Set the day after 3x14 forget about the blood binding, Ester being the worst mother in existence, and the white oak stakes. While you're at it forget about 3x15 as well.

Caroline shook her hips vigorously as she danced around the dimly lit kitchen adding together the ingredients of her ice cream sundae. She was trying to have a relaxing night and forget about the Mikaelson's ball last night, and in particular, a certain Original who's romantic drawing was currently residing in her room. She sighed inwardly, pouring more rainbow sprinkles over the chocolate ice cream as she sang along to the music pouring out from her room. She slid across the tiled floor to the fridge grabbing the canned whip cream and cherries. After putting all the ingredients away she grabbed the bowl and made her way to her room to watch the latest Nicholas Sparks film she had gotten earlier. As the next song came onto her loud stereo system from her room she sang along loudly, glad to be alone tonight for once.

"The next time we hang out, I will redeem myself

My heart it can't rest 'til then

Ooh whoa whoa I, I can't wait to see you again…"

She was on a Miley Cyrus kick today for an unknown reason. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror in the hallway and she laughed at her slovenly appearance. She had her black Mystic Falls sweat pants on with a pink tank top. Her hair was in a messy bun at the top of her head and she had no makeup on. She couldn't wait to snuggle into her bed and forget about anything relating to ball gowns, champagne, or dimples. She walked into her open doorway only to scream at the person causally resting on her pillows. He yelled as well, but perhaps for another reason.

"Bloody hell Caroline, what is on your face?" He yelled over the music. His face was confused, and even a little frightened of her appearance.

"It's a face mask, you idiot. What are you doing in my bed?" She shrieked, insanely embarrassed to be caught wearing a white facial mask. She looked like a ghost whenever she wore them. Even though she was now a vampire, she couldn't give up her more girly human habits. She moved past him swiftly to shut off her stereo and put her bowl down on her dresser near him. She glared at his large combat boots that were resting comfortably on her clean white bedspread.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing," he answered finally, eyeing her with barely concealed amusement.

She huffed equally annoyed and pleased at his concern, "A text message would have sufficed. And besides aren't you mad at me?" He looked quizzically at her.

"I didn't have your number," he said as he picked up a book from her nightstand and began to flip through it nonchalantly. Apparently he wasn't going to answer her question.

"Really? Lame excuse. You could've gotten it from someone I know," she pointed out. He shrugged indifferently.

"Well, to answer your question: I'm fine," he raised one eyebrow, in a disbelieving manner at her.

"I don't believe you," he said placing the book back down, careful not to lose her spot.

"Whatever. I'd like to get back to my evening and I'm sure you have all sorts of nefarious schemes to be plotting against me and my friends." She smirked at him and moved to pick up the discarded DVD case lying near her TV.

"What are we watching tonight?" He sat up straighter against the headboard, leaning forwards slightly.

"We are not watching anything. I am. And you need to go," she demanded. He chuckled wolfishly. "Your very amusing when you're trying to be threatening."

She growled, and moved out of the room to the ensuite bathroom to remove her mask.

"If you're going to stay, we're watching what I picked out and you need to take your boots off my bed," she called petulantly.

When she moved back into her room, his boots were gone and he was holding out her bowl of ice cream, presumably as a peace offering. She was cursing herself for her lack of conviction in forcing him to leave, the boyish grin he had when she walked in, melted her coldness towards him considerably.

She climbed onto the bed from the other side after inserting the DVD into her television and took the bowl out of his hands. Eagerly, she started to devour her desert, only to catching him watching her.

"Do you want some?"

He nodded eagerly, like a small child. She held out a large spoonful close to his mouth, but far enough away where he had to lean in. When his mouth was about to close around the spoon, she pulled her arm away swiftly and gave the spoonful to herself.

"Sucker."

He glowered in petulance, and she laughed merrily at his annoyance. The movie started as she moved her now empty bowl to the nightstand and shut off the light, causing darkness to fill the room. She glanced quickly to the right, to see him watching her still. She stuck her tongue out at him, and turned back to face the movie aware unaware that he was still gazing at her.

While she refused to look back in his direction for the next hour and a half, Caroline could feel Klaus's gaze burning her slowly the entire time, driving her slowly insane. Before she knew it the credits were rolling, and she was surprisingly half asleep. She sank back into the pillows, almost forgetting about her guest, until she turned over under the covers. The lights were still turned off in the room, but she could make out his features with the moonlight filtering in through the open window.

"Why were you so mad at me last night?" She asked sleepily. He shifted his body to face her.

"Because you were right about why I wanted hybrids. I hated that you were able to read me so quickly," he admitted quietly.

She nodded into her pillow.

"I understand feeling that way," she began, moving closer to him. "Before I turned I felt like there wasn't a person in the world who loved me." He looked at her in puzzlement, but she just shrugged.

"And now?"

"Now, I've been abandoned by my father, and Tyler, and my mother still isn't around long enough to care. All my friends could care about is Elena and her safety. They never even cared about me after Damon…" she stopped talking realizing that she had shared a little too much.

She could feel Klaus rise on the bed, "After Damon, what?" His voice was quiet, but commanding. Caroline felt her cheeks burn hotly.

"I think we've shared enough for tonight," she whispered and turned to face away from him. The weight on the other side of her shifted and with dizzying speed Klaus was on her side of the bed sitting next to her. It was an action so similar to the night he came to heal her that it was literally déjà vu.

"Caroline, please tell me sweetheart." His hand was resting on her sheet-covered arm, stroking it lightly. She looked up at him and saw the barely concealed fire burning in his bright blue eyes.

"After I turned, I got all the memories back from when he compelled me. He manipulated me, pushed me around, and abused me," her voice cracked and she was fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. Through her bleary vision she saw Klaus stand up and start to pace the length of her room. He looked furious and vengeful in the pale moonlight.

"I'll kill him," he muttered darkly in the darkness.

She sat up in her bed, suddenly feeling very stupid for revealing something so personal to him.

"No, you cant," she protested, rising from her bed to move in front of him.

"Caroline, he deserves a worse fate than merely death."

"Thank you for caring enough to want to, but that would just cause more problems then it would solve. I don't want to give my friends another reason to want you dead," she said moving even closer, and grabbing the hand that was clenched at his side in a fist. He let his hand relax, and she threaded her fingers through his. Suddenly, she wasn't feeling tired anymore. He let out a long, angry breath and she pulled him into a somewhat hesitant hug. After a moment of uncertainty he pulled her even closer to his form, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Can we stop fighting with each other?" She begged. "Please? I'm sick of everyone trying to kill each other."

"If your friends stop trying to destroy my family, I won't go after Elena."

"Seriously? I know how much you want an army of hybrids." She pulled back slightly, to look at him. His face was completely sincere.

"I'd rather have peace with you, then than war with them."

She smiled joyfully into his chest. Turning she saw the time on the clock, it was nearly three in the morning now.

"We'll all talk tomorrow and settle this. But now we need sleep, even if we are the undead."

He laughed, "We?"

"Yes, that is if you would like to have a slumber party with me," she giggled and led him back to the bed before waiting for an answer. Once they were both under the covers, she faced him again.

"Talk to me about Paris."

He laughed and the complied, letting her into his warm embrace until she fell asleep and soon after so did he.

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