A/N: Hey all! So, most of my anon request drabbles are pretty short, so there will be 2-3 per chapter when I'm doing that. They'll be separated in bold. I hope that's okay :) Some of them will have been edited slightly from the tumblr version if I find errors or want to add things. These are usually unbeta'd.
The first drabble was partly inspired by "Sports, Go Sports!" by Garfunkel and Oates, which you can find on YouTube.
Abridged summaries:
1. Koroline friendship
2. Caroline saves Kol from Eleremy stake incident.
3. The Original siblings say why they like Caroline.
Enjoy!
-Angie

Could you please maybe do something with a Klaroline pairing where Klaus reacts to an unexpected friendship between Caroline and Kol?

"Klaus?" Caroline asked, sticking her head through the door to his studio.

He dropped his paintbrush back into its cup, grabbing a rag to wipe off his hands and looked up at her. "Yes, love?"

"Oh, you don't need to put your stuff down, I was just going to tell you that Kol and I are heading out to the game."

Klaus had been surprisingly open to Caroline's friendship with Kol, mostly because of his (reasonably accurate) belief that she was a good influence on him, especially since Kol actually somewhat appreciated Caroline's existence, and was therefore less likely to randomly decide to kill her.

They had been settled in Chicago for a few years now. Klaus had initially thought that it was just because she wanted to see the history of the place, especially since he'd spent a good amount of time there with Stefan, but he later figured out very quickly that he shouldn't have flattered himself.

Caroline was an incredibly competitive person. She and her father hadn't done much together, but from what he gathered, it had been Bill Forbes that had instilled much of Caroline's competitive spirit.

Bill Forbes was also apparently a huge Chicago sports fan.

They were now season ticketholders to the Bears, Cubs, Bulls, Fire, and Blackhawks (he had never asked why she wrinkled her nose at Basketball, mostly because he didn't want to get roped into yet another sport that she enjoyed seeing and he didn't), and he refused to go to any of them except Football.

His Football, obviously, not this American ridiculousness.

Besides that, his participation in Caroline's sports obsession was mostly limited to, "I hope that if they're supposed to run around bases, catch things, or score goals, it happens and your team wins."

Kol, however, was perfectly happy to accompany her to any and all sports games she wished to go to. Klaus observed her now, with her bright hockey jersey clinging to her form, painted on jeans and low-heeled boots and couldn't quite remember why he didn't like going to games with her.

She had apparently either not noticed his stare, or was ignoring it, and continued speaking. "We'll only be gone for a few hours…We'll be back around nine-thirty as long as it doesn't go into overtime, okay?"

"All right, love, good luck."

She snorted. "We don't need luck, we're playing the Panthers."

From her dismissive tone, he assumed that these "Panthers" weren't a very good team, but decided not to comment.

She popped over to kiss him quickly before practically skipping out the door, yelling for Kol to come out or she'd leave without him because she didn't want to miss the pre-game skate.

Whatever that was.

He heard the front door open and shut later that night, and he smiled to himself as he dried off his hands and sped down to the foyer. Caroline had a glum look on her face and was kicking off her boots in the front hall next to the doormat, while Kol looked like he was going to burst into laughter at any moment.

"How did it go?"

"We lost!" Caroline said angrily, "Our defense played like uncoordinated grandmas. It sucked."

"To the Panthers?" Klaus asked, suppressing a smile, "How terrible."

She glared at him.

"Tell Nik about the best part of the game though, Caroline," Kol said, grinning wickedly.

"You mean when we scored our only goal ten minutes into the first period and thought we'd win?"

"No, darling, I mean the during the break between second and third."

Caroline's face heated up and Klaus raised an eyebrow. "We said we weren't going to talk about that."

"No, you said we weren't going to talk about it. I never promised such a thing."

Caroline buried her face in her hands.

"What happened?" Klaus asked, suddenly feeling a bit of dread unfurl in his stomach.

"So, don't get mad," Caroline started.

"Yes Nik, don't get mad," Kol interrupted, still trying to keep his guffaws under control.

Caroline shot Kol a glare, and he immediately quieted, though his shoulders were still shaking.

"They have this thing at the arena called a jumbotron, which shows the game on a big screen so you can follow what's going on at the other end of the—"

"Yes, love, I know what a jumbotron is," Klaus said, starting to have a nasty feeling about where this was going.

