Prompt: Can you do a story of where at the end of s5 when they come back from the other side where Henrik comes back walks up to Caroline and hugs her and asks her to take him to his family and she does(oh the the baby is Tyler's not klaus'). Also Kol and Katherine come back and they all go to NOLA together.

Thanks lovely Megan! Such an inspired prompt, I only hope I've done it justice – supernatural isn't my forte. I used a One Tree Hill title (and coincidentally one of my fave episodes of all time) just for you, lovely : )

Okay, this is where I completely rewrite everything that was bad about season 5. For your information - Katherine did die but she never became human (because that storyline was terrible) and she is the ONLY one who knows Klaus and Caroline slept together. I'm also going to go ahead and just forget the magical baby even existed, so too Hayley and Cami.

How a Resurrection Really Feels

"Kol, stop touching the radio," Caroline chided, slapping his hand away from the dials.

"It's not my fault you have the worst taste in music, darling," he offered.

"And yours is so much better?" She snorted, by way of response. "At least my favourite musicians are popular and, might I add, still alive."

"If I'd known you two were going to squabble like children, I wouldn't have come along," Katherine interrupted from the back seat.

"Yeah, why did you come along anyway? Doesn't my brother want to kill you or something?"

"Is it me or do you get more stupid every time you come back from the other side?" She drawled.

"Oh I get it now, you want to get busy with Elijah and blondie here wants to do the same with Niklaus," he surmised. "They may be my brothers but for the record you both have terrible taste in men, if you ask me."

"Well, funnily enough no one was asking for love advice, for obvious reasons," Caroline muttered, too tired to even address his comment about the Original hybrid.

"And I do not want to get busy with Elijah," Katherine shot back, her denial sounding a little too forced for Caroline's liking. The man could definitely wear a suit so Caroline figured her taste really wasn't all that bad. "Not that I have to explain anything to your idiotic ass but I figured bringing Klaus his youngest brother might make him less likely to want to kill me."

"I could have done that myself," Kol growled. "I didn't need an entourage to return my brother to the family fold."

"Well, you know what they say Mikaelson, finders keepers," Katherine teased. "Given your weakened powers since crossing over I suggest you remember that." Turns out being on the other side had rendered Kol basically useless but for how long they didn't know.

"Henrik, are you okay, sweetie?" Caroline asked, choosing to ignore their incessant bickering and peering at the boy through the rear view mirror, who was staring aimlessly out the car window. He'd been relatively quiet since she first found him in the woods.

It was eerily quiet, too quiet for Caroline's liking. The portal to the other side had since closed leaving Damon and Bonnie languishing there. Elena and Stefan were in shock understandably, unable to process what had just transpired. Always the optimist, Caroline had attempted to make the best of the situation and provide some possible suggestions but Stefan and Elena had been non receptive and too caught up in their grief to properly focus.

Caroline thought it was best to leave them alone for the moment, retreating further into the woods. It was then she heard a series of childish whimpers from afar, vamping immediately to their source. His long, dark hair fell messily across his tear stained cheeks, his rumpled clothing denoting the fact he wasn't from this time. She figured he must have somehow found his way over from the other side.

"Are you okay, little boy?" She murmured, trying not to scare him away. He shifted his gaze from the ground and met her blue eyes with his brown ones.

"Caroline?" He asked, his face registering in recognition. How did this boy know her name?

"Yes, I'm Caroline," she confirmed. "Do you know me?" His only response was a shy nod before his glance returned to the ground. Caroline didn't want to push him so decided to start with something easy. "What's your name?"

"Henrik," he whispered. "Henrik Mikaelson."

"Mikaelson? As in Klaus?"

"Niklaus is one of my brothers," he murmured. "He tried to save me after the wolves attacked, but it was too late."

"You're human?"

"Yes," he explained. "Although, I have been watching over my siblings since they turned."

"How did you get through the portal?"

"I knew it was my only chance to see my family again."

"Aren't Kol and Finn on the other side?"

"Believe it or not, the other side is a big place, Caroline. I have tried to find them but to no avail. I thought if I came here you could help me."

"How can I help you?" She asked, still unsure of how Henrik supposedly knew her.

"My brother, Niklaus, he loves you," he smiled, knowingly. "If anyone could help me find my way back to him and the rest of my family, I assumed it would be you."

"Your brother and I aren't as close as you might think, Henrik," she mumbled, feeling increasingly embarrassed about having this intimate discussion with his younger brother, of all people.

