A/N: Oh my God, overwhelming response to this story. Thank you to all who have followed and favorite this story as special thank you to all who have encourage me to go on with this story with all your positive feedback and reviews.

Everyone wanted a happy ending for the Original Family and this will happen off course after some twist and turns. This is one of the scenarios that played out in my mind with where TO should have gone, unfortunately for now it seems like it's all just wishful thinking.

In this chapter we will still have a lot of Caroline and Elijah interaction leading to Klaroline, patience to all Klaroline shippers.

Sorry, this chapter is short, but i hope it's enough to tide you all over as i browse through your suggestions to where you want this story to go. So here it goes…

"I hope you are comfortable Caroline," as Elijah looked on from his seat in the private plane to Caroline noticing she was ill at ease.

Caroline managed a small smile at Elijah, "I'm just not used to flying yet. This is actually my first time to ride a plane, I've never been anywhere."

It was at that point that Elijah realized that indeed, Caroline Forbes, in all here spunk and bursts of confidence in dealing with the supernatural and most particularly Originals like him was really just a very young woman, vampire or not, she was just a year over her teenage stage. It was surprising that this baby vampire and very young woman had successfully ensnared his brother, the Original Hybrid. Niklaus Mikaelson, whose name alone inspired whole armies to shake in fear, afraid of his wrath. The same one who two weeks ago had cried a tear while retelling his tale of lost love.

Elijah was not a man who was easily swayed. He always found something to nitpick about when words were said to him, he expected insincerity in uttered statements. His family had used words as weapons in the past, to broker a deal, to build an alliance. His brother himself was a master of deceit of words, his method of seduction. Countless times, they themselves have tiptoed upon one another saying much and nothing at the same time. The very rare times they had both let their guards done enough for a genuine conversation he could count in his one hand, and most of them were when they where human.

So on that day exactly two weeks ago, during one of his brothers' lowest points after once again at the receiving end of betrayal, he had screamed his threats to his siblings, yelled his regret at trusting them, destroying furniture and paintings in the mansion before retreating to his study to drown himself in his sorrows. Elijah knowing he was partly at fault for this latest debacle, had humbled himself to incur the wrath of his brother by entering the study in the hopes of patching things up. He recalled the conversation in his mind.

"What do you want now brother," Klaus bellowed, "you've successfully rendered me worthless by going behind my back and attempting an alliance with the witches against my expressed wishes." Pointing at Elijah, "you talk about family above all, but really what you espouse is what suits you best. You hide behind fancy words and tailored suits, leaving me to be the monster they all perceive, but really you are the real monster lurking in the shadows. You've got what you wanted, you don't get to be king maker, you get to be King. And I am once again thrust aside, after my usefulness has outlived itself."

"Brother that was never my intent. I always strive to put family first. Have I not stayed by your side when in counted the most, with Katerina, with father?" Elijah countered.

Klaus scoffed at his brother, "you fought beside me against father because your life was also threatened, you needed strength in numbers. As for Katerina, she turned out to be useless in the end, she continues to roam alive, so it was not really a sacrifice for you."

Elijah brushed off an imaginary dust of his shoulder, "but I am here now, when it matters the most. What I have done, to hear the witches out, to listen to what they had to say, it was to ensure that we have all our bases covered, it is best to have open communication lines with other supernaturals outside of vampires in the quarter. It wasn't going against what you wanted. It was consistent with the harmony we had envisioned."

"Do not twist around my words. I have been deceived by you too many times to count. You've used Family many times to defend yourself, but everytime you are single-handedly responsible for destroying it, not me. All I have wanted, all I have every wanted was to protect you all, keep you safe, keep you close. I fear the time for that has pass, maybe it's finally time for me to accept that I am alone," Klaus ended solemnly.

Elijah feared the path his brothers thoughts were taking, "do not even think those thoughts brother."

Klaus shook his head, "what you think is of no matter to me anymore. I taken all the betrayal I can take from you," Klaus mocked, "I've had much practice being on my own, without my supposed 'family' by my side, not even the twisted loyalty of my hybrids, nor the hollow allegiance of the vampires, I can count on." Very quietly, almost whispered he added, "the one person I wanted to stay by my side, I left alone for the sake of the family you so craved for."

Elijah was confused by the last part of Klaus' statement, but the abrupt departure of Klaus from the study stopped him from asking the question he wanted to ask instead he shook his head and walked out of the study trying to pick up the scent of his brother. He wasn't done with his talk, and somehow he knew his brother wasn't done as well. Picking up his brothers scent, he treaded toward the painting room tentatively knocking before entering. What he saw raised his anxiety as he took the final steps before kneeling down on the floor beside his brother who was stroking a painting so lovingly of a woman who was vaguely familiar to him.

