A/N: And here we have the epilogue. Sorry it took awhile. I've been busy with school starting up.
I tried to incorporate some of what people asked for in reviews into the epilogue, and I hope I got most of it :)
Thank you to Sophie for beta work.
Enjoy!
-Angie

"So, this'll work, right?" Caroline asked for what felt like the millionth time.

"Yes," repeated Bonnie, Kol, and Priscilla at the same time, all incredibly exasperated.

"I promise that the theory is sound," Kol said. "We've checked about a thousand times."

"I just don't want anything to go wrong."

"I don't understand why, as it's not exactly your life on the line," Katherine said dully from the seat next to them.

"Yeah, but it's yours," Caroline pointed out, not missing the small smile on Katherine's face. "And Elena's," she added hastily at Bonnie's 'Really?' look.

It had taken two years to find an appropriate human body for Elena to inhabit, and an additional few months to prepare the ritual. At Caroline's insistence, not wanting to cut some random person's life short, they had located a young girl around their age who had no close, immediate family and whose body was working fine, but had been in some kind of accident that would cause her to be comatose, and most likely never wake.

She still wasn't entirely comfortable with it, but she'd done a lot of thinking over the past few years, and Elena was her friend, though to be honest, Caroline wasn't sure she wanted to be friends anymore after this. Still though, Elena deserved a second chance, and Caroline was willing to give it to her.

She'd made Bonnie be the one to call Damon, though.

Klaus had compelled the girl's release from the hospital, and he was meeting them at the ritual site with her, having driven her with the equipment to keep her breathing. They had to use a celestial event, and Kol had suggested the Occultation of Regulus, which was extremely rare, making it powerful.

They pulled over in a field in northern New York State, the night silent due to the early hour, and Caroline watched Kol, Bonnie, and Priscilla prepare the pentagram around the girl's portable hospital bed. Katherine paced in her own pentagram, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

Caroline twisted her fingers while Klaus stood boredly next to her, his arm slung around her shoulders. She moved closer to him almost automatically, letting his calm wash over her.

The spark was still there, the electric crackle underneath their skin that warmed her insides when they touched, and she doubted it would ever go away. She still felt complete with him, and she doubted that would ever change.

The next twenty minutes were nerve-wracking, and Priscilla, as usual, disappeared almost as soon as the spell was done. Everyone went quiet as Elena took her first real, shuddering breath, her eyes flying open, and she sat up, ripping the IVs out of her body, clearly confused by the medical equipment surrounding her.

"Wha-What's going on?"

"Elena," Caroline said cautiously.

"Care? What happened? What's wrong with my voice?"

"Well, Katherine took over your body, and so we body jumped you to a new one. A human one. You know, because you wanted to be human, and so we thought we'd move you to a human body, because that makes sense."

Elena tried to stand up, but stumbled a bit, and Caroline rushed over to support her.

"Your center of gravity is probably off. You know, 'cause you're human now, and this isn't a body that you're used to," Caroline said in a rush, continuing to ramble.

"How long has it been?" Elena asked slowly.

"Three years."

Elena's mouth dropped open, and Caroline could see her expression change as Elena tried to process the information.

Kol, who was clearly growing impatient with Elena's confusion (and was completely unsympathetic due to her participation in his murder), huffed irritably. "Can we all get into the car and get a move on? I have a nine o'clock class."

"You don't even go to class," Bonnie pointed out.

"I do when it's convenient, and right now it's convenient. Ouch, darling, really?"

"I only elbowed you in the side. Stop whining."

"Just because I heal quickly doesn't mean that it's painless."

"Oh, grow up, Kol."

Klaus gave Caroline what could only be described as a long-suffering look, and she sighed. "Everyone in the van, now."

There was a general rush for the front passenger seat, which Caroline won (mostly due to Klaus growling at Kol from the driver's seat when his brother got there first), and five minutes later they were on their way. Bonnie was uncomfortably pinned between Kol and Elena in the back row while Katherine kicked the back of Klaus's seat from the middle, leaning against the medical equipment that had been wedged haphazardly next to her, Caroline sending him dark looks whenever he threatened to pull her heart out if she did it one more time.

"Are we there yet?"