"Yeah. Right. So, they do this thing called a Kiss Cam, and—"

Klaus felt his eye twitch.

"A what?"

"A Kiss Cam. Like, where they aim at a couple who has to give into social pressure to kiss in front of twenty-thousand people."

"And?"

"And…Well…The camera pointed at Kol and I and—"

There was a crack, and before Klaus had realized what he'd done, Kol was on the ground with his neck snapped.

"Seriously?"

Could you please do a little something about Caroline saving Kol from what Elena and Jeremy did to him in 4x12. I know she fights against the Originals but I think she wouldn't approve of genocide of an entire sire line. It could be that she tells Klaus about their plan, or goes and helps herself. Thanks.

"If you're going to be bad, be bad with purpose. Otherwise you're just not worth forgiving," Damon said, letting out a huff and an eye-roll before dropping back down onto his cot.

Klaus was about to answer when his phone vibrated. He picked it up and saw a text from Caroline.

We need to talk.

He kept his face blank and put the phone back in his pocket casually, turning back to Damon. "I apologize, something has come up that I must attend to."

"Lock the door behind you. As fun as killing little Gilbert would be, Elena would kill me."

Klaus rolled his eyes, but did as Damon asked, pulling out his phone as he walked away.

Where to, love?

He opened the door to the Salvatore house to find Caroline already walking up the driveway. She looked stressed and nervous, her hair mussed as though she'd been running her hands through it.

"Is everything all right, sweetheart?"

"No. I mean, sort of. No. Look, I know that you and your family have done some awful things to us, but it's not like all vampires are like, that, right? Not all the vampires you guys have turned are evil and kill people. Right?"

"I don't think I follow."

"Well, I mean, there are lots of vampires. Like, all the vampires came from you guys, which means that you guys had to have made nice vampires at some point—" Caroline said, her words bubbling out of her quickly with a tinge of nervous hysteria.

"Caroline, what's going—"

"Elena wants to kill Kol," She said in a rush, "Like, kill him-kill him. And then his entire line of vampires are—"

"What?"

"—going to die, and I'm sure that there must be nice vampires in that line, and so it's not—"

"Caroline?"

"—fair to basically slaughter them all like that, right? I mean, I'm not betraying my—"

"Caroline."

"—friends' trust or anything because they're basically about to kill thousands of people—"

"Caroline!" He said, finally shouting over her frantic words, "What is going on?"

"Elena wants Jeremy to complete the hunter's mark and so she's going to get him to kill Kol so that he can complete it all at once and then Damon won't be compelled to kill Jeremy any—"

Klaus was already speeding off in the direction of the Gilbert home before she could finish her sentence, although he heard the frantic shout of "Please don't kill her" as he ran.

For once, he wasn't particularly worried about what Caroline thought.

As siblings went, Kol was not exactly his favorite, although Rebekah really had the dubious honor of being all her brothers' favorite sibling.

And he was Rebekah's favorite, so that went well for him.

Either way, Kol was still his brother, and he wasn't particularly keen on letting the pale and mediocre Katerina Petrova imitation kill him. The Gilbert girl was so incredibly incompetent that he really shouldn't have been so worried, he knew, but he couldn't help but feel a niggling of concern in his gut.

The thought had crossed his mind very quickly that Caroline could be lying to him, and that he could be running headlong into a trap, but he was immortal, and Kol was not.

And really, Caroline had no reason to lie to him anyway. They were on the same side at this point in time, and there really wasn't much to be accomplished by killing him besides losing help with procuring the sword.

He skidded to a halt outside of the Gilbert residence and flung open the door, walking in to see the Gilbert boy aiming a stream of vervain water at his brother, who was screaming in pain, while the doppelganger reached out to pull the stake out of Kol's coat.

He couldn't walk through the doorway—he hadn't been invited in—and without thinking, he grabbed a flowerpot off the porch and flung it at doppelganger's head.

The girl collapsed immediately, making the Gilbert boy fumble with the waterhose and drop it, giving Kol the moment he needed to escape to the front steps.

"How dare you?" Klaus asked, his eyes narrowed at the Gilbert boy, who was standing in shock at the turn of events, the vervain water still spilling out all over the floor, his sister's skin bubbling up.

