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Chapter Three: Collision Course

Klaus snapped his fingers trying to get her attention. Caroline broke out of her daze and looked over at him. He signalled towards the television, Caroline found the remote and switched it on. Entertainment Tonight flashed on the screen, a photo of them at the wedding chapel in the top right-hand corner.

It was black and grainy almost like CCTV footage but there was no denying it was them. Caroline shuddered the hangover now not the only reason making her want to vomit.

"Look Bonnie, I didn't mean for this to happen." He tried explaining like a little boy who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "She's here with me now." He said looking at Caroline who was now as white as a ghost.

"Reports say that Mikaelson and Forbes were quite intoxicated as they walked down the aisle of the Elvis Wedding Chapel. Eyewitnesses say they were all over each other and didn't even wait for the celebrant to pronounce them married before they started to make-out."

"Oh dear god." Caroline murmured knowing her wholesome image was completely shattered. "I'm going to have to live in this hotel room because I'm sure as hell never going out in public again."

"Okay Bonnie fine we'll stay here. I think Caroline is considering moving in permanently anyway." She looked over and shot him a dirty look.

"She couldn't get enough of him, at one point she was straddling him on the pew while they were waiting their turn to get married." Hamish a witness to the marriage commented eagerly.

"Thanks Hamish. You just really had to go into that much detail didn't you?" She screamed unable to control herself throwing a pillow at the screen.

"Calm down." Klaus said rolling his eyes at her little tantrum. "No Bonnie I wasn't talking to you, yes I've got it." He sighed. Caroline stood up and stormed off towards the bathroom realising that in her shock she had completely forgotten to change out of her skimpy towel.

"No Bonnie I won't answer the door to anyone, see you soon." He disconnected rolling his eyes and placing the phone on the bed, running his hands through his knotted curls.

Caroline closed the door and looked in the mirror at her bedraggled appearance, her eyes brimming with tears. She wanted to be mature especially in front of Klaus but she was struggling, she blinked letting her tears fall freely. How had she let this happen? All she wanted to do was get away and let her hair down, not get drunk and then marry the biggest womaniser on the planet.

She knew she had to call Elena but was scared of what she would say. Elena Gilbert was one of her oldest friends and also her publicist. She knew one day their working relationship and friendship would collide she just wasn't ready for that to be today. She heard her phone ring her stomach filled with dread at who was calling to reprimand her.

Caroline looked at the screen and realised this was going to be difficult, her manager was calling. She took a deep breath and answered.

"If it isn't one of my best friends, I thought it might be you or Elena."

"Elena is on a plane at the moment, I wouldn't want to be you when she lands and finds out what has happened." Caroline shuddered, Elena was usually so placid but she knew that would all end today. "And don't even think that by using our friendship you can get away with what you've done." Stefan chided

"Oh well it was worth a try." She uttered lamely.

"What were you thinking, or not thinking as the case may be?" He cried.

"Yep definitely not thinking. I was drunk Stefan, completely intoxicated. I don't even remember it happening." She whispered shamefully.

"Well I didn't need you to tell me that Caroline it's already all over the news that you were both off your heads." He muttered. "I'm going to kill that Mikaelson guy." He said partially with concern for his client but also his over protectiveness for his friend kicking into overdrive.

"Trust me Stefan that's exactly what I wanted to do but I realised it wouldn't sound good that I killed him the morning after our drunken wedding. I think my reputation has taken enough of a battering for now."

"He knew what he was doing; I'll bet this was all part of some twisted plot. He thought he'd get bonus points for bringing down America's sweetheart." Caroline felt a lump in her throat at his comment.

"Stefan don't say that, I'm no one's sweetheart." She replied bitterly. Truthfully Caroline hated that tag, always had, but she started in the business when she was young and full of innocence and people didn't like change so she had kept up the ruse, it was good public relations after all.

"Well you were until he sullied your reputation."

"Anyway enough about that, what's our plan of attack Stef?" She asked helplessly.

"Well Elena was coming over to meet you anyway, so at least that's something. I think I'll hop on a flight too though just in case. Have you seen the news? The paparazzi are swarming outside the Palms and the pack is only getting bigger." Caroline sighed; she really couldn't believe this was happening.

"Okay I'll stay put until Elena gets here." She said not looking forward to their reunion. They were supposed to be on holidays, sunning themselves by the pool today. Her phone beeped indicating an incoming call.

"If that's the press don't answer it." He said in a complete panic.

"Um Stefan how would they have gotten my personal mobile number? Seriously just leave the media stuff to Elena." She said shaking her head.

"Well considering she's mid-flight I think you need some sort of advice."

"Don't worry about that I think Klaus's publicist is on her way here too, so we'll have more than enough advisers telling us what to do." She said rolling her eyes. "I've got to get that call." She disconnected looking briefly at the caller ID and picked up immediately.

"So the day you decide to go completely nuts and get married in Vegas you have to be wearing that horrible floral dress and cardigan?" She asked in disbelief.

