One Way Ticket

Rebekah Mikaelson sat at her vanity with one hand supporting head as the tears fell from her face.

Her expression throughout the entire ceremony remained impassive, but Rebekah was a ticking time bomb. She exploded the second she reached her bedroom throwing her strappy black heels across the room.

Her chest was beginning to retract as her anxiety began to peak. She lifted her head and moved her arm across the top of the vanity removing everything from the surface.

She stood up and again tried to collect herself.

She turned around and was momentarily shocked as she came face to face with Stefan.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was surprisingly calm, but yet it always was when Stefan was around her. He had a calming effect on people and it was annoyingly contagious.

"You've been crying." He noted with sadness evident in his voice.

Her eyes met his, but she said nothing.

Stefan casually pushed past the doorframe and closed the door behind him. He walked over towards her vanity and began to pick up the contents that were scattered across the floor.

"I've never known you to be an angry woman." He commented as he picked up the various items.

He was distracting himself. It was what he always did when she was silent. It was like an endless routine.

He wanted her to open up to him, but Rebekah was sealed shut. She never let anything in nor did she let anything out.

"Then you must not know me very well." She shrugged.

Stefan placed the items back on the vanity before he straightened himself. "You're right," He said taking a step towards her. He placed his thumb right above her cheekbone and wiped away a fresh tear. "I guess I never did."

"You need to leave, Stefan." She quickly changed the subject. Rebekah wasn't in any shape to get into this conversation again. It was more emotion than she could handle. "Klaus will be back soon and you know he can't find us like this."

That was the line she always used and it always worked.

Klaus was not only Stefan's boss. They were best friends.

Stefan knew that if Klaus were to ever find out about his relationship with Rebekah, it would surely be the end of him.

Stefan dropped his arm from her cheek and took a step back from her. "You can't keep saying that, Rebekah."

"But you know it's true." She exasperated. "He would kill you."

Stefan sighed and shook his head at her. "If he knew how I felt about you… I mean if he really knew… he would never allow me to let you go."

"You're making this more difficult than it needs to be." She was emotionally pushing herself away from him. "I just want you to leave."

"Then it's over?" He asked her and Rebekah cringed. It sounded so final. It was a scary feeling, but she was dealing with so many emotions at the moment that she just couldn't handle it anymore.

"It's over." She said, but it came out as more of a whisper.

Stefan stared at her for a few moments and watched a variety of emotions play across his face.

The only one that let out was anger.

"I don't want you to ever call me again." His harshness shocked her because it was so unlike Stefan to be harsh. "I mean it Rebekah. I won't do anything for you ever again if you let me walk away."

She put her head down and kept her focus on his shoes.

She couldn't watch him walk away, but she just simply couldn't deal with it anymore.

"I mean it." His voice was pleading with her, but still she refused to look up.

She continued to stare at his feet as he spun on his heel only to look back one last time before he slammed the door.

Rebekah stood in that position for a few minutes hating herself. She hated that in a moment of weakness she told the person that she was in love with to walk away.

She had already lost her father and now just told the man that she loved that she didn't want to be with him.

Why was she so afraid of her brother's reaction?

She knew that he was hurting too and didn't want to hurt him any further by burdening him with her relationship with Stefan.

Rebekah was interrupted from her thoughts when her phone vibrated from the nightstand.

She walked over towards the phone and Caroline's face popped up.

Odd.

She hadn't talked to her old roommate in years.

She quickly picked up the phone curious as to why Caroline was calling her.

"Hello?" Rebekah's voice echoed through the phone.

"Rebekah?" Caroline's warm voice filled Rebekah's ears. "Rebekah? Please tell me it's you."

"It's me." She smiled. "How are you?" Rebekah asked.

"I've been trying to call you for days," Caroline's voice sounds rushed and relieved at the time. "And when I found out what happened I felt absolutely awful. I should be the one asking how you are doing not the other way around."

"I'm doing as well as I can I suppose." Rebekah said. "Only time can make it easier."

"Is there anything you need or anything I can do?"

Rebekah sighed. That always seemed to be the 'go to' question whenever someone close would pass away.

It was hard to answer because no one could give back that one thing that she truly wanted… her father.

"I'm fine. I haven't talked to you in a while so this is sort of refreshing. I miss you."

"I miss you too." Rebekah could sense the sadness in her voice.

"What's wrong?" She asked Caroline.

