mischief, which Caroline found required a tremendous amount of calories. Having the metabolism of a werewolf vampire witch with a beating heart probably had a lot to do with it.

"Bethany Jenkins didn't invite me to her birthday party," Luna said quietly. She was pushing her spaghetti around on her plate and resolutely not looking at Caroline.

"Who is Bethany Jenkins?" Caroline asked gently.

"A girl in my class."

Luna was in fourth grade at Bishop McManus School. Before that, Klaus had fundamentally refused to let her attend elementary school with other kids her age and hired tutors instead. When she arrived in New Orleans a year ago, Caroline had seen Luna's loneliness and armed herself with statistics on the benefits of public education and research on the best schools in the city. Klaus claimed the school system was rubbish. (He was terrified of letting Luna grow up. He was the most powerful creature on the planet, but he couldn't protect his daughter from the real world forever.)

It took Caroline four months (how DARE you march in here and tell me how to raise my child?!), infinite patience ("I'm not threatening to sign her up behind your back! I'm just asking you to think about it, okay?"), and using Elijah, Rebekah, Marcel and Cami as a rotating arsenal of reinforcements to get him to see reason. Somewhere in the middle of the whole debacle, Luna had decided she completely adored Caroline. And even though Caroline had tried to be cool and indifferent (she wasn't her mother, after all, and that hurt), it quickly became apparent that she was as unconditionally in love with Luna as Klaus' little girl was with her.

They had a routine now. When Caroline's schedule allowed it, Luna came over to her apartment after school for dinner and homework time. Klaus picked her up around six when Caroline left for the hospital.

"Is she just inviting a few girls? Maybe two or three?" Caroline asked.

"No, everybody. Just not me. She's being mean on purpose. And I can't tell Dad because he'll think she's threatening the empire or something."

Luna was daddy's little girl, through and through. She understood him extremely well. Even though she was only nine, she already possessed her father's best qualities, including a keen mind, charisma, beauty and strength of will. On the day Luna was born, Klaus had sworn to make sure she never experienced the 1000 years of betrayal, abuse and heartache the Original family had endured before her. He still regularly screwed up, but that promise, along with Caroline's presence and Elijah's example, had made Luna thoughtful and compassionate. Unfortunately, however, she was also extremely sensitive. She had the same fear of loneliness and abandonment that had plagued Klaus his entire existence (and Caroline too, if she was being honest).

"You know, I purposely didn't invite my friend Elena to my birthday party when I was in second grade."

"The one you're trying to convince to visit? By the way, it sounds like that'll take a while."

Caroline waved that off- Klaus and Elena's relationship was her current long-term battle, and the fact Luna had picked up on it came as no surprise.

"Yes, her. Anyway, I didn't invite her and I invited everybody else. Everybody loved Elena and I was being jealous and petty and mean. I was afraid they liked her more. I wanted her to feel left out."

"But you're a good person. And you and her are friends."

"I try to be good. I have to work at it. And Elena and I are friends now because we eventually stopped the petty fighting. I'm not saying be friends with Bethany Jenkins, because honestly it sounds like you'd be better off without her. I'm saying it's entirely possible you weren't invited because she's afraid her friends will like you more, and that scares her, and not because there's something wrong with you."

Luna looked up. "Really?"

"Yes."

Caroline could remember a similar conversation with Klaus in his kitchen (granted, she had been wearing considerably less clothing.)

"Klaus," she had said gently. "Is it possible that everything Mikael did to you was because of his own issues, and not because there was something wrong with you?"

Luna was quiet for another minute and then brightened up.

"If a finish my pasta, can I have a Fruit Roll-Up?"

"You know those are like, 99% corn syrup and dye, right?"

This is dangerous. The other shoe can still drop. He has to talk himself down. He had access to her apartment before this. This is only a key. (But it's not. It's trust. And commitment. And she moved here, and she loves his daughter, and he's starting to believe her when she says she loves him too.)

"It's for you," she said, smiling, full of light and waiting for his reaction to the little brown paper package. "You know, so you can use the front door like a normal person."

"It's a big deal, a really good thing," Cami says. "You're allowed to be happy about it. We can talk about it more next time, but time's up."

He's on his way out- he has to go get Luna, and he wants to see Caroline before her shift starts- when Cami stops him, her knowing smile making her eyes crinkle up a bit at the corners.

"Klaus. Just give it another year before you get her an engagement ring, okay?"