I know there's been a major lack of Klaroline so far, but don't worry, it'll happen guys! :D

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Klaus' head felt like someone had packed it with screws and shook it furiously.

He couldn't open his eyes due to the pain so he remained still, with only his hearing to decipher where the hell he was. He could only make out the calming sound of the ocean swishing and swaying, colliding with a rough surface at some point. He could feel the sun on his face, it burnt a little too brightly causing his closed eyes to see orange and yellow light.

Despite his pounding headache Klaus decided that he had to see what the fuck was going on. So after counting to 10, he slowly opened his eyes.

He squinted as the sun blurred his vision, warm tears ran down his eyes at the intensity of the light, it took him a few more seconds to get a clear picture. He sat up slowly wincing as he placed his left hand down to steady himself, it gave way and he knew it was broken, at best sprained. Due to this he flopped back down sand collecting in his ears and eyes.

Soon it all became too much as the pain soared through his temples to behind his ears, Klaus closed his eyes forgetting the unknown world around him and fell unconscious.

Caroline opened her eyes and instantly squeezed then shut, the harsh salt water clawed at her eye balls and made her want to throw up, but she couldn't, she couldn't breathe she was in the middle of a nightmare, no, the sea.. She opened her eyes again, attempting to focus in the water... was this a dream..nightmare.

She gasped as something tugged her towards the surface, mounds of salt water entering her lungs, when she finally broke the surface a fit of coughs erupted from her mouth. She heard a voice behind her, it was male and husky but not familiar.

"You okay?" He shouted, Caroline turned around.

It was a man in his early thirties, she thought he would look rather attractive if it hadn't been for the 3 deeps looking gashes along his forehead and a patch of hair missing around his right ear. He was looking straight at her, flailing his arms around in the water, panic stricken. "Hey, are you okay!?" He tried again.

Caroline kicked her legs and arms wildly in the water, finally understanding that this was far from a dream. "OH MY GOD!" She cried panicking, "OH MY GOD TYLER! TYLER, TYLER!?" She swam away from the man and noticed several other people swimming towards what seemed to be a small island. She kicked her legs and followed the small crowd screaming Tyler's name as she went.

Her heart pounded in her chest and she ignored her screaming muscles and carried on swimming towards the island, it felt like she was in a long dark tunnel, only the island in sight, she attempted too zone out the terrified screams around her and the several people who swam near her, finally nearing the island she saw people being hauled onto the sandy shore by others, she had hope that Tyler would already be on the island and would help her to safety. The thought made her carry on through the pain.

15 minutes later Caroline came to the edge of the island, her heart racing and pain coursing through her body she saw a boy, a little older than herself pulling the woman in front of her onto the shore. He tended to the woman before offering his hand.

She took it immediately holding on tight as he hauled her onto dry land. She face planted into the glorious sand and she got a mouthful of it. She turned onto her back and coughed violently. The guy loomed over her, blocking the sun. "Are you all right?" he asked rather hastily, blood dripping down his cheek. Caroline noticed that he had several cuts and gashes along both cheeks and was not balancing fully on one leg. She nodded slowly.

Pain shot up her left leg and Caroline gripped the sand to stop from crying out, it didn't work, she screamed as she attempted to bend over to see the damage. Breathing deeply she leant over timidly, pacing herself, her eyes caught sight of her leg and she gasped.

Her leg had a large gash down the side, it was bleeding rapidly and her bone could be seen a certain points, it trailed from just above her knee right down to her ankle, the ankle bone was protruding slightly and dark blue and black bruises littered her foot.

Tears ran down her drenched cheeks as her leg began to throb and more blood oozed from the large cut. Her heart was racing in her chest, she began to pant, the air was too thick here she couldn't catch her breathe. Her throat began to tighten causing her arms to shake. She cried out again as the pain grew worse - a pool of bright red blood began to form on the sand beneath her. No one stopped to tend to her, she had blocked out the mayhem behind her until now. She could hear terrified screams and yells, the ocean hitting the shore and fizzling back, more screams, frantic pleads and cries of pain she could hear something else as well, not a human sound something else. She tilted her head to the side, the sun reflected of something and blinded her for a few seconds. Caroline squinted and turned her head out of the suns direct view, her eyes landed on a huge white object in the middle of the beach.

There was no doubt, it was the plane, which part she wasn't sure, but it was at least 'some' of it.

She scooted closer towards it biting her lip through the pain in her leg her bum dragging heaps of sand along with her.

As she drew closer to the aircraft she could see that some of it was ablaze, fire encircled the far end, licking through it's window and body, it cracked as it hit the metal sending sparks of fire into the air. Smoke billowed from the front also, thick, grey and black smoke curled into the air, it's ascent reminded her of dancing, twirling and twisting it was rather beautiful, the black on blue image.

"It's gunna' blow!" Someone's bellowing voice broke her reverie, she heard several foot steps running towards her.

She turned towards them and noticed there frantic faces, there were two men and a women. "What's happening?" She tried but it only came out as a whisper. She cleared her throat and took a deep breathe turning towards one of the men who was coming towards her she tried again "What's happening!?"

