We all know that Hayley keeps magically coming out of terrible situations unhurt. But what if, something so simple as falling down the stairs has almost disastrous consequences?

She woke up after a few hours of restless sleep. Klaus had been in a foul mood, no doubt leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. From his loud argument with Rebekah, Hayley determined that something had got in the way of his grand scheme to become king. She had been ordered to bed a few hours earlier and usually, she would not have complied to Klaus' petty demand, but, she really was feeling awful. The raised voices of the blondest original and her 'baby daddy', along with the sound of vases smashing, indicated that Elijah was not around, he would never have allowed his younger siblings to behave in such manner.

Of course, that was a few hours ago. Since then, Rebekah had stormed out of the house, her final comment being a polite, 'you are the biggest Wanker ever, Nik!', followed by the sound of a door slamming, or being taken off its hinges. Silence had followed for a few more moments, until Hayley heard the sound of crystal being slammed down and alcohol being poured. The sound of pouring alcohol continued and it had almost soothed Hayley to sleep until a loud crash awoke her suddenly. A completely intoxicated Klaus had dropped a bottle of Scotch on his way to passing out in his bedroom. At least, Hayley assumed it was a bedroom, she had never been inside, for all she knew, it could have been a torture chamber.

That had been the first time she had woken, but certainly not the last. Nightmares of events from the last few weeks plagued Hayley's mind as she had drifted in and out of consciousness. Many faces appeared but that of Klaus, his hands gripped around her throat was the most prominent, and she sat up, gasping for breath. She needed water.

Listening for any signs of life in the house, Hayley pulled back the covers and slid out of her bed. She could hear the steady heartbeat of Klaus from down the hallway, a reassuring sign that nothing sinister (except for an all powerful original hybrid) lurked in the house. She opened her door and saw darkness. Her werewolf abilities, such as night vision, had seriously been compromised since she became pregnant, but she could see just enough to locate the staircase.

She took her first step onto the staircase and slowly began to walk down. That was until she was about half the way down. Klaus had clearly forgotten to clean up his mess from earlier. Usually, her werewolf senses would have saved her, but they were dulled by the magical bun she carried, along with the lack of sleep. Hayley felt herself slip, and a gasp escaped her lips. Then she was falling, smacking on every step, hitting her skull hard against the floor when she eventually reached the ground for good measure. To make matters worse, the hallway area had been where Rebekah and Klaus had their heated argument earlier and Hayley almost screamed when a shard of glass cut into her side. Almost screamed, because her voice was trapped, paralysed by fear, fear for her baby. She wanted a glass of water, that's all. But now she lay at the bottom of the staircase, damning klaus and his alcohol to hell. That was until the black curtain of pain that had been swamping her since her head hit the ground closed her eyes and her mind.

Upstairs, Klaus awoke fitfully from his drunken slumber. Something wasn't right. He could usually settle himself back to almost sleep by listening to his child's and Hayley's heartbeat from the next room, but the heartbeats were not there. He listened closer and sighed with relief when the sound of his daughters steady heartbeat met his ears but the relief soon turned to slight panic when Hayley's heartbeat wasn't its usual quick pace. Something was wrong with her and even though he pretended not to care, he did. Speeding from his room and into the hallway to turn on the lights, Klaus began to smell blood. A scent which was usually so appealing to him suddenly made him feel sick to his stomach. Once the lights were on, he began to locate the source of the smell.

He stopped dead at the top of the staircase, looking down and finally seeing the sight that lay before him. Hayley was sprawled across the floor at the foot of the stairs. Klaus felt himself vampire speed down the stairs. He then placed his fingers on Hayley's neck, hoping to feel a strong pulse. Instead he was met by the slow, lingering pulse of the girl who carried his child. He felt her cheek and almost pulled back in shock as to how cold she was, a werewolf should never feel that cold, he thought.

"Hayley?", Klaus said, his voice shaking slightly, "Open your eyes."

When she didn't, he began to panic, something out of character for Klaus. He found himself doing something he never thought he would. Asking for help. With one hand placed on the bulge that was his child, he began the call his sister for help. After 10 rings, his stubborn, yet loyal sister picked up the phone.

Nik, I see you've finally seen the error of your ways, but I do not accept your apology and now I would really like to get back to enjoying my drinks with Marcel-

"Rebekah! Don't put your bloody phone down.. I need...your help. It's Hayley, shes hurt and I don't know what to do. Please, just, help me!"

