OK, so 4x06 was AMESOME! OMG the bar scene was so unexpected, but again Caroline betrays him! I can't wait for the date next episode! So for this one shot – forget that Klaus daggered Rebekah, it never happened. Also Caroline maybe a little to OCC but yeah whatever. Read and Review xoxo

The final bell had rung as soon as Caroline had finally made it to her locker. She was going to be late to class. Again. Muttering angrily she shoved her books into her purse and ran at human pace to Modern English. Taking a deep breath she opened the door and as quietly as she could make her way to her seat.

"Thanks for joining us, Miss Forbes," came the stern voice of Mrs. Bradshaw from the blackboard. Caroline flushed slightly from her seat as Rebekah snickered quietly next to her. "As I was saying, the end of your senior year is approaching and instead of writing about what you have learned this year I want you to write me your bucket list. It can be goals you want achieve in a week, a year, or ten years." Or a thousand, Caroline thought smugly. "You have the rest of the class period, and begin."

Huffing, Caroline got out a blank piece of paper from her binder and a pen before staring at the paper in front of her. She knew it was silly, writing this list when she actually could do anything she ever wanted. She thought of just of writing the generic teenage girl wishes, but she actually wanted to get it all out on paper. As she put her pen down, his voice invaded her thoughts. I want to talk about you. Your hopes, your dreams, everything you want in life… Caroline smiled and knew what number one would be first: Visit Paris, Rome, and Tokyo. After that, everything she had ever kept inside her came rushing out and she could hardly write fast enough to keep up with her thoughts. The ringing bell broke her from her musings thirty minutes later. She put her binder away and with the rest of the class dropped her paper off on her way out the door.

Rebekah was lagging behind as she watched the other blonde deposit her paper on the desk. As soon as she exited the room, Rebekah grabbed the list before compelling Mrs. Bradshaw to forget it was missing. Glancing over the list quickly, Rebekah smiled and knew she had found her salvation.

As the last period of the day ended, Rebekah drove off in her Mercedes back to her original home, well Nik's home as he had constantly reminded his siblings. As she pulled into the driveway she felt nerves start to creep up on her. Her last encounter with her brother had left her with a broken neck, as well as heart. She knew she had to do something to get back into his good graces; she still loved him despite what he did to her. Walking through the front door, she was glad he hadn't changed the locks on her, though it wasn't like that would stop her. She dropped her bag at the on the table in the foyer and with the paper in her hand, moved towards his studio, where she knew he would be brooding. She knocked on the door as she pushed it open, half afraid he would lash out at her again.

"Nik?" She asked timidly. His back was to her as he was painting another landscape, this one a field in the south of France where they have lived a few centuries ago. He didn't bother to turn and face her as she moved into the room.

"What Rebekah?" He snarled.

"I've come to make amends," she pleaded. He turned to face her, his face a mask of annoyance and anger. "Unless you have a time machine hidden behind your back I would leave. Now."

She looked to the ground in slight remorse. She played with the folder paper before answering him, "What if I told you I had the key to winning Caroline's affections?" She looked up at him to hear him scoff at her, his eyes filled with hurt at the mention of the other blonde's name.

"And what would that be?" He asked, as if humoring her.

"A list of her hopes and dreams, everything she wants in life," she said, reading the title off of the paper.

His eyes glowed dangerously as he moved closer to her.

"What did you say?" He barked.

"You heard me," she replied holding the paper out in front of her body. "I nicked her bucket list after English class. I was hoping you would want it as a bit of restitution for the doppelganger's blood."

He stood in front of her now, his eyes seemed lighter, exuberant even.

"Of course you want something in return."

"Nik, I just want you back, to not hate me anymore. I'm sorry." He grabbed the paper from her hands and scanned the list quickly. Number one caused him to almost falter. It was number two, however, that gave him an idea.

"If you help me with number two, all will be forgiven," he said, glancing up at his baby sister. She took the paper back, and re-read the line.

"Done."

As Caroline pulled into her driveway she shuddered at the thought of all the homework she had been assigned for a Monday. She dragged herself through the front door, only stopping to grab a blood bag before collapsing on her bed, drink in hand. She had never felt so mentally exhausted. And once again a certain hybrid had invaded her mind. His words at the bar were still haunting her. If Tyler was still sired to me, he never would've hurt you. I wouldn't have let him. She turned to lie on her back, her eyes moving to her mirror, where his picture still remained. She felt incredibly guilty, for using his feelings for her against him again. And now they had a date sometime in the near future. Either he would torture her or romance her and if she was honest with herself, she knew she deserved the torture.

Begrudgingly she grabbed her books off of the floor and started her work, trying to keep accented voices out of her consciousness. She was just about done with her calculus when the doorbell rang. She cringed, hoping it wasn't Tyler as their fight about her date which was still a sore subject. As she moved to the door she saw a deliveryman waiting outside.

