Chapter Two: I knew you were trouble

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"Tyler's wife"

The words echoed throughout her mind while she stood frozen to the ground.

Tyler was married.

The reality staring Caroline straight in the face.

Married as in 'for better for worse for richer for poor'.. Did that make her a home wrecker? Was that why April radiated disgust when she looked at Caroline?

Was it normal that at this point she felt...nothing at all?

Not hurt, not sad, rejected or even heartbroken. The only thing that seemed to have took root in Caroline's mind was that she needed to get out of there as fast as she could.

Surely a normal human being would at least felt something.. So, what the hell was wrong with her?

She kept going, suitcases tugging along behind despite the faint echoes of Tyler calling her name. The mortified expression he had on his face the moment she realized his was married seemed to be burned into her mind.

He begged and pleaded with her to give him a chance to explain but she shook her head not even bothering to face him and lunged forward

She couldn't look at him.

Even if she wanted so badly to believe that April was lying, that maybe she was some jealous ex trying to make trouble and that Tyler was hers' and forever would be... that look, that look on his face told Caroline everything that she needed to know.

Now, as Caroline heard Tyler's yells, she wished he had stayed behind at the car, maybe even tagged along home with his friends to his wife. A numb feeling that had spread through her veins at April's words was now fading, and a white-hot anger was steadily taking its place.

"Caroline! Babe please, just wait a second!" Tyler called.

"Why, so you can come up with a fresh new lie?" Caroline retorted over her shoulder.

She heard Tyler sigh. "Alright, I deserved that. But please, can we just talk about this? Give me a chance to explain!"

The anger Caroline felt rising in her chest exploded. Whirling violently to face Tyler she hissed, "Talk? We cannot just talk about this! I trusted you, Tyler. I was taking you to meet my family!"

Tyler's eyes reflected remorse at her words. "Caroline please. Hayley and I are pretty much separated. It didn't matter."

Caroline's mouth dropped at his words. "Pretty much separated? Didn't matter?! Tyler, she's your wife. It matters!" She emphasized. Dejected, she continued, "Why couldn't you have just told me the truth?"

Tyler shrugged running a hand through his disheveled hair. "You never would've slept me with me if I'd told you.."

Since a young girl, Caroline was always taught to behave in a certain manner, conduct herself accordingly and as lady-like as could be..despite her better judgment though, she couldn't help but feel the boiling rage rise within her.

Furious, she turned and fisting his shirt in her left hand, she raised her right fist and swung it straight into Tyler's face.

Tyler's cry of shock and pain giving her a sliver of satisfaction. Gritting her teeth, she spat out, "Go fuck yourself Tyler." before spinning on her heel and rushing into the terminal, glancing back only once to see Tyler covering his eye and blood drip from his nose.

How proud wouldn't Stefan have been to see her now.. She knew that upper right-hand swing would come in handy some day.. Caroline thought as she walked into the ticketing counter to check her bags.

"Three hours?!"

"Well the heck am I suppose to do for three whole hours.." Caroline groaned

This was officially the worst day of her life. Caroline really couldn't find the right words that were colorful enough to describe having find out that your boyfriend of a year, who you happened to be bringing home to your Mother's wedding was in fact married... And now it seemed the Gods' decided that it simply was not enough... No. The ultimate cherry on top of a gigantic break up cake had to be a three hour delayed flight to Chicago.

Three whole hours to lull over her break up with Tyler...

Three hours dreading in the fact that she would have to come up with an excuse as to why her 'mystery man' was a no show.

Three more hours, meant more time to overthink herself into an oblivion because let's face it this was Caroline Salvatore OCD extraordinaire.

Caroline was sure there is no way this day could possibly get any worse.

She walked through the terminal to her gate, wishing she was already in Chicago. There was nothing she wanted more right now than the comfort of her family. And since no one was really around to offer to beat Tyler up or even a hug, she opted to call her mom. Caroline could feel hot tears welling up in her eyes threatening to spill. She wasn't sad over Tyler, more disappointed than anything. The real reason behind her tears was that she felt truly and completely pathetic, an absolute joke.

Being with a guy for an entire year and not having an inkling of a clue that he was married, really Caroline...

Even though she hadn't told her family that much about Tyler, but they had to have known it was serious since she was bringing him home to meet them. The things she had told them had been enough to show how much she cared about Tyler.

Caroline had genuinely thought that Tyler was the One, and had told her mother as much. No, a phone call to her mom would not cut it. Her break up with Tyler was a conversation she wanted to have with Liz face-to-face.