"Kol, I swear, if you ask again–"

"You'll turn this car around and go straight home? Because that seems quite in-line with my goals at this poin–"

There was a loud cracking sound, and the car swerved as Klaus turned around to see what happened, leaving Caroline to grab the wheel and force them back on paved road.

Bonnie was rubbing her temples while Elena stared determinedly out the window, and Katherine turned back from Kol's body, his head hanging at an awkward angle, and shrugged unrepentantly.

"He was bothering me."

"Are we there yet?" Klaus grumbled under his breath, and Caroline turned up the radio in response.

XXX

"Kol!" Caroline screamed, stomping out of the kitchen to the living room, and stand directly in front of Kol, blocking the television. "What the fuck did you do?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, giving her an exasperated look.

"There's some unidentifiable orange powder all over the counter. It looks like EasyMac, but I'm afraid to taste it, and we both know Katherine thinks that EasyMac is for 'heathens'," Caroline said, making airquotes.

"Why do you always assume it's my fault, Caroline? What if I didn't do anything?"

She glared at him, and he just shrugged, trying to move on the couch so that he could look around her body at the television.

She sighed. "All right, fine. Who did it?"

"I didn't say that I didn't do it, I asked why you always think it's my fault," he said, giving her a cheeky grin and catching the pillow she threw at him, throwing it on the floor.

"Clean it," Caroline growled. "Honestly, Kol, we've been living together for three years, and you still don't clean up your messes. It isn't that difficult. You are an adult. Pick up after yourself."

"The hybrids come Tuesday and Friday to clean."

"Yes, and I'd like the apartment to still be clean on the other days of the week."

"All right, all right. Someone's cranky," Kol mumbled, getting up. "You would think that you'd be happy to be graduating, but it seems to just be making you angrier every day."

"That's not true," Caroline said, massaging her temples.

"I think you're scared of moving to New Orleans with the rest of us," Kol said bluntly.

Caroline shrugged, still surprised at how creepily good Kol was at observing other people. "Not so much scared as nervous."

"What's the difference?"

"Well, I know I'll be safe. I'm just worried about what people will think about me, I guess."

"Ah. Well, unluckily for what will most likely be a very small minority, they don't get a vote on whether you'll be queen or not."

"Queen?" Caroline asked, turning to frown at him. "What are you talking about?"

"Nik is the self-proclaimed King of New Orleans. You're his...person. So, you're the queen."

"I'm his person?"

"Well, 'girlfriend' sounds wrong, you're not married, 'lover' makes it sound positively scandalous. I don't know what you want me to call it."

"I'm his mate, Kol."

Kol gave her an exasperated look and turned to get another Mountain Dew out of the refrigerator. "Look, Caroline, it'll be fine. If you want to fret some more, find Nik."

"Fine, I see how it is," she said, letting out a long-suffering sigh for dramatic effect. "He'll be back tonight. I'll just go sulk in my room. All alone. By myself. Fretting."

She turned before she could see what she knew would be one of Kol's epic eyerolls.

XXX

"Elena Gilbert," the woman at the podium called, and Katherine restrained a wince at the name.

She really needed to stop procrastinating and file her change of name form.

Katherine shook the woman's hand, smiled for the cameras, and strutted back to her seat, giving Caroline, who'd received her diploma a few names earlier, a small smile.

She scanned the audience impatiently until the ceremony was over, her heart sinking as she failed to spot Elijah every time she looked.

Ever since the truth of her death came to light, he'd been evasive. She preferred to think it was the result of the whole cure debacle, but she knew it was more than that. He had trusted her, she hadn't betrayed that trust, and he wasn't quite sure how to deal with it.

They had spent the entire time they'd known each other with him reaching out, Katherine nearly giving in, and then her betraying his trust and running away. The fact that she hadn't seemed to behave according to pattern apparently startled him, and if Elijah didn't like one thing, it was change.

He had been avoiding visiting, only coming to see his family, though he had replied to Caroline's extra-formal graduation invitation with an affirmative answer. When she finally stood up with the rest of the Class of 2014, she felt dejected, and just a bit betrayed. Elijah never broke promises.

At least, not to her. Never to her.

