The Day You Went Away

I kind of died after that Originals finale (if you didn't notice lol). But this is my first mini canon (fix it) drabble since that horrible finale. So so late, I know, but hope some of you are still reading. Song by Wendy Matthews, one of my all time faves.

There's not a cloud in the sky...

Lightning.

Thunder.

Rain showers.

The weather that usually incites angst, not only for forgetting an umbrella, but because you need it to fit a certain mood.

It's 8am in Mystic Falls. Classes are yet to begin but she's lingering on the edge of school grounds looking upwards, her neck craned for the best possible view.

The sky is devoid of clouds and a brilliant shade of blue, much like his penetrating eyes she sees in her dreams. She exhales wishing there's a storm on the horizon rather than this picturesque view, pretending that everything is okay.

That life has gone on without so much of a blip that someone she once knew, who walked the earth for over a thousand years, is now gone from her life forever. Someone with deep flaws, blood thirsty tendencies and internal demons but when he lets down those walls, she loses herself. Correction. She lost herself. That's the past after all.

Because they are the same. He uttered that once before, she was quick to dismiss it given he was only the big, bad hybrid then. She swallows, willing a storm to erupt, that's something she can deal with. Not this uneasy semblance of peace.

It's as blue as your goodbye...

Klaus Mikaelson doesn't do goodbyes. Given he's lived for so long it doesn't seem necessary with all of the drama and wasted tears. But she's here now, in the Quarter.

His Quarter.

She's come, wanting him to show her his city.

Like he's always wanted.

She looks stunning today in black, not that he's surprised as she teases him mercilessly and places a lingering kiss on his lips in that bar. She even says she'll never forget him.

Suddenly, dying is okay.

He'd chase her forever and the knowing smile she sends his way is like a secret pact between them. Klaus is pleased that she hasn't given up on him, nor has he, even in the face of impending death.

Saying goodbye to the one you love is never okay. It's never a palette of warm colours.

It's deep.

It's dark.

It's so damn blue.

He wishes it's the hue of her eyes but nothing that gloomy can compare to her expressive orbs, especially when she's arguing with him.

As he leaves the bar that day, he's distracted by all the memories from their short time together. His overactive imagination is telling him they will see each other again, even in the supernatural afterlife.

And he knows exactly what he wants to do when they reunite.

And I thought that it would rain...

Caroline monitors the weather report from her office, frustrated that the conditions are still set to perfect and that the National Weather Service is truly inept.

All she hopes for is a storm.

Something that tells her he's okay.

That he's at peace.

The Klaus Mikaelson she knows would never wish a bright, sunny day on anyone, even in the afterlife.

"That's it, we need a rain dance," she guesses, from the doorway, reading her friend's mind.

Her intuitiveness not lost on Caroline. Bonnie always has the ability to read her mind even without witchcraft.

"You're back!" She squeals, running towards her friend and enveloping her in a tight embrace.

"Looks like your hugs are still like a death grip, Forbes," she offers, but from her tone Caroline knows she's smiling.

"I thought you were too busy traipsing around the globe for little, old Mystic Falls, Bon?" She asks, choosing to ignore her remark and revel in the fact her best friend is back, even if it's temporary.

"Deflection huh?" She shoots back, taking in her appearance slowly. "I don't traipse anywhere when my bestie is spiralling."

"I don't spiral," she scoffs. "If I lose anything it's in an orderly way, Bennett."

"Always the control freak pretending she's not losing it," she snorts by way of response. "So?"

"So?"

"We can sit here and ignore the elephant in the room or you can just admit you miss the guy," she drawls, her exasperation obvious.

"Bon..."

"It's okay Care," she concedes. "There's no denying we've all hated him at some point but I like to think supernatural years are like dog years."

"The Yoga slash Animal retreat in Bali, right? Only something so bizarre could have come from that."

"Oh yea of little faith," she growls. "The frequency of supernatural events dulls the senses and it's almost as if they occur seven years apart."

"I'm not even going to ask you to prove that theory," she adds, an eye roll accompanying it.

"And I'm going to pretend we just got past your hang-ups and finally get to the point of my visit," she replies with an equally impressive eye roll. "Klaus isn't dead, at least I don't think so."

"What?" She inhales, suddenly finding her desk a welcome support with shaky legs. "How do you know?"

"He didn't pass through me," she admits. "And knowing Klaus Mikaelson and his abundance of wrath, I would have felt it."

"But maybe not everyone…"

"I can't see him," a male voice interrupts. "And if the guy is dead than that's a little weird." Jeremy enters the room, albeit hesitantly. Although they have a great personal and professional relationship through the school, she's always felt him to be guarded. She wasn't sure why until now.

"But…"

"I kept it from you," he admits. "I'm sorry. I saw how upset you were but suddenly my anger didn't matter as much as you did, Care."

"He felt the need to write me straight away," Bonnie added, sharing a knowing look with one of her best teachers. Caroline had a feeling Klaus wasn't what brought them together but she wasn't about to vocalise it.

"So, what your saying is that…"

"Klaus isn't dead," they both reply in unison like a couple that hasn't realised they are one.

"But the white oak stake, the evil he channeled from Hope," she rambles, the circumstances she's suppressed coming back in quick flashes. As much as Caroline wants it to be true she also doesn't want to get her hopes up. "It was too much."

She feels guilty like she didn't do enough to make him stay. She wanted him to stay.

She wants him here.

Right now.

"Okay, I'm usually a patient person but Katherine freaking Pierce has terrorized me for the last time. That bitch is going down." They all turn to face Elena, who has made her presence known in Caroline's office. Dressed in her usual medical uniform of white coat and her brunette waves cascading over her shoulders, there's no mistaking her vengeful threat. She flashes a photo from her cell, a note written in blood dripping down her mirror.

"Get that original hybrid out of my territory or I will haunt you forever."

"Charming. Gotta love the sweet doppelganger connection you share, sis," Jeremy teases. Her dirty look in return isn't lost on her younger sibling.

"He must be in Hell or at least heading that way," Caroline deduces. "He must have passed."

"Or he's lost on another plane," Bonnie shares. "We can get him back."

"And how do you propose that?"

Suddenly she feels a sense of hope because the weather is still perfect outside. That bastard is messing with her weather reports.

"How does everyone feel about a bonfire tonight?" They are all speechless, Caroline more so because she's full of hope of what can be.

Is he coming back to her

But….suddenly she's confused.

What's the first thing she's going to say to him? Everything she regretted omitting at that bar. The options race around her head, falling like dominos they are that quick.

The day you went away...

Klaus assumes the afterlife is a mixture of penance and peace but right now he's stuck in what seems like a vortex with the occasional screams from an uptight female.

Klaus isn't a betting man but he's fairly certain that screeching is very Katherine Pierce. He knows Hell is his final destination but it seems as if the Queen herself objects his entry.

No surprises there.

But through all the shrill demands he can hear something else.

He can hear her.

And suddenly nothing else matters but her melodic tone begging him to stay.

He loses himself, happy that on his last day she's his personal soundtrack. He can die knowing he loved her with everything and no regrets.

Suddenly he feels an abundance of heat and looking around it's not from hell as expected.