After spending a week in Tyler Lockwood's body, Klaus just wanted to be free. Sure, he'd had some fun with Caroline in the meantime, but now she thoroughly hated him (accusing him of 'abusing' the privilege and 'misleading' her). He'd struck out with her enough times to feel like taking a break from the chase. Sure, he thought to himself as he tightened his white bowtie and examined his reflection in the mirror, I still fancy her, but the girl can be positively irascible at times.

Ten minutes later, Klaus found himself sipping champagne from a glass and schmoozing with one of Mystic Falls' many citizens. He couldn't remember the name she'd flitted past him just minutes before, and he didn't care. He had a hard time caring about people whose companionship wouldn't serve him to some end. Still, he smiled amicably and allowed her to prattle on as he allowed his mind to drift to that resting place where you hear the sounds around you as a dull hum and you're on the verge of sleep. His eyes wandered, exploring the faces in the room as his boredom grew.

And there she was.

He hadn't seen her face in almost a century, and the shock of her familiar beauty surprised him. He didn't try to hide his distraction from the girl who continued talking even as he turned from her to his old friend. She was more than friend really, he admitted to himself, noting the small little smile that touched the side of her mouth as she saw him watching her. She had been a friend, a lover, an enemy, and so much more.

She rose from where she'd been toying with some human male indigenous to Mystic Falls, and the distance between them closed in what felt like hours when it was really just mere moments. She stood amidst the other guests of the party, but he was unfazed by their presence as he looked into those familiar eyes. She looked up at him with her caramel brown gaze, a playful smile on her beautiful face. "You've aged well, Niklaus." Her hips shifted, and he found himself acutely aware of every movement her body made. He offered her a grin, a grin which showed his centuries-old appreciation for her, and he grabbed a passing champagne glass from a waiter's tray to hand it to her. "It's wonderful to see you again, Indigo."

Indigo's contagious smile spread as she turned to walk from the room full of people, leading him through his own mansion to a quieter place where they could talk. "After seventy-five years, I thought you would've forgotten me, mon cher," she replied, a sly smile touching the corner of her mouth as he remembered it was wont to do. He chuckled and shook his head with a wry laugh. "I could never forget you, Indigo Lockwood."

She held a finger up over her lips to silence him. "Shhhh… can't have anyone knowing I'm in town, can we?" she smiled then. "I heard you turned my descendant into a hybrid. Seems you haven't changed much since the Thirties." Her eyebrows tweaked and she smiled slyly at him. Klaus couldn't help but smile at her expression. He had missed her. All of the drama with the Salvatores and Caroline and Tyler and all the others was forgotten as he smiled back at his old friend. "I did…" he answered, trailing off and rolling his eyes in that playful way of his, "He was the only available werewolf at the time, and I need to teach a certain doppleganger a lesson."

"But Katherine…isn't…" Indigo looked confused for a moment, a curious expression on the face of a woman who was always so sure of herself and everything around her.

"No, no, I'm long past worrying about Katherine Pierce and the drama that comes with her. Elena Gilbert is - or at least was - our current doppleganger. You've been away for too long, love."