Niklaus, calm down. I'm coming, i promise.

Then she put the phone down. Klaus resumed in his panic. He usually could just feed someone his blood and heal them but the unknown affect his blood could have on his child repressed his urge to bite open his wrist and give Hayley his blood. He tried to recall anything he had read in his 1000 years that would help. He swept Hayley up gently in his arms and in his next breath, he had laid her gently on his bed. At once, his white sheets began to tinge with the blood that was trickling from her side. He remembered that she was cold and grabbed blankets. He knelt beside the bed to locate the source of the bleeding. Pulling up Hayley's shirt, an action which once would have meant something so different, he saw the large shard of glass embedded in her side. His eyes pricked, remembering that he had thrown the vase at the stairs earlier, in his fit of rage. Holding his breath, he pulled gently at the glass, and Hayley cried unconsciously from the pain. He pulled it all the way out, then pushed a blanket to the wound, hoping as she was a wolf, it would heal quickly. He covered the wolf in another blanket to keep her warm, all the time, touching her stomach, soothing his yet to be born daughter.

Klaus had just stood up next to the bed and was feeling Hayley's neck for a pulse, when he felt a cool breeze of air appear beside him. Rebekah had arrived.

She took in the sight of Hayley lying on klaus' bed and the blood that covered her brothers hands and felt a sense of dread.

"Oh my god Nik, what the hell happened? I saw smashed glass and blood on the stairs. Why is there so much blood?"

Klaus turned to look at his younger sister. " I awoke to find her at the bottom of the staircase, she was empaled on glass, but I fixed it, but Rebekah, she hasn't woken up, and shes so cold..." A single tear fell from his eyes.

Rebekah walked to Hayley and sat down on the bed next to her. She had never been a healer, but her mother had dabbled in it, and she knew the basics.

"Hand me your lamp Niklaus", she ordered, and surprisingly her usually disagreeable sibling obliged.

She shone the light into Hayley's eyes, finding that her pupils both reacted well. Rebekah sighed with relief and turned to face her sibling again.

"Her eyes are responding well to light, meaning that she has just knocked herself unconscious. She should wake up pretty soon. I'm guessing she has a concussion though, so she'll be a bit groggy and quite possibly confused, so if you could do your best to be kind and not klaus-like, that would be good", her expression changed as she went on, "I know you've tried to help her, and I'm proud Nik, you really are changing for the better."

Klaus smiled at Rebekah and then sat down next to Hayley. He stroked a piece of her dark hair from her face and took in her beauty for the first time. It was in that moment when he realised he had almost killed this girl, and his child, through his own childish behaviour.

Rebekah saw her brother looking at Hayley and then decided it was time to leave the room. At the door, she turned back to say. "I've called Elijah, he's coming back soon. I'll be downstairs if you need anything or require my excellent nursing skills again." Silence filled the room as Klas sat and watched Hayley sleeping. That was exactly what Hayley woke up to, Klaus, staring at her. She sat up and took in her surroundings, and raised an eyebrow.

"Whats on your mind love?", he asked, softly.

Hayley turned to him slowly and said, "well, apart from this splintering head ache and blurred vision, I was just admiring the normality of your bedroom, I thought it was going to be some freaking torture chamber or something."

Klaus chuckled. "I'm sorry", he whispered, "it's my fault you fell and hurt yourself, I thought for a second..I had lost this baby...lost you.."

Hayley looked at him for a second and feels herself falling slightly in love, then stops herself. "Damnstraight it's your fault. I mean, you seriously need to compel a maid if you insist on leaving your shit everywhere, now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go and lie in my own bed." She moves painfully out of the bed and let's Klaus sweep her up and dump her own bed. For once, he's gentle and passes her some clean clothes. He even turns around while she changes and then covers her with a duvet when she's ready. As he turns to leave, she grabs his arm.

"hey, I was only joking before, thank you. I guess you're not completely evil. But you owe me a glass of water considering last time I tried to get one I almost died." He smiles and she smiles then Klaus leaves. Hayley feels her eyes getting heavy and then falls asleep for a while.

When she wakes up, a cool glass of water is on the bedside table and besides it a note reads 'sorry'. Hayley smiles, rubs her stomach and for the first time, feels confident that Klaus will not be such a terrible father after all.

-The End-