Heroine Girl

"I'm your roommate and you keep coming home at the ass-crack of dawn exhausted and covered in bruises, are you okay?"

Klaus considered himself a fairly deep sleeper for the most part but he'd started waking around the same time in the early hours of the morning. He could hear his relatively new roommate creeping down the hallway past his bedroom and suddenly his interest was piqued.

There was no denying Caroline Forbes was stunning but she was also entirely too high strung and argumentative for her own good. When he'd moved in Klaus figured she'd be spending her time locked away in her room while he'd be out most nights. How wrong he was.

Klaus let his mind wander, wondering just what she'd been up to and with whom. One night his curiosity got the better of Klaus, walking out half asleep and barely clothed. What he wasn't expecting was running straight into her as she attempted to sneak past his bedroom door.

"Ow," she cried as he made contact with her leg.

"Are you okay, love?" He asked, stopping her fall and encircling her tiny waist, his voice thick with concern. Their unexpected close contact made him forget she was dressed in head to toe leather like Cat Woman.

"Yeah," she winced, unconvincingly.

"Because you sound it," Klaus murmured, noticing a few dark bruises on her creamy skin. "What happened?"

"I ran into the door," she mumbled, attempting to hide a limp as she extracted herself from his grip and made her way towards the lounge room.

"What? Like ten times?" Klaus was beginning to worry. He barely knew the girl but for some reason he felt incredibly concerned for her well being.

"Call me clumsy," she groaned, lying on the couch exhaustedly. Klaus knew something was wrong and he made his way towards the freezer, pulling out an ice pack.

"No one is that accident prone," Klaus suggested, sitting beside her on the couch and passing Caroline the ice for her bruises. He would have administered it himself but Klaus figured they didn't know each other well enough to tend to her that intimately.

"Thanks," she inhaled sharply as the ice penetrated her skin. "I'll be fine tomorrow."

"Who is the son of a bitch?" Klaus seethed, unable to hide his growing anger.

"Oh, it's no one," she said, obviously attempting to reassure him. Klaus wasn't buying her excuses.

"You need to report this to the police," Klaus implored. "You can't let this bastard get away with treating you so cruelly."

"Bastard?" She asked curiously. "Oh no, you have the wrong idea, Klaus."

"So, you just stumble in at the crack of dawn covered in bruises for no reason? I think we really need to report this."

"No," she shot back. "Look, it was a son of a bitch but not what you'd expect," she murmured mysteriously. "I kind of, uh, fight criminals in my spare time."

"Am I dreaming? Have I stumbled into some strange movie plot?"

"I was kind of expecting that response," she joked. "You've heard of the Blonde Distraction I assume?"

"She's you?" Klaus baulked. "I always assumed she was only a legend."

"A legend yes but completely authentic," she boasted. "I unfortunately decided to take on someone a little too persistent tonight."

"I feel like I've stepped into the twilight zone," Klaus murmured in shock.

"You can't tell anyone," she warned. "Please, Klaus?"

"How about I tend to these bruises and we discuss how I can help you keep those bastards at bay?"

"It's going to require some leather and a kick-ass superhero name," she said. "I'm not too sure how you're going to compete with me."

"I'll take that as a challenge," Klaus teased.

"In the meantime, I'd really appreciate a good massage, partner."

"Funnily enough, that isn't such an arduous task," Klaus smiled, placing the icepack on her leg and trying to ignore just how good her skin felt against his.

Klaus could tell it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.