I wrote this one ages ago and realized I never posted it here. Anyway, the the request for a Klaroline interpretation of a North and South scene. North and South is a wonderful book written by Elizabeth Gaskell. It's my favorite book in the whole world. Tell what you think. ;)

"Atlanta is unbelievable; this is why I hate flying. Tell me again why we didn't get a direct flight from New Orleans?" Caroline whined at Stefan.

Stefan rolled his eyes at his companion. Both of them were curled up on the floor, backs to the window panes, munching on airport food with their feet propped up on their luggage.

"Right because I have control of the weather; give it a rest Care. It's already been a long twelve hours as it is." Stefan chided, trying to close his eyes to get some rest.

Caroline crossed her arms and fought the childish urge to stick her tongue out at him. Forced to sleep on uncomfortable chairs, eat nothing but overpriced food, and constantly being delayed for flights made her cranky.

"Fine, start pouting. I'm gonna go walk around. It's seems to be the only thing to do around here," she sniffed at him.

Pulling herself from the floor, she wrapped her long sweater across her body. She may be immortal and that meant certain gifts but it didn't stop her from feeling cramped after sitting for such a long time. Honestly she wanted to have some alone time. The frantic chaos of the Atlanta provided that. There was constant traffic and background noise to give her a sanctuary to get lost in her thoughts.

She wondered around aimlessly for hours, eventually stopping to rest her forehead against a skywalk's window. The steady pouring rain droned on outside, the accompanying wind blowing the rain all sorts of directions.

Stefan had hoped to get out of town before the storm hit but the stupid plane broke down and now they were stuck riding out the nasty storm. It was all her fault really; she was the one to drag Stefan along with her to New Orleans.

Her hot breathed fogged up the window. It all started with a phone call from Elijah. He was worried about Klaus and his last hope was her so he offered her a brilliant plan. Caroline scoffed at the idea initially because she still didn't know what to do with Klaus. He was infuriating and did horrible things but he was everything she wanted at the same time. But he had made it very clear when he left that though he loved her but that he was done waiting for her.

That had been seven months ago. Caroline shook her head, pulling back from the window. It had actually been seven months and twenty-two days since he left but she wasn't keeping track. No, she wasn't the one who cried herself to sleep at night because the only person she could talk to was gone. Yeah right, she was a right proper mess since he left.

Stefan was the only one who knew that she was blubbering over Klaus behind closed doors. Everyone else thought she was pinning over Tyler. She did for awhile, but the first and last phone from him changed all that.

He found a pack up north in Canada, and met a girl he liked. That had been one month after he had left. It infuriated Caroline because he moved on, but he only did what she asked of him. Still it galled her that it took only one month for him to find someone new.

Caroline felt no regrets then about letting her emotions for Klaus finally break free. They had stayed hidden for far too long in the bottom of her heart. But Klaus had already left at that point.

Hence the trip to New Orleans, and well Elijah's concerns prodded her a bit faster. But she was surprised to arrive and discover Klaus was gone. Neither Elijah nor Rebekah knew where he slipped off too. So that left her in her current predicament-stranded in the airport waiting to go back to Mystic Falls.

She groaned, directing herself back towards the section of the airport where Stefan was dutifully waiting with the luggage. Closing her eyes she could almost recall Klaus' scent from his kiss. One kiss he left her with as he said good-bye on her front doorstep. He smelt of the forest, spices, and his own unique masculine musk. Whenever he was around, despite his horrific actions the smell enchanted her.

Caroline smiled to herself; she could almost picture him standing in front of her, giving her that devil grin of his and that intoxicating scent enveloping her. Walking further down the terminal the memory of his smell persisted, almost as if he was standing somewhere in the room. The more she walked the stronger it became and the more erratic her heart beat.

Closing her eyes for the briefest moments, she willed the smell to be real and not just a figment of her imagination. Opening her eyes she was disappointed to not see him standing in front of her. She huffed; if only she were a witch maybe there was a spell she could have cast to fix her problem. Turning her head towards one of the gates she suddenly spotted him emerging from a crowd of people.

Caroline locked unto him and he glanced up almost as if he knew someone was watching him. Time stopped around her, the busy chaos around her dulling into a low hum her entire person focused on the ages old hybrid approaching her with a smile she didn't think possible.

"Caroline, what a delightful surprise. Where are you going?" he asked her.

He was real and not some realistic illusion, a terrifying and handsome all in the same person. She did her best to not appear too eager. After all she was annoyed she flew all the way to New Orleans and he wasn't even there.

"Stefan and I got caught up in the storm. We are supposed to be going back to Mystic Falls," she said nonchalantly.

Klaus tilted his head, "Back? Where have you come from?"

Caroline felt heat creep up her neck and color her cheeks. Now that she was standing here, his gaze trapping her in front of him she felt silly and nervous. She didn't want to show it though, determined to show she wouldn't fall for that perfect grin and dimpled cheeks. It was some game between them, trying their best to outwit the other all the while falling for each other.

"N-New Orleans," she choked out.

The fire in his eyes roared to life, but it wasn't an angry fire. It was the fire that made Caroline remember the way he looked at her before he kissed her good-bye. It was the kind of fire that ignited heat in her center.

Klaus inched forward break the invisible barrier of her personal space. With a sly smile he quirked an eye brow, "Now what were you doing there?"

