A/N: Hey everyone! :)
Abridged summaries:
1. Klaroline from the POV of an oblivious human.
2. Caroline is kidnapped, bored, and unimpressed.
3. Carbekoline plan world domination. Or, at least, that's what Klaus and Elijah suspect.
4. Caroline has a surprise for Klaus. A secret surprise. And he's suspicious.

Established Klaroline from the pov of a human living in Mystic Falls with no knowledge of the supernatural world. Little bits of their view of the weird goings-on, large death toll, arrival of the Mikaelsons (who they maybe think are a mob family) and their warnings to someone new in town that Caroline Forbes is spoken for (and intimidating enough on her own)?

Maureen poured the bag of chips into a large plastic bowl and set them on the coffee table next to the vegetable plate, and then busied herself with digging the Scrabble board out of the lower cabinet (ever since Jeff learned to walk and got coordinated enough to open the cabinets, things just ended up messy in there). Scrabble nights with her friends were always the highlight of her week, especially lately.

Living in a small town meant that everyone's business was your business, and very little went unnoticed. She was looking forward to a good gossip session, especially with the newest town residents moving in less than two years ago.

Something about them had always given her the creeps, especially since the mysterious 'animal attacks' had started just before they came to town, but she'd mostly ignored it. They were clearly bad news, and families like that were the sort of people you didn't want to get involved with.

Honestly, she, Annabelle and Savannah were almost sure that they were involved in some sort of crime ring. The children (if you could call them that, as half of them looked to be in their twenties) all had different accents, and gave off an unexplainable aura of danger.

And two of them had already died in "tragic accidents," and the mother had gone "on vacation."

They'd also managed to ingratiate themselves with the founding families surprisingly fast. The middle one, in particular, appeared to have made friends quickly.

He and the younger Salvatore brother were often seen together, which confused her. Stefan Salvatore had always appeared to be a quiet boy, and she hoped that he wasn't putting himself in danger by associating with that family.

And of course, little Caroline Forbes. That girl would be the death of her mother, Maureen was sure. Granted, the Sheriff's daughter hadn't been caught drinking in some time, and she'd stopped seeing the elder Salvatore (though frankly she couldn't blame the girl for that; Maureen was married, not blind). But associating herself with a mob family? The girl clearly wasn't worried about the damage to her mother's reputation that she could cause.

Well, at least she hadn't ended up pregnant like Alison Mitchell. That girl might as well just sell her purity ring. It might buy her a crib.

There was a knock on the door and she opened it to let Annabelle inside, asking the normal questions about how her day had been. Once Savannah had arrived, they all sat around the coffee table arranging their tiles.

"Have you heard about what happened at the high school graduation last week?" Savannah asked, taking a bite of celery.

"No, I haven't."

"Well, the middle one came back, apparently to see Caroline Forbes graduate. Charlotte Henderson saw them together at the Grill."

"Really?"

He and the rest of the family had left earlier in the year, less than a month ago, the rumour was that they had gotten what they'd wanted and were off to take care of another job.

"Yes. Apparently he's staying for awhile."

"Is he?"

"Yes. He's absolutely smitten with her. You should see the way he looks at her."

"The Forbes girl?" Annabelle asked, slightly incredulous. "But she's…rather unpleasant."

"She's matured a lot. Actually, that was just about the time he came to town."

"Really?"

"Maybe they grew each other up."

Maureen laughed. "Or maybe the girl just rose to the occasion. I mean, let's be honest, we never expected her to blossom like this. I'm impressed."

Annabelle and Savannah looked at each other, smirking slightly at Maureen's thinly-veiled insult.

Once Annabelle had beaten them both handily twice, the women decided it was time to go out for coffee.

They walked together to the family owned cafe in the town square, and saw Caroline talking to a boy that must have been just about her age. Maureen would recognize the fake smile anywhere, and she narrowed her eyes as the boy cocked his head to the side, smiling at her.

Caroline seemed to have excused herself firmly and walked away, and Maureen felt compelled to talk to the boy. To warn him.

She walked up to him. "Hello, are you new in town?"

"Yeah. Just passing through."

"My name is Maureen."

"Pleased to meet you."

Her face was frozen in a welcoming smile, though she was put off at his rudeness.

"Well, I just feel I should warn you. That was Caroline Forbes."