Even if she wasn't in the mood for a phone conversation she had to let one of them know her flight was delayed

Caroline:

(SATURDAY 00:30 AM)

Flight's been delayed for three hours. Should be landing by 3AM

A quick text to her sister-in-law should suffice. Lexi was the only one who wouldn't call her and talk her ear off as to why her flight was delayed.

Lexi:

(SATURDAY 00:31)

Three hours? Geez. I'm sure you and your mystery man could find something to do to occupy the time ;) :P

Caroline read the text and grimaced. It was as if the saddened feelings about Tyler fell away and in it's place, a fresh brand of melancholic agony. Oh no, here came the waterworks again.

The next thing Caroline knew, she was leaning against a wall in a virtually empty hallway, sobbing onto her phone. She didn't know what was more pathetic; the fact that she was leaning against a wall for support or that she had become one of those girls—the ones who loose themselves after a breakup.

Before she knew it, Caroline was shoving the phone into her handbag and heading off in search of a restroom. God she probably looked like an absolute mess. Her make-up likely ruined and her eyes all red and puffy. She had just found one and was about to enter, when she stopped and saw a couple standing together just outside of the bathrooms. As she watched, she saw the guy wrap his arms around the girl's waist and lean in to kiss her temple, causing the girl to smile and lean into the kiss.

All the sorrow she attempted to bottle up and put away had just begin to bubble to the surface yet again and she rushed into the restroom, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe how emotional she had become. She'd experienced breakups before and she was no stranger to exes. But she had never been so torn up over a boyfriend before.

Was it because he was married and practically claimed that he only wanted to get into her pants?

She supposed that she was overly emotional because her mother was getting married in two days, leaving her the last unmarried female in her family. Just the thought of her mom's wedding brought a new rush of tears that quickly escalate into hiccuping sobs.

Being the last unmarried female in a Catholic family... Their relatives from Ohio were going to a field-day for sure.

"You alright in there?" a motherly voice asked, knocking lightly on the stall door.

Caroline looked up and tried to control her breathing. "Yes. I'm fine." She said before reaching for some tissue to blow her nose. Exiting the stall, she walked to the sinks where a middle aged woman was freshening up her makeup. Meeting her concerned gaze, Caroline halfheartedly said, "I'm okay. I just get a little emotional around my period."

The woman—whom Caroline assumed to be a flight attendant due to her outfit—cracked an amused smile. "Tell me about it. Try starting your cycle while working first class on a 14 hour flight to Tokyo."

Caroline nodded back, grateful the woman didn't press the issue further.

Turning to the sinks, she grimaced at her appearance. The remnants of her so called 'waterproof' mascara was now drenched in a dark black'ish trail down her pale cheeks. She quickly set about washing her face, not caring for etiquette anymore. Once she had finished, she stared at herself for a moment before she let out a sigh. She looked pathetic. Red face, swollen eyes.

Caroline's stare-off with herself was interrupted by the appearance of a makeup remover wipe entering her line of vision. The woman was looking sympathetically at her in the mirror. "Here. No sense running around an airport with coon eyes, now is there?" the woman asked kindly, referring to the dreaded dark circles under her eyes that the eyeliner had caused.

Caroline accepted the wipe gratefully and started wiping the makeup off her face. "Thank you."

She wiped the remnants of her makeup off before rummaging through her purse for her concealer. After searching in vain for several minutes, Caroline let out a frustrated groan as she slammed her purse on the counter.

The worst day of her life; really.. it was.

"Honey, why don't you take one of these." the flight attendant said, placing a small capsule on the counter next to Caroline's purse.

Caroline eyed the pill warily before asking, "What is it?"

"A flight attendant's best friend," the woman responded. Seeing Caroline's skeptical look, she continued, "In my line of work you have to smile no matter what your hormones are doing." With a friendly smile, the flight attendant left the restroom.

Caroline stared at the pill.

It could be anything and she did not want to end up strung out in a terminal and miss her mom's wedding. Liz would have an absolute fit if she found out her daughter took an unnamed drug from a stranger. In the end, Caroline threw caution into the wind and downed the pill with some tap water from the sink.

"What's the worse that could happen."

"Klaus, your hands are magic!" The brunette woman—Pamela—murmured.

Klaus smirked as he rubbed circles into her back. A few suggestive glances, some small talk, and flirting had led to Klaus giving Pamela a massage in a private sector of the bar.

