Title: Three Wishes Granted and One That Wasn't

Author: Razorbackgal0225

Rating: T—for upcoming language and adult situations

Disclaimer: I have a mortgage and a car payment. Since I have those, it should be obvious that I don't own anything connected with the Vampire Diaries, book or TV, or the Originals. If I did, well, a certain pairing would be much more front and center.

Author's Note: This happened a little quicker than anticipated. And thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed and favorite this little drabble. I really appreciate it!

Wish Two

Life in Mystic Falls was never easy. Well, technically this happened at Whitmore College, so maybe life for residents of Mystic Falls was never easy. Even though Elena and Caroline tried to keep their true identities a secret, word in the supernatural world apparently traveled, if not fast. Halfway through their senior year, a pack of werewolves descended on the area with a goal of ridding the campus of any and all vampires. Including the former doppelganger and her best friend.

A text message from Tyler had alerted Caroline to the coming trouble; a member of his current pack knew a member of the pack planning the attack. This was the first she had heard from him in months but she was grateful nonetheless. Tyler had found a life outside of Virginia helping other werewolves learn to control their transformation and he had never returned home, outside of the random visit. Caroline had moved on as well, dating off and on throughout college. She was happy for him, but she was never able to fully forgive him for what she considered abandoning her. This feeling had led to their lack of communication prior to his text regarding the looming threat.

That text had set things into motion. Stefan and Damon had practically moved into the girls' apartment, ensuring they were safe, or at least Elena was safe. After a few days of this, the guys had gone on the offensive, tracking and hunting down one of the wolves and torturing information out of him. Bonnie then did a locator spell and found the pack's hiding place. After a carefully planning an attack, which had fallen apart in spectacular fashion in five seconds, the Salvatores, Gilberts, Caroline and Matt had defeated the pack, killing or scaring them all away. Except for the one that was hidden in a nearby cave, the one who managed to scrape his fangs across Stefan's forearm before his heart was ripped out by, surprisingly enough, Caroline. They all had stood in the clearing for a full minute after; staring at Stefan and knowing what was coming.

They raced to the Salvatore Boarding House, desperate to get Stefan a supply of blood to ward off the poison. They had been inside less than a minute before Caroline was on the phone to the one person with a cure for werewolf venom.

"Klaus, it's Caroline," she said quietly when his voicemail greeting finished. "Listen, we ran into some trouble with a pack of werewolves and Stefan was bit. He's okay for right now, but he really needs some of your blood. It just happened tonight, so we figure he has a few days. If you could get here as soon as possible, we would really appreciate it." Her voice dropped even lower before she added, "I would really appreciate it." Over the years, she had become hesitant to use their…whatever it was to convince Klaus to do anything. She may have been an eternal teenager physically, but she had grown enough since going to college to realize it wasn't right to use Klaus's feelings to manipulate him. Even with all the things he had done, he deserved at least that. This however was an emergency.

She ended the call and looked back at the group. Stefan gave her a weak smile, Elena looked concerned and Damon was Damon. "Here's hoping your hold on him is still good, Blondie," he muttered as he crossed the room to get a drink.

"Yeah, here's hoping," she repeated, mostly to herself.

Twelve hours later and nothing. No text, no return call, not a word from the hybrid. This was unusual, the few times she had texted or called, she had heard back immediately, normally with an absurdly romantic sentiment at which she would roll her eyes but wouldn't be able to hold back a smile. This time, though, when it was life and death, he had gone incommunicado. Another twelve hours and four more phone calls, each resulting in progressively anxious voicemails, and still nothing. Caroline began to worry, ashamed her initial response was anger when it was possible that Klaus was in trouble as well.

"Klaus, it's me. Again. You've never not answered before, so I hope you're okay. But Stefan's getting worse, he has a fever and chills, so the poison has started working. No hallucinations yet, but he needs your blood as soon as possible. I'm worried. About Stefan. And you. And now I'm rambling. Just…call me or something. Bye."