"I'm aware."

"She's spoken for, and her suitor is…rather protective."

"Is he?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He is."

The man nodded slowly. "I see. Well, thank you for the warning, but I'm sure I can handle it."

"Of course. I hope you enjoy your time in our little town."

"I don't think I couldn't if I tried."

"Oh, well, bless your heart, dear. It was lovely to meet you."

She turned and walked away. The poor boy had no idea what he was getting into.

Established Klaroline. Caroline is kidnapped. Klaus spends so long threatening to rip out hearts, torturing people for information and coming up with complex rescue plans with his siblings that by the time he's ready to go Caroline has already saved herself and arrived home.

Caroline sighed for the tenth time. She had no idea how long it had been since they'd taken her. She had evaluated her surroundings when she'd came back to consciousness (tied with ropes to a metal chair in a windowless room, in case you're interested), and she was rather unimpressed with her kidnappers' apparent lack of commitment to her capture.

Seriously? The ropes weren't even vervained. Pathetic.

D+ for effort.

Plus, she was bored and ready to go home. She tugged at the ropes again to test how strong they were. She let her fangs come out and ripped through the ones on her wrists efficiently before untying her midsection and ankles.

Never mind. These people clearly weren't boy scouts. Step down to a solid D due to shitty ropework.

She rubbed her wrists, more out of habit than because they ached, and picked up the ropes, coiling them up and slinging them over her shoulder just in case.

She put her hand on the doorknob, hissing when her skin stung, realizing it must be coated in vervain paint or something.

She looped the rope around the doorknob and pulled hard, ripping the door off its hinges and carefully testing whether she could make it through the doorway.

God, these were the most incompetent kidnappers ever.

There was some guy listening to his iPod on a nearby couch facing away from her, and she rolled her eyes as she strolled past him.

Back to the door? Seriously? She could kill him right now without him figuring out what was happening until he was dead. D-.

She paused by the door. Should she kill him? What if there was some diabolical plan that she was supposed to be a part of. And really, she'd be doing whatever idiot group this was a favor. Natural selection and all that.

Eh. Whatever. The more incompetent villains in the world, the better.

She let out a huff as she reached the front door of the house, pinching the bridge of her nose when she realized where she was. They were literally less than a minute's run from the mansion she shared with Klaus and his siblings.

And they left her daylight ring on.

Epic. Failure.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know."

The room was filled with the man's screams as Klaus stuck the poker he'd been heating in the fire into the vampire's stomach.

"Let's try that again. Where is she?"

"I honestly don't know. I'm low on the totem pole okay?"

Klaus sighed. "Who's higher on the totem pole, then?" he asked irritably, sticking the poker in the fire again.

"Gerald Smithson and his pack."

Klaus frowned. He had never heard of these people before. "Where are they from?"

"Alabama. That's all I know. Will you let me go now, please?"

"Are you sure that's all you know?" Klaus prodded.

The man nodded.

"All right then," Klaus said, ripping out the man's heart and letting it fall on the floor with a squelch and walking away, wiping his hands absently on his jeans.

"Was that really necessary?"

Klaus looked up.

"Caroline?"

She gave him a hug before studying the body in the chair and turning to him. "FYI, 'Gerald Smithson and his pack' are pathetic."

She told him all about her kidnapping as she tried to find the remote in the couch cushions ("Seriously? Does Kol not know the function of a coffee table? It's literally two feet away!"), ending with an annoyed huff.

"It was actually kind of insulting. Like, did they really think I wouldn't be able to get out of that?"

"Well, we didn't find you," Klaus mumbled, slightly disgusted with himself due to the apparent incompetence of Caroline's kidnappers.

"Yeah, how exactly did you not find me?"

He shrugged. "I had a witch do a locator spell and it said you were in the French Quarter, so we spent an hour trying to figure out whether you just left your phone off or were off doing something."
"Well, that explains the hiding place. It's kind of genius, actually. I'm impressed. I will move their grade up to a D-."

He raised an eyebrow. "You grade your kidnappers?"

She shrugged. "I have high standards for everything else. Why not for attempted kidnappings?"

Klaroline and Kalijah with Caroline & Katherine friendship. Klaus and Elijah discuss their theory that Caroline and Katherine are plotting world domination (possibly with Rebekah's assistance)?

