Alternate fluffy ending to Losing You

She kept walking, away from him. She didn't care about him anymore, couldn't care about him, and if she let herself, everything would come back. The pain, the anger, the sadness, the love, the guilt for everything she had done, and she didn't want that. She liked being emotionless, it made her stronger, better than she had been when she felt, because she was protected from it all. Protected from the part of herself that had still been human.

A part of Caroline was curious, though. What had made him search her out and try to get her to turn her emotions back on? He had left her, why would he care anymore?

It didn't matter; she couldn't afford to even care about that. But if the wetness on her cheeks was any indication... her thoughts were stopped in their tracks when she collided with a hard chest, his hard chest she discovered, looking up into his face. "You know the switch? It's a myth, love, it doesn't exist. Oh you can push your feelings down, pretend you don't care, but the longer you go, the harder it is."

Anger, rage, consumed her, and she hated him; it was the first time in years that she had felt anything and all she felt was anger and hate. "You left me!" She screamed, tears pouring down her face now, and she did nothing to stop them before she slapped him.

"It was to protect you." He whispered quietly, and she gaped in shock at him.

"That's a load of bullshit. From what were you protecting me?"

"Myself, my enemies, take your pick Caroline."

"Go away." Teeth clenched, she fought down her desire to hit him again. "I never want to see you again."

Slowly, surely, as the days turned into months every emotion came back. She hated it, she hated having to feel again, she hated him for making her break through the illusion. She hated that now Klaus wouldn't leave her alone; oh, she never saw him, but she felt his presence, everywhere she went.

Until she started dating other men; she was cruel in her choices, picking men that looked similar to Tyler. Eventually, she stopped sensing him around her, and that was when the sadness hit, wave after wave. At least he had been there, even if she hadn't been able to see him, and now he was gone again.

Up until that point, she had felt every range of emotion except for the one that had caused her to turn them off in the first place. Love. It came back then, full force, when she realized that in her desire to spite him she had driven him away once more.

Caroline leaned against the wall in the alley wall, clutching her chest, sobs wracking her body. Even after everything, she still loved him. How was it possible to simultaneously love and hate someone with equal measure?

"Did you think I would leave you again, love?" She gasped, turning to where Klaus stood in the alley. She nodded slowly, and he stopped several feet from her. "I was giving you space. I know you're angry at me, you have good reason to be, but you have to know that I love you, I never stopped. I just- you didn't know but there was a group and they were going to kill you Caroline, and even if I stopped them, there will always be more. But I can't be apart from you either, so I'll just have to protect you."

She rushed to him, flinging herself into his arms, not caring that she was mad at him still, not caring in that moment that she might never trust him to leave again. He hadn't left, and she could yell at him later, and she would. Oh, she would, but all that mattered then was his arms around her, his lips pressed into her hair whispering over and over again that he loved her. "I'm safest with you, Klaus."

"I know."

She went back with him to his home, and he explained everything. How his enemies, having found a chink in his armor tried to make a move against her, though he had never told her, how he had nearly broken when she had found him, how he had found her by following the trail of bodies that she had left over the country. Caroline yelled at him, raging about how he never thought things through, and why did he ever, ever think, that leaving her alone, unprotected was a good idea? He looked contrite, stuttering through an answer, finally admitting that it had not been the wisest course of action.

It took awhile for her to believe that he wasn't leaving her every time he walked out the door, longer still for the nightmare's of the people she had killed to ebb some, though they never left, the faces of her victim's haunting her. Klaus was always there though, putting up with her as she put up with him. And he never left her again.

A/N: I'm sorry, I really hate writing happy and I'm not sure how good this actually is.