Hello dear readers, this idea came to me because I'm just tired of all this Klaroline teasing. This is going to be a three-shot and most of it is already written, in other words, I will upload fairly fast.

Also the rating will change. Oh yeah, baby!

Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to TVD; I just love its characters.

"Caroline," Stefan sighed as he shut off his car engine, "I know you don't see it now, but this really is a good thing."

"How? How, Stefan?" Caroline responded, her voice rising with frustration. "I never wanted this. This wasn't supposed to happen."

"You have a future now."

"No. I have limited time. Stefan," she placed a hand over his, "I used to want that future; it's true. I wanted to get married, have a family, grow old with someone…" She glanced outside the car window and looked at the Mikaelson mansion. "There's a whole world out there and I want to see it."

The younger Salvatore watched Caroline look off into the distance and he knew she was remembering something she never discussed with him. She was right. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way; she was never meant to get the Cure.

"Stefan, please," she begged him.

"I can't, Caroline," he replied seriously, "I won't."

It was always the same answer. The same words were spoken after each time she asked him to turn her back. She started to silently cry but she scrambled out his car before he could say anything else.

It was only after she was inside the mansion did Stefan finally drive away.

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The sound of the fire crackling was soothing to Caroline's ears. It was nowhere near cold outside and it took her ages to get it started, but somehow she had needed the flames to keep her warm. Funny, she thought. She was alive again and yet she had felt empty. Lost. Cold.

It had been a little over three months since she was cured. She scoffed at the memory. Things had gotten out of hand and somehow she was the one who got caught in the crossfire.

Eventually Elena switched her humanity back on and now her indecision between the Salvatore brothers was a problem again. Bonnie left town with her mother to go see a coven somewhere about witch-rehab. She would never see Jeremy again and Silas was currently nowhere to be found.

Caroline took a sip of her hot tea; she even missed her dependency on alcohol to keep her blood-cravings at bay. She looked at her laptop screen again and frowned at the blank space: Chosen Major. She would be graduating soon and while she always intended to go to college, in the back her mind she always knew she would have choices. She was always comforted by the fact that if she went to school and decided she didn't want to anymore she would always have another lifetime to go back. But things are different now.

She was human again and that meant that her future happiness and self worth was dependent on her chosen profession because sadly that was how the human world worked.

She shut her laptop and placed it on the coffee table in front of her and then slouched back in the chair. In his chair.

The Mikaelson mansion was hers now. Before he left he signed the papers over to her. She thought back on that day she helped him recover from being stabbed with the white oak stake. They had yelled at each other and then they held each other and then she was about to kiss him but Stefan interrupted them. It wasn't until later that evening did he stop by her house to bid her farewell.

She touched her lips, remembering the kiss they had shared on her front porch.

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It was thunder that woke her. Caroline startled in her sleep at the sound of it and apart from the storm raging outside, she also noticed she was in her bed. Actually in his bed because even though she'd been sleeping in it for the past three months, she still saw the room as his room.

However the last thing she remembered was falling asleep in his chair.

With that in mind she quickly reached for the handgun she kept in the night table. She pointed, ready to shoot with a shaky hand but she pushed forward.

As quietly as her human self could, she began to search through out the mansion, peering into all the rooms and flicking on lights as quickly as her heart was racing.

She exited the movie room and as she began to push open another door she heard someone chuckle behind her. She whipped around but before she could point her gun it was pulled from her hand before she could blink. She watched it land on the wooden floor with a loud thud.

"You really should be more careful, love," Klaus casually spoke.

Caroline's breath caught at the sight of him. He was dressed in his usual attire and of course he was smirking at her. Just seeing him made her heart beat faster. She didn't know why he was back but she also didn't mind. With her hand on her hip she replied, "Yeah, well, I'm thinking about putting in an alarm system."

He chuckled again but then frowned. "That would be wise." He approached her carefully, not stopping until she could feel his breath on her face. "You're human again."

"Yes," she whispered.

Klaus nodded slowly. When he arrived in Mystic Falls, he expected to find Caroline living in his house. It was what he wanted, but when he found her asleep in one of the living rooms, the last thing he would have guessed was that she would be human. Alive. Fragile.

"Klaus? What are you thinking about?" All of a sudden Caroline was worried about how he thought of her now and she could only blame her anxiety on being human again. Sure she maintained her role as Cheer Captain but most of her confidence disappeared along with her immortal life.

He too noticed her self-conscious tone. He could see the self-doubt in her eyes and it made him upset. She was different, he figured, but her earlier sassy response proved she hadn't changed much.

"Come. I need a drink." He took her hand and Caroline could only follow.

**Alrighty well that's part one. Like I said earlier, this will be a three shot and the rating will change. ;)

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