Sorry, I've been busy with homework this weekend, but I thought I'd at least upload something so here's a series of mini drabbles for you! In other news, I know I've been horrible about responding to reviews, but I'm making a page on my blog where I will try and answer all of them. I'll post the link on my profile page for anyone that is interested.

Here Forever

She watched the white oak stake, twisting, pushing into his heart. She heard the gurgling breath he took to the cadence of her sobs and the litany of no's that poured from her throat. She smelled the sharp tang of his blood, saw the smile on Silas' face as he continued to push the stake in as she strained against the bonds that kept her from moving, trying, desperate to save him, even as he turned his head, locking his pained eyes with her one final time, and she desperately tugged at the bonds that held her in place. But it was too late, it was always too late, and the stake caught on fire inside his chest as Silas stepped back, smiling sinisterly as he approached her, Klaus' body catching on fire, and she braced herself…

Caroline shot up in bed with a gasp, clutching the sheets around her. Strong hands wrapped around her shoulders, tugging her back down to a strong, hard body, and she relaxed after a moment, inhaling his scent, curling into him, listening to the steady thrum of his heart beneath her head. "Are you alright love?"

"It was a dream, just a dream. Silas. He killed you." She was crying again, for real this time, and she did not know if it was from relief because he was not dead, or if it was the residual sadness that had struck her from thinking he was gone from her forever.

"Hush, love, it's alright. Silas is dead Caroline, and he's not coming back." He spoke with confidence as his hands rubbed her back soothingly, clutching her body to his, and she nodded in relief, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing herself closer to him. "I'm not going to ever leave you."

Phone Numbers

Caroline's POV

Caroline had been scrolling through her phone contacts, about to call one of the girls helping set up the Miss Mystic pageant, and the name under the one she was looking for caught her eye.

Klaus

And she could not for the life of her remember asking for his number, or even programming it into her phone. Which meant that he had put it there himself, that annoying hybrid. Her finger hovered over the delete button, but something stopped her.

Maybe, just maybe, having his number on hand could actually be helpful. She never forgot the number was there though, and it became a struggle to stop herself from calling him after particularly raunchy dreams. To text him, even just to vent to him, any contact at all with him.

Klaus' POV

Well, the night had certainly not gone as he had hoped. Caroline had used him again, but he had gotten a date out of it, and maybe that wasn't so bad.

He smiled though, pulling out his phone and scrolling through the list to her number. It had been fairly easy to take her phone when she was talking to one of the bar tenders, getting her number for himself and programming his number into her phone.

A part of him wondered, waiting for her to call him. He wanted it. He wanted anything he could get from her, even something as inconsequential as a phone call.

And who knew, maybe having her number, or her having his, would come in handy one day.

Not Hating You

"I'm sorry for what I said the other day. I just— I don't know how not to act like I hate you." Caroline said, trying to stop his retreating figure, knowing she had hurt him by bringing up what she had said yet again. Klaus stopped, still not facing her, but she saw his tense shoulders relax slightly.

"You don't hate me then?" Without looking at his face, she knew he was smiling slightly; not his smirk, not the victorious smug look that said he had won at something, but one of his genuine smiles.

She laughed slightly, at herself, at her own need to run from her feelings, and his inability, for all his age and wisdom and worldliness, to see straight through her lies. "No, I don't hate you. I haven't for awhile, even though I keep trying to convince myself that I should, I really don't want to."

Finally, finally, he faced her, and she was struck by the genuineness of the smile that stretched across his face, dimples, damn those dimples, in evidence, before he was in front of her, tugging her to him and she grasped his necklaces in response. His lips lowering to hers slowly, as though he was giving her time to walk away, as though he was expecting her to want to walk away. But she didn't; she wanted this, she wanted him; she wanted to know what his lips would feel like moving against hers.

It was wonderful, and she was romantic enough to say magical. Epic. Quite probably the best kiss of her life. It started out slow, sweet, but the passion between them grew and they were kissing harder, deeper, tongues moving, fighting for dominance. Seconds, minutes, hours, it didn't matter. Her world had shrunk down to her and him.