c+ "i was watching that hot jogger while driving out of the neighborhood but got distracted and crashed but i just woke up in a hospital room and said hot jogger is at my bedside because apparently they're the one who called the ambulance" AU

"Shit." She hisses as she slams her fist down on the snooze button, shooting out of bed and stumbling towards her wardrobe.

Her head spins, the wine she'd consumed from the night before finally catching up to her. She's definitely still not drunk, but she has a hell of a hangover, which is something that she so does not need at this point in time.

She fires off a quick text message to Bonnie, apologizing for being so late to their Sunday coffee.

Caroline stares at her wardrobe contemplatively for a moment before picking out the closest dress and shrugging into it. While she's pulling on her boots she tries to remember what on earth had happened last night, because the pleasant ache between her thighs told her that she'd clearly slept with someone, and she hoped to god she'd had the sense to use contraception.

She was on the Pill, but you never could be too careful about these sorts of things. Having a baby was so not part of her five year plan.

She has a hazy recollection of a tall, blonde, lean muscled British guy with an absolutely obscene set of lips. She glances once at her watch, swearing under her breath again before throwing random things into her purse before scooping up her phone and keys.

She hits the ground running, making a beeline for her car and throwing her purse into the front seat.

"Shit, shit, shit." She swears under her breath again as she backs out of the driveway.

Last night hadn't even meant to be a rowdy night. Katherine had called asking her to come over, and they'd very quickly consumed a bottle of red wine that Katherine had stored away in her cellar.

Katherine had been in a partying mood, and seemed more than eager to drag her along for the night, reasoning that she needed to get over her asshole of an ex boyfriend by picking up someone obscenely gorgeous.

Apparently hot British guy had been that person. She laments the fact that she didn't get his number before obviously stumbling out of his flat and back to her place. Like two ships passing in the night, she'd probably never see him again.

She pulls the car out into the traffic and presses down on the accelerator, ignoring the blaring of horns behind her. Whatever, they could deal.

She leans over to turn up the radio a little, cracking open the window and letting the breeze run through her hair. It was already a lost cause from the previous night, a little bit more messiness wouldn't hurt her.

Almost unbidden, her eyes land on the jogger at the side of the road. The sandy blonde hair looks strangely familiar, the heather grey shirt sticking to a surprisingly broad set of his shoulders.

She turns her gaze to her rear view mirror as she passes him, eyes widening with his shock when realisation hits. Hot jogger was one night stand guy, aka the guy who went down on her and gave her the most amazing orgasm of her life.

It's the blaring of a horn that draws her attention back to the road, and she has to swerve to avoid the car crossing the intersection that she'd unknowingly drifted into.

The crunch of her car hitting the fire hydrant is all she can hear before she sees black.

It's the soft beeping of a monitor that has her gasping for air, eyes flying open because she should most definitely not be lying down on a flat surface right now.

"You're awake." An accented voice pronounces as her eyes flick towards the figure in the chair beside her bed.

"Did I have sex with you last night?" She asks of the hot, British jogger, wondering what the hell he's doing here.

"It would seem that way. You managed to escape before i could grab your number. Some would call this serendipity." He remarks with a kind smile, waving a hand at their surroundings.

Of course, it takes a few seconds for the realisation to sink in that she's in the hospital. She groans to herself.

"I take it you were the one that called the ambulance then?" She says resignedly as his smile turns into a full blown grin.

"They let me come along for the ride. What on earth made you drift into that intersection?"

"Honestly?" She replies, massaging her temples. "I was sort of checking you out." She adds with a sheepish sort of smile. "Thought you looked familiar."

She's rewarded with the sound of his laughter as he tips his head back with a fond smile.

"I'm flattered sweetheart, really."

She sucks in a breath, noting that she's pretty much okay injury wise. Her forehead is a bit tender but apart from that…

"Why am I in the hospital exactly?"

Hot British guy shrugs.

"Standard procedure for collision accidents, or so I'm told. You're in here purely for observational reasons."

She glances at her surroundings with a sigh.

"Any chance you might be able to spring me out?" She asks hopefully as the guy grins again.

"I may be convinced. But I don't know your name. I believe that in itself is a pre requisite for the paperwork."

"It's Caroline. And yours?"

"Klaus. And to apologise for inadvertently being the cause of your accident, I'm prepared to take you out for coffee and see where we can go from there. Are you game sweetheart?"

She smiles at him brilliantly.

"Hell yeah i'm game."