"We both know that isn't true," he shot back and she felt a blush cross her cheeks. Just great, his little brother had probably witnessed their X rated tryst in the woods. It was at that point she was wondering whether Kol, Finn, Jesse, Vicki, Jenna and Carol Lockwood were all sitting around popcorn in hand and doing the same thing. It was then she remembered with dread that her father was up there too.

"We have a special relationship, I guess you could say," she answered, tactfully.

"Yes, my brother would do anything for you."

"That is true," she admitted, Klaus did have that pesky way of continually saving her. "I don't understand what you want me to do though?"

"Can you take me to him, please?"

"I'm not really sure that's a good idea, I mean it's a long way to go and to be honest it might be sort of awkward between us…"

"You are a good person. Caroline. I know that ultimately you will do what is right." This kid might have been young but he certainly had guilt tripping down to a fine art.

"How about I save us all some time and take you myself, little Mikaelson?" A familiar voice interrupted, Caroline turned to see Katherine Pierce in all her glory. Caroline had to admit she looked pretty flawless for coming from the other side.

"I thought we finally got rid of you?"

"Turns out I'm not that easy to kill," she drawled.

"What a shame," Caroline muttered. "We were kind of having a private conversation here, if you don't mind."

"Actually, I do mind because I'm the one who found little Henrik here first so I have prior claim to him."

"All you did was rush past and tell me to stop with all the bloody crying," Henrik shared, nestling into Caroline's shoulder for protection.

"Charming," Caroline shot back. "Seriously? He's not an object you can just claim, Katherine."

"Oh, I can and I will," she promised.

"If you don't mind me asking why in the hell would you want to go to New Orleans? Klaus has only been trying to kill you for 500 years."

"Well, when I bring back his little brother I have a feeling he might rethink his crazy, revenge vendetta. Now, be on your way Caroline and let the big girls handle this."

"You are not touching one hair on his head," Caroline warned, placing her arm around the frightened boy and pulling him closer. She'd only known Henrik for ten minutes but she suddenly felt very protective. "I'll take him myself."

"Over my dead body."

"If only that was still the case," Caroline muttered. Unfortunately she knew Katherine Pierce too well and she wasn't going to give in easily. She needed to take a new approach for Henrik's sake. "Look, Klaus is going to see right through this plan of yours. If anything having me with you will only work in your favour. Klaus has a habit of doing what I tell him and he might even spare you if I ask nicely."

"Yes, that's what tends to happen when you screw someone's brains out in the woods."

"Katherine," she growled. "There is a child present!"

"Oh please," she said, rolling her eyes for extra effect. "Fine, I'll play along but if you try to cross me I'll make sure all your boring friends in Mystic Falls know exactly what happened in those woods with..."

"Okay, enough, message received." she groaned. "The question is how am I supposed to explain this little leave of absence during the current Mystic Falls crisis?"

"Oh yes Damon and your judgy, witch friend are on the other side now. Honestly it couldn't have happened to two nicer people, if you ask me."

"Not helping, Katherine."

"You're a smart girl I'm sure you can think of something." Caroline racked her brain trying to think of a plausible reason just to up and leave while Bonnie and Damon were missing. After an extended pause of silence Katherine spoke.

"Obviously I gave you too much credit. You know there are some powerful witches in New Orleans; maybe they might know how to get people back from the other side. I doubt they'd help you but if they knew you were a 'special' friend of the Original Hybrid they might be more accommodating."

"That's actually quite good," she conceded, albeit reluctantly. This way she could deliver Henrik and hopefully save them at the same time. "I'll text the others and then we'll leave."

"I hope you're not considering going without me?" A distinctly English accent interrupted. Caroline closed her eyes briefly thinking how much she hated when people decided to come back from the dead. Why couldn't she have her father back instead of Katherine and now Kol? What had she done to deserve such bad company?

"Looks like we're here," Caroline murmured as they drove past the 'Welcome to New Orleans' sign. She'd been growing nervous every mile they drove wondering what exactly she was going to say to Klaus. She figured commenting on his sexual prowess wouldn't cut it, plus Caroline had no intention of stroking his already over-inflated ego.

Ever since their time in the woods, Caroline had been unable to get him out of her head, no matter how hard she tried. Yes, the sex was phenomenal; Caroline figured one thousand years of practice would help with that sort of thing. As more time passed though she was realising that instead of providing closure, it had only deepened her feelings for Klaus.