Klaus whispered almost to himself, "She told me she cared about me, well not those words exactly, but it was implied. But she was scared of what her friends might think of her, so she made me promise to never come back to Mystic Falls." If Elijah wasn't a thousand year old vampire, he couldn't have heard his brothers' words.

Klaus looked at Elijah while still stroking the painting unconsciously, "I asked her you know, I've never been more afraid to ask anyone a single question in my life. I asked her for her confession, what she really felt for me, "after a pained chuckle Klaus continued, "I've never been so ecstatic before, she…..we….we made love in the woods, it was the best day of my existence and I have never felt worst as I walked away from her because I promised to leave. I thought, I still had you and Rebekah with me, maybe until she came to her senses and was brave enough to choose me, it was enough."

Klaus stood up from the floor still clutching his painting, putting it down on the easel stand before making a show of covering it up with a cloth, "but you betrayed me, my own siblings who professed to love me. Now I have no one."

Elijah stood up and clasped the shoulder of his brother, "you will always have me brother, don't forget that."

Elijah had gently nudged Caroline to wake her, "Caroline, we are about the land."

Momentarily disoriented, Caroline gave Elijah a small smile then looked out the window, "it's really happening, I'm really in New Orleans," straightening her back she said, "okay, let's do this."

Since they were on a private plane, they breezed through security and were ushered to a waiting luxury car in the tarmac. Elijah had taken a hold of her one small bag of luggage and handed it to the driver before taking his seat beside her. She had been looking out the window, taking in the sights when Elijah broke her concentration.

"I have informed Rebekah of our arrival, she says that Niklaus is been locked in his room the whole afternoon. We are about five minutes away from our home so I want you to be prepared. Caroline, I know how hard this is for you, and believe me when I say both Bekah and I are eternally grateful for what you are about to do." As Elijah finished, the car stopped infront of a Mansion. The driver opened the door with Elijah stepping out before offering his hand to Caroline to assist her.

As Caroline alighted, she saw Rebekah at the door with a neutral expression of her face. Looking back at Elijah before apprehensively taking the last few steps toward Rebekah, she gave her a small nod of acknowledgement before Rebekah stepped inside the Mansion and waved Caroline to follow. As Caroline was about to step foot inside Elijah stopped her, "Caroline, remember what I said to you before about your destiny." Elijah glanced at Bekah, "is he still in his room?"

Rebekah nodded to her brother before saying, "I have aired out the room beside his, I presume that is where Caroline will be staying, "ending her statement looking at Caroline before being distracted by the driver depositing Caroline's bag on the floor. Looking at Caroline, "just one tiny bag, you don't intend to stay long?"

Caroline bit her lip, "I really don't know how long I will be staying but that has nothing to do with my small suitcase. I just packed a few necessities as I intended to do some shopping here for whatever else I will be needing."

Rebekah smiled tentatively, "well, that I can help you with if you want." Knowing that it was an olive branch, Caroline nodded her head at Rebekah, "I'd like that."

Elijah interrupted, "Caroline you may rest tonight and tackle my brother tomorrow or you can start tonight, your choice. We do not want to pressure you."

Caroline took a deep breath, "well there's no time like the present then." Turing to Rebekah, where is his room?"

Caroline did not want to lurk outside the bedroom door of Klaus, knowing how strong the Originals senses were, upon reaching his door she quietly turned the knob and slowly opened the door until she could fit her body inside the opening. She stepped inside are tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness. Even as a vampire it took her a few seconds for her night vision senses to kick in. Closing the door behind her, she took two steps forward before a voice immobilized her.

"Who's there? I told you to leave me alone!" the voice bellowed.

Trying to locate the voice, Caroline scanned the room noticing the empty bed before seeing a figure huddled in a corner next to the unlighted fireplace. She took the few steps to bring her to the figure, bending down on her knees, she touch the hands that were dangling from on top of his knees, "hey."

Maybe because he was drunk that deliberately slowed his reflexes, or maybe because he just wanted to be detached from himself, he did not sense the person in front of him until she spoke. He thought this was the state he wanted to be in, imagining his Caroline beside him, in New Orleans. It seemed so real, her scent, the hands stroking his almost lovingly that he unconsciously whispered, "Caroline".

How could forget her scent, it was hers alone. The vanilla and lavender scent that filled his nostrils, the hands that caressed his, so soft and warm. His dream state allowed him to enclosed his hands in hers and stroke her palms with his thumb. It seemed so real. More so than the endless dreams he had been having of her from the time he had walked away from her. Recreating in his mind all the ministrations that they made while making love in the woods. The way she moan when he sucked at her neck. The way she shuddered as she released every one of many orgasms she had. The way her toes curled when he said her name while she tightly wrapped her thighs around him.

When the body that was stroking his hand moved to a more comfortable position beside him, his senses where suddenly alert realizing that this was real and not his imagination, "Caroline, " he said again, "are you really here?"