"I don't want to burden you with my troubles." Caroline said honestly and it was true. Caroline initially wanted to ask Rebekah for help, but how could she after she found out her father passed away?

It would be selfish.

"It's not trouble to me." Rebekah said. "I'm always here, you know that."

"And I want to be there for you as well." Caroline said. "I should be helping you."

"I tell you what." Rebekah said suddenly coming up with an idea. "I know what you can do for me… How about you come and stay with me for a while? I mean I don't want you to drop your life or anything, but I just need some company, you know?"

"When can I get a ticket?" Caroline jumped at the idea. She knew that a life back in the states wasn't for her.

She would stay with Rebekah for as long as she allowed it, then she would find a job and live out her life.

How could she say no?

"I'll send one by email this afternoon." Rebekah said shocked that Caroline agreed so readily, but she was honestly happy that her long lost friend would come to stay with her for a while.

"I should be there in a few days then." Caroline smiled.

This was exactly what Caroline needed.

Folders and various papers were spread out across Mikael's former desk. Klaus had spent the last three days trying to find a way around the will. He wasn't able to find any other solution than to simply get married and have a child.

"Shit." Klaus muttered to himself.

He was angry at his father, his father's lawyer and even at himself for wasting three days instead of just listening to his father's wishes.

The lawyer had come back the day before to speak of the more technical terms that he didn't want to 'burden' the family with two days prior.

The man was lucky that Klaus didn't kill him on the spot.

He had tricked Klaus into signing the papers without giving him all of the information.

He failed to tell Klaus that he had merely two weeks to be wed or all funds would be cut off from not only him, but also his entire family.

Once he was married the inheritance would be held off until his future wife gave birth to a son.

It wasn't that Klaus or his brothers didn't have the means to support his mother and sister if it were to come down to it. It was the mere fact that he would basically give away the entire Mikaelson Empire without a thought.

He was still trying to figure out why his father would do such a horrendous and complicated thing, but his father still managed to screw with him even from the grave.

"What the hell am I going to do?" He groaned. He couldn't just pick a wife. A wife wasn't just a fling or a house you could slip out of in the small hours of the night.

Any woman he was ever associated with only wanted him for his money. But the woman he would marry would not only be financially tied to him. She would give birth to his first child and that was something he couldn't just pick out in two weeks.

Well technically it was less than two weeks.

He was starting to run out of time and so far he had no options.

Klaus walked over towards the large window behind Mikael's desk and watched his sister walk up to a car that was approaching his family home.

He curiously watched the scene as a woman exited the car.

She looked unfamiliar, but by the way Rebekah embraced the woman he could tell they were old friends.

The woman took a step back from Rebekah and they talked for a few moments.

The first thing he noticed about her was her smile. It was contagiously warm and inviting.

Her long blonde curly hair sat on top of her head in a messy bun with a few pieces loosely accentuating her frame.

She wore a tight off white sweater that emphasized her small torso and full breasts. She wasn't a size two, but she had curves in all of the right places and Klaus found himself getting hard at the mere sight of her.

He quickly walked away from the window deciding instantly that it was a bad idea. He couldn't get involved with someone he was attracted to. Someone like that would hurt him and he couldn't let himself be vulnerable.

Klaus was the type of man that liked to be in control and without even speaking to her he found himself idly doing so.

He had to find a woman that would simply marry him, have his child and divorce soon after.

No strings attached.

Caroline sat with Rebekah with a cup of coffee in hand. They had spent the last three hours catching up with each other's lives, but Caroline still had yet to mention why she left her home so quickly.

She knew she would soon need to have that conversation with Rebekah. She just couldn't bring herself to do it yet.

It felt almost as if they never left each other.

"I'm so happy you're here." Rebekah smiled at her friend. "I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard. We were pretty reckless a few years ago weren't we?"

Caroline grinned thinking about everything they got themselves involved in. "We were." She brought the hot cup of coffee to her lips.

"Oh my gosh! Do you remember that –"

"If I have to hear another one of your boorish stories from your college days little sister I might lose my mind."

A male stepped into the room that Caroline didn't recognize, but his features confirmed he was related to Rebekah.

"Mind your manners, Kol." She scolded him. "We have a guest here."

Caroline smiled up at the stranger and extended her hand. "Caroline Forbes."

He took her by the hand and brought his lips to the top of her hand. "Kol Mikaelson."

He let go of her hand and took a seat next to Rebekah draping and around her shoulders.

