A/N: Oh, how I've missed you all, my dear readers! And this pairing. Through it all, I will always love me some Caroline/Klaus.

How are you? I'm genuinely curious.

Do not fret! I have not given up on this couple, just enjoying my summer break and trying to chalk up some ideas for this thing I've got going on here, along with ideas for my other stories.

I listened to a piano version of "Sail" by AWOLNATION while I wrote this. Less intense.

Please excuse all mistakes. I do not have a beta.

Please, enjoy!

This is how I show my love

I made it in my mind because-

Sail!

Sail- AWOLNATION

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'? You have no choice."

"Caroline, get that thing away from me or I swear I'll-"

"What? You'll do what? Get all Original Vampire-y on me? That's an empty threat, darling."

The man cringed as the blonde beauty shoved the pink and white polka-dotted apron to his chest. "You're going to help me with this whether you like it or not," stated Caroline in a tone of finality.

Though the woman could be intimidating doesn't mean he wasn't going to argue. He loved getting under her skin and riling her up.

He just enjoyed her. Period.

"Why am I even here? I could just leave." To emphasize Klaus took a step backwards toward the exit of the kitchen. He took another step all the while keeping a cautious gaze on Caroline, waiting to witness her flip a bitch. He was a foot away from salvation when he was hit by a wave of guilt. Not many things could evoke such an emotion from the man, but this blonde creature seemed to possess a magical hold on him. She had him wrapped around her lithe finger and she sure as hell used it to her advantage.

He didn't know whether it was a curse, or a blessing.

Klaus noticed that the woman's shoulders were tense as she continued to read the instructions on a box of cake-mix. Her back still facing him. He was confused that she hadn't swirled around and threatened to remove his male genitilia at the mention of him taking his exit.

The Original was sort of concerned. Just a little.

The man rested his back against the wall, inches away from the exit leading to the living room, which lead to the front door, which lead to the outside- baking free- world.

"Caroline?" Klaus immediately cleared his throat when he noticed his voice sounded too concerned. "I'm going to take my leave now." He watched Caroline's shoulders suddenly sag as she let out a tired sigh.

"You really don't want to help me bake?"

"Honestly, sweetheart, I do not."

Caroline whirled around so quickly that he didn't have time to prepare himself for her onslaught of-

Puppy eyes and pouting pink lips.

He was so fucked.

"Why not?" Her broken voice shot a pang in his chest. "You always tell me how phenomenal your culinary skills are since you've been like everywhere on the freaking planet. You know how insecure I am about my own baking skills since they're nowhere near as good as yours. I just would really appreciate your help in this." She ended her sob story with a small sniffle.

She was way too good at this.

"Or were you just lying to me about your skills? It's alright if you suck at cooking, Klaus. I won't judge you."

The man gave an obnoxious, yet sultry, snort. "First of all, my expertise in cooking is top notch. Secondly, I just don't want to help to you in this."

"But why not?" she whined.

"Caroline, I'm not going to spend hours helping you make a cake for another man. That's just not happening."

Klaus watched as Caroline stared back at him with a blank expression, blinking slowly.

He was waiting for it.

Then she rolled her eyes, letting him know that she finally caught on to what he was trying to imply.

"Seriously, Klaus? You don't want to help me bake a cake because I'm going to give it to another man? Are you kidding me?" There was so much disbelief held in her dry laugh.

"Basically. Yes."

Splat!

For even an Original, he had to admit that he only nearly dodged that flying egg aimed for his head. His swift movement caused the egg to crash against the white walls behind him. Inches from his face.

He looked to Caroline to see her face red in anger. "You're being fucking ridiculous!"

Klaus shrugged as he flicked a piece of eggshell off his shoulder. "I'm not the one having a childish tantrum and throwing eggs."

"Klaus." She gravely hissed.

"Caroline." He simply smirks.

"But you're obligated to help me."

"And why do you say that?"

"Because you love me. A lot."

The male vampire gave a genuine, hearty guffaw as he pushed himself off the wall. She had said it with such unwavering confidence, like if she knew that it was the truest fact known amongst man. He made his way towards his girl and rested his hands on her shoulders, staring into her pleading blue eyes.

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear then cupped her cheek. "That is true," he smiled. Confirming her earlier statement.

Caroline's smile quickly dropped when Klaus continued, "It's very true, love, but I'm still not helping you."

Caroline opened her mouth to argue, but he interrupted. "I have other things to attend to, and no, you are not any less important because you are the most important thing in my life."

The blonde female melted at his last few words. He could be so sweet when he wasn't plotting his many ways to terrorize people. Thank goodness she finally convinced him to lay off her friends. However, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of swooning his way out of producing baked goods with her today.

"Glad you think of me as a 'thing'," Caroline teased. "But you're still helping me because you are the one who scared this man so badly that he had a serious heart attack. He's basically traumatized because of you, too."

Klaus threw her an incredulous look as his arms dropped by his sides. "Me? You're the one who made the grave mistake of using your vampire speed in front of him to runaway after you nearly had him run over you with his truck! It's your fault that he had a heart attack. I don't see how any of that relates to me."

"It's all of your fault!" she yelled, "All of that would have never happened if you never left me in the first place!"

Her lover's flash of genuine hurt in his eyes had her shutting her big mouth with a painful snap.

"I thought we were over this," Klaus lowly hissed through his teeth. Sadness and regret dripping from his words.