They were up to something.

It was the only explanation for why Caroline and Katherine had been coming in at different times throughout the last month and asking for small innocuous favors, or going out unexpectedly (not that Klaus monitored where Caroline went, but it was nice to know that she'd left so that he wouldn't go through the afternoon worrying that she was kidnapped and being tortured in a dank cell fifty miles away) and making absurd excuses.

They both clearly thought that they were being subtle, but they weren't, and he and Elijah had both been going through the month feeling a strange combination of curiosity and dread.

The latest one was Caroline poking her head into the library where he and Elijah had been reading and giving him a sweet smile before asking if she could "borrow" one of his cars (which she affectionately nicknamed his "Serial Killer Van" because of the sliding doors and lack of windows) because she wanted to go shopping, and there would be lots of bags.

"Of course, love," he said, almost automatically, before turning back to his book.

"Thanks!" she said brightly, and as soon as she left and they heard the library door slam, Elijah put his book down and looked up.

"Shopping," he repeated dryly.

Klaus shrugged. "If that's the best that she can come up with."

"What do you think they're doing?"

"Plotting world domination," Klaus said, his voice completely serious.

"Honestly, it would not surprise me."

Klaus smirked. "Caroline, Supreme Ruler of the Earth has a nice ring to it, does it not?" he joked.

"Katerina is much more likely to rule. I think Caroline would be more suited to work behind-the-scenes."

"No. Caroline is destined to be royalty."

"Katerina has been royalty. Perhaps you've forgotten, but she has married two reigning monarchs since she was turned."

"Yes. Compelled royalty. Caroline was born a Queen."

They continued to bicker about which of their respective partners would make a better world ruler while Caroline, who had heard Elijah's comment and hung back to listen, restrained her giggles.

Once they'd descended into an incredibly juvenile back and forth of "'I'm right,' 'No, I'm right,'" she wandered off with Klaus's keys to make her stop to pick up her cargo and then drive to the fenced field where the other girls were waiting for her.

Once she'd parked behind the large, old-fashioned, and slightly dilapidated house on the edge of the property, she retrieved everything from the empty backseat of the van and brought it through the front door.

"They think we're planning world domination," a smirking Caroline said to Katherine and Rebekah, who were both standing near the door waiting for her.

"Well, you both might as well be. This is mental, by the way."

Katherine shrugged. "Elijah did say that we needed something to occupy ourselves."

"I don't think that this was what Elijah meant. And Nik won't be happy, you know."

Caroline smirked. "That's why we're doing it before they find out."

"I honestly have no idea how they haven't figured out that you're basically building a seven year old girl's heaven on earth on top of what Nik was planning on making his new studio."

"Turning this house into an art studio would be a waste. He can find some other fixer-upper for that," Katherine said, rifling through one of the cardboard boxes Caroline had brought for a paint sample.

"And anyway," Caroline continued, "You can be older than seven and still appreciate an eerily accurate real-life representation of the castle from Beauty and the Beast, including the horse pastures in the back and the locked door to a purposefully dusty west wing."

"I even called in a favor to have a rose I got at the florist's yesterday enchanted to stay alive forever," Katherine said cheerfully. "What do you think is closer to the color of the living room in the movie, Caroline? Mauve or berry?"

"Berry," Caroline said decisively.

"Lord help us all if you two decide to team up on anything that's actually productive," Rebekah mumbled.

Established Klaroline. Jealous Klaus where Caroline is spending lots of time with Elijah, Kol and Stefan and Klaus thinks she's having an affair but it turns out she's planning a surprise for him. Can be comic or serious but preferably with a happy ending.

She was doing it again.

Klaus inwardly sighed as Caroline checked the clock for what must have been the fifth time in as many minutes and resisted the urge to ask what was going on.

She had been doing this for the last few days and his patience was running thin. She didn't like it when he asked after her actions (even though she knew that it was mostly just because he was genuinely worried that she'd be hauled off and staked and dropped dead on his doorstep, rather than him being "a micromanaging douchenut," as she called it), so he had refrained for the last week or so.

"Caroline, what's going on?"

"Nothing," she said, her voice taking on a slightly squeaky edge, trying to cover her discomfort with a smile.

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are," he said somewhat moodily. "You're using your lying voice."