"Nice to see you are focusing on the important things as usual Katherine." Caroline said almost relieved that it was her outfit being criticised and not her behaviour.

"Well you know me darling; you always have to look your best. You can never be too sure when there are paparazzi lurking around the corner."

Katherine Gilbert was a well-known actress not to mention a good friend and Elena's twin sister. The girls had grown up together in Mystic Falls Virginia and gone to the same school. After they graduated they even lived together in a small flat in New York, but those days were long gone, each girl had gone on finding considerable success in their chosen career.

"Have you had a chance to speak with Elena yet? Stefan tells me she's on her way; I'm just not looking forward to that call." She said her voice full of fear.

"No I haven't spoken with my dear sister yet, I'm just off the flight and getting into a car now. I thought we were staying at the Bellagio but from what I can see on television you're holed up at The Palms."

"You've got to love the media. Probably best you don't come here you'll just draw more attention to us, if that's remotely possible."

"Fine I'll go to the Bellagio as planned for now but I expect to see you soon. I want to hear all about your hot wedding night sex including all the kinky details." Katherine said gleefully.

"Trust you to focus on the sex." She said not at all surprised.

"Well you usually hear things in Hollywood circles but because he's been over in London I don't know anyone he's slept with, well until you." Caroline didn't really want to get into the fact that even if she had she didn't remember it. "I heard he's slept with hundreds of women and apparently that's only a conservative estimate."

"I'll call you soon Katherine; I probably should keep the line free for your sister."

"Hey she's my publicist as well but that doesn't mean I answer her calls." She laughed.

"Yeah well I think being sisters is a little different, she's probably used to it from you. Anyway I'll call you later and please nothing to the press."

"Oh really, that's a shame Caroline. I was planning on talking in great detail about your lack of a love life and how I was really happy to see you finally getting some." She laughed heartily before hanging up. Caroline just shook her head. She heard a knock on the door realising she had probably been in the bathroom for ages. She quickly dressed and opened the door.

"I thought you'd taken some pills or something."

"Yeah being married to you would definitely drive me to suicide." She said arching her eyebrows.

"It's a shame you had to change out of that towel; I thought it was a very good look for you." He said looking at her same floral dress.

"Well all good things must come to an end." She muttered. "I just wish I had something else to change into, what in the hell did we do with our bags last night?" She asked confused.

"Well mine are over there in the corner. I seem to recall you defiantly wanting your own room at check-in; you didn't want to cause a scene." He said a smile playing on his lips.

"Very funny, it would be nice to know which room it was." She said looking around the room spying a key on the bedside table. She walked over picking up the card with the number 1293 printed on it. "I wonder how far away this is, maybe I could make a quick run for it?" She said desperate for some clean clothes.

"Well I was told to stay put and not move from this room otherwise there'd be hell to pay." He said slightly scared. "So is your publicist on the way too?"

"She's on a flight at the moment so I'm still waiting for that call. Your publicist, Bonnie is it?" She asked and he nodded. "She sounded really happy; surely she'd be used to this from you by now."

"Well I have done many questionable things in the past but I think getting drunk then married in Vegas definitely takes the cake." Caroline laughed despite the situation.

"Someone's more relaxed; did you take some other types of pills in there?" He asked curiously.

"No!" She cried slapping him on the arm. "I think it's just the shock." He nodded knowing exactly what she was feeling. "I'm just so hungry." She said thinking how good a cheeseburger and French fries would taste right now. Klaus looked at her surprised.

"Wow I thought you'd be the type who would refuse to eat and lose about ten pounds because the scandal was taking its toll on you." He laughed.

"Well again you don't know me or my type." She said slightly annoyed he was still making judgements. "I tend to eat a lot especially when I get stressed, the greasier the better." She said her stomach rumbling.

"Well we could always order room service?" He said tentatively. "Surely that would be allowed I mean we do need to eat."

"Definitely, we need to keep up our strength." She replied nodding her head. He walked over and called room service ordering cheeseburgers, extra fries and extra ketchup just for Caroline.

"So who were you on the phone too before?" He asked curiously.

"Well the first call was my manager, who wants to kill you by the way."

"Oh well it wouldn't be a normal day for me if I didn't receive a death threat from a girl I wronged, her father, her brother or in some cases her manager." He said a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Wow you really have slept with a lot of women haven't you?" She asked unable to help herself, the curiosity getting the better of her.

"What makes you say that?" He asked smirking at her.

"Well that look for starters and those comments." She said. "There must have been hundreds at least."

"Oh and since when did you become an expert on my love life?" He asked raising his eyebrows. Caroline blushed unable to look him directly in the eyes. "Come on I'd be curious to know where you pulled that number from."

"Well if you must know a little bird told me."

"Oh really and who is this little bird, perhaps your manager who wants to kill me?" He asked. "I wouldn't trust him; his anger is obviously clouding his judgement."