Living so far away had helped alleviate her fears of acting on those growing feelings but now she was in his city and as much as she wanted to resist Caroline knew she couldn't be responsible for her actions. Her plan was to dump Henrik on their doorstep and vamp away as quickly as possible. She hoped it worked a lot better in practice than it sounded in her head.

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"Rebekah, you're wearing on my last nerve," Klaus groaned. "Don't you have anything better to do than bother me?"

"Well, if I did do you think I'd be spending my time with you? Now, for the last time which dress do you prefer?"

"And for the last time, I don't care. Believe it or not, I'm busy doing important things and don't have time to vet your wardrobe."

"So sorry to interrupt yet another sketch of Caroline Forbes," she muttered, his eyes shooting up from his sketch pad.

"I'm doing no such thing," he lied, trying to manoeuvre the paper so that she couldn't make out the beginnings of Caroline's golden waves.

"Yeah okay," she replied, her unconvinced tone not lost on Klaus. "Trust me, I would have asked Elijah given his sense of style far surpasses yours but I couldn't find him."

"He probably knew you were coming and escaped. If only I was so lucky."

"Nik…" she implored. Just as Rebekah was about to launch into more whining, he heard some noise coming from outside the compound.

"Shhh," he ordered, silencing her with one look and stalking towards the door to investigate who could be loitering outside. He didn't have to wonder for very long when a very loud and familiar voice called out into the crisp night air.

"I'm home!" Was that Kol? This must have been some sort of trick, he was on the other side as far as Klaus knew.

"Kol?" Rebekah stupidly replied, bounding past him like a goofy Labrador puppy and towards the door, she always was so gullible.

"Rebekah," he hissed, trying to get her attention before she opened the door to a possible ambush.

"My powers may have faded somewhat, but I can still hear you, Niklaus," the voice pertaining to be Kol, yelled. "If you don't believe me, maybe you'll believe this person."

"Niklaus, it's me, it's Henrik," Klaus wavered slightly, the sound of his youngest brother's softly spoken voice causing his chest to constrict. Whoever was messing with him was going to pay.

"Henny," Rebekah cried, pulling open the door before Klaus could attempt to avert an impending disaster. What greeted him on the other side Klaus wasn't expecting. They certainly looked like his brothers but what made him immediately suspicious was the female standing to their right. It was none other than Katerina Petrova.

"Not so fast, Rebekah," Klaus ordered, before she could scoop their little brother in her arms. "This is nothing more than a trick."

"This is no trick, Niklaus," Kol assured them. "The portal was opened briefly and we came back from the other side."

"Well, excuse me if I'm dubious given the questionable company you're keeping these days," he replied, gesturing towards the brunette.

"Well, hello to you too, grouchy," she growled. "I brought back your brothers, I thought you'd be more grateful than that."

"Technically she didn't bring me back," Kol offered. "I'm resourceful enough to not need any assistance in that department. Henrik on the other hand…."

"I've missed you so much, Henny," Rebekah grinned, tears filling her blue eyes and bending down to reach his height. He was in her arms before Klaus could object.

"Well, it's nice to know you've missed me too, sister," Kol scowled. "I always suspected Henrik was your favourite but now I have confirmation of it."

"Oh, it's not always all about you Kol," Rebekah commented, relishing in the feeling of her little brother back in her arms. As much as Klaus wanted to do the same, he wasn't one to put on such a public display of affection.

"Well, as lovely as this reunion has been I think it's time we finish this once and for all, Katerina," he spat, lunging towards her.

"Move any further and I'll rip out your heart, Niklaus," Elijah promised, appearing from nowhere and placing himself between Klaus and the woman he had vowed to kill.

"You always were such a bloody buzz kill," Klaus seethed. Elijah was always so composed emotionally but when Katerina bloody Petrova was involved that all seemed to unravel. "It's obvious she's playing with us, Elijah."

"Well, until we confirm that, it's probably best not to act so hastily, brother," Elijah reasoned.

"Don't do me any favours," Katerina scoffed, pushing the eldest Mikaelson away. "Last time I checked family was and always will be your priority, Elijah."

"You're not doing much to help yourself there," Rebekah observed, finally letting go of Henrik. Klaus looked towards Henrik, overwhelmed by all the foreign emotions that were infiltrating his protective shield.

It was at that point he picked up a familiar scent in the breeze, he would know it anywhere, it was hers. The smell that haunted him on a regular basis, but why was it on his brother? Without thinking he vamped away, tracking the scent and finding himself in their garden. It was dark but he couldn't miss the flash of blonde hair in the distance.