The man reached her and stopped, they were only a few yards from the plane. The man looked awful, his dark brown hair had been singed it various places, his left eye was swollen to a squint, black bruises were beginning to surround it, his nose was bleeding as was his lip and when he spoke Caroline could see that he was missing a few teeth. His face was matted with a mixture of dried blood, bruises, various cuts and sand. He turned back towards the plane and Caroline noticed part of his ear had been charred off. She winced.

He faced her again "Shit. We've crash landed. Fuck." He panted. "And the planes about to blow. You need to move." His words formulated in her mind not quite sinking in. They'd crashed. There plane had plummeted through the air and ... crashed...

Tears began to flow freely down her cheeks...Elena, Jeremy, Bonnie, Damon, Tyler... What happened to them, are they here too? Are they safe? Caroline's mind ran through the countless scenarios of how to find her friends. She started to get up but her legs caused her to flop back onto the sand with a smack.

The man rushed towards her and picked her up from under the armpits hauling her over his shoulder. She screamed and thumped at his back but he continued to run way from the ticking time bomb of a plane. A few more yards away he placed her back into onto the beach, running the back of his hand over his forehead he looked down at Caroline sympathetically. "Sorry, we just had to get away from there." He pauses and looks back at the plane then back at her. "You okay?" He asked. Caroline only sobbed into her hands, the man took another look at her, sighed loudly and ran away.

Caroline sobbed harder into her hands, realising she had become, in a matter of seconds, broken, damaged and alone.

Rebekah had told him once, that every time she felt she was taking a chance, or doing something that could be potentially problematic or harmful she would think over every possible outcome, only the bad, therefore it would never happen. When Klaus had scoffed and said: "How will that help if you've thought about it, that isn't going to save you." She had replied rather proudly by stating that: "Things happen when you least expect them right? Isn't that what people say" He'd nodded but rolled his eyes, "Exactly, so if I expect it, it won't happen." Klaus could only hope that she had thought of this outcome and had thought of her survival. He hoped that more than he had hoped for anything ever before.

He ran through the thick shrubbery holding his injured hand to his chest, using his good hand to claw at the small twigs and branches which blocked his path. Klaus could here screams and had been following them for the past ten minutes. After being awoken again by the pain in his hand he had made the decision to find others, he couldn't possibly be the only survivor. He'd breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the first human noise, granted, it hadn't been a nice one, someone being sick he'd presumed, but he was relieved none-the-less.

Now he was making his way closer towards the other people who had survived and he prayed Rebekah was amongst them.

Breaking through the last cluster of greenery Klaus witnessed the scene in front of him. It felt like he was witnessing a scene from an ugly, overly grotesque horror film, like none of it was real - he wasn't actually standing here watching this happen for real, it was on a screen, all fake and over exaggerated or it was just a horrible dream but he blinked and the screaming remained.

Klaus stormed from the tree's into the opening, he had to find his sister. "Rebekah!" He yelled.

"REBEKAH!" He tried again, bellowing over the noise. He continued towards the edge of the island, squinting and shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun he tried to see if she was swimming towards the shore or bobbing in the ocean, he couldn't see her, or anyone.

He wasn't giving up on her. Trudging through the hot sand towards a group of people whom were sitting in a cluster near a large coconut tree, he reached them and knelt down, "Has anyone seen a blonde girl, about this tall" he showed this using his good hand "she was wearing, erm, blue jeans and a red top, black heels.." he tried. The people looked up at him and thought for a moment. Eventually they begin to shake there heads, one man, with dark blonde hair and soppy looking eyes caught Klaus' eye. "No sorry man, I haven't seen her." He gave him a look of sympathy before tending back a women arm. Klaus stood up vexed, he thought about trying to enter the part of the plane that was obviously waiting to blow further down the beach before someone tapped his shoulder.

He turned around to face a small woman with brown hair, she held a gauze and some numbing agent, Klaus wondered whether she was a Doctor. She gave him a small smile "Is that her?" she pointed towards a blonde woman who sat a little away from them, her head was bent and her leg was strewn out in front of her. Klaus ran towards her, praying she was right.

Caroline swiped her hand across her nose allowing the sobs to die down, her eyes stung from all the crying and she felt useless just sitting there crying over her friends as if she knew they were gone, for all she knew they might be in this same situation as her just a little further down the beach, the thought made her almost jump from her sitting position, and despite her leg she just might have, if someone hadn't tapped on her shoulder.

She whizzed her head around thinking it might be Elena or Bonnie or Jeremy or Tyler, hell right now she'd still be overjoyed to see Damon. It wasn't any of them.

"Oh. Arghhh." The man said, clearly aggravated.

"Can I help you?" She replied.

He came closer, a frantic look in his eyes "Have you seen a girl with blonde hair, she's about 5'6, wearing dark blue jeans and a red t-shirt..black heels?" Caroline could see him pleading with his eyes, they were mesmerizing, a deep blue like looking into the ocean.

