Rating: T

Summary: Caroline and Klaus were fantastic together, however their friends and family didn't agree and disliked how close they were. The Original Family and the Mystic Falls gang teamed up to erase Caroline's memory of Klaus, but not before they staged a fight, convincing Klaus that they were under attack and Caroline died. Now, Caroline and Klaus are back where their friends and family think they belong but their hearts aren't.

Timeline: Set in the future

Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries isn't mine.

A/N: Thank you for all the reviews, favorites, and follows. They seriously make me ridiculously happy to know that people are enjoying this story. And of course, huge thanks to my beta lilins, without her there would be two different tenses and a lot of confused readers

November, 2018

Brussels, Belgium

Rebekah walked into Comme Chez Soi, at twenty to six. She couldn't stand being in the apartment with Klaus any longer and decided to wait for Elijah there. The hostess tried to seat her near the large windows at the front of the restaurant, but Rebekah quickly compelled the girl to give her an empty booth near the back so they would have some privacy.

Rebekah slipped into the booth and ordered a glass of wine which the waiter quickly brought her as she played with her phone and stared at the couples eating dinner together to pass the time.

Suddenly, Elijah appeared at the end of the table. "Finally," Rebekah sighed. "I've been waiting forever."

"You said six o'clock, and it is exactly six. You were early," Elijah replied as he sat down across from her.

The waiter reappeared and Elijah dismissed him, telling him not to come back for the rest of their time; he didn't feel like bothering with the pretense of food or drinks for this meeting.

"Now, what has Niklaus been up to?" Elijah inquired.

"It's terrible, 'lijah. I've never seen him like this. Yesterday afternoon I came home and there were five bodies in his room. Five. He had to have gotten them in broad daylight too because they weren't there when I left. He had one…he was just sitting in her blood with her insides everywhere and it was...it was terrible."

"This isn't the first time that Niklaus has done something brash and I'm sure it will not be the last. But you have disposed of the bodies?"

"Of course," Rebekah snapped. "I've been cleaning up his messes for the past 900 years."

"You're the one who volunteered to watch him, Rebekah," Elijah reminded her.

"I know," Rebekah sighed. "But you don't seem to understand, it's gotten much worse. We had to leave Vienna because everyone was staying indoors at night, afraid of the murderer plaguing the city. In Iran he wiped out an entire village. I had to compel all the officials into thinking there was a deadly outbreak. The same thing happened twice when we were in Libya. In Dusseldorf we were out to dinner, and something set him off, I'm not sure what, but he murdered everyone in the restaurant. Do you know how many people I had to compel to clean that up?" Rebekah asked. "Plus I had to burn down the restaurant itself. It was a mess, unsalvageable with all the blood," she shook her head at the memory. "And that's not even the vampires he seeks out just to kill or the humans he brings home. He's going to get us into trouble, Elijah."

"With who? We are The Originals we punish others, they do not punish us," Elijah declared.

"Who's trying to punish us?" a familiar voice asked.

Elijah and Rebekah turned to see Kol striding towards them, a grin on his face.

"No one is," Elijah informed him cooly.

"Nik is getting sloppy," Rebekah told him.

"Ohhh, not Saint Nik!" Kol chuckled as he sat down next to Rebekah, making her move over to accommodate him.

Rebekah made a face at his outburst. "Why are you here Kol?"

"Because I missed my baby sister," he said with a wink, "and I wanted to be sure you got all that blood out of your lovely apartment."

"You're taking clean-up tips from Kol now?" Elijah asked incredulously.

"At least he cares enough to reply to me," Rebekah replied, raising her eyebrows.

Elijah shook his head. "I do care Rebekah, but I don't know what is to be done. Niklaus has always done as he pleases."

"That's just it," Rebekah cut in, "he's not doing it for fun. He's doing it because he's in pain...he misses Caroline."

"I miss Caroline too. Parts of her, to be more specific-"

"-Kol" Elijah growled.

"Can't we tell him?" Rebekah suggested softly.

"Nik would dagger us all. Forever." Kol replied.

"He would be furious. Plus we made a deal with the Salvatores and the Bennet witch. If we cannot keep our word, it will get out in the supernatural world and there will be no order. Do you understand, Rebekah?"

"Yes," Rebekah huffed. "But if you two don't want to tell him you have to help with the damage control. I can't watch him all the time."

"Fine," Elijah conceded. "Why don't we all go back to the London house?"

Rebekah shrugged, "Fine with me."

"Kol?"

"I suppose I could show Klaus the art of expressing his emotions with a baseball bat. I'll bring a spare," Kol agreed with a grin.

November, 2018

Nashville, Tennessee

Caroline heard the door slam shut as Stefan and Elena left for their art history class and Damon left to do whatever it is he did all day; Caroline had never cared enough to find out. Only when she was sure they wouldn't return for forgotten books did she climb out of bed.

Elena and Stefan had been acting so strange lately, but neither of them told her what was going on. They had been on her for the past week about getting out and doing things when she just didn't feel like leaving her room. But for the past couple of months they were fine leaving her alone. Why were they suddenly so interested in her leaving her room? Her curiosity had finally gotten the better of her and so she decided to see if she could find out why they suddenly were acting so strange.