"Caroline?" He asked, everything inside him hoping his instincts were right. She froze.

"Obviously my vamping skills leave a lot to be desired," she huffed. Klaus smiled, that voice causing warm and familiar sensations to pulse through his body.

"You saved my brother?"

"I'd hardly say that," she murmured, finally turning around to face him. She looked even more beautiful since their last meeting, her blue eyes blazing defiantly. He didn't realise just how much he missed Caroline Forbes until she was standing in front of him.

"Well I beg to differ, love; I could detect your scent all over Henrik. Thank you for bringing my brother back to me, Caroline."

"How do you know my scent?"

"You're really asking me that after everything that has transpired between us?" He baulked, offended Caroline didn't know just how much she meant to him. He noticed a slight blush cross her cheeks, providing him with some comfort.

"My scent, what is it?"

"Strawberries and vanilla, with a touch of soap and sandalwood," he offered, knowing he could never lie to the woman he loved. "What happened to being busy building a life for yourself? I thought we were never supposed to see each other again?"

"Well, if we're being pedantic you promised to walk away and never come back, not me."

"So, what made you come to New Orleans, to me? I know Katherine's selfish motives but Kol was more than well equipped to bring Henrik back."

"Have you met your brother? Excuse me if the thought of a murderous rampage in front of your innocent brother crossed my mind."

"I suppose you've got a point, you've really got to watch those homicidal maniac tendencies," he conceded. "I'm still not entirely convinced of your motives, love."

"Well, I thought if I brought Henrik back then you could do something for me."

"Ah, now we are getting somewhere," he murmured, somewhat disappointed that her motives weren't exactly pure as he'd hoped. "My interest is well and truly piqued, what is it you want?"

"Damon and Bonnie are stuck on the other side; I was hoping someone of the witch variety would be able to shed some light on how to bring them back."

"Well, Damon's no great loss but I have to admit I did like the little witch, she was always so feisty. Although, I hate to break it to you, love, but the witches here are never going to assist you."

"Well, that's where you come in; I've heard you have some sway around these parts."

"You could say that," he smirked, knowing that he had more than a little sway in New Orleans. He was the King of this town, after all.

"Great, so let's go. I don't have a lot of time before I have to get back to Mystic Falls."

"I hate to break it to you, love, but there's no one you can speak to, well tonight anyway," he explained, watching her face fall.

"If this is another one of your excuses…"

"You need to speak with Davina and Sophie but they are both currently occupied with some pressing witch matters, you could say."

"Let me guess the coven is holding their annual general meeting tonight? Oh no, I know what it is; the witch's convention is in town. Am I close?" She scoffed.

"There's that adorable, quick wit I've missed," he chuckled. "We can visit them tomorrow, but in the meantime you are more than welcome to stay here tonight."

"Here? With you? No, I really can't do that," she squeaked. Klaus was sensing some fear on her part. Usually he instilled a certain type of fear in his enemies but he knew her fear was something entirely different.

"Afraid of sleeping so close to me, love?"

"I am not afraid of you, don't flatter yourself, Mikaelson. I just figured with Henrik and Kol moving in that you're probably at full capacity."

"My house is big enough to accommodate multiple guests and even if it wasn't, I'd let you share my bed."

"Charming," she muttered. "Let's just get this over and done with."

"I do enjoy when you talk dirty to me," he laughed. "This way, love."

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Caroline couldn't sleep. She laid tangled in the sheets staring at the ceiling while willing the time to pass. After returning to the compound for a mini family reunion Mikaelson style, bickering and all, Rebekah had reluctantly loaned her something to wear and she'd retired to her room for the night.

It didn't help that a certain Original hybrid was only sleeping a few doors down. She couldn't help but let her mind wander to all the little things she wondered about Klaus, including his choice of sleepwear, or lack of it. She rolled over in frustration knowing that sort of thinking wasn't conducive to sleep. Maybe she needed some water, Caroline also figured it wouldn't hurt to have a look around the compound.

She peeled back the sheets and padded quietly down the hallway. It was deathly quiet this time of night, most probably because Kol had decided to hit the town and celebrate his newfound status. She creeped down the stairs and turned left at the bottom, trying to remember if the kitchen was actually in that direction. She passed a doorway, noticing a very familiar painting hanging on the wall. It was the one Klaus had shown her at the ball, the one he had painted himself.