The boy seemed to hear the sizzling and immediately leant down to pick up her body, laying it on the counter. "You said you were going to put him down anyway," Jeremy said, staring at Klaus with a mix of anger and confusion.

"Yes. With a dagger in a coffin until the cure was destroyed, not killing him," Klaus said angrily, "I should burn this house to the ground with both of you in it."

"That's the spirit, Brother, kill the Hunter and the only person that can make your hybrid dream come true, all in the name of family," Kol drawled, still catching his breath from the vervain assault.

Klaus gave his brother a quick eyeroll before turning back to the boy inside the house, about to speak before Jeremy interrupted him. "How did you know?"

Klaus was about to tell him that Caroline had warned him, it was on the tip of his tongue.

But a small logical thought stopped him.

Caroline actually liked these people. He still wasn't quite sure why, nor would he most likely ever find out for himself, but she did. Her friends already hated him, but if he made them hate her…well, that wouldn't drive her into his arms, she'd just be angrier.

And alone.

And he couldn't have that, could he?

"I was walking by and I heard my brother's screams of pain," He said, the lie falling easily off of his tongue.

Jeremy winced. Kol snorted in derision. "Well, thank you for the rescue, Nik," Kol said, somehow sounding both sarcastic and grateful at the same time.

"What's family for?" Klaus responded dryly.

XXX

Caroline woke up the next morning after barely any sleep. She'd been going back and forth about having told Klaus what was going on, and the guilt was eating her up. She rubbed her eyes with her palms, and her gaze caught a small scroll on her night stand.

"You've got to be kidding me," She mumbled, pulling the rolled up paper towards her and opening it, seeing Klaus's handwriting scrawled across it.

Thank you for allowing me to be in the right place at the right time. I hope you enjoyed whatever you were doing at your home yesterday evening, and I'm sorry that we never got the chance to talk.

She smiled as she realized he hadn't tattled on her. Her friends wouldn't hate herand she got to do the right thing.

Things were looking up.

Established Klaroline where Elijah, Rebekah and Kol (who is alive as he should be) are all protective over Caroline/muse over why she's so good for Klaus/explain why they like her.

Elijah Mikaelson was sitting in the corner of a bar, nursing a bourbon and contemplating his life choices.

Although, really, it hadn't exactly been his choice to fall in love with Katerina Petrova, she seemed to have that sort of effect on everybody.

Either way, it didn't seem particularly fair to him that his brother, who was possibly included in the top ten most unpleasant people to have ever existed list, had someone as lovely as Caroline in his life, and he had a (mostly one-sided) love affair with one of the most manipulative women in history.

He sighed, thoroughly done with his pity-party, and threw a bill on the table, preparing to stand and leave when he heard the conversation taking place two tables to his left.

"We can't do that. Klaus will kill us all."

"He'll kill us all anyway. Look, the girl is our only chance. She's the only leverage. We can't capture any of his siblings."

Elijah fought the urge to rub his temples. About three or four times a year, some enemy of his brother's would come to town and plan to kidnap Caroline in order to use her as leverage. Their best current time record from kidnapping to rescue was seven minutes and eight seconds, not including the time that she'd disabled her would-be kidnappers on the way to their destination, bumping into Klaus on her way home when he had been on his way to retrieve her.

"No. You don't understand. We can't bargain with her. He'll take her back and kill us all."

He resisted the urge to snort. 'Kill' was such a kind and innocent word for what would happen. The last vampire who had attempted to take Caroline was still alive, and had been spending the last six months gnawing off his own fingers every time they regrew.

Caroline had, of course, assumed the man was dead, and none of them were going to burst her bubble.

"It'll be fine. You'll see," The second man said before launching into a surprisingly intricate and overly-complicated plan to capture Caroline and take her to a warehouse outside town. Elijah calmly waited until the meeting was over and the men were preparing to leave before he walked over.

"Hello," He said pleasantly.

"Hey," One of them said, looking confused.

"My name is Elijah."

The color drained from both men's faces.

"I see you've heard of me," Elijah said, rolling up his suit cuffs, "That makes everything easier. You see, I am very fond of my brother's wife, and I think that both he and I would appreciate her staying in one piece and vervain-free."

The men still stood rooted to the spot, though terror was starting to overtake their faces.

"In the interest of that goal being achieved, I must apologize for what I am about to do. Unfortunately you really have left me no choice."