"Elijah called me and asked me to come." Caroline blurted out before she could stop her mouth.

Klaus' face fell. The dimpled grin replaced with the usual stoic mask. "What care would my brother have of you?"

Caroline cringed, "It was a business arrangement. That is he had an a plan for me, and he paid for everything and it was so nice to escape the Mystic Falls, a-and-"

She stopped, "I'm rambling aren't I?"

Klaus eyes widened as she spoke, studying her intently. The mask of indifference shifted from anger to confusion to deep intensity. She felt like he was reaching into her soul and learning her darkest secrets.

"Ugh, I'm seriously not saying this right," she pushed back a stray piece of hair with a shaking hand and wrapped the sweater across her chest once more, "Okay let me try this again."

Caroline didn't expect to be reacting this way to him. Her entire body was a jumble of nerves. Klaus kept staring at her with such a forlorn expression Caroline was certain if she stopped talking she would jump him right there in the middle of the airport.

He nodded his head towards a small alcove that was out of the way of busy travelers. Caroline hastily headed towards it, if only to break from his gaze. She was desperately trying to collect her thoughts, figure out what to say to him. Her original intent had been to yell at him, anger seemed to be the only way to reach him. But now here she was and all she could do was stumble and prattle on like a love struck little girl.

Leaning her shoulder against the wall, Klaus copied her gesture, his eyes fixated on her waiting for her to speak. Caroline's heart fluttered and she blinked rapidly. "Elijah called me and informed me that the internship program I was looking for was at LSU."

Klaus leaned a little closer at the mention of her possibly coming to Louisiana. Caroline's breath caught in her throat, seeing Klaus' lips part just a fraction. She had to clear her throat a couple times before continuing, "Elijah said that talk of an underground movement was about and he wished to have more vampires nearby that he could trust and-"

The proximity of their bodies to one another radiated heat, suffocating what little breath she had left. For when she did breathe in, Klaus' scent invaded her body and its dizzying spell too much. She faltered in her explanation instead watching open mouthed as Klaus reached out and grabbed her hand in his. She looked down, her hand was so small in his he completely captured it and wrapped her in warmth.

Klaus began rubbing his thumb over her knuckles electrifying her cool skin. A series of stuttered breaths trembled from her lips. She clenched his hand stopping the small ministration.

"Really it w-was because he knows that y-you and I…"

Caroline could no longer continue. Her body was so tight with anticipation she was certain if Klaus was not holding her hand it would be shaking. Her eyes flickered down to his lips and back to his eyes.

"Caroline," he breathed out.

Klaus reached up with his other hand ghosting just over her neck and holding it there, almost cupping the side of her face, leaning down ever so slightly towards her lips. Caroline didn't understand why he was being patient, why he was waiting her it wasn't like him. She couldn't take it any longer.

She quickly closed the remaining distance, gliding her soft lips over his finally finding the peace she had been searching for. Klaus' hand cupped her face, pulling her into him as his lips pried at hers to deepen the connection between them. Caroline let herself melt into his chest, pushing off the wall and blissfully clenching her eyes shut.

Pulling her hand out of his, both her hands found home in the lapels of his jacket, twisting them into the weathered leather. Klaus in turn placed his other hand on her hip and snaking it around to the small of her back to press her against him with all the strength he would allow.

They moved against one other soft at first but then in frantic fervor, lips parting to let way for their tongues to taste each other, each second burned in their memories. It was heady and powerful all at the same time, everything Caroline needed and more.

Klaus broke from her lips when he began feel her body trembling and rested his forehand against hers. They were both panting heavily from the passionate display. A loud voice over the PA system broke the moment. "Boarding call for flight 193 out of Gate B28 service to Mystic Falls."

Caroline snapped out of her daze pulling herself just back far enough from his face to look clearly into his eyes. Klaus held his usual mischief but there was something more sincere and real underneath. Caroline started to speak but no words came out, her flight was finally ready which meant the rain storm had slowed enough that it was safe to fly again.

"K-Klaus I…" she managed, at a loss as what to say and she was never at loss for words.

She backed up and his face fell. Before Klaus could utter a word Caroline dashed off and ran towards her gate. But she didn't get very far. Standing in the middle of the corridor was Stefan, holding out her bags and broad grin across his face.

"Just remember to call okay? Take care of him; he's going to need it."

Caroline returned the smile, there was a reason Stefan was her best friend. Grabbing the small suitcase, she wrapped Stefan up in a quick hug and turned round the way she came. She dashed back through crowds of passengers to the spot she left Klaus.

He wasn't there. Her heart sank. She should have said something before running off. Between the high of the kiss and guilt at leaving Stefan alone for so long she just ran.

"Caroline?"

She whipped around to see Klaus standing just a few feet down the path, a group of people had been blocking him from her sight.

Klaus' face perked up and his eyes though guarded, twinkled slightly, "You come any closer and I won't let you go. I'm rather possessive."

Caroline rolled her eyes but stepped forward until her shoes bumped against his, the space between their bodies disappearing and heat filling both of them.

"Tell me something I don't know. You got a place around here? I've been stuck in this airport for far too long and I'm so done being here," she brightly answered.

Klaus smirked, his normal arrogant smile returning. Reaching out his arm, Caroline linked her arm around the crook of his elbow.

As they walked away Klaus turned slightly to her, "Now what is this internship you talked about?"