Prompt: Caroline asks Klaus history questions and he amuses both of them by coming up with increasingly ridiculous and untrue answers because he wasn't in that area of the world at the time.

"Okay then, what about Henry VIII's reign in England?" She asks curiously, sweat cooling on their bodies as he traces lazy circles on her back.

The perks of having a 1000 year old boyfriend- not only did he know pretty much every sex thing (and has tried every sex thing) in existence, he was a wealth of knowledge when it came to historical events, having lived through most of the events that she'd only ever read about in history books.

"Ah yes, Henry VIII." Klaus remarks, a hint of fondness present in his tone. She rolls her eyes, preparing herself for an outlandish tale.

She doesn't doubt that he's met a lot of people, some of them famous. I mean, he casually name dropped Magellan that one time back in Mystic Falls, he would have so many stories to tell.

The thing is, she can never tell if he's actually telling the truth of if he's just bullshitting his way through it to amuse her.

"Well you know about Henry's third wife, Jane Seymour?" Klaus asks quietly, fingers tangling through her hair. "She had hair just like yours sweetheart."

"Let me guess, you slept with her as well?" She fills in the gaps for him, listening to the rumble of his chest as he chuckles.

"Sorry to disappoint. I know Kol did though. And he also stole a bracelet from her that was worth quite a bit of money. A bracelet that was give to you."

It takes a while for the other shoe to drop so to say before she's propping himself up on an elbow and staring down at him incredulously.

"You gave me Jane Seymour's bracelet?" She whispers furiously at him. He just blinks back at her, clearly amused by her reaction.

"She didn't have much need for it, did she?" Klaus answers with an infuriating smile, even as she lets out a soft groan, dropping her forehead to rest against his chest, sheets tangled around her waist.

"Okay, moving on. French Revolution."

"I invented the guillotine." Klaus replies promptly.

"Bullshit." She challenges him, even as he arches one eyebrow towards her.

"The French nobility wanted a quick and efficient way to end a life without inflicting unnecessary amounts of pain. Thus, they came to me."

"I still don't believe you." She tells him firmly, digging her fingers into his chest. "Why would you care about the affairs of humans?"

"Because they became very close to exposing me for what I was. It was another way to get rid of my enemies."

She falls silent at that, turning his statement over in her mind, examining it from all angles.

"World War One." She says whisper quiet, watching carefully as his whole face changes.

"I was in Britain, and was drafted before I could make it off the continent. The things that I saw…"

Dare she say it, but Klaus looks almost haunted by the ghosts of years gone by, the first time that she'd ever seen him show any sort of vulnerability.

"I've fought in wars before that one, but I've never seen humanity turn on itself as much as during World War One."

She casts out another date, trying to steer them away from what was obviously a sensitive subject.

"The assassination of President Kennedy."

"It was Kol that pulled the trigger. He was the second assassin that people started to believe in. Of course with his vampiric speed, he moved far too quickly to be caught on film, and he left no trace that he'd been even there."

They keep going like this, she throwing random dates at him, and Klaus weaving intricate and elaborate tales of himself and his siblings messing with the fabric of history.

The next morning she sees Kol in the kitchen, digging into a bowl of Frosty Flakes. She winces on his behalf at the sugar content, reaching for the muesli and pouring herself a bowl.

"So you guys seem to have been around for a few historical events." She begins lightly, as Kol turns to look at her with an amused smile.

"Which ones?"

"You slept with Jane Seymour." She begins without preamble, as Kol tilts his head back and laughs.

"I most certainly did. But Nik was never around during that period. He was in Asia I believe."

Her eyes narrow suspiciously at this, dropping down into a seat opposite Kol.

"What about the French Revolution?"

"Oh god he didn't feed you that bullshit story about how he invented the guillotine did he? He was in England at the time, doing god knows what." Kol supplies with a grin.

Kol's smile grows even wider as she continues to throw dates at him. While Klaus had been telling the truth about WWI, he'd been a bitch ass liar about pretty much everything else.

"Except the bracelet." Kol seemingly reads her mind. "That he was telling the truth about."

She remembers Klaus' words from long ago and hides her smile.

"It was worn by a Queen once, almost as beautiful as you."