She pulled the door open and he smiled at her, "Miss Caroline Forbes?" She nodded. "Please sign here for your delivery." She took the clipboard from his hand as he handed her a card. She looked at it confused, the man was from a florist, but he wasn't holding any flowers. As if reading her thoughts he answered her question, "I have to make a few trips." He went back to van and returned holding two vases filled with sunflowers. Caroline's mouth dropped. She couldn't believe Tyler would do this for her, she told him a while ago about her childhood love of sunflowers. In total the deliveryman gave her twelve vases and she had to clear away most of the clutter from her dressers to put most of them in her room. Her room looked like an explosion of yellow sunlight. She was still holding onto the unopened card and she put the final vase in the living room, as her room had no more room. She sat on the sofa and opened the thick envelope. Her eyes scanned the content at least three times before she could absorb the words. It was finally happening.

Dearest Caroline,

Join me for dinner, on Friday as per our arrangement.

I will retrieve you at 7pm.

Klaus

Putting the card back in envelope she deposited in her nightstand before collecting her keys and jacket. She needed to go shopping.

Rebekah growled as Nik corrected her footing once again. They had been rehearsing every day since Monday and as tonight would be the night Nik had been adamant that they continue practicing. She hissed at him as he moved them across the room to start again. "Nik, it's going to be alright," she tried for compassion instead of mocking like she wanted. He had watched the damn movie enough times to know the steps by heart. She glanced at her watch before flashing it in front of his face. "You should start getting ready." He growled at her again, before nodding and stalking out of the ballroom. Rebekah smiled at his temper, he really did care about the baby vampire despite her actions earlier this week.

When Caroline arrived home from school, she immediately started to get ready for the night. If he was going to make her pay for her past actions, she wanted to look her best as a shield for her anxiousness. She had her hair set in rollers, and her makeup finished when the door rung downstairs. She looked at the clock on her nightstand; it said six thirty so it couldn't be Klaus. She hurried to the door eager to get rid of the intruder. She had a hard enough day avoiding talking to Elena, Bonnie, and Stefan for fear she would blurt her plans out to them. Rebekah had been giving her strange looks in English, like she knew exactly what would happen tonight, but Caroline's pride was the only thing keeping her from begging the other girl to tell her what to expect. As she opened the door, she was furious at who was standing on the other side.

"Tyler."

He looked slightly remorseful, but she was still pissed at him for throwing the glass of bourbon at her. She moved to shut the door on him, but he stuck his foot inside the doorjamb.

"Care, please talk to me."

She threw him her best glare and shook her head; "I told you that I needed space, before we could talk again. Please give that to me."

"Are you going out tonight?" He hissed taking in her appearance and ignoring her request.

"I made a deal and I intend to see it through," she said, not wanting to answer him directly. He growled at her and once again she was questioning why she ever went along with his plan. Rolling her eyes angrily, she pushed him out of the doorway.

"Goodbye, Tyler," she said shutting the door and locking it on him for good measure. Walking back to her room, Caroline cranked up the music on her Ipod speakers and let the music of Ke$ha and Katy Perry help her relax as she added the final touches to her appearance as she waited for seven to roll around.

She had added the final swipe of lipstick when the doorbell rang. Her heart jumped into her throat as she grabbed her clutch and took one last look in the mirror. She kept her hair down in loose ringlets and went for a light smoky look to her makeup. Her new dress was a navy blue knee length dress with black pumps. As she made her way to the front door, her nerves were causing her steps to become a little shaky. Opening the door, she took in the sight of the Original. He was wearing all black, from his leather jacket to his dress pants. Caroline had to remember to breathe as she shut the door behind herself.

"You look ravishing tonight, love," he said taking in her figure with blatant approval at her choice of dress. She blushed brightly as she took his proffered hand as he led her down the walkway towards his parked car. He opened the door for her to his Bugatti Veyron before getting in the driver's seat. "Thank you for the flowers," she said, turning to look at him. In the dark of the car she could make out a smile playing across his lips.

"Your very welcome Caroline."

She shivered at the way he pronounced her name, as though he was saying it in reverance.

As he turned the car on and pulled away the music began to pour through the speakers at a low volume. She recognized the heavy beat as "Closer" by Kings of Leon. She smiled at his choice of modern music.

"Never pegged you for a Kings of Leon fan," she said, trying to make conversation. He smirked, "Not all music from this decade is appalling." As they drove on she noticed he was taking a longer route to get to the mansion. They talked a little more, but nothing beyond polite small talk until the arrived at his house. He pulled the car into the driveway and once again opened the door for her. Smiling at him, she followed him to the front door where he took her coat off and escorted her to their dining room.

The room held an ornate round table that could comfortably fit four people that was situated close to a roaring fire. The room itself was just as intimidating at its occupant who was pouring them drinks from a cart. He handed her a glass of red wine, laced with blood, B+ to be precise. His knowledge of her preferences was a litter unnerving, but still flattering that he would go to the trouble to find out her likes and dislikes.

