It was strange, the emotion settling in his heart. He couldn't exactly remember when he had last felt so, or if he ever had.

Friend

Klaus mulled the word over in his mind. A soft snort escaped his lips, electing to sit down in the chair and stare into the fire. The whole house was perfumed with Caroline's smell. The towel resting on the arm of the leather seat was the strongest source of the smell. He picked it up and breathed in the heavenly scent.

Caroline

Her name meant song of happiness or joy and that's what she had always been for him. Today his song had been a prayer and she answered it. For once they both had walked away happy. The last time they had done that was the day he escorted her around the Miss Mystic Falls pageant and even then it had her acting under false pretenses. Klaus rested his head against the back of the chair. Yes, it was worth the smile on her pink lips to tell her about Tyler.

What he didn't tell her was he already knew the exact location of the Lockwood boy and had a wolf keeping tabs on him. His words to Hayley had been true. It was much more entertaining to watch Tyler suffer than actually kill him.

Caroline's words about why he kept fixating on Tyler still rang in his head. While most had tried to kill him and he had not forgotten that fact, Tyler was always going to be the worst. He was trying to assert his dominance but Klaus was the only alpha. He wanted Caroline and that was the true reason Klaus forced Tyler out. A simple elimination, welcome to the wolf world.

Now he was slowly getting Caroline. If he had to relinquish a bit of his secret about Tyler's true punishment so be it. The hand had played in his favor, Caroline's small graceful smile proof of his victory. The image of her smile led him back to the emotion coursing through his body.

Friend

He and Stefan had been friends in the 1920s. Marcel was a friend of sorts in the 1700s but that was more of a master and apprentice relationship. But to have a real friendship with Caroline was thrilling. Indentifying his emotions, Klaus let his eyes drift shut, finding himself surprisingly content for the moment. The day's events had all been a product of Silas.

Silas-the painful reminder that there was another immortal out there with powers he still did not know the extent of. Klaus felt his cheeks tightened as he locked his jaw. The contentment was gone, eyes snapping open and pulling out his phone. Scrolling through his contacts his thumb stayed over Caroline's number a moment. He breathed in deeply recalling her direct request not to bother her.

A sly grin broke over his face, she said not to call. She never said no to anything else. What he had to say was more of concern anyway than some request about not bothering her. Tapping open a new message Klaus found himself pleasantly enjoying having the ability to openly have the chance to talk with Caroline.

You need to have a word that can be used in case Silas appears again. I need to know it's you.

His phone buzzed almost immediately.

I said not to bother me. Do you realize the amount of work it takes to plan a prom?

Klaus smirked at the abrupt message. He ran a hand across his chin, rubbing his stubble. There was no doubt with Caroline at the head of this dance; it would be nothing short of spectacular. He mind drifted to Caroline in another dress, an elegant blue dress. She had been the image of grace. Klaus pondered what she was going to wear this time. As his mind spun a fantasy of Caroline in another dress, he remembered the text message he was supposed to be responding too.

He looked back down at the phone, quickly typing out a reply with a devil's grin.

You said not to call. I am simply abiding by those wishes.

His phone was resting in his lap, giving him time to return to a new idea rapidly spinning around in his head. If Caroline was going to be at this prom, however trivial of a human notion it was he wanted her to be so high above the others there that they would be groveling at her feet. The soft vibration on his leg indicated a new message.

But Silas can get in our minds. Wouldn't he be able to see any defense we attempted to have? Besides having a secret word like we're some secret brotherhood out of the Da Vinci Code is just weird.

Klaus rolled his eyes at the cultural reference and muttered, "That's my girl," to no one in particular.

She bypassed his jab completely diving straight into the heart of the matter. Clever and thinking on her feet Caroline and her brilliant mind was one of her greatest assets. One the things Klaus found himself enjoying so much about her.

The phone buzzed again, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

Sorry I'm just annoyed with these girls. They can't do anything correctly unless I spell it for them and out their hands.

Klaus didn't let the snort be held back this time. Caroline was just too entertaining.

I could always have one disappear mysteriously. I am rather thirsty.

Klaus wasn't sure if he meant as a joke or if he was serious. The desire to keep up having his lap buzz with a new message from Caroline was all he wanted. She didn't disappoint.

You are not eating any of my committee members! There is too much to do!

Klaus smiled, the message was written in all caps the virtual indication of Caroline yelling at him. His fingers flew over the screen of his phone to type out a reply and quickly hit send. It was addicting the high of each new message that popped onto his phone.

Caroline kept going on and on about prom details, Klaus finding himself throwing in bits and pieces of advice he had learned about handling Rebekah and her party planning over the years. Was it absolutely below him to be going back and forth about a high school dance? It most certainly was.

However having Caroline to talk him?-worth every moment of having her complain about something not going right. Klaus paused in reading the most recent message, Caroline suddenly telling him she had to go before Miranda lit the table runners on fire, whoever that was.

It was dark outside, the moon high in the night sky indicating it had to have been sometime that he and Caroline had been texting. Klaus cocked his head, never had time gone to so fast for him before and he understood the passage of time.

A soft click of the door behind him indicated someone was coming into the house. Klaus could hear the echoing click of boots and the strong but silent pressure of another set of shoes walking towards. He breathed in deeply, Rebekah and Elijah's scent drifting from the entry hall towards him. Klaus stuffed the phone in his pocket hastily, schooling his face into a more somber expression.

Rebekah frowned at him the minute she stepped into the room, seeing straight through her elder brother's mask.

"What's got you so excited?" she scoffed at him.

It was clear she still wasn't over his daggering of her. Klaus didn't feel guilty about it in the slightest. He stepped up lightly, twinkling his eyes as Elijah came into the room behind her.

"Can't I be excited to see at long last my big brother come to our family home?" he asked the mirth clearly across his features.

Rebekah rolled her eyes at him as she plopped down into the chair Klaus had just been occupying. Elijah's stern brow clearly showed he had no desire for any of Klaus' attitude. Klaus ignored him, diving straight into the matter.

"Now, the cure 'lijah. Shall we settle what to do on the matter?" Klaus inquired gesturing towards another chair for Elijah.

All light attitudes evaporated from the room. Three Mikaelson siblings suddenly sitting round each other with cold faces to mask the emotions. Klaus felt the twinge of fear that he felt earlier in the day as he was forced to his knees in pain. Silas was going to be dealt with.

As they sat there discussing what they should do, it rang in the back of Klaus' mind that he and Caroline had never settled their problem either. They still didn't have something that she could say to him or he to her to know it was truly them.

He gripped his knee in a painful hold, digging into the dark denim in frustration. As quickly as the wave of anger came it left, a small smirk turning at the corner of his lips. It just meant that he had an excuse to talk to Caroline again. He wasn't going to let this go, not until he knew there was some way to keep her safe.