She first headed to Elena's room since it was next to hers. She didn't know what she was looking for but decided that she would know it if she found it.

She opened Elena's door cautiously, not knowing what to expect. It had been awhile since she had been in here, and never to snoop. She stuck her head inside and realized how silly she was being, there was nothing in Elena's room, it just looked empty since Elena wasn't there. Caroline threw open the door and decided to begin searching at her bed. There was nothing useful in Elena's nightstand, only a photo album of her family, chap stick, and some tissues. Her desk was filled with notebooks, textbooks, extra pencils, and random nick-knacks but nothing Caroline deemed important. Caroline searched Elena's dresser and closet but the only thing Elena was hiding was a box of letters to Bonnie which was a bit strange. Why would Elena feel the need to hide them of all things? Caroline shook her head, They were on the top shelf of her closet so it's not like they were actually hidden, she chided herself.

Next Caroline trekked into Damon's room, hating every second she was in there. There was nothing of interest except for the three different movie stubs that were hidden in his underwear drawer and stash of Bourbon she found in the bottom drawer of his nightstand. She rolled her eyes when she found that. Like he needs a secret stash.

She moved down the hallway to Stefan's room, hesitating at the doorway. She felt the worst about sneaking into his room and snooping. But he's hiding something from me and I need to know what she reminded herself. With that, she opened the door and let herself into his room. It looked just like it always did: neat but with lots of books and random items lying around. She searched his nightstand and under his bed first, but found nothing. Next was his desk which also wasn't hiding anything. His closet was full of clothing except for a small box full of old memorabilia. Last was his bookshelf, holding his vast collection. Caroline scanned the shelves not particularly interested in the books Stefan had collected over his lifetime. There was an assortment of paperback and hardback books, each on their own shelves. She stooped to the bottom level and scanned the shelf. There was one book that didn't quite seem right with the books next to it. She pulled it out, and felt its edges, only to realize that it wasn't a real book. Caroline quickly cracked open the faux book to reveal a little hiding space.

This is it. With the box in her hands she ran to her room and dumped the contents of the box onto her bed. She didn't even look at the contents before she raced back to Stefan's room and put the empty book-box back on Stefan's shelf. She didn't know how soon someone would be home and she'd rather not be caught with it. She returned to her room and sat down cross-legged on her bed, the objects of the box on a pile in front of her. The largest thing from the box was a tri-folded piece of paper. Caroline picked it up and unfolded it. The Vanderbilt logo was at the top of the letter and there was a large stain covering half of it, as if someone spilled something on it.

Dear Caroline Forbes,
On behalf of Vanderbilt University, it is my pleasure and honor to inform you that you have been offered admission to the Vanderbilt University Class of 2020.

Each year we review thousands of applications from students with stellar academic credentials from all fifty states and countries all over the world. Our students enroll with plans to become lawyers, doctors, educators…

It was her acceptance letter to Vanderbilt. But why did Stefan have it? She folded it back up and placed it to the side.

The next thing that caught her eye was a passport. She opened it up and there was her picture. It was her passport. She flipped through the pages and they were filled. She held it closer to see the countries. There were dozens of entrance stamps: six for France, one for Germany, four for England, two for Italy, and one for Austria. She placed the passport on top of the letter and looked back to the dwindling pile.

There were little round buttons and she picked two of them up. One was a yellow visitor's button with a large M, for the Metropolitan Museum and the other one was for the Louvre Museum. There were two more Met buttons that she picked up and added to the collection in her hand, and another button for the National Gallery and the Soane Museum. All the names tugged at her memory. Had she been to these places? No, she would remember if she had stood in front of the Mona Lisa. It was possible that they were Stefan's…but then why were they with her passport and acceptance letter? And the passport did have stamps for England and France….She dumped the visitor's buttons back onto her bed. This box wasn't answering any of her questions at all.

The last thing was a piece of rolled up paper. She unrolled it and stared at it for a few moments because it was so beautiful. It was a drawing of her and a horse. At the bottom it read: Thank you for your honesty –Klaus.

Klaus.

That name…she knew that name. But she couldn't put a face to it. Klaus. Or…anything. It was just sort of familiar. He had to know her if he drew a picture of her, and clearly they talked. So why couldn't she remember ever talking to a Klaus?

Suddenly, she heard a key being slid into the lock of the house. Caroline jumped up and grabbed a shoebox, throwing the pumps onto the floor of her closet and swept the documents and buttons into the shoebox. She hesitated as to where to put it, but she could hear Stefan calling her name, asking if she wanted tea. She shoved the box under her bed and crawled back under her covers, praying that Stefan hadn't heard her moving around.

She didn't want to face Stefan, she knew seeing him would only make her angry. She wasn't ready to confront him about the box of her things she found. Caroline pulled the covers up around her, ready to play dumb when Stefan eventually wandered in, but she found it hard to worry about Stefan when her mind kept wandering to one name….Klaus.

A/N: I'm in love with Kol (especially after last night's episode), so I hope I did him justice.

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