So this is like a phone accompaniment to my 'what if' drabble about Klaus hearing all of Caroline's voicemails before returning to Mystic Falls on the graduation episode called I Want You to Want Me

What if we heard the bajilion messages Klaus left for Caroline after he thought he'd been staked and was possibly dying?

"Streamers?"

Caroline had to fight the urge not to roll her eyes at Dana's ridiculous decorations suggestions for prom. What did she think this was? A child's birthday party? There was no way her senior prom was going to be anything less than elegant.

Her cell buzzed beside her on the table for what seemed like the millionth time. She'd purposely put it on silent but had obviously forgotten to turn off the vibrate function. Her eyes flickered to the lit up screen noticing his name on it, yet again.

Why the Original Hybrid was incessantly calling her was a mystery but one she thought could wait until at least after they'd decided on refreshments. The rest of the committee stared at her curiously, obviously they'd noticed his blatant attempts to reach her too.

"Uh, excuse me," she murmured. "It's my mom, wouldn't want to keep the sheriff waiting." It was a feeble excuse but the best she had right at that moment.

Walking from the room she rounded the corner and consulted her phone angrily noting the eleven missed calls and seven voice mails. How dare he interrupt her meeting?

Caroline didn't care if he was the most powerful creature on earth, his decorum left a lot to be desired. Obviously he thought that digging those graves meant she owed him or something but given his brutal rebuff shortly afterwards she wondered why he suddenly cared?

Caroline wouldn't tell anyone but that had hurt. Yes, maybe she'd deserved it just a teeny-tiny bit after her comment about him being a terrible person but he was the one who threw it back in her face during a decidedly emotional moment.

It was then she knew they had to have this out face-to-face and made her way towards her car holding the phone to her ear as she did.

[Thursday 28 March, 2013 - 4:29pm] "Caroline." It was only one word, but the low, wolf-like growl he emitted was enough to tell her something wasn't right.

She jumped into the driver's seat, put her seatbelt on and activated the hands free (safety first and all that). If this was one of his pathetic attempts to get her in the same room Caroline was pretty certain she'd test that indestructible theory when it came to the Original.

Caroline barely noticed the scenery as it rushed past, too curious about the other six voicemails.

[Thursday 28 March 2013 - 4:37pm) "I need you here, love." Caroline rolled her eyes, of course the stubborn ass wouldn't say please even if he did end it with an endearment.

[Thursday 28 March 2013 - 4:43pm] "I have something stuck," he grunted into the phone.

Caroline eyebrows flew up and she nearly swerved off the road. He had what stuck and most importantly where? Maybe going to pay him a visit wasn't the best idea. She continued onto the next message and along the road to his house, too deep into this bizarre mystery to stop herself.

[Thursday 28 March 2013 - 4:51pm] "I'm dying," he hissed in pain. "The least you could is pick up the bloody phone in my time of need."

Trust Klaus to make this all about him. She wasn't quite sure if he was actually dying or just a huge hypochondriac. She was going with the latter. She almost turned around but the way he'd uttered those words had worried her slightly, not that she'd admit it aloud. She continued on through the voicemails her curiosity well and truly piqued.

[Thursday 28 March 2013 - 4:56pm] "I'm not accustomed to people ignoring my calls. Even if you are the most beautifully frustrating woman I know."

Caroline was pretty sure he meant that as a compliment but his pain had obviously set in. By now she was too invested and a tiny bit worried to turn around.

Caroline pulled up outside his impressive house, noting that she still had two messages left. Given his obviously increasing pain, she was thinking the rest wouldn't be so kind or so coherent.

"I got your fifty bajillion messages, this better be life or death." She announced, after letting herself into the house.

"Go away." She would know that growl from anywhere.

"Klaus, where are you?" She asked as he came into view, partially naked and leaning against the piano stool helplessly. "What happened to you?"

"I need more time," he begged. "Stop hounding me!"

"I'm hounding you? I'm supposed to be running three different prom committees right now and you keep phone stalking me."

"Caroline? Is that really you?" He mumbled his dark, blue eyes boring into hers and pulling himself onto the seat slowly. "Prove it to me."

"Okay, I don't know if this is a new way of flirting, it sucks." Caroline scoffed. Why had she suddenly become responsible for the Original Hybrid? Surely he had some minions around to pander to his needs? "And don't get me started on those voicemail messages."

"As you can see, I was kind of desperate." Desperate to take his shirt off obviously and flash those toned chest muscles in her direction. The tattoos were another distraction and Caroline decided to blame it on the fact that she supposedly really liked birds. That was what she was telling herself anyway.

"Mmmm yes," she answered, fighting the urge to lick her lips he looked that delicious.

"Are you alright, love?" She immediately snapped to attention, not wanting to betray her feelings.

"I was perfectly fine until you ruined my day," she huffed, the fact that two voicemails were still sitting there teasingly and causing her fingers to twitch uncontrollably while she attempted to look away from his naked, and unfortunately enticing, physique.

"Well, now that you're here love, any chance you could help me out?" He held out a pair of pliers hopefully in her direction. "Silas got me with the white oak stake earlier and it seems I have a piece still lodged inside."

"If you're even telling the truth, where in the hell am I supposed to use those?" She hissed, feeling herself lose control all over again. She knew something was stuck but still wasn't quite so sure where.

"I could think of multiple places I'd like you to touch me, sweetheart, but how about I show you where the damage has been done." He pointed precariously past his shoulder and Caroline wasn't quite sure whether to be relieved or not.

"You're being facetious," she baulked, trying to cover her reaction.

"Maybe so but I'm also in pain and incredibly agitated if you couldn't tell." Caroline narrowed her eyes in his direction.

"Oh, trust me I can tell, although agitated seems a little And what makes you think I have any reason to help save you?" His gaze was unwavering. Bastard.

"Besides the possibility of me dying and killing off everyone I've turned, including Lockwood, I'd really like to think you might consider me even slightly worthy of your time." Caroline was struggling to function. Why did this frustrating ass have the ability to mess with her emotions?

"I don't know, last time I checked I had urgent prom business to deal with and there's also the question of those two remaining voicemails I should probably consult before making my decision."

"You don't want to do that," he murmured nervously, which was out of character for Klaus Mikaelson.

"And why is that exactly, grouchy?"

"I might have said something slightly emotional," he uttered. "But blame it on the stress of the situation." At that point Caroline took a seat knowing that if he wanted her help she had every intention of finding out exactly what those messages said and exactly what he meant by them. She'd cleared her prom schedule for him, it was the least he could do.