Okay, this drabble fits into the long story I wrote, Together Someday, Always and Forever. It takes place between the final chapter of the story and the epilogue. This is for my reader HotHybridSex I really hope this makes you happy. I gave little Bekah the happy ending she deserved.

Caroline was curled into a ball alongside Klaus on the seat of the plane. A slight jolt of the plane startled her out of her sleep, pulling her from wonderful pleasant dreams full of the handsome man next to her. Attempting to hold onto the sinful dream playing in her head she moaned slightly but growing alertness drove away the images. Opening her eyes Caroline noticed Klaus sketching away in his notebook.

Klaus stopped the movement of his charcoal covered hand and looked up at his wife, amused by the sleepy grin she had on her face. Caroline had fallen asleep within minutes of the plan taking off, her head finding rest on his shoulder for most of that time. Stretching out her body just like a lithe cat she shook the remaining sleepiness away.

"Care to explain why we are heading towards Russia and not to Scotland, love?" he asked.

Caroline blushed, "Oh, I was hoping you wouldn't find out until we got there."

Klaus' jaw tightened just slightly, others changing plans on him was not something he handled well after all this time. When the captain had made the announcement they were almost to St. Petersburg his rage flared for a moment at being caught unawares. It would explain why the trip from Istanbul had been shorter and they were heading northeast instead of northwest. It still didn't explain why Caroline had asked the pilot to take them there instead of home to their relocated family in Edinburgh.

Instead of lashing out in anger, Klaus waited patiently for Caroline to explain her actions. Caroline looked out the window as the plane made its descent onto the runway, suddenly leaning back in her seat clenching the armrest. Caroline closed her eyes again waiting for the bump of impact with the runway, feeling a cool hand slid on top of hers. Rolling her head to Klaus' she leaned her forehead against his at the concerned frown.

Caroline snorted, "I'm hybrid over a thousand years old and plane landings still make my stomach lurch."

"A plane crash can't kill you sweetheart," Klaus pointed out nonchalantly.

His bored tone just earned him an eye roll. "Well it doesn't mean that it wouldn't hurt!" Caroline retorted.

They were so caught up in their little banter that Caroline never noticed the plane land and rolling to a stop. The voice of the pilot overhead broke their little argument announcing their arrival and that a driver was waiting outside for them. Caroline's face dropped her scowl and suddenly beamed at Klaus.

"You did that on purpose! I didn't even know that the plane landed." She stated at she unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up.

Klaus gave her a smug grin, mockingly holding up his hand to his chest with a fake innocence, "I would never do such a thing."

"Whatever, just come on. I want to take you somewhere." Caroline walked towards the plane door but realized he wasn't following. He just stood there with an expectant expression and his arms crossed. Caroline laughed at the pouty frown that he quirked his lips into when she didn't give him any details about where they were going or why they went to Russia.

Eyes twinkling madly, Caroline walked over and gently kissed him on the cheek and grabbed his hand, "Just trust me okay. I promise you'll like it."

Klaus couldn't but help be intrigued by the joyous smile and the light emanating from Caroline. Consenting with a growl, he let himself by lead from the plane into the car waiting for them. The windows of the car were tinted black not letting Klaus see where they were going. He thought of a hundred different ideas as to why Caroline brought him to Russia, trying to recall all of the times he had come to St. Petersburg in the past. Nothing really stood out to him except for a trip in 1864, it was the year that his-

Realization struck his mind and a weight smashed down on him as he realized exactly where they were going. He wrapped his around Caroline's shoulders, bringing her closer to him.

"Thank you," he whispered voice thick with emotion.

Caroline's happy face turned into a more somber one, not having to ask why he said what he did. She wondered if he would even remember but it was clear that he did. He reached down and tucked a stray curl behind her ear before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Caroline was lost in the wonderful caress of his tongue in her mouth when the car rolled to a stop. Caroline broke from his lips and reached out to open the door.

The opulent white building stood before them, as Caroline and Klaus exited the car. Caroline smiled admiring how the building did not reflect the passage of time as the rest of the city did. It made her feel younger and not so tired, Klaus' hand linked into hers as he pulled her up the marble steps to the entrance. He led her through the dizzying maze of galleries, the memory of museum feeling fresh in his mind.

As they drew closer to the appropriate hall, Klaus felt an ounce of trepidation at seeing his painting again. He hadn't returned since the initial opening, the subject of the painting had always made him feel depressed and happy at the same time. It had been a difficult work to create but the image wouldn't leave his mind until he painted it. Now he knew why.

Skidding to stop in open hallway, Klaus led Caroline past the other paintings, focused on one medium sized painting on the far wall. They stopped both silent in front of the painting taking in the subject matter, lost in their own thoughts. Caroline reached out as if to touch the brushstrokes but Klaus held her hand back, bring her into his chest. A stray tear escaped Caroline's eye and Klaus could feel his own chest tighten with strong emotions.

Caroline cleared her throat, keeping her eyes on the colorful strokes amazed at the talent Klaus possessed. "This painting is how I knew I loved you. It was the final evidence that all the years of loneliness and keeping my distance were going to be worth it."

Klaus nodded stiffly not sure how to respond.

They stood in silence letting memories of the years pass over them until Klaus was unable to stare at it any longer. The painful memories of screams and blood that should have never been spilt overcame the good memories. Tugging on Caroline's hand he tried to get her to leave but Caroline stood firmly not wanting to leave.

"Do you think they'd let us buy the painting?" she asked wistfully.

Klaus paused before answering the question, "If the painting stays here it will be forever take care of, immortal like us."

Caroline nodded briefly saddened by his answer but knew he was right. Their life was going to be full of turmoil and constant moving the painting would be safer here.

"I'll sketch you a copy on the plane and we can put up in our room," he promised. He didn't have to ask why it meant so much because he if admitted it he wanted the painting just as much.

Caroline nodded at the promise. Throughout the years there had been many times that she couldn't fathom how Klaus and she were going to get along again once she released him from his memory hold. The only reason she came to the Hermitage to see the painting when it was first unveiled was because Klaus had mentioned it when Caroline was still in high school the night of the ball at his home. Curiosity had once again gotten the best of her and when she saw the painting for the first time all anger melted away and it took everything she had not to break down into tears in the middle of the museum.

The image was so real; Caroline could almost feel the wind blowing across mountain side that was the focal point of the painting. The sunlight was shining through the clouds illuminating the crags and points of the brilliant green mountain sloping down into the valley bellow where a still lake reflected the peaks surrounding it. It was a beautiful capture of the home they had once had a thousand years ago before their family had been viciously separated.

But it wasn't the captured beauty of nature that Caroline loved so much but two figures sitting on a ledge on the mountain overlooking the valley. It was a man holding a little girl in his lap both of them with matching curly sandy hair. The little girl was sleeping in the arms of her father, peaceful and content, not a mar on her skin. Klaus didn't even know at the time what he had painted, to him it was just a father and daughter but Caroline had known better.

In tiny black letters on a gold plate next to the image two words were inscribed.

For Bekah

Caroline smiled once more at the painting, the face of her beautiful lost daughter living forever in its brilliant brushstrokes.