"Well if you must know it wasn't my manager, it was my friend Katherine Gilbert." She said

"Katherine Gilbert the actress? No offence to your friend but she has a pretty wild reputation of her own if you don't mind me saying."

"Well actually I do." She replied defensively.

"Okay sorry." He said. "I actually have a great deal of respect for her, she's a great actress. Any chance you could give me her phone number?"

"Ouch Caroline!" He cried, his comment earning him a whack from Caroline for his tactlessness. "I was just joking."

"Well I'm sorry but it just seems a little too soon after everything that's happened." She objected.

"Oh I get it now, my wife is jealous." he said knowingly.

"Oh I am not jealous!" She cried rolling her eyes, realising his ego had no limit. "Plus don't ever call me that again."

They heard a knock at the door and looked at each other not sure whether it was one of their representatives to yell at them or the food they were longing for. "Room service." A voice said and they exhaled almost relieved. Caroline ran to hide in the bathroom, not wanting to see anyone in her current state. Klaus walked over and opened the heavy wooden door.

"I can see my friend married a really smart guy." Caroline heard her from the other side of the door, Elena had finally arrived. "Don't you know that's just a ruse so the paps can get a photo of you? Considering your appearance you're pretty damn lucky right now it was just me!" She yelled. "Caroline Forbes get your skinny arse out here!" Elena was beyond mad, she was pissed.

"We were just talking about you Katherine; I really am a big fan of your work." He said trying to smooth things over. Elena raised her hand and slapped him hard, Caroline ran out to see him holding his head obviously in pain.

"That's not Katherine Klaus, it's her sister Elena who also happens to be my publicist." She explained, unable to look her friend directly in the eye.

"My first impression of you was definitely right." She said rolling her eyes at him.

"There's two of you, wow every man's dream." He replied unable to stop himself, flirting was second nature to Klaus.

"You really picked a good one here Caroline and to think I was upset not to be a bridesmaid." She said sarcastically.

"I'm so sorry for this Elena, we didn't mean for it to happen." She pleaded with her friend. "Did we?" She signalled to Klaus to intervene.

"You're on your own Caroline; excuse me if I don't want to get slapped again." He muttered, walking into the bathroom shutting the door behind him. Caroline looked at Elena, the tears starting to fall again.

"How could you Care?" She asked her voice softening. "I thought you of all people were smarter than that."

"I know you're right." She said the hot salty water streaming down her face. "I honestly don't know what happened I think I have just been feeling so constrained lately."

"So what you thought getting married in Vegas would break you out of your rut or something?" She asked.

"No but I certainly felt freer than I had in a long time. It was so nice just to let myself go and not care about what people thought of me for once in my life." She cried sitting on the bed unable to contain her torrent of emotions.

"Okay honey I understand, I really do." She soothed sitting down on the bed and handed her a tissue from her handbag. "I just think we could have handled an image change better say with some pink streaks in your hair or a hot new wardrobe, then maybe gone from there gradually." Caroline laughed through her tears, it was nice to have her friend back, scary Elena was just that.

"Sorry I made your job harder sweetie." She said sheepishly.

"Yeah well I expect a pretty big bonus for my trouble." She grinned. "Anyway I'm usually busy putting out fires for all of Katherine's indiscretions so it's nice to share it around a bit."

"Well at least I'm no longer boring. I think something inside me just snapped." She said inexplicably.

"I think Niklaus Mikaelson has that effect on people." Elena said rolling her eyes. "Can we please kill him?"

"Stefan and I have already discussed that; probably not the best move from a public relations standpoint publicist!" They both laughed, her tears beginning to dry up.

"He is pretty damn cute." She admitted. "Even with his hair sticking up all over the place."

"I heard that." He called out from the bathroom, they both looked at each other mortified that he had was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Seriously I need to get out of here being in this tiny space with him is driving me mad." She said jumping up and beginning to pace back and forth like a caged animal. "So what is the plan Elena?"

Before they could discuss what they were going to do there was a knock at the door. "Room service." Caroline felt her stomach rumble again realising how glad she was for food at that exact moment and without thinking walked over and opened the door.

"Did I not say don't answer the door to anyone?" the girl on the other side of the door cried shaking her head in Caroline's direction.

"You must be Bonnie." She said surprised. "Seriously you publicists all sound exactly the same." Caroline opened the door further ushering her inside to join the growing party. Bonnie was gorgeous, dressed smartly in a charcoal grey skirt and suit jacket, her purple pinstriped shirt bringing out the beautiful chocolate tones of her skin.

"Where is that idiot?" She demanded looking around the room, Caroline pointed at the bathroom door.

"I'm only coming out if you promise not to hit me." He yelled and Bonnie just rolled her eyes. "Get out here pronto Niklaus." Klaus emerged freshly showered a look of pure dread on his face.

"I'd say it's nice to see you but I don't think I'd get the same response." He said trying to lighten the situation.

"Enough of the jokes, we need to discuss what the hell we are going to do and fast." Bonnie said looking at them all ominously.