Post 4x07 AU. Got a lot of request asking for a certain Mikaelson brother, hope this brings you cheer! 3

Some day he'll come along, the man I love

And he'll be big and strong, the man I love

And when he comes my way,

I'll do my best to make him stay.

"I'm telling you she doesn't want to get on the plane! She doesn't want to leave him," Caroline screeched for the hundredth time that night. She knew she was right, damn him and his many centuries of age over her.

"Rick doesn't want her to stay, Caroline! If he really want her, he would've took the plane tickets for them and left her chump of a husband behind!"

Caroline huffed in extreme vexation and scooted over on the large king sized bed trying to put as much distance between herself and him. The conceited thinks he knows it all bastard.

"You're wrong," she muttered angrily, flipping her blonde tresses out of her face as she turned away from him and focused on the final scene of the film. She loved the black and white classics, and Humphrey Bogart never failed to deliver for her.

"Stop pouting, darling," he cooed at her in that annoyingly smug way. And she wonders how she has survived having to put up with this for months now.

"I am not," she retorted childishly, desperately trying to force herself not to stick out her tongue at him in a really childish way.

He gave her an incredulous look, and turned to watch the credits as they rolled across the large flat screen.

"Now what? An Affair to Remember?" He said with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows, eyes gleaming with mischief. She rolled her eyes as dramatically as possible in a returned gesture.

She huffed again, more annoyed, "I don't know. Obviously if we can't watch "Casablanca" without arguing, I'd say another movie isn't a good idea. I might have to hurt you."

"Drinks at the Grill?" He counter offered.

"Yes. After spending time with you, I'm in desperate need alcohol," she said with an evil grin.

"You know you love me more than him, Caroline," he sang as he strolled out of her room jauntily almost with a bounce in his step.

"Keep telling yourself that, Kol," she shouted back. She sighed, and raised herself up off of her bed. With Nik gone on "business" with Elijah for the past week in Europe and Rebekah and Stefan on a "couples vacation" in Fiji for the past month, Caroline was left to deal with Kol's company back at the mansion. She trudged to the lavish ensuite bathroom and turned on her favorite curling iron. If she was going out to the Grill tonight, looking her best was important especially if Elena would going to be there. The fallout from the revelation of her relationship with Nik after the pageant was still causing an estrangement between the two girls. Caroline had tried everything to get Elena to see reason for her feelings, but after too many doors slammed in her face and calls hung up on her, she gave up. She couldn't and wouldn't give up what happiness she had finally found for Elena's peace of mind.

She moved back to their spacious walk in closet, trying in vain to find a dress when her phone started to ring from the nightstand. She smiled brightly as Ke$ha's, "Your Love is My Drug" blared out. It was him. She raced over and grabbed the device.

"Hi," she whispered, falling back onto the bed, cradling the device.

"Hello, sweetheart," his smooth accent sounded even more husky over the phone. She missed him so much it was starting to physically hurt.

"When are you coming home? Kol is driving me insane," she griped. He had only been gone for a week, but with only Kol as company it felt like five years in the dark ages.

"Soon, my love. Do you need me to have a little chat with him about proper etiquette?" he asked, amusement and annoyance coloring his words. She smiled; he was always looking for a reason to pick a fight with his brother over her. It gave him untold pleasure beating good manners into Kol for his lewd behavior towards her since she had moved in with them a couple months ago.

"No. I can deal with him for now. We're going to the Grill in a little bit for drinks," she added moving off the bed tiredly and shuffled back to their closet, trying to find a dress to wear.

"Well, then I'll leave you to your primping," he chuckled, knowing her exact beauty routines well over the past few months. She missed that he wasn't there to pleasantly distract her while she put on makeup or tried to find an outfit to wear. It was hard to properly apply one's eyeliner when he would caress her lower back with mercilessly slow strokes, teasing her into insanity.

"Alright," she sighed quietly. "Talk to you later?" she asked as she selected a short, off the shoulder red dress without realizing that this was the dress she had planned to wear for his return in a few short days. He wouldn't see it until then so it was safe to wear for tonight.

"Of course, sweetheart. Have fun tonight," he sounded slightly jealous and she almost laughed at his petulance.

"Doubt it," she muttered bitterly. It was never as much fun to go out when Nik wasn't there to ensure she had a good night. He loved to keep her awake until the early morning hours dancing together until she could no longer stand.