He swiftly tugged out the hearts of both men and dropped them to the ground with a splat. After a quick glance around the bar to make sure no one had noticed the interaction, he gracefully stepped over the bodies on the floor, careful not to get blood on his leather dress shoes.

XXX

"I don't know what he sees in her," Sylvia whined to Rebekah over drinks.

Rebekah sighed. Sylvia was one of her brother's many dalliances over the centuries ("many" being the world's biggest understatement), and apparently had not done herself the decency of getting over him. She and Rebekah had been friends at one time, and Sylvia had been on her way to Atlanta and stopped by New Orleans on the way, saying that she'd wanted to see Rebekah (though it was now clear that she'd been hoping for a quick fuck from Klaus).

"Class and self-respect, two things that you sorely lack," Rebekah said, a saccharine smile on her face.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Rebekah huffed. "Caroline is the love of my brother's life. She challenges him, doesn't embarrass him in public, and somehow ends up endearing herself to everyone she meets. My brother deserves someone like her in his life for all he's had to go through. And anyway, even if Caroline wasn't around, you still wouldn't make the cut."

It was true.

A decade ago, Rebekah would have rather swam laps in a pool of vervain water than admit to anyone that Caroline was even close to likeable, let alone that she was good for Klaus.

However, times changed, and Caroline was now one of Rebekah's best friends. The other girl had a way of bringing out the good in people, and heaven knew that her brother needed that.

It also helped that Klaus was just a lot happier since Caroline had come into his life. A part of Rebekah was a little bit jealous that Caroline could fill a void in Klaus's life that Rebekah so obviously couldn't, but in the long run, all that mattered was that for the first time in a thousand years, her brother was happy.

Caroline had neatly slotted herself into their lives in New Orleans, and honestly Rebekah would now rather swim laps in a pool of vervain water than lose her friend.

XXX

Kol's smirked as he heard the shower cut off a floor above, knowing that his plan was in motion.

….3….2….1…

"Kol!" Rebekah screamed from upstairs, skidding to halt in front of him seconds later, clutching her phone, "What the hell did you do?"

Right on cue.

"I don't know what you're talking about Bekah."

Rebekah screeched and threw the phone at him, causing him to groan in pain as the force of her throw dislocated his shoulder. He popped it back into place, wincing, before turning to his sister, who was still yelling.

"…And you shouldn't touch other people's things!"

"I still don't know what you're on about."

Except he did.

He had changed all of the contact names in Rebekah's phone to film characters, and had deleted her texts so she wouldn't be able to get any hints.

"You changed all my name labels to Disney characters, you wanker."

Kol fought to keep his face straight. "I did not."

Caroline poked her head into the living room. "What's going on? Klaus and I are trying to watch a movie, and we can't hear anything while you two are screaming at each other."

Kol snorted. "Watching a movie…Is that what kids are calling it these days?"

Caroline shot him a withering look, making him grin.

"Kol changed all the contact names in my phone to Disney characters, Caroline. Look!" Rebekah said, thrusting the phone to her sister-in-law before turning away to glare at Kol again. Caroline scrolled through the names, looking as though she was trying very hard not to laugh.

"I didn't do it, Bekah, I swear it," Kol said, knowing that both Caroline and his sister would see right through him.

Rebekah looked as though she was about to start another tirade when Caroline smirked slightly before tapping Rebekah on the shoulder.

"Rebekah, don't tell him I told you, but it was Nik," Caroline said in an undertone, "Sorry, he wanted to get back at you for interrupting us last week, I think."

Rebekah's eyes narrowed, and she grabbed her phone out of Caroline's hand, barreling off towards the theatre on the other side of the house, shouting at Klaus as she stomped off.

Caroline turned to Kol, grinning. "And that is what he gets for keeping some asshole that tried to kidnap me compelled to eat his own fingers off in the basement for six months and making me think he was dead."

There was a loud crash in the next room, followed by a few choice words and a dagger threat, but Caroline just plopped down next to Kol on the couch and stole the can of Mountain Dew he'd been about to open, giving him a challenging look when he'd moved to take it back.

He knew there was a reason he liked her.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you liked them :)
I have a ton more to do, but you're always welcome to request drabbles in my ask on tumblr (thetourguidebarbie).
Hugs!
-Angie