"You keep that up and I'm going to have to follow you to Chicago" she said looking over her shoulder seductively.

Klaus's smirk grew, taking her boldness in stride. "Yeah? Well I'm thinking I can't wait that long."

And..I'm not exactly sure whether taking you home to a family wedding would make you catch the feely feels like Genevieve did. Nope. Not worth the risk.

Pamela slipped off the bar stool and turned towards Klaus, throwing her hands on his shoulders and lightly drumming her thumbs on his collarbone. "Well," she drawled, "there's a hotel five minutes from here."

Klaus raised an eyebrow in consent and reached for his bag.

"Klaus!"

Klaus looked around, surprised to hear his name.

His surprise tuned into confusion when he spotted his best friend's kid sister Caroline Salvatore standing at the entryway of the bar, waving enthusiastically.

Little Caroline Salvatore with blonde pigtails he loved to yank and pull as he constantly teased her to a never end. Well not so little anymore now, he thought, taking in her appearance.

While he and Caroline were amiable with each other, they never sought out the other's company, unless circumstances were dire enough to warrant the other's help. If Caroline calling him—in a public place no less—wasn't enough to merit suspicion, her exuberant waving was. Caroline had never liked garnering attention in public.

"Caroline" Klaus greeted her, slightly perturbed his exit with the lovely Pamela was delayed.

His annoyance waned quickly though, when he noticed that Caroline was acting much more uncharacteristic than he had originally thought. His eyes narrowed as he watched Caroline amble over with an enormous grin on her face. Caroline had never grinned at him like this before. The most he had been able to elicit from her were quirked lips. Caroline's smiles were rare; when she was amused her lips would twitch and threaten to break into a smile, but they rarely did. Her smiles were reserved for her close friends and they most certainly never occurred simply because of his presence. His confusion over Caroline's behavior amplified when she finally reached him and looked him up and down before throwing her arms around his neck.

The familiar scent of vanilla and lavender filled his nostrils. He often remembered this particular scent and it somehow always took him back to childhood memories of games and laughs in the backyard of the Mikaelson Manor

Kluas looked down at her in disbelief when he heard her giggle. Caroline giggled? He glanced over at Pamela, only to see her looking at Caroline with no small amount of annoyance.

"Um, Caroline?" Klaus asked. Waving, giggling, and now hugging? Caroline's behavior was starting to worry him.

Caroline finally released Klaus and turned excitedly to Pamela, smiling animatedly before turning her affections to Pamela, wrapping her in a hug similar to the one she had given Klaus.

Pamela gaped at Caroline's actions and glared at Klaus over Caroline's shoulder, all the while trying to entangle herself from Caroline's grasp. Klaus might have laughed at the situation, had he not been so concerned over Caroline's peculiar behavior.

"Caroline, this is Pamela, Pamela this is Caroline." Klaus gestured feebly between the two ladies. "Caroline is my best friend's kid sister. She's going to the same wedding in Chicago"

Pamela frowned. Kid is right. If the girl wasn't mental, she was drunk or high as hell.

Disgusting. She caught Klaus's eyes again and raised a brow. Her glare prompted him to action, and he gently loosened Caroline's arms from Pamela. "Okay, Care, can I see you for a minute?"

Caroline's lips twisted into a pout as Klaus led her to an empty table. "Can you just sit there for a second?" Caroline continued to pout, but sat obediently on one of the stools. Relieved, Klaus turned and walked back toward Pamela, who was waiting with an impatient frown.

Klaus leaned against the bar, scratching his head sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I have no idea what's gotten in to her." Klaus chuckled. "I think someone slipped her ecstasy."

Pamela smirked and drew closer to Klaus, looking up at him through hooded lashes. "I could do with some ecstasy. The good, old-fashioned kind." She purred

Klaus inwardly sighed. As tempted as he was to continue his romp with Pamela, he knew he couldn't leave Caroline alone in a bar, as high as she was on god-knows what. Instead of answering, he looked over Pamela's shoulder at Caroline, who was shamelessly flirting with a guy Klaus could only describe as a gangster. Bald, huge arms, tattoos galore.

Pamela followed his troubled gaze and turned back to Klaus with a scoff. "Oh come on Klaus. She'll be fine."

Again, Klaus didn't answer and looked pointedly at Pamela. Pamela huffed and grabbed her purse, taking the hint. She spun away on her heel, looking more than a little insulted.