"I didn't think my sister was capable of having friends, Miss. Forbes." Kol joked. "What is she paying you for your company? I'll double it."

"Kol shut your mouth right now or I'll—"

She was interrupted by another male figure entering the room, except this one stole her complete attention.

He had similar features to the other Mikaelsons, but he was much taller and his shoulders were broader.

He was unbelievably gorgeous and Caroline had to look away from him before he caught her staring.

"My brother isn't well known for his charm now is he little sister?" The man stepped inside the room not once taking his eyes off of the blonde in front of him. "Who is your friend?"

Caroline wanted to speak, but found that she could not find the words. She felt like a stars truck idiot because the man before her literally left her speechless.

The man walked over towards the couch she was sitting on and extended his hand.

"You do have a name, don't you sweetheart?" She couldn't tell if he was joking with her or being rude.

"Caroline." She formed a small smile. She didn't want her mouth to drop to the floor and she probably come across as a bitch, but what else could she do?

"Klaus Mikaelson." He said. She quickly shook his hand and released it.

His attention quickly turned to the two other Mikaelson's that were sitting in front of Caroline.

She was glad that the attention was no longer on her because she found his gaze exhausting.

He seemed dangerous and that scared Caroline.

"I have papers you two need to sign." Klaus' tone was serious. "Whenever you are available stop by father's office."

Caroline could see the different emotions pass by each of their faces. Rebekah and Kol both nodded neither of them really saying anything.

It was silent for a few minutes after Klaus left the room. Kol stood up a few minutes later and left her and Rebekah there alone.

Caroline could see the tears start to form in Rebekah's eyes. Caroline quickly removed herself from the couch and moved over to Rebekah.

"Is it ever going to get any better?"

"Not right now, no." Caroline told her honestly. "But I promise that you will heal." She embraced her friend and hugged her.

It was late.

Caroline could tell without even looking at the clock.

It was the third time Caroline had woke since she went to bed earlier that afternoon.

She knew she would have to get used to sleeping here. It was different and she wasn't used to being in such an unfamiliar place.

Her stomach growled. She realized that since her and Rebekah went to sleep so early that neither of them ate dinner.

She removed herself from the bed and walked out of the room.

Caroline wasn't going to lie. She had no idea where she was, but she knew that they had to have a kitchen. Caroline figured that no one would be awake at this hour so she didn't feel weird about roaming the house.

She roamed down the hall and walked down a grand staircase. From a room she recognized as Klaus' office she noticed that the light was still on.

She quickly tried to tip toe past the room, but a crashing sound startled her. She turned around and looked inside the dimly lit office.

Klaus sat perched on a large chair with black dress pants and a white button down shirt on. A few buttons on the top of it were undone so Caroline could see a small portion of his chest.

He held a cigarette in one hand and a small glass of brown liquid in the other. Over to his right she noticed that he had dropped a large book onto the floor.

"What are you doing down here?" He asked her, but it didn't come out as nice as he wanted it to.

"I could ask you the same thing." She glanced down at his glass of bourbon.

"It's my house." He said obviously.

"You've been drinking." She stated her earlier observation.

He brought the glass to his lips without taking his eyes off of her. His gazed pierced her.

She could clearly tell that he was drunk.

"Smart girl." He smirked dropping the glass from his lips.

"Now if you will excuse me I was trying to find the kitchen." Caroline turned to walk away but his voice stopped her.

"Wait a second." He said. "Come sit with me."

He put the cigarette in his mouth and staggered a bit when he pulled up a chair next to him.

"I really shouldn't, you know I—"

"Are you scared?" He asked her.

"No Klaus. I just –"

"Say it again." He commanded her. Caroline looked at him confusingly. She could definitely tell that he had too much to drink.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"Say my name again." He said. "It sounds so beautiful coming from those lips."

Caroline was shocked.

This man was not the man she was with earlier.

The man that she briefly met brushed her off and barely spoke to her. This one was drunk and too forward.

"You're drunk." She told him, but she had a feeling he already knew.

"Again, smart girl." He placed the glass on the table and put out his cigarette.

He stood from the couch and began to walk towards Caroline. She took a step back expecting him to come near her, but instead he walked past her.

She stood idly in place before he called out her name. "Caroline?"

She looked in his direction as he stood at the door.

"You said you were looking for the kitchen?" He asked.

Caroline slowly nodded.

"I'll take you there."

Caroline didn't know why she did it, but she reluctantly followed him.

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