"I was hoping you could do one where kol and Caroline were in love before he died and after that everything with klaus happened after. This is where the real prompt begins what if caroline was going on a walk and she got kidnapped by someone hoping to threaten klaus. So she wakes up hours later in the back of a car vervained and without her ring I dont know maybe with a warewolf bite too. She gets out of the car with something in her hand to keep her out of the sun. And goes to the bar where cami works and tells her to get klaus and faints or something. Cami tries to call klaus but can't get him and calles davina and kaleb/kol to help because a girl with a warewolf bite is about to die and to help slow down the process. Davina and kaleb agree and come to help her and kaleb/kol recognizes her because duh they were in love. You can end the story the way you like after that." –Guest

"Thank God, you're here." Cami greeted them as Kol and Davina entered the bar.

She'd called them earlier, saying something about an injured girl entering the bar she worked in earlier and was looking very ill. She'd called Davina for some kind of assistance her magic could give. Kol didn't know how to break it to Cami that healing spells weren't really Davina's strengths. He decided to hold his tongue instead.

"What's the matter?" Davina asked, concerned for her distraught friend.

"I didn't get her name," Cami directed them to follow her to the backroom. "She told me to get Klaus though before she fainted."

Ah, an injured girl who knew his brother. This was becoming an ominous start.

Kol stopped in his tracks at the sight of said girl, laying on an old couch. Her skin clammy, hair wet from perspiration and with a nasty werewolf bite on her shoulder, Caroline Forbes looked like she was dying. And she was, judging from the spread of the werewolf venom in her bloodstream, she had moments before it overtook her and killed her.

Rage boiled in his blood for whoever did this. He wanted to find them and tear them to pieces. His hands twitched to throw something, his magic ached to destroy. Familiar bloodlust honed for a thousand years was back and he wanted to make someone suffer.

"Kaleb," Davina finally noticed his change in mood. "Are you okay?"

"I know her," He grumbled out, moving past the short brunette to go to the unconscious blonde. He kneeled down beside her and stroked the messy bangs of her forehead. "Get Klaus, now."

"But what-"

"Just do as I say." He nearly snarled. "She's been bitten by a werewolf. She needs Klaus' blood."

Comprehension appeared on the two women's faces before they left him alone with the dying blonde, the brunette witch wondering about the look of affection and concern on his face. When he was sure they were gone, he traced the contours of Caroline's face, having dreamt of touching her again for so long.

"What have you gotten yourself into this time, darling?" He murmured, tracing her jaw line. "You've always been so troublesome. It's probably what drew me to you."

He remembered meeting her that fateful night in Mystic Falls, having arrived in town with his siblings. Klaus was still trying to create his hybrid army and Kol just wanted to be in the world again after spending a century in a box. He saw her walking down the streets on his first day into the New World and wanted her more than anything in his long life. And then he died.

"I almost went mad when I was invisible, you know." He smiled bitterly. "Watching you fall for Klaus' charms after I was gone felt like my insides were being sawed out and I wished more than anything to be back with you."

He traced the outline of her lips that he'd kissed more than he could count, less than he wanted. He'd fallen for her like only a madman could, obsession and passion like a tonic for his wicked soul. She had been everything good in the world and she'd loved him back with equal insanity. And then he died.

"I should've gone to you when the barrier went down," He confessed. "Instead of trying to kill Gilbert, we could've had those hours to ourselves. I could've had you in my arms again."

"W…What?" She murmured, her eyelids fluttering open. Instead, she stared at a stranger's face. "Who are you?"

"In this life, I'm named Kaleb." He cupped her cheek. "You knew me well before."

She stared at him, eyes glassy from the fever. She stared at him for what felt like forever before she exhaled, finally seeing. "Kol?"

He smiled. "Hello, darling."

Tears welled up in her eyes, her throat thick as she asked, "How?"

He shrugged. "You didn't think I would just disappear into oblivion, did you?" He poked her nose. "Silly girl. I would always come back to you."

She smiled softly, reaching up to caress his cheek, tracing his nose, his lips, over his eyelids. She was learning his new face. "I liked your old looks better."

"You don't think I make a good blond?" He quipped, winking at her. "I think I look quite dashing now."

"No. I just missed your face." She chuckled. "Not that this face isn't very nice."

"Well, my old one would be hard to obtain again." He took her hand and kissed her fingertips. "Plus, I can do magic with this body."

She let out an amused smile, her eyelids beginning to droop closed again. "Kol Mikaelson is back and with magic? The world better beware."

"They should," He sighed as her eyes closed again and she started to drift off into a restless sleep. "Hang on there, Caroline. Davina and Cami should be back soon with my brother's blood. You'll be okay."

"Or there will be hell to pay?" She murmured slowly, voice too tired to speak at a normal pace.

"Yes," He promised. "I refused to be parted from you so quickly after I have dreamed too long to be able to shag you again."

Her laugh was low but bright. "You haven't changed, you dirty, old man."

He tugged on her hair lightly. "Shut up, kid."

She was quiet for a moment and it made him antsy. She could stop breathing at any minute, the moment the werewolf venom reached her heart and forced it to stop beating. Where the hell were Davina and Cami? He gave them one job-

"I slept with Klaus."

He blinked and scowled. "I know."

"I was grieving for you…and he was there."

"I know." He stroked her hair again. "I'm getting him back for that."

Her eyes opened again and he could look into them forever if he could. "I missed you."

He leaned down to peck her lightly, softly like a whisper of a kiss. "I know."

With more strength than he anticipated, she grasped his hand and held on tightly. "Don't leave again."

"Never." He kissed the back of her hand. "Never again, sweetheart."