Turned down for someone's kid sister... Pssh

Klaus watched her go, somewhat disappointed.

A girl like Pamela had the full package—chest, ass, and legs. He was only human, who wouldn't be disappointed to watch that walk away? She would have made an exceptional addition to the roster.

But Caroline was Stefan's only sister, who would kill him if anything happened to Caroline. He knew this because had it been Klaus' little sister Rebekah, he would expect the same courtesy from Stefan.

And although he would never admit it, even under the circumstance of impending death, Klaus cared for Caroline the same way he cared for his sister Rebekah. If anything he felt responsible for her, with her family two thousand miles away. When Caroline had first moved to LA, both Liz and Stefan had made him promise to look out for her in their absence.

Responsibility was not an act he took lightly. As much as he wanted to cave to his carnal urges, he knew that right now, Caroline was more important than getting laid by a stranger he had met at the airport. With a sigh, Klaus turned and started when he saw Caroline touching the bald man's head, who was eyeing her chest appreciatively.

A surge of protectiveness rose in his chest and he strode over to where Caroline was giggling, completely oblivious to the man looking down her shirt. Klaus glared pointedly at the man and grabbed Caroline's arm, leading her away to a new table on the other side of the bar.

Caroline turned in his grasp and waved at the man, who was now ogling her ass. Klaus' grip tightened and quickened his pace, roughly depositing Caroline at the table. Caroline yelped when she hit the seat and glared sullenly at Klaus.

He rolled his eyes and strode over to the bar to get a pitcher of water from the bartender. When he returned, Caroline had folded her arms on the table and was looking at the polished wood blankly. He sat down next to Caroline and poured her a glass of water.

"Drink up, sweetheart. Whatever the hell it was you took needs to flush out of your system." Klaus grinned wryly when Caroline's owlish gaze rose from the table to meet his. "Can't have her majesty buzzed on a plane now, can we?"

Caroline's brow furrowed at the nickname, but she obediently reached for her glass and began to drink. Klaus watched as she drained the glass before proceeding to refill it. Caroline lifted the glass to her lips but stared at the water instead of drinking it. Klaus leaned back in his seat, folded his arms across his chest, and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry!"

Klaus' eyes shot open at Caroline's outburst and looked at her in surprise. Caroline had placed the glass back on the table and was looking earnestly at him with tears filling her blue orbs.

"I'm sorry I screwed everything up, I'm sorry you didn't get laid."

Klaus stared. Caroline was upset because he didn't get laid? She had rarely ever shown any interest in his conquests, but when she had, it was always dripped with disdain.

"I'm sorry I wasn't perfect, I'm sorry I cared so much, I'm sorry for loving you, for thinking you felt the same, I'm sorry for wanting something that wasn't mine..."

Klaus's mouth dropped at Caroline's words.

What the actual fuck?

At first he thought that she was unreasonably upset over his missed opportunity. But hearing Caroline ramble on with apologies, he realized she was talking about someone else. For the first time, Klaus finally noticed that Caroline was alone.

Where was her mystery man?

He pondered this new revelation for a minute before it clicked: Caroline was speaking of her mystery man. Whatever had happened between them between now and this morning when he spoke with Stefan had apparently been enough to merit a breakup. And a nasty one at that, judging by Caroline's rambling and tears. Finally, Klaus snapped out of his trance and interrupted her babbling.

"Caroline! It's okay, I forgive you." Klaus gently shook Caroline's arm to get her attention. "I forgive you. Now, why don't you try to think of something happy, okay? Like, you're going to your mom's wedding." Klaus was aching to know the details of what had caused the always usually composed Caroline to become such an emotional wreck, but he decided that if she wanted him to know, she would tell him in her own time.

Caroline stopped talking, but instead of cheering up—as he had hoped—she began to sulk. "Her fourth wedding."

Klaus rolled his eyes. "So? You like Bill. He's been a part of your life before you were born. And he was your dad's best friend. He taught you self-defense and how to drive stick-shift. He became a father figure to you when your dad died even when your Mom married those other two douche bags. You've never had a problem with him before. Why now?"

Caroline choked back a sob and whispered, "He isn't my real dad."

Klaus sighed and moved over to the chair next to her's. He had never been one to offer her comfort before, but if there was anything he understood, it was divorce. His eldest brother Elijah had divorced his wife Elena. The problem being that Elijah was the only one of the siblings that was married at the time and when he finally called it quits, his parents were sullen with the idea that they were going to grow old and die before any of their children gave them grand kids.