"Top of the class in the history department, with a degree in European History, emphasis on the Renaissance. Do you not consider that a bit unfair to your classmates, Katerina?"

Katherine froze, turning slowly to face Elijah, who was smiling slightly, brushing a small leaf off the jacket of his perfectly pressed suit.

"You're here," she said, her voice guarded.

"Indeed. I wouldn't miss it."

"I guess you did RSVP," she said, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

Elijah stepped towards her, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss her palm, his eyes dark, gaze heated, and before he removed his lips, she continued speaking. "Let's do this somewhere else."

"I have much to say before I take you to bed, Katerina."

"That's confident of you, considering that you've barely talked to me in the last few years," she said before she could stop herself, pulling her hand away from his. "But that's not what I meant. This whole graduation thing has been done to death. I want something special and original."

"You don't ask much of me," he said dryly, though she could see his amusement from the way his lips turned up at the corners.

"You wouldn't love me any other way," she said, trying to keep her own confidence, turning to walk away to the front plaza of the school. "You have twenty-four hours to convince me that I should forgive you for being such a first-rate jackass."

She'd already forgiven him, to be honest. Elijah didn't give up on anyone or anything, and he loved her (and she him). She resisted the urge to turn back and see what she knew would be his expression of perfectly mixed lust and affection, instead adding an extra sway of her hips as she moved.

Yes, they were meant to be, but she did like it when he groveled.

XXX

"Bonnie?"

"What?" Bonnie asked from the study.

Kol walked in, sinking down on the small couch wedged against the wall, and Bonnie looked up from her Biology textbook. "What, Kol?" she repeated.

He just stared at her for a few seconds before shrugging and propping his feet up on the armrest, tossing a pencil in the air and catching it repeatedly.

Bonnie, used to this sort of behavior, just rolled her eyes and turned back to her book, mouthing the words as she read them and transferring key points to her notebook.

"Bonnie?"

"What, Kol?" she asked, looking up at him exasperatedly.

"I love you."

She opened her mouth and closed it again, frowning, before closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. "Give me two minutes to finish this chapter."

"Honestly, darling, really? I tell you that I love you and you want to finish your chapter?"

"Well, if I tell you that I love you now, you're going to tackle me against the desk, probably fucking up my notes and ripping my textbook, and I'm going to have no notes for the open-book test tomorr–"

She was cut off by his lips on hers as he tugged her against him, easily pulling her up to wrap her legs around his waist. "I'll buy you one at the bookstore tomorrow," he said in-between the kisses he pressed to her skin.

"My test–"

"Your professor is going to conveniently come down with something."

"That's cheating, Kol," she said, her breathing growing more ragged. "Just two minutes. You've been alive how long now?"

"A long time," he said, too lazy to do the math.

"Two minutes isn't that long to wait, then," she pointed out, wriggling out of his grasp, and he let her, sitting down on the couch, a bit petulant.

"Fine."

She sat back down, clearly suppressing a smile, and he felt like each scratch of her pencil against notebook paper was taking an eternity.

Despite his age, Kol was not patient.

At all.

"Okay," she said, putting down her pencil and looking up, and Kol resisted the urge to tell her that patience was something that really only happened for her and could she please get a move on, instead looking at her expectantly.

"I love you too."

"Excellent. Glad we cleared that up," he said, pushing himself up and stalking to her, more than a bit predatorily, and she bit her lip as he approached.

"Me too. Oh my god, Kol, put me down!"

XXX

Caroline stirred slowly, her vision bleary as she heard familiar footsteps climbing up the stairs, and she smiled as Klaus walked in, closing the door behind him and shrugging his jacket off before stripping and climbing into bed behind her. She sighed softly as she snuggled into his chest, tangling her legs with his. "How'd it go?" she asked, her voice slightly rough from sleep.

"Just fine, love."

"Good."

He hummed in agreement, burying his nose in her hair, his breath hot against her neck. She'd gotten used to the heightened feeling of touch and sound in the last three years, the way his breath made her shiver, the color of his eyes when he looked at her, and the sensation of everything that was so much more, even than when she'd first turned to a vampire.

"I missed you," she mumbled.

"I was only gone for a few days, love."

