So, this was something stassisays (StassiBuzz on twitter) suggested would make a great Klaroline drabble and I couldn't agree more. I was going to wait until AU week but patience isn't my best virtue so here it is! Hope this is what you envisaged.
This drabble is based upon the meeting between gold medalist and American gymnast Simone Biles and her celebrity crush Zac Efron at the Rio Olympics recently. Obviously this is a Klaroline take on events, so it will be different and feisty hehe. Flashbacks in italics.
Hall of Fame
Games of the XXX1 Olympiad
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil – Day 11
"Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light…"
Caroline knew she'd never forget this moment as long as she lived. Standing on the podium, hand on heart, with a gold medal around her neck as she sang along to the Star Spangled Banner music.
It wasn't her first medal, it was actually her fifth. After winning both the team and individual all-round competition she went on to do what no other American female gymnast had done in a single Olympics by winning two more gold medals for both the vault and floor competition. A bronze on the beam rounded out her impressive medal haul.
The international response had been overwhelming, to say the least. None more special than all the young girls who were saying they wanted to be just like her and represent their country when they grew up. Caroline had never considered herself to be a role model but she had to admit that it felt pretty good.
"O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave." She finished as the final strains of their anthem sounded out, the crowd erupting in rapturous applause, yet again. Caroline didn't think she'd ever get sick of that sound.
After waving to the audience with flowers in hand, she stepped down from the podium ready to pose for the obligatory pictures. She smiled knowingly thinking this would be another one for her extremely proud mother to put on the fridge at home.
"My face hurts from smiling," Katherine mumbled under her breath, as the camera flashes temporarily blinded Caroline. Trust her best friend, teammate and fellow silver medallist in the floor competition to complain.
Although they were technically each other's competition you wouldn't know it, each one considering any medals that they won belonged to the whole Final Five team. Katherine had done well herself in Rio, earning gold in the team event and two silvers behind her best friend.
"I think a sore face is a small price to pay for all this glory, Kat," she murmured as they made their way from the auditorium, waving as they went to all the cheering spectators.
"Says America's newest golden girl," she teased, throwing her arm around Caroline and giving her shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "I'm just happy it's all over with and we can finally let loose, I'm dying for a cheeseburger, copious amounts of beer and a hot South American man in my bed."
"I don't think Jenna could stop us from binging even if she tried." Jenna Sommers was their coach that kept them on the straight and narrow but given their success in Rio, Caroline was fairly certain she'd be right alongside them celebrating tonight.
"Final Five does it again!" Bonnie Bennett grinned, racing over and enveloping them both in a bear hug. On top of the gold team effort, she'd beaten Caroline in the beam to take the silver and she couldn't have been happier for her friend.
"Bonnie, you're squashing me, I can't breath."
"But yet you can still complain, Kat," she drawled pulling back. "Aren't I allowed to squeeze my teammates on a job well done?"
"Of course you can, Bon," Caroline smiled. "Where are Lexi and Anna?" She asked referring to the remaining members of their Final Five team.
"With Jenna, she actually asked me to come and get you. Apparently she needs to talk to you."
"Someone's in trouble," Katherine teased.
"Yeah after winning four gold medals, I'm sure that's it, Kat," Bonnie shot back, rolling her eyes for extra effect. "She said something about Klaus Mikaelson."
"Are we back to this again?" She groaned in frustration. "Seriously guys this joke isn't funny anymore."
"For the last time, Care, I am not playing any jokes on you. No one is. Did you ever think that maybe he just wants to congratulate you?"
"Klaus Mikaelson is a famous actor, he's a busy guy and I'm sure he has better things to do than call little, old me. Although I have to give whomever's playing this stupid prank props for their impersonation skills, the voice likeness is eerie."
Day 7:
When she woke up that morning, Caroline had to remind herself that she wasn't dreaming and she'd actually won two gold medals. First in the team event and yesterday she was made the individual all-round champion. It was surreal if she was being honest, she thought one medal felt pretty good but to win on her own was more satisfying than she had ever imagined.
Her cell began to ring and Caroline wondered who in the hell would be calling her this early. Although she was apparently an elite athlete, Caroline hated early mornings with a passion. She checked the screen, noting that it was from a blocked number. She didn't usually answer those but given her barely awake state she connected the call, placing it against her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hello, love," an English voice wafted through the phone. Caroline froze briefly, thinking just how familiar he sounded, even if it was only two words.
"Who is this?"
"It's Klaus, Klaus Mikaelson," he began, Caroline clutched the bed to steady herself. Why was Klaus Mikaelson calling her? "I wanted to call and congratulate you on your gold medals."
She didn't really hear anything he said, she was too busy trying to come to terms with the fact that her favourite actor seemed to be on the other end of the line. Unless it wasn't actually him. Her friends always gave her grief about her love for the actor and had a tendency to play jokes on her. Caroline wouldn't have been surprised if they'd paid some guy to impersonate Klaus Mikaelson just to mess with her.
"Are you still there?" He asked, Caroline didn't realise she'd been so obviously silent for that long.
"Look, I'm sure you mean well, Klaus or whatever your name is," she replied. "But this joke isn't funny and quite frankly I'd much prefer to be sleeping right now than entertaining this conversation." She hung up before he could object. Nice try she thought but Caroline had no intention of falling for that.
Day 11:
"So, if this is all some conspiracy, how do you explain his tweet earlier this year?" Bonnie asked, pointedly.
