Drabble for sassyklaroline on tumblr. Klaus and Caroline get called to the principal's office to deal with their son.
Klaus sighed heavily walking down the empty corridor of his son's school. It was the third time this month he received a call from the office about Erick involved in a fight. He perked up, his lips quirking into a dimpled grin, his hands shoved deep into his pockets at the knowledge that Erick had won every fight without almost a scratch on him. His son was rapidly becoming the best fighter of the neighborhood.
Striding into the principal's office he was met with a smile by the young secretary, not failing to notice her quick application of lipstick when his back was turned. If Caroline was there she would have socked the poor thing out, or at least stared her down from the tip of her nose and smile at her with false sweetness.
The Mikaelson charm was almost as famous as their news conglomerate. Everyone wanted to gush over how one of the various Mikaelson men batted eyes in their direction. Klaus never paid any attention to it. He was an alpha male after all, who was he to stand in the way of weaker minds falling prey to him?
"I'm here for Erick Mikaelson," he drawled out to the young girl.
The poor thing didn't know what to do with herself, blankly nodding her head and scrambling backwards in her chair. She stumbled getting up, bright flush painting her face. Her face turned as bright as the fiery hair on her crown. Klaus smirked to himself as she disappeared down a long hall of smaller offices, alerting the principle that he arrived.
A burly man came out of an office, the door much too small for his frame. Klaus attempted not show his amusement, instead fixating his gaze on the little person behind the large man. A set of green-blue eyes slowly met his, the face of his seven year old son looking all too smug within himself. The same wild mirth dancing his eyes that Kol carried all the time, whether it was a product of Erick's natural tendencies or the side affects of spending too much time with his uncle, Klaus didn't know.
He set his face in a firm line, his cold iron mask of indifference as the principle finally caught up with him in the lobby area.
"Mr. Mikaelson when we talked last, I assumed the problem was being dealt with. It appears now, that it has not. If there is one more incidence of fighting occurring on these premises again, further action will be taken," the principal snapped at him with a haughty tongue.
Klaus stared coldly at the man, the administrator attempting to match his steely gaze but after a minute more the principal faltered under the intensity.
"I know very well how to handle the upbringing of my son. I can promise you further action will not be necessary. I would suggest however to not insult my parenting; I can be quite nasty if you wish to press further in those accusations."
Cold tension descended on the room instantly, the busy typing at the desks of the other office staff stopped, intently listening. Almost as famous as the Mikaelson charm was the Mikaelson coldness, everyone was waiting with baited breath to see what their principle would do next.
The burly man bristled himself about, faint splotches of red creeping up the back of his neck and circling around his ears. He attempted to speak but found himself incapable of doing so, finally he managed to spit out, "See that this doesn't happen again."
With that last statement Klaus looked at his son with the same coldness he used on the principal. Erick was sporting a cut lip and dried specks of blood on his knuckles. Klaus could also tell there was a black eye forming on one side of his face and noticed a tear in his school uniform and ratted tie. Erick had the good sense to look ashamed, following Klaus out into the hall, the principal's eyes boring into both their backs.
Closing the office door with a click, the coldness dropped instantly from Klaus' face, breaking into a dimpled grin. Erick's face mirrored his own, dimples and all.
"How many were there?" Klaus playfully asked.
Erick gave his father a toothy grin, "I was able to take down three before one boy grabbed me arms and pinned them behind me."
Klaus grinned even wider, "That's my boy. Was it the Jones' chap? You said he is the one who keeps spurning all this nonsense."
Erick bobbed his head wildly, "Thomas Jones, I hate that little prat."
Klaus let a chuckle escape his lips, "In all seriousness you cannot fight them on school grounds your mother-"
"Your mother what?" asked a very annoyed feminine voice.
Klaus and Erick both looked up to see Caroline just enter the front doors of the building. Her heels clicked across the floor as she bustled over to them. Klaus didn't have to see the expression on her face to know she was seething the temperature in the hall skyrocketing with each forward step.
"You better have a seriously good explanation why I was pulled from the middle of a catering event for the Duchess of Cambridge herself to come over here," she hissed at her boys.
Caroline's arms were crossed, fingers tapping her arm in annoyance. Klaus reached out a hand to soothe his troubled wife but she just smacked the hand away. Bending down, she was eye level with Erick, already wetting her thumb and rubbing at a speck of blood on his cheek.
"What were you fighting about?" she sternly asked.
Erick flit his eyes up to his father and Klaus shook his head behind Caroline's back. Erick swallowed thickly.
"It was nothing Mum, just a spat over who won the game," he answered a little too high.
Caroline raised a brow, "You're lying."
"I swear I'm not, honest." Erick pressed doing his best to escape the clutches of his mother.
"Sweetheart, I already gave him a proper lecture, let the boy be," Klaus jumped in.
Caroline whipped around, "Proper lecture?" she said intimating his accent, "If you had given him a proper lecture we won't be here again!''
Klaus grit his teeth, trying not to let his anger rear its ugly horns. "Let it be love, there is no need to make a scene."
Caroline huffed but stood up, "This conversation isn't over. We will be talking about this when we get home. Right now, I need to go make sure that nothing caught on fire while I was gone."
She turned to the door, Klaus and Erick behind her. Klaus smirked at Erick, who releasing a dramatic sigh.
"Should I have told her?" Erick asked looking up to his father. Klaus could detect the doubt in his son voice and clapped him reassuringly on the shoulder.
"No, you acted like a Mikaelson. Never let those boys forget that."
Erick's face broke into a grin to which Klaus returned. They were never going to tell Caroline the reason for the fights. A boy defending his mother's honor was the highest sign of respect, there was no need to let Caroline know how much Erick would do for her-at least not yet.