"I know. I wasn't inconsolable or anything," she said teasingly, humming in contentment as his fingers made light circles on her hip.

"I would have felt it if you were," he said, his lips moving against her skin.

"That's true."

She turned over to face him, smiling and burying her nose in his neck, letting her eyelids droop.

"What, no welcome home sex, love?"

She pulled back and cracked an eye open to look at him. "Seriously?"

"Worth a try," he said, and she could feel his smile against her temple as she snuggled back against him, and his hand drifted down to rest on her ass.

Just his proximity to her made the ache start between her thighs, and she pressed herself closer to him, almost without noticing, trying to encourage him. She felt him smile against her skin, his hand stroking her waist before moving to cup her breast under the shirt she'd stolen from his dresser to sleep in, pinching the nipple lightly, making her sigh as she felt his cock growing hard against her inner thigh.

"Klaus…"

"Sorry, love, I'll stop."

"No, keep going," she mumbled. "It would be rude to start and then stop."

He laughed quietly. "Would it?"

"Yes. It would," she said, spreading her legs and hooking one over his waist, moaning softly as he circled her wet entrance.

"Turn over," he said, pushing her lightly so that she was on her stomach and fingering the hem of the shirt, pulling it up to press a kiss to her hip and pulling her to her knees.

He pushed two fingers inside of her, making her moan and roll her hips against his fingers, before kissing up her spine following the hem of the shirt, his tongue darting out to taste every creamy inch of skin revealed as he pulled the fabric up her body.

"I want you."

He smiled against her shoulder, planting soft kisses on her skin to her neck, his tongue, lips, and teeth moving pleasurably against her, making her core ache. She felt the head of his hard cock press against her entrance and he swore under his breath as he pushed inside her.

She clenched around him, his cock filling her perfectly, and she let out a sharp gasp as he began to move.

She would never get tired of the sensation of him moving inside her, the way his cock hit her g-spot with every thrust, how the intense coil of pleasure built inside her as their skin slapped together, fast and rough and right.

"I missed this so much, Caroline. The way you look, bent over with your face buried in the pillows as I fuck you hard, the way you scream my name while you claw at the sheets. You're so wet for me, Caroline, your pussy hot and tight around my cock. Does it feel good when I fuck you?"

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes shut tight as he pounded into her, the bedframe creaking quietly as it moved in pace with his thrusts. "Faster, Klaus. Please."

She moaned loudly as he whispered all the ways he wanted to fuck her, the filthy things he'd do to her, the way he'd make her beg to come, and she felt her core tighten as she prepared to tip over the edge, her pleading for more and harder echoing around the room until she felt the pressure snap. She bit down hard on the pillow, moaning loudly through her gritted teeth as her body trembled from the intensity of her release, and she heard him growl out her name as he fucked her through her orgasm, spilling inside of her moments later.

He collapsed on top of her, his body a pleasant weight on hers, and she smiled slightly as he nibbled her ear, their shared contentment blooming within her, warm under her skin.

"I love you," she mumbled, tilting her head to the side to give him better access to her neck.

"So I've been told," he said teasingly as he nuzzled her skin.

She scoffed and wriggled out from under him, flipping them over to straddle him and rest her head on his chest. "Rude. Although I shouldn't have expected anything else from the Alpha King of Werewolves or whatever."

"Or whatever," he agreed, his lips twitching.

"Shut up," she mumbled, closing her eyes and humming in contentment.

She felt the rumble of his chest under her cheek as he chuckled, and his arms tightened around her, holding her steady against him, his nose buried in her hair to inhale her scent.

"And I love you, my mate," she heard him say right as she drifted off.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Did you like how it wrapped up? Tell me your thoughts!
If you're anxious to see more of the Koltholine BroT3 roommate stuff, I have a drabble series that will be updated randomly called "Under My Roof" which chronicles the adventures/hijinks of said roommate arrangement. There will be more of Bee in that, which is really the reason I wanted to write it. ;)
You can check out my other stories on my profile. My tumblr is thetourguidebarbie, and you can also check me out on twitter at AngieWritesKC (although I'm hardly ever on twitter).

Thank you so much for reading this story! It's been a fun one :P

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-Angie