She shook her head. "No I'm sorry" He sighed and bowed his head, he began to turn away.

"Hey, uh, have you seen a guy with dark hair, tanned..?" she trailed off as pain shot up her leg, she squeezed her eyes shut.

"No. Not seen him." The man replied looking away from her, Caroline followed his gaze and landed on the plane.

A young girl was standing perilously close to the burning aircraft, her brown hair tousled in the wind, she seemed to be reaching towards something, her face from what Caroline could make out looked pained and frankly terrified. Next to the girl was a man, he had short curly dark hair and was wearing a light brown jacket of a blue t-shirt. He was reaching into a gaping hole at the side of the plane, close to the cockpit of which flame whipped put from the broken windows.

It was the first time Caroline had thought of the captain and the crew, were any of them alive, did the captain escape? Another thought came creeping into her mind.. what the hell had happened - how had the plane come down?

The man's deep voice interrupted her thoughts. "Do you think people might still be in there?" he pointed towards the plane. "Trapped?"

Her heart raced in her chest, he couldn't be suggesting that they look in their, was he? It was bound to explode any second...

He just stared at her intently, waiting for an answer. Caroline shook her head. "We can't go in there, it's going to blow.. are you crazy?"

For the briefest of moments she swear she saw the man's mouth twitch up slightly at the edges but it was gone just as fast as it'd come. He just turned to face the plane. "May as well, I've got nothing to loose.."

With that he took off - heading for what remained of their plane. Caroline could practically hear the ticking of the time bomb as she saw him enter the burning inferno.

She prayed silently that Tyler wasn't in there, for so many reasons she hoped so much that he wasn't in there.

He felt the heat of the rippling flames and he ran further towards the almost skeleton of an aircraft, pushing past several screaming people as he went. He could easily tell it was the front, the front was clearly the cock pit, both sides curved to a sharp point at the front, the 4 large windows blown out and know sign of the captain inside, he ran around and reached the part in which he could even, not safely but it was possible.

The heat bit at his face making it taut and dry, ignoring this he carefully placed his foot over the sharp edges of metal jutting out from the outward shell, avoiding the loose wires and lining of the interior moulding. Grasping one side of the aircraft he flinched, a large gash trailing down his right palm, thankfully his good hand, he'd slashed it on a large piece of aluminium, squeezing his palm and placing his hand carefully onto the side he hauled himself into the remains of the plane.

Dark, thick smoke blurred his vision for a matter of seconds, it infiltrated his lungs causing him to cough rather dryly, after a moment however it seemed to evaporate and he had a clear(ish) view of what remained of the plane he had sat in nicely only hours ago. The plane had separated 11 rows from the cockpit, anyone sitting past that would have died when the rest of it had presumably fell into the ocean. It was luck or perhaps fate that he had survived and somehow Klaus felt it wrong that he had had the chance too, he wasn't exactly a model citizen, hell, he wasn't even a remotely good person, but he had survived and that was that.

The plane was now filled with light grey smoke, the stuff that hurt your eyes but didn't make you nearly cough up your lungs, every orange breathing devise hung from it's thin elastic wire bumping into the seats below, many of the windows had been blown in, glass littered the seats and floor, some seats were torn and others snapped into several pieces bent awkwardly, some ever coming loose at the bottom, tipping slightly to one side. Luggage littered the floor, some open others remained closed, Klaus found the scene rather eerie but it wasn't like he hadn't been to the scene of a death before, or several deaths for that matter. Blood smeared the walls and floor, the smell was intense, it smelt of fire, smoke, fuel, blood and decay. Around 20 bodies remained in the plane.

Klaus tried not to look at them, but his eyes caught most. Some were still sitting up right, their eyes open and staring, he felt as if they would wake up any second, he was ready for it, but they never did. Other's however were obscure, their bodies twisted and disfigured, eyes open terrified, eyes shut, eyes swinging from their sockets.

Necks were cracked, causing the neck to look morphed and heads to sit oddly turning an unnatural way. Some of those who had managed to engage in the brace position had had their heads blown in from the inpact of hitting the seat in front, brain parts hung from the skulls and at this Klaus followed swiftly on calling Rebekah's name.

He knew he wouldn't find her dead in one of those chairs, she hadn't been sitting down when they had fallen, he knew exactly were she would be...

He reached the toilet at the front of the plane breathing deeply. His hands began to shake as he reached for the handle, collecting himself before freaking out, very uncharacteristically. He went for the door handle. It popped open.

A body was slumped next the sink, it wasn't Rebekah but a boy, younger than himself, he had dark hair and was tanned. He was obviously the boy the young woman outside had been piping for. Klaus bent down and checked the guys pulse, he felt a beat, he was alive.

First Klaroline scene guys! ... well kiind of one I guess..

Don't worry more to come, and by the way the it was Alaric in the water at the beginning and Stefan who pulled Caroline up from the water, I felt he needed to be there. So...who else do you think survived?

REVIEW to say who you want to live! (Though I can't make any promises!)