Not really sure if this has a place in the cannon timeline. But let's say it's after 3x14 and she didn't betray him. If only. Inspired by my own sick day. :/ Eh- here you go. Read and review my lovelies! xoxo

The moment Caroline woke up she knew something was wrong and by wrong she mean not well. She sat up in her bed suddenly and immediately fell back into her pillows with dizziness. She let out a sharp breath and opened her eyes again. She was sick. Her throat felt like it was on fire, and she was shivering despite the numerous covers on her bed. She reached for her phone on the nightstand. Something was very wrong. She scrolled through her contacts and hit send.

"Caroline this isn't the best time to talk," Stefan began his voice annoyed and bitter. She swallowed and instantly regretted it as it felt like she broken glass being forced down her throat.

"Can vampires get sick?" Her voice was scratchy and raw as she spoke. She had never heard of a vampire getting sick before and it was beginning to scare her. Immortality was supposed to be immunity to disease and illness.

"Suck it up Barbie," Damon's voice echoed over the phone in the background, "I'll play Doctor with you later but right now we have more important things to do." She heard a scuffle on the other side of the phone and than the sound of someone groaning in pain.

"What's wrong, Caroline?" Klaus's voice came over the line, concerned, and even worried to the baby vampire's ears.

"I woke up feeling dizzy. My throat is killing me and I can't stop shivering." She said rapidly, feeling lightheaded again. She throat felt like she was swallowing pure vervaine.

"I'll be right over. Don't move," he said before ending the conversation without a reply from her. Caroline groaned and moved to the edge of her bed slowly, trying to keep her vision from spinning. She needed to get a drink of water and at least run a brush through her hair before he would come bulldozing into her room. When she put her feet on the ground she moved slowly and began to raise herself, only for her legs to give out on her. She didn't hit the ground as a pair of strong arms, caught her around the waist catching her fall. She was hoisted back into her bed before she could bat an eyelid. She opened her eyes again to see a pair of blue orbs glaring at her.

"I told you, don't move," he growled as he tucked the numerous sheets around her.

"I just wanted a glass of water," she croaked. She hated feeling vulnerable in front of him, again. He always caught her at her weakest moments and it was beginning to become an annoying occurrence.

"Don't try to speak either love, I know it hurts to," he said pulling away from her. She rolled her eyes at him as a form of communication. He chuckled at her and started to move around her room, straightening up some of the mess she had left it in despite her glaring at him, clearly telling him not to. When he moved to her nightstand he froze, staring at the piece of paper that was now encased in a small shadowbox.

"You kept it?" He asked quietly looking at Caroline who was trying to look anywhere else but at him. He moved to sit on her bed and with the gentle force of his hand on her chin, forced her to look at him. She blushed at his steady gaze and nodded, embarrassed. He broke out into a boyish grin and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him again.

"Well, Miss Forbes, since Damon Salvatore is busy at the moment, I guess it falls on me to play the doctor today." She gave him a questioning look when she remembered the commotion she head on the phone. Damon might have a broken neck, or at least a few ribs by the sounds she heard. He answered look with a devious chuckle.

"Now, sweetheart I'm going to make you breakfast, and if you move out of this bed, I will know." He gave her a sinister smirk that made her gulp slightly and she meagerly nodded her head in acceptance of his threat. Flashing her with a sultry wink, he blurred to out of her room.

Caroline huffed loudly and grabbed her phone again and started to type furiously. She may not have been able to verbally reprimand him, but she would be damned if she couldn't get in the last word.

Downstairs, Klaus moved through the kitchen cabinets, grabbing ingredients from the fridge and pantry and mixing utensils with such ease it was as if he had lived in this house for years. When he overheard Caroline's phone call to Stefan earlier he would never admit it, but he was scared. Vampires rarely, if ever get sick: it just wasn't in their nature to succumb to such a mortal occurrence. After Damon's lecherous comment to her he felt himself snap and couldn't suppress his urge to make sure that Caroline would be okay. Seeing her ill, tugged at something in his chest and he grimaced to think that it was his heart. He knew he didn't have one anymore, but every time he was around her he could swear he could feel it thump. Carefully checking all the burners on the stove, he had decided on cooking her a traditional English breakfast of eggs and soldiers.

As he was arranging the meal on a plate and pouring some orange juice as well as water into glasses when he felt a buzzing in his pocket. He read the message and was thoroughly confused as to the pop culture reference she had used but chuckled at her demand for bacon in her meal. He blurred back to her room with enough agility that he was able to keep on the food on the tray before gently placing in before her.

"Bon appetite, ma cherie." Caroline rolled her eyes in response, but could help but smile at his playful antics. She liked this Klaus. Grabbing the fork, she dug into whatever it was that he made her and gave him the thumbs up sign after a few chews. He beamed a smile at her and moved to sit on the window bench. Distracting himself he grabbed a book off of the small bookcase next to him and idly flipped through the pages, despairing at the decline of literature in the twenty-first century. Sparking vampires, honestly. As Caroline finished her meal, Klaus grabbed the tray and removed it back to the kitchen and was back in her room before she could blink.

"Feeling any better?" He moved to sit next to her and slowly moved his hand to place it on her forehead to feel for any sign of a fever, before sliding his hand down to cup her cheek only to feel it burn under his gentle touch. She adverted her eyes, and he dropped his hand not wanting to torture her too much with her body's visceral response to him. When she finally met his gaze she motioned to her mouth and he was instantly confused. Did she want him to kiss her?

"You want a get well soon kiss?" He asked arrogantly, trying to cover up the hope in his voice.

She smiled ruefully and made a talking motion with her hand and then he understood her question.

"No, I wouldn't say anything just yet, love."

She grabbed her phone and texted furiously only for his phone to go off seconds later. Reading the message quickly he looked up at her to see a full on pout gracing her lips. Without responding further, he swiftly scooped her up, comforter and all and brought her downstairs to the sofa. Once he was satisfied that she was comfortable and warm enough he began to browse through the moderately sized DVD collection beside the TV. He held up a movie for her to see and she gave him a look that he swore made her look exactly like Rebekah for an instant. I guess she's not in a slasher mood today. He held up another one and was awarded with a luminous grin followed by a vigorous nod of approval. He popped the disc on and settled into the chair across the room.

As the afternoon passed into the evening watching her watch the film entranced him. He was pleasantly surprised to see that she owned a copy of "It Happened One Night." He watched her as she mouthed the dialogue along with the characters and he swore he saw her tear up at the wedding scene. He could help but draw parallels between Clark Gable and himself: chasing after a woman who was trying to evade him, protecting her, even saving her life. He laughed internally because he had actually known the man himself; he was a great drinking partner back in the day.

He noticed that she was starting to nod off and not wanting to cause her any discomfort by sleeping on the couch he tenderly picked her up again and brought her back to her room. She was still half awake as he arranged the comforter around her and pressing his luck he placed a gentle kiss on her temple and delicately stroked her cheek. He turned to leave before he had truly overstayed his welcome when he felt her grab his hand. He turned to face her and she mouthed "Thank you" to him and he responded back silently as well.

He returned back to the mansion within minutes of leaving her house, feeling desolate already at the loss of her company when his phone buzzed again.

You choice next time, tomorrow maybe?

He responded back as he walked into his room, suddenly things weren't looking so dismal. Tomorrow was another day and another chance for him to prove that he could be the better man, the right man, and hopefully her only man.

Corny fluffy ending I know. I'm full of fluff this week. The pop culture reference she texted him was calling him "Dr. House" FYI.