After no reply to that message, Elena broke down and contacted Elijah, who explained that Klaus was fine but indisposed at the moment, helping Rebekah out of a mess in Europe. This news caused problems. Klaus was the only one who could cure Stefan and he was out of the country and according to his brother, almost unreachable. Damon called to order their private plane and asked Elena to call Elijah back for an exact location. It was a last ditch effort, but since Stefan had been moved to the Salvatore basement for safety, everyone was getting frantic.

"Guess that pesky obsession with you finally faded. Too bad, it was occasionally useful," Damon remarked as he packed a bag for the trip. Caroline bit her lip to fight back tears. She was afraid the group traveling to Europe, Venice they found out, wouldn't make it in time. She hadn't been asked to join the trip, so she was preparing to sit next to the phone for the next two days waiting on news about one of her best friends. Her fear for Stefan was the main reason for her tears, but it wasn't the only thing bothering her. Klaus had never failed to help her before, whether it was something simple like finding a first edition book for her mother's birthday two years ago to the daring rescue in New Orleans from his protégé. As Damon had pointed out, it appeared she wasn't as important to him as she had thought and this hurt her more than she expected.

Ten minutes before Stefan, Elena and Damon planned to leave for the airport, the doorbell rang. Caroline was the only one in the living room, so she walked slowly to answer it.

"Miss Caroline Forbes?" the deliveryman asked. When she nodded, he held out the clipboard to her. "I have a delivery for you that requires a signature." Caroline frowned. No one except for her mother knew she was back in town, much less at the Salvatore's. After she signed the paper, the man handed her a huge package, well-marked as REFRIGERATION REQUIRED. Still confused, she kicked the door shut and moved the box to nearest table. She ripped it open, finding a cooler packed in dry ice. On top of the cooler was a note addressed to her. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the old-fashioned handwriting.

"Caroline," she read, "I apologize for my lack of communication. Cell service in this area of Venice is spotty at best, although the beauty of the landscape does make up for that fact. After I received your first message, I dispatched this package immediately. I would ask that you use the enclosure for Stefan in the immediate future and then save the rest for yourself, but I'm quite sure that will not happen. Knowing you as I do, sweetheart, you are more likely to run around saving anyone with the last name Salvatore or Gilbert who manages to tangle with a wolf without a second thought. So I will only ask that you use these sparingly, just in case a situation such as this occurs again. I will contact you as soon as I am back in the States. Love always, Klaus."

By this time, Caroline was smiling and laughing as she cried happy tears, overjoyed that Klaus had come through once again. She opened the cooler, saw twelve vials of blood and understood what his note meant. This was his blood, which he had sent to her. Saving Stefan was the instantaneous affect, but this was a contingency plan if anything happened to her. The fact that a shipment of blood had warmed her heart proved to her how much she had changed in the last few years.

She grabbed a vial and raced downstairs. She threw open the door to the holding cell and poured the contents down Stefan's throat before he knew what was going on. When his eyes opened, clear as day, her squeals of joy brought Damon and Elena rushing to the door. She hugged Stefan, hugged Elena, and even hugged Damon as she bounced back up the stairs. She returned to the package, closing the cooler and picking up Klaus's note again. She reread it, lingering over a couple of words and smiling again at how thoughtful he was for sending extra supplies. That's when she noticed the PS at the end of the note she had missed before.

"PS: No matter what, love, I will always move heaven and earth to come through for you. Even if means sending my blood cross the globe at a moment's notice. You will love Venice. –K"

"I guess I was wrong, Blondie," Damon interrupted her quiet celebration. "Klaus came through after all." Caroline quickly calmed her features, erasing any smile remaining on her face before facing him.

"I'm glad, since it saved Stefan," she answered, perhaps a little too evenly for the situation. Damon's eyebrows knitted together as he studied her. She waited impatiently, wanting to check on Stefan again before leaving. He suddenly smirked and looked at the paper Caroline was still holding in her hand.

"So, still saying you don't feel anything for the psycho killer, huh?"

"He saved Stefan. Of course I feel gratitude. So should you," she accused as she walked past him, heading back downstairs.

"Sure. Gratitude is why you're clutching that note like it's a winning lottery ticket," he called after her. His statement caused a hitch in her step, but she flipped her hair and ignored him. And if she slept with the note under her pillow that night, no one was the wiser.