"We are! Totally over it! I-I didn't mean it in that way. I'm stupid. I shouldn't have said anything," Caroline lowered her head so she wouldn't have to gaze into Klaus's piercing, analyzing orbs. Damn it! Why did she always have to say something stupid?

I always say the wrong things.

And in that very second, Caroline reverted back to her old self.

The old self that only spoke about the newest trends while her eyes remained on the rear ends of boys.

Immature.

Shallow.

Always saying the wrong things.

She never wanted to be that person again. Caroline knew she was so much stronger, both mentally and physically. Not because she's a kickass immortal vampire now, but because of all of the experiences she went through. No longer having to rely on someone.

She knew that she was one badass mother fucker.

(Not to be cocky, or anything.)

But sometimes, one should know when they were in the wrong.

Caroline released her bottom lip from it's seizure by her teeth. "I'm sorry," she admitted in a whisper.

She was ashamed.

In the next moment, the woman felt a pair of strong arms wound around her waist, holding her tight against a hard chest.

This position was all too familiar.

"Oh, my sweet Caroline." Said woman could feel Klaus smile against her forehead. He gave it a peck before leaning back a bit to gaze into her eyes. "You truly need my help?"

Caroline let out a sigh of relief and beamed a grateful smile. She knew that not mentioning the argument was Klaus's way of forgiveness. He was right. They were totally over it.

What happened in the past must remain in the past.

No use in nicking and picking at it when all was said and done about it.

She made a mental vow that baking this cake and giving it to Ted (the driver that had to stay in the hospital for a week for his near death experience, not to mention witnessed vampires- but Klaus already took care of that with some simple compulsion) will be the last reminder of that horrid event.

"Yes," Caroline nodded against his chest. She felt his chest rise and rumble, before deflating, his warm breath fanning her cheeks.

"Fine," he agreed defeated.

Being the tease that she was, Caroline couldn't help but ask, "And what about the pink apron?"

"What about it?" The man inquired slightly irritated.

"Will you wear it?"

"Caroline," Klaus warned.

"What-?"

"No."

"Fine, fine. That's a deal I'll take!" There was a beat of silence before the woman let out an excited squeal and hopped up, latching herself onto his body while her arms wrapped around Klaus's neck and legs around his waist. The Original was caught off guard (surprise) and had to sit Caroline's bottom onto the counter to regain balance.

She was so enveloped in peppering her boyfriend's chin, cheeks, and nose with appreciative kisses that she barely heard his whisper.

"But first..."

Caroline suddenly felt a mass drop onto her head as her sight was incased in white. She coughed as she used her hands to fan away the floating white particles blurring her vision.

"What the hell?" She looked to the offender and watched as he held a crumpled white paper ball in his hand as he smirked at the sight of her. The vampire followed his gaze and gasped. Her entire body- skin, clothes, hair, and all- was covered in white.

And here she thought she couldn't get any paler.

She looked like a ghost.

Caroline internally giggled at the thought. Now, wouldn't that be a freaky supernatural turn of events.

An amused voice interrupted her muse. "Don't be angry, love. It is only fair."

Her jaw dropped. "Klaus! You wasted all of the flour!"

"I'll buy you more."

"Who's going to clean this mess? Cause it sure as hell ain't going to be me!"

"I volunteered to help bake, sweetheart. Not be your personal maid service." No matter how hard she glared, Caroline couldn't get rid of the cocky smirk plastered on his handsome face. The bastard.

Caroline let out an angry growl, though her eyes shined in amusement, as she hopped off the counter to attack the man in front of her.

"You!"

Sounds of feet shuffling and laughter, from both occupants, came from the kitchen as the day went on.

Sounds of genuine happiness.

The next morning, Ted woke up to the sound of constant knocking at his front door. He turned to his wife telling her to go back to sleep before he quietly slipped out of bed. Rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes, Ted sluggishly dragged his feet towards the window and brushed the curtains aside to see who in the world was banging at his door at seven in the morning, and on a Saturday for goodness sake.

However, the moment his hand touched the curtain, the knocking on the door ceased. Ted stood there, blinking to rid his blurred vision, and noticed that no one was standing at his door. Instead, he noticed something sitting on the ground. A box of some sorts.

A bit more alert, the man slowly opened his door. He looked left, right, then left again to see if the culprit was still there, hiding somewhere in the bushes. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Ted bent down towards the plain white box, and cautiously lifted the lid. His eyes widened at what was inside.

A cake.

There was a cake inside of the box.

It was covered in white frosting with little pink and light blue flowers decorating the sides of it. It wasn't exactly professional looking, but still nice nonetheless. On the top of the cake was a messy smiley face scrawled in black icing and a simple message addressed to him.

"Sorry, Ted."

The older man scratched his head as he read the message over and over again, trying to gain any sort of meaning out of it. His eyes flicked to a piece of paper peeking from under the box. He gingerly pulled it out, and read lowly to himself.

"This is our apology to you. Don't worry, it's not poisoned. Promise. Have a nice day! From 'C' and 'K'."

From the back of his mind, Ted felt like there was a memory from far, far away that was trying to scratch it's way back to the surface. He felt like he had an idea of who this gift was from, but shook it off. All he knew was that from the writing, it had to be a female. It was probably just one of his coworkers trying to be sneaky. He stuffed the note into his robe pocket as he carefully lifted the box off the floor. Ted shut the door with his foot and called out to his wife,

"Look at what we got, honey!"

A/N: For some odd reason, I quite enjoyed writing Ted's small scene.

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