"I HEARD THAT!" Kol yelled from his room down the hall. Clearly the little pest was listening in to their conversation the entire time. Vampire hearing was so inconvenient in this house.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO!" She hollered back. Their spats were becoming infamous among the siblings.

She could hear Nik laugh brightly on the other side of the line. He loved that she could give back as good as she got from Kol. It was a trait necessary for survival in the house full of dramatic siblings.

"Hear what I have to put up with when you're not around?" She asked tiredly as she slid the dress on over her lacey undergarments quickly.

"You really alright, Caroline?" He asked now sounding genuinely concerned by her tone.

"I'm fine," She said automatically. She didn't want him to worry about her when he was so far away with only his voice to comfort her in his absence.

"Alright then, love, until later then," he said, clearly unconvinced, but unwilling to push the issue.

"Bye Nik." She hung up and moved back to the bathroom to finish her hair and makeup.

Quickly curling her blonde locks into a romantic side sweep, and applying a daring smoky eye she was ready within an hour. She was putting on her signature heels when Kol strolled into the room, without knocking of course. He had an annoying habit of trying to catch her between outfits, but when Nik was home, he got more daring and intrusive, especially when he would come into their room early in the morning trying to join them in bed before they were both properly awake. The look on Nik's face when he woke up with his annoying younger brother next to him and not Caroline was a day she would never soon forget.

She grabbed a small black clutch and put her phone inside before allowing Kol to walk her downstairs. He was dressed in his customary blue jeans and black dress shirt, complete with his signature egotistical smirk. When they reached the roomy garage he tossed her the keys to her brand new Audi R8 Spyder. It was an ostentatious gift from Nik for her graduation. That and the fact that he had crashed her Ford Fiesta, trying to test its speed limits with Kol while she was at school, none the wiser. When she found the Spyder in her usual parking space with Nik standing next to it with a sheepish smile, she knew it whatever happened was his entirely his fault. "Couldn't corner worth a damn" was his only explanation. Her preceding lecture on not driving on the streets like it was Nascar had apparently fallen on deaf ears.

"Your turn to drive," Kol said by way of explanation, slipping into the passenger side. She rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that day and slipped inside. The speed of the car was what attracted her to it. That, and the fact that it was Tony Stark's car in Iron Man also played a part. She was a sucker for all things Robert Downey, Jr. much to Nik's extreme annoyance.

Their trip to the Grill was short as she broke every speed limit there for the hell of it. She loved driving with Kol because he understood her thrill seeking and didn't fuss over her like Nik did every time she drifted a few miles over the speed limit. Most of the time his protective nature was endearing, but sometimes it was slightly ridiculous when he damn well knew it wasn't going to kill them.

The parking lot was nearly full and Caroline recognized some of the cars, causing her stomach to drop a little. She was going to walking into a lion's den of judgment and dirty looks no doubt about it. Kol noticed her apprehension as she started to walk towards the entrance with a slight falter in her step and in a gesture unlike him, he grabbed Caroline's hand and gently squeezed it in reassurance. She might have been Nik's girl, but Kol was always ready to defend her against anyone who would speak out against her or his family. She smiled at him and together they braved through the entrance.

Still tightly grasping Kol's hand, Caroline allowed him to pull her through the crowded dance floor towards the elevated bar area. She could feel their eyes burning her from the pool tables. She held her head high though, feigning confidence she didn't have and sat next to Kol on the stools. Signaling the bar tender, Kol ordered her a Cosmopolitan martini and a glass of scotch for himself. After a silent "cheers" with their glasses, they downed them each within a few minutes. They hadn't even gotten their second drink before trouble came looking for them in the form of a Salvatore brother.

"Well, if it isn't Benedict Arnold and Satan's sibling. Thought I told you already, you all are no longer welcome here," Damon spat at them with clear disgust. Caroline looked over his shoulder to see Elena watching them, but clearly too cowardly to confront her herself.

"Free country," Caroline shot back with as much venom as she could muster in her voice. Clearly this wasn't a good idea to come here tonight of all nights.

"Listen to me you little whore, get out of here before I count to three otherwise I'll remove you myself," he said taking a step closer to them. Caroline was about to retort back when she was distracted by a certain blonde devil standing over Damon's shoulder. Her dark prince had come home.