As the sat down a hybrid came in with a dinner cart and placed several covered dishes on the table before leaving without speaking a word. She lifted the cover off of the dish before her to reveal penne vodka. Now she was even more nervous, expecting the other shoe to drop any moment. She looked at Klaus who was watching her as he took another sip from his glass.

"Anything wrong, love?"

She was afraid of how to word her fear without him immediately taking offense. She followed his example and took a drink from her glass. She looked down at her plate as if the right words to say would appear in her pasta.

"Everything has been perfect so far, I guess I'm waiting for the moment when you get your revenge for the other night."

She looked back up at him to see his reaction, half afraid that he would strike at her. To her surprise, he laughed. "Caroline, I wouldn't have gone through all the trouble of cooking this meal if I was just going to kill you afterwards."

"You made this?" She asked, surprised but not intentionally to change the subject. Now it was his turn to blush.

"Yes," he began bemused, "You don't live for a thousand years without picking up some talents." And just like that they moved past the subject of revenge and began to talk of more pleasant topics such as his latest artwork, and her high school drama. Neither mentioned the Salvatore's, Tyler, or Elena. It was if they both knew the subjects were too taboo and would ruin their evening.

After the plates were cleared, he took her to the expansive ballroom to show her the finished landscape that he had been working on the past week. She was still gazing at the artwork on the wall when she noticed Klaus was no longer standing next to her. She looked around the room, only to find it empty. Out of nowhere the opening lines of a song came to life within the room. Caroline was instantly delighted and yet frightened as Klaus came into view, dancing slowly in time with the music. Without saying a word, he took her into his arms and they started to dance. She trembled as he hand stroked her arm in time with the lyrics: Now I've had the time of my life, No I never felt like this before. Yes I swear it's the truth and I owe it all to you…

As they spun and twirled, exactly like Jenifer Grey and Patrick Swayze, Caroline couldn't hold in her beaming smile at him. His steps were perfect and well rehearsed and the thought made her melt. She had a feeling she would have to thank Rebekah later for stealing her list. As the song progressed she was getting nervous about the lift. As soon as it was time she gave him a questioning look which he nodded understanding her unasked question. She had a little space in which to run and just like in the movie; she was lifted into the air with perfect ease. Klaus held her perhaps a little longer than necessary, but didn't mind because she knew he wouldn't drop her. As he lowered her body into a dip, she could feel the heat from his body as he held her close, close enough to where she knew he was going to kiss her. Her guilt about Tyler and Hayley's plot to undermine him came rushing into her thoughts and she had to stop him before it was too late.

When his lips were in hazardous proximity to hers, she knew she had to speak up.

"Wait."

"What for?"

He said moving even closer, but she moved her head to the side.

"I have to tell you something," she said, her eyes starting to cloud with tears.

He immediately pulled her upright, and held her by the shoulders, his eyes burning into hers.

"Tyler and I didn't really break up. It was just a ruse to distract you so he and Hayley could try to free the rest of your hybrids."

He closed his eyes and let out an angry breath. She could see his frame shaking with rage and she was waiting for him to strike her or at least yell, but he said nothing and made no move against her. Caroline could feel the tears now freely flowing down her cheeks. After the perfect night he had given her she couldn't betray his trust again. She wouldn't.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave," she mumbled and before he could stop her she flashed out of the room.

Caroline made it back to her house within a few minutes, running at top speed. She needed to forget about everything. Stripping off her clothes she decided a hot shower would be the best temporary solution to her problems. As she redressed in the bathroom in a pair of yoga pants and a tank top she was startled to see a figure sitting at the end of her bed. As if the night of her birthday was repeating itself, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to kill me?"

He looked up at, his eyes softened, but still emotional. "You still think that low of me?"

"No."

"I could never kill you, love."

She moved towards him slowly and sat on her bed, resting her back against the headboard as he turned to face her.

"Are you going to kill them?"

"Not tonight."

She sighed, relieved. Before she could stop herself she blurted out, "Do you wanna stay here tonight?"

He looked shocked by her question, and she couldn't help herself from continuing to babble. "I mean you don't have to, I just thought you might want to."

"That's quite forward of you Miss Forbes, this is only our first date."

She smiled as playful Klaus was back. She scooted under the sheets as she motioned for him to do the same. He sat up and she watched him, mesmerized as he shed the layers of his clothing and entered the bed on the other side. She could feel his heat radiating towards her, and like a moth drawn to the flame she scooted closer to him.

"Thank you for the perfect first date."

"Your welcome darling."

"Next time, can we do number five?"

He laughed. "Only for you, sweet Caroline."

She moved closer still, until her head was resting on his chest before she allowed herself to succumb to sleep.

So yeah, there you go. I hope you like it, read and review, my lovelies! Until next time, xoxo.