She noticed a sketch pad sitting on the table taunting Caroline to open it. She figured it wouldn't hurt to take a peek, after all no one needed to know. Caroline opened to the first page recognising her face staring back at her. She was briefly floored by his tribute but it wasn't the first time she'd seen one of his sketches of her. It was as she made her way through the book that her legs began to buckle beneath her and she needed to sit down and steady herself. Every sketch was her, every single page. Not only that, he'd documented their entire history together starting with the night of her birthday and finishing in the woods.

"Caroline?" Henrik's little voice enquired, scaring her momentarily. If Klaus had caught her Caroline wasn't sure how she would explain herself.

"What are you doing up? You should be sleeping after such a long day, Henrik."

"I can't really sleep, my mind is finding it difficult to get around just how different this time is to everything I know," he murmured, sitting down next to her.

"Well, that's why exploring a new world is all part of fun," she explained. "I know that your siblings will love showing you all the wonderful things to do and see in New Orleans."

"Will you come too?" He asked, his adorable face lighting up happily.

"I can't Henrik, I have to go home to Mystic Falls, to my friends and family."

"I wish you were my family, Caroline."

"Well, I'd be more than happy to be your family," she grinned, pulling him in closer so she could envelop him in her arms. She really did love this kid.

"Henrik, what are you doing up?" A familair voice asked, interrupting their moment. "You should be sleeping, especially with all the things I have planned for us to do tomorrow."

"What are we doing?"

"Well, you'll have to wait and see but we can only go if you get to bed right now."

"Okay," he agreed, excitedly. "Goodnight, Caroline." Before she could reply he'd launched himself at her again and was squeezing her tightly. Klaus was watching them wordlessly, his crimson lips curving into a knowing smile. Henrik let her go and raced towards the door, stopping only briefly so that Klaus could affectionately mess up his long locks.

"Do my eyes deceive me or does the Original Hybrid actually have a heart?"

"I'm surprised you of all people need to ask that, Caroline," he murmured, his eyes flickering over to the opened sketch pad in front of her.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep and..."

"You thought you'd have a look around," he surmised, raising his eyebrows. "Find anything you like, love?"

"Your sketches, they're beautiful," she admitted, casting her gaze downward, the intimacy of the moment suffocating her. It also didn't help that he looked absoutely gorgeous in a black, Beatles t-shirt, fitted grey boxer shorts, his messy, blonde curls rumpled from sleep. At least she'd solved the sleepwear mystery.

"Henrik likes you. It's almost as if he knows you."

"Well, I like him too," she smiled, choosing not to address his comment at that time. Caroline couldn't help but think just how much she'd miss Henrik after she left town.

"Why are you really here, Caroline?"

"I told you, Bonnie and..."

"Funnily enough I don't believe you, well that and the fact that Katerina told me this whole witch thing was her suggestion. She really will do anything to stay alive."

"Thanks, Katherine," Caroline muttered under her breath. There was no way in hell she was asking Klaus to spare her life now. "Fine. Look, I know how important family is to you," she admitted, faltering slightly. "If my father had returned from the other side I guess I would like to think that you'd bring him back to me."

"You know I would in an instant," he shot back, the strong emotion in his response not lost on Caroline.

"Plus it was pretty hard to say no to such a sweet, little boy," she added. "He's definitely inherited those Mikaelson powers of persuasion."

"Well, if my powers of persuasion were that strong you'd stay here in New Orleans with me."

"Klaus..."

"I know we've been through this before," he conceded, running his hands through his curls. "I respect the fact that you're not ready, I do. When you eventually walk through my door in five, ten, one hundred or even a thousand years time I'll know it's because you want to be with me and the thought of that day is more than enough for me, love."

"However long it takes," she murmured, remembering his words from graduation night so clearly.

"However long it takes," he repeated, flashing those disarming dimples in her direction. "Now do I need to bribe you with something so you'll go to sleep?" Caroline could definitely think of something but she thought better of it, even if every fiber of her being was willing her to recreate their tryst in the woods.

"Water will be fine," she replied, trying not to check out his taut ass fitted snugly in his boxers, as they made their way to the kitchen. "I never took you for the boxers type."

"Oh I don't sleep in these," he offered. "But I thought it was best to cover up around the house, you never know who you're going to run into around here." She stopped in her tracks trying to process the information he'd just provided.

He slept completely and utterly naked. Caroline knew there was no hope of getting any sleep tonight with a naked Klaus only metres away.

"Everything alright, love?"

"Fine," she coughed nervously, hoping there was a lock on his door because otherwise she was in deep trouble.