"Say another word, and I'll tear out your liver," came a quiet, but deadly voice from behind Damon. Damon froze in place and turned to see Elijah and Klaus standing behind him, each looking furious and ready to slaughter him where he stood. Caroline smirked, and shook her head gently. He certainly had a flare for making an entrance and with an old line as well, not that he knew she had heard it that day so long ago now. Elijah put a hand on Damon's shoulder before visibly crushing his collarbone with minimal effort.

"That's no way to talk to a lady Mr. Salvatore. I suggest you leave, before things get very messy," Elijah said with almost disinterest; yet clear hostility towards the younger vampire. Realizing he was clearly outnumbered and powerless against three Originals, Damon gave a terse nod, before giving Caroline a withering look that spoke volumes. He turned quickly and left for the opposite end of the room, clearly needing Elena to sooth his wounded ego.

"Well, that's not how I envisioned your homecoming," Kol said, breaking the silence.

"What were you expecting?" Caroline asked, throwing Nik a naughty smile before turning to Kol.

"Carnage," Kol said with clear disappointment on his face. Caroline laughed before hopping off of her barstool and launching herself into Nik's arms. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and did a little twirl, making Caroline giggle merrily. He put her down only to wrap his arm around her waist pulling her into his side.

"Take me home," she purred into his ear after giving him a smoldering kiss on the neck, just below his ear. Within seconds he had her outside in the parking lot before she could even draw breath. He pulled his keys from his pocket and gently pulled her towards his newly acquired black Range Rover. She greatly appreciated his help getting into her seat, as she was unstable in her heels with all the adrenaline coursing through her body from the near showdown. He sped to the other side and fishtailed out of the parking lot so fast, she nearly got whiplash from the movement. Apparently, she wasn't the only one excited at their reunion.

They were within minutes of the mansion when she finally spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Not that I'm not thrilled that your home, but I wasn't expecting you until Monday. Why the change of plans?"

"You sounded miserable on the phone earlier and I count bare to be away from you for another three days."

Her heart swelled and she took the hand that was interlaced with her and kissed it delicately. He always was putting her first, and she still was amazed every time it happened.

"I've missed you so much," she said quietly, glancing over to him. His eyes were smoldering with so much passion and reverence that it nearly took her breath away. When he finally pulled into the driveway, he didn't bother with any of his luggage in the car, but instead swept Caroline off of her feet and carried her bridal style into the house. She clung to his body until he finally set her down in their room. She didn't have a change to say anything more before she pulled her into a passionate kiss, expressing his desperation for her with his lips. She felt like she was on fire every time he kissed her, no matter how many times he had done it. He left a burning trail down her neck as she pulled at his blonde curls, barely containing her growing pleasure at his hands finally returning to her body after their separation.

"I think I'm part psychic," she said merrily as he started to pull at her dress in anticipation for a real reunion.

"Why is that sweetheart," he asked huskily, nipping at the nape of her neck.

"I was saving this dress for when you got home. I decided to wear it tonight on a whim after talking to you on the phone," she purred as his lips moved to descend to her collarbone.

"You look ravishing," he said pulling back slightly to admire her form. She felt the heat rise as his eyes raked over her from heels to hair.

"But I didn't get to dance in it," she said with a slight pout. He bit at her bottom lip, and whispered, "Let's see what we can do about that," before moving towards the sound system on the wall. After a few clicks, a familiar tune drifted over them. It was their song, the one where he gave her his most endearing and brutally honest speech about herself. The small town boy wasn't enough for her.

Wordlessly, he pulled her into his body, leaving no space between them. She rested her head on his shoulder and breathed in his scent deeply. He smelt like parchment, acrylic paint, and freshly cut wood despite wherever and whatever he was doing this week. He slowly swayed them around the room, keeping his hands constantly stroking any available skin he could find. After a few songs she pulled away from him and backed away slowly, un-zipping her dress as she moved. His eyes were glued to her figure as she stepped out of her heels and slid onto the center of the bed.

"I've missed you in our bed," she sighed watching him as crawled across the bed to tower over her as she sank back into the numerous pillows, eyes fixated on his.

"Well, let's see what we can do about that."

And there you go! Read and Review my lovelies, xoxo! ;)