His sister Rebekah was too career-orientated to settle down and have kids, being a model and all he doubted her contact stipulated any maternity leave benefits. Kol and Klaus were both too man-whorish to even comprehend the thought. Which left Elijah, who was too invested in the company that he just gave up on the concept of love entirely.

Caroline continued to gasp out sobs, so Klaus began to rub circles on her back. Tenderness was uncharacteristic of Klaus, so he responded gruffly, "Whatever. Things didn't go exactly as I planned today, but you don't see me crying."

Caroline stiffened under his touch. "Forget it. You wouldn't understand."

"I hate it when girls say that. What does that even mean?"

"It means you don't understand the pressure of being the last unattached female in your entire family." Caroline said bitterly. "A Catholic family!" She added sullenly

"I wouldn't understand the pressure?" Klaus huffed. "My parents are like Jewish parakeets. 'When are you getting married, when are you getting married, when are you getting married.'" He imitated his mother and her constant pleas to get Klaus down the aisle with the first woman she could get her hands on.

Caroline groaned and placed her head on the table. "I should have known he was married!"

Ah, Klaus thought. Now we're getting somewhere. "Married, huh? Your mystery man was married?"

Caroline nodded her head and proceeded to relay the events that had led up to meeting him in the bar.

Klaus clenched his jaw as he listened to Caroline's story, an anger brewing for a man he had never met.

Klaus felt like seeking this Tyler out and pounding the living daylights out of him for Caroline like he knew he would for his sister. He also felt something akin to a possessiveness he had never felt before simmer in his gut. He couldn't explain the cause of such a feeling, so he shoved it as far from his mind as he could and focused instead on things he knew and could control.

"I feel like such a loser." Caroline finished her tale and began to repeatedly whack her head against the table.

"No Car-." Klaus sighed when he noticed Clarke's actions and shook her shoulder. "Caroline. You're not a loser. If anyone is a loser it's that lying, scumbag, son of a bitch."

"I know, I know."

"Then why are you still crying?" Klaus questioned, genuinely confused. He'd watched Caroline date multiple men over the years, but he'd never seen her so torn-up over a breakup before. The Caroline he knew would never waste an extra breath over an ex, especially one that was as big of a douche-bag as Tyler. Even the name Tyler sounded like a fuck boy name.

Caroline chuckled harshly and then looked up at Klaus with red-rimmed eyes. "But what if that lying, scumbag, son of a bitch was the best that I could do?"

Klaus almost laughed out loud at that. A lying, scumbag, son of a bitch, the best that Caroline Salvatore could do?

She was valedictorian in high school, head cheerleader, head girl of almost all social societies and clubs at school, graduated college at the top of her class, was making a name for herself in the events industry, her mother was a world-renowned surgeon, her step-father owned one of the largest security agencies in the States.

There was no best that Caroline Salvatore could do; she was the best. If their parents weren't such good friends, Klaus knew he would have never run in her social circle. For a time, he had even resented her and Stefan for it. But there could only be so much animosity between two families who were best friends. Eventually he got over it, and made a best friend in the process.

"Look at the bright side Caroline. You're single now. Guys love that." Klaus smirked

Caroline groaned and rolled her eyes at his words. Klaus ignored Caroline's reaction. "And you're pretty, right? You're funny, you smell good." He added

Caroline smiled weakly at that. Klaus grinned and plowed on. "You're smart. I mean for a girl." Caroline shoved him on his shoulder and he laughed. Caroline seemed to be returning to normalcy.

"You're compassionate, and stubborn, and you put up with Kol and me." Klaus grinned at his lame joke and glanced to Caroline to see if she had done the same. Instead, he saw her head lying on the table and her eyes closed. He nudged her elbow several times before leaning back in his chair with a huff. "And you're completely passed out. Great."

Klaus started at the shrill ring of his phone. He reached for his phone and furrowed his brow when he saw the caller on the screen. Mom.

He stared at the screen for a brief moment in confusion before chuckling and shaking his head. He had forgotten to tell his mom that his flight would be delayed. He almost kicked himself for his absentmindedness. Esther Mikaelson was protective of her children, to say the least. Growing up, Klaus and the rest of his siblings had often complained of her being a helicopter parent. Not that Klaus could blame her; she did raise four children single-handedly for several years. And while her protective manner had lessened over the years, Esther still demanded updates and regular phone calls. Sighing in defeat, Klaus accepted the call.