"My lying voice?" she asked, looking slightly amused.

"Yes. Your voice becomes slightly high-pitched, and you know that I know you're lying, so you try to cover it up with a smile. Which, adorable as it may be, does not work."

"Right. Okay."

"So?"

"So, what?"

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. Really, Klaus, it's nothing. I have to go now, though."

"Dodging my questions, I see how it is," he said petulantly, his voice slightly teasing, though both of them knew that there was a smidgen of honest insecurity below it.

She smiled slightly and leaned over on the couch to kiss him before hopping up to leave.

"I love you," she threw over her shoulder as she walked out.

"I love you too," he said quietly.

He waited until he heard the front door close to pull out his phone and text a minion.

Find out where Caroline is going. Report back ASAP

He sighed and poured himself a tumbler of bourbon before leaning back on the couch with his feet on the coffee table waiting for the text back from the hybrid (courtesy of Tom the E.R. nurse's illegitimate son who had a doppelganger child).

Twenty minutes later he got a text message.

I can't believe you had your stupid minion follow me. Seriously?

He groaned. Why were his underlings so incompetent? His phone vibrated again.

Also, if you're going to have me followed you should definitely retract the order for the hybrids to not lie to me. It makes it absurdly easy to interrogate them.

He smirked. That was his Caroline. Smart girl.

Was she his Caroline?

What was she doing, anyway? She had told him in no uncertain terms that he wasn't allowed to find out what she was doing, and he'd caught her together with Elijah, Kol, and Stefan more often in the last month than he had in the five years they'd been in a relationship.

He sighed. He might not put much trust in his siblings or Stefan, but he did trust Caroline. He also knew that Caroline would not be at all agreeable to him following her wherever she went and being jealous.

As besides, he wasn't all that interested in going many of the places she liked. He had better things to do, like torture people and quell rebellions.

He would give her a few days.

"Klaus?"

"Yes, love?"

"I need you to come with me."

His head snapped up, and he saw her smiling at him from the doorway.

"For what?"

She laughed. "You'll see."

"Does this have something to do with your odd behavior over the last month?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Caroline said, flashing him a smile that was not at all innocent.

He allowed her to lead him out to the car and once they were on the road he felt himself both getting progressively more anxious and annoyed with himself.

She obviously wasn't cheating, and he felt bad for thinking it of her.

"Caroline?"

"I should not have pressured you so much to tell me what you've been doing."

"You're right, but I'll let it slide."

He snorted. Caroline never let anything "slide." She just saved it as fodder for when she wanted to wheedle him into something he had no interest in doing.

He had sat through a One Direction concert because he'd eaten the party planner for her New Year's Eve party.

He had let her send out their Christmas cards the year before with a Santa Klaus pun because he had ripped her Oscar de la Renta evening gown down the middle right before her birthday party (he had argued that the birthday sex had been unforgettable which should make up for it, but she just gave him her Caroline Is Not Impressed Face and he immediately saw it her way).

He'd taken her to the spa (and spent the entire time getting a massage because there was no way he was going near those basins that other people put their dirty feet in, vampire healing or not) because he had daggered Rebekah.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

It was about two minutes more of driving when she pulled up in front of a small house and practically bounced out of the car. He followed her, slightly encouraged by her excited smile.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door.

He had expected a living room, but it looked like the entire house had the walls knocked down to leave it as one large room. the entire back wall had been replaced by one large window with a curtain that could be pulled over it. The walls were bare, but there were tables pushed up against it, and a line of empty easels of different sizes along the far wall.

"It's an art studio," Caroline said unnecessarily. "Elijah helped out with picking out all of the art supplies and making sure that they were top quality, and Stefan was in charge of the construction people. There's another room down the stairs over there that leads to a bedroom with a tv and stuff in case I want to hang out here while you paint, so I picked all of that stuff out."

He actually wasn't quite sure what to say, and just stood there silently, drinking it all in, realizing that she'd gone to a huge amount of effort to put together something that he liked just for him.

Caroline seemed to have taken his silence for distaste, because she was looking at him hesitantly. "Do you…not like it?"

His response was to slam her against the far wall, his lips covering hers, smiling into her mouth as she moaned when he bit her.

He was very glad she'd thought to put tinted windows.

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