Can you do a drabble about Caroline finding out that her dress is gone and deciding she will have to go ask Klaus for help :3 Anonymous

Of course. Thank you, love. :)

"I… I don't remember," the woman behind the counter said, frowning.

She was obviously doubting her own sanity, her work ethic. She was probably a reliable person, somebody who took pride in being an efficient worker, multitasking her job at the dress-shop and a busy family life. An adult. But now she couldn't quite grasp what was happening, there was a hole in her memory and she had an idea that something was wrong but it was gone as soon as she wanted to figure out what exactly that was. In these moments every single compelled person Caroline had ever seen were the same, innocent, naïve, like children, reduced to nothing but a puppet.

Her stomach turned.

Elena, it had to have been Elena.

"It's okay. I remember now, I asked a friend to pick it up for me," she said, smiling reassuringly, pushing down the rage that was building up inside her.

The woman nodded, still frowning.

Caroline sighed, then took a look around. Nobody was around to see her.

She leaned in and caught the eyes of the woman before her, her pupils dilating.

"There is nothing wrong. I picked up the dress and the moment that is blank in your mind isn't blank anymore, you spend a very nice time, thinking about the wonderful things in your life. Today is a perfect day. You are very happy."

The woman nodded, he eyes vacant.

Caroline leaned back again and broke the compulsion and suddenly the woman broke out in a wide smile. "Have a nice day, I wish you a wonderful time in the dress."

Caroline smiled back. "Thank you." Then she turned around and left the shop.

As soon as she was out of sight she allowed the anger back in.

As much as she wanted to calm down she just felt like snapping Elena's neck.

How the hell was she gonna get hold of another dress?

This was prom, she didn't just want any dress. She wanted to look like a queen, she wanted a dress so beautiful that everyone would look at her, only her, and not Elena.

Instantly, her mind went back to that one day when she had felt that way. Like a princess, in a dress so stunning she had been impressed by her own reflection.

She chewed on her lower lip.

Klaus.

If anyone did, Klaus would have a dress that fit her requirements.

And he would happily give it to her.

But wasn't this a little off? She didn't have to remind herself why but then her mind went right back to the way he had smiled, genuinely happy, when she had seen him last time. Friends. She felt a pull in her stomach and gulped, halting her furious pace towards her car.

Friends? Was that really what they were now?

Could she just drop by and ask him for a dress?

She thought for a moment, staring down at the pavement beneath her feet.

To her shame, she wanted to be friends with him.

She'd seen another side of him, a side that none of her friends had seen, except for maybe Stefan. And just when she had thought it was gone she had seen it again. She should have turned her back on him ages ago, but for some reason she just couldn't.

Maybe she could really do it, save him. Find a way to a place in him that was kind, merciful, human. She was still torn about the question whether that really existed. But she had a chance and she should take it.

Maybe one day that would make him stop chasing Tyler.

But that wasn't all there was. She also really wanted to see it. He was lonely. Granted, that was pretty much definitely his own fault, but still. He wasn't happy in the place he was and she had a chance to make it better. Not only for him but for everyone around him.

Yes, they were friends. At least for now.

And Elena was a bitch that deserved to get her neck snapped. Just a little.

And she needed a goddamn dress, so fabulous that it would blow everyone away.

A wide smile spread across her face and she got into her car.

The Mikaelson mansion it was.