"Hello Mother."

"Oh thank God! He's alive!"

Well, this was new. "Mother, why would you think I was dead?" Klaus asked incredulously.

"Because you were supposed to be here by now," Esther stated the obvious in the way only a mother could.

Klaus sighed. "My flight got delayed."

"And what, you didn't think to call?"

"Yeah well," Klaus glanced over at Caroline still slumped over the table. "I've been busy."

He heard his mother scoff. The drone of several buttons being pushed came over the line. "That's how long it would have taken."

"Mother, what's wrong?" Klaus frowned. Esther was sounding more than just worried over a puney delayed flight.

"Nothing. I-I'm just upset because we thought you were coming tonight."

"You're also a terrible liar." Klaus deadpanned.

"I'm not lying. Everything's fine."

Fine. Fine?! Fine is the universal word for problem. No one ever said they were 'fine' and truly was. "Everything's fine? Mum, now you're starting to freak me out. Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to ask Father?"

Whatever Klaus expected his mom to say, he wasn't expecting her to say nothing. The silence on the line was deafening. "Mom?"

"Are you talking to Niklaus?" His dad's voice came from the background. "Yes. I'm talking to him now. Pick up the other phone." Klaus couldn't make out Mikael's next words, but he heard his mom's distraught reply vividly. "You said not to tell him on the phone!"

Klaus froze. "Tell me what?" He tried to swallow the panic he felt raising in his chest, but it had been years since he had last heard his mom so anxious. "Mother, Father. Tell me what?"

Esther choked back a sob. "I'm hanging up." The click of the phone punctuated her words.

"Father" Klaus whispered.

"Yeah, I'm still here. But according to the doctors', not for much longer."

Klaus' breath caught in his chest.

"What?" He choked out.

"It's the big C Nik, and no magic pill or shot can change that."

"Dad—" Klaus tried to speak, but Mikael cut him off.

"It's terminal, okay? Stage 4. There's not much the doctors can do."

Klaus ran a hand over his face.

His dad had cancer.

Terminal cancer.

His dad was dying of cancer.

Mikael was the only man Klaus really looked up too. This was the man who taught Klaus how to play hockey, who encouraged Elijah to expand the business overseas, had supported Rebekah's dreams to become a super model and even accepted the fact that Kol was just not into running the family business with Elijah and Klaus.. He came to every hockey game, every martial arts match. The man who taught Klaus to tie a tie, encouraged him and his love of art, tutored him through calculus. The only man Klaus could truly look up to and he was dying of cancer.

Klaus cleared his through harshly. "Father.. Stop talking like that."

"Talking like what? This is how I always talk."

Klaus bowed his head at his father's words. It was true. His father was blunt to a fault, truthful, and dowsed with raw humor.

"To tell you the truth, I only have one real regret." Mikael didn't wait to hear Klaus' reply. "It would have been nice to meet the woman who would one day become your wife."

Klaus swallowed thickly. "Oh, dad."

He stared down at the table, ashamed. Of course his dad would want to be around for his wedding. Rebekah's too if her boyfriend ever popped the question. But at least Rebekah had the prospect, and a good one at that. Elijah and Kol.. well he wasn't exactly sure where they were at in their respective love lives.

But Klaus, Klaus had no one.

It had been years since he was serious about anyone. He was content with his flings, the roster he kept going kept him going. He hadn't wanted to become permanently attached to someone for the rest of his life yet.

For all his relationship flaws, marriage was the one thing he took seriously. He wasn't going to be like his older brother and leave his wife just because he loved his job too much. No, to Klaus, marriage was forever. And he just wasn't ready for that yet, wasn't sure if he ever would be. As determined as he was to not be like Elijah, he was terrified that that's who he would be. After all, they shared the same blood.

But now, his greatest fear was standing between him and giving Mikael his dying wish. Klaus lifted his head and tried to think of a response.

A flash of gold out of the corner of his eye made him pause, and he turned toward the source.

Caroline. Still passed out on the table, but she had shifted so she was now facing him. Her blonde waves splayed on the table, with several pieces sticking to the corner of her mouth. Klaus reached over to move the strands off her cheek, but he paused in the middle of his action. Looking from his phone to the sleeping girl next to him, an idea began to form in his mind.

"Father?"

Mikael hummed in response.

Klaus inhaled. "What if I told you I already have?"

AN: So yeah we have a good Mikael in this story for once.

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