In the lead-up to the Olympics, Caroline had appeared on Ellen where her love for the English actor had been made very public by the host. He'd famously tweeted her after the interview aired wishing her good luck for the Olympics. Although completely excited and stunned at the same time, Caroline had played down her response figuring that it probably wasn't him anyway.
"I'm sure his personal assistant handles all his social media. Like I said he's a busy and has more important things to do with his time than call me multiple times in a week."
Day 9:
When she received a subsequent call two days later from the mystery guy, Caroline knew her friends must have been desperate.
"Caroline?" Jenna asked, knocking on her room door.
"Come in," she called out, putting away some clothes in the wardrobe as she did it.
She was completely exhausted, today had been crazy and she'd won her third gold medal on the vault. The media had been relentless and she was beginning to feel the added pressure with beam and floor still to go. All Caroline knew was that she was looking forward to a much needed break after this was all over.
"I have a call for you," she explained, holding out a cell phone in her outstretched hand. "It's a member of your fan club."
"I already spoke to my mom," she joked. "I'm pretty sure she's the number one member of that club."
"I think you'll want to take this one," she offered. Caroline took the phone from her coach reluctantly.
"Hello?"
"I called this number because I thought you'd hang up on me again otherwise," that familiar voice commented, as she rolled her eyes. Did her friends think she was idiot? If anything it was even more obvious because Klaus Mikaelson would definitely not have the time to call her twice in a couple of days.
"Oh hello, Klaus," she said, by way of a greeting. "You really need to stop calling me like this." Jenna's mouth was now agape, shocked by her rather informal response.
"Well, I made sure it was a little later in the day, you know just for your benefit given you're obviously not a morning person," he murmured.
"How kind of you, Klaus," she shot back, emphasising his pretend name on purpose.
"So, three gold medals now? That's a pretty impressive feat."
"Oh please stop with the fake fawning," she scoffed, just as Jenna started to gesture frantically with her hands.
"I didn't realise I was fawning," he replied, and she could tell he was smirking as he said it. "I thought I was congratulating you."
"This joke is getting really old now, so how about we save some time and end it," she drawled, disconnecting the call.
"I cannot believe you just said all of that to Klaus Mikaelson," Jenna mumbled.
"Do you think I was born yesterday? This is not even funny anymore."
"It's not a joke."
"You know, I thought you were more mature than to get involved in silly jokes, Jenna," she offered, handing her back the cell phone. "I expect this kind of thing from Katherine and Bonnie but not from my coach."
"How many times do I have to tell you it's not a joke, Caroline."
"Until I believe you and that's not going to happen anytime soon."
Day 11
"I'm not sure I can take another prank phone call," she huffed as they made their way downstairs.
"Do you really think Jenna would entertain this if it were a joke, Care?"
"If she's in on it, then yes," she responded. "You guys are so predictable, I think you really need to work on your acting skills." They rounded the corner and let themselves into the American team's change rooms, none of them expecting the sight before them.
"Here she is," Jenna said, ushering Caroline inside. "Our multiple gold medallist." Caroline had to do a double take, confused and shocked by the presence of one Klaus Mikaelson. His dark blonde curls were cut shorter than usual, his deep blue eyes inspecting her curiously.
"You're..." She trailed off, unable to finish that sentence because his dimples were so damn distracting.
"Klaus Mikaelson," he introduced himself, stepping forward and taking her hand and in the process spreading heat throughout her entire body. "It's nice to actually meet you in person." His white henley was fitted snugly across his chest, those necklaces she knew so well peeking out from underneath.
"You're..." she repeated, unable to formulate any words at that very moment.
"The guy you hung up on, twice," he shared, those sinful lips she had studied now so very close and so very crimson.
"I thought it was a joke," she offered, feebly.
"Clearly," he responded.
"But yet you came all the way to Rio?"
"I have to admit I was curious given people don't generally cut me off mid sentence," he smirked. "Plus, I wanted to be able to offer my congratulations in person given you wouldn't let me do it over the phone."
"Thank you, I guess," she managed to reply.
"Now, what are the plans for this evening, ladies, because I didn't come to Rio just to sit in my hotel room," he said sending a wolfish grin in her direction. This guy was going to be the death of her she was pretty sure.
"Beer, burgers and general frivolity," Katherine suggested.
"Now that is something I can definitely get on board with. I'm assuming you'll be joining us Caroline?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, with that gruff phone manner I just had to ask," he chuckled. Bastard. She smiled choosing not to respond because she might share her views on his snide comment. Yes, he was gorgeous and her celebrity crush but Caroline had her principles.
The night had progressed somewhat uneventfully, except for the looks he kept shooting her way at the restaurant and in the night club afterwards. He was really enjoying revelling in her discomfort and Caroline wasn't about to let him win. She had her pride after all, even if he was famous.
As she retired to bed later on in the athlete's village, her phone beeped signalling a new message. As tired as she was she checked it anyway, not recognising the number. It was only when she consulted the text she knew it was him.
"How about a gymnastics lesson back in the US? You know, it's the least you owe me."
"I never took you for the leotard wearing type."
"You'd be surprised what I would do for the right person, love."
"Don't expect an easy ride, I'm a hard taskmaster."
"I wouldn't have it any other way. Just as long as you'll agree to a date with me afterwards?"
"Well, I suppose that depends on your skills on the uneven bars."
Turns out he was more agile than expected on the bars so she couldn't deny him a date even if her pride was telling her something else. They would always joke about how they met and how she continually and stubbornly hung up on him until his annoying persistence won out in the end.