That Drabble was so cute! Could I please request KC + 1 why are you at my doorstep at 3 in the morning... :)
+ @denielapple asked: 25. “it’s been a long time since i saw your smile” from this prompt list.
Alternate ending to 5x06. Hurt/comfort. Mentions of Hope and Hayley. I also imagine that Caroline has her own suite at the Boarding school where she lives. I don’t know why but uh such is the works of my head.
Caroline startles from her half sleep at the sound of the door knocking. Ever since the rush of events the past two days, she has not been able to fall into restful sleep, finding herself tossing and turning in her bed with only fits of nightmarish dreams behind her eyelids if she were to close them. The image of destruction she snapped out of unconsciousness into ails her. And the question of how exactly she can provide good support for grief stricken Hope once she comes back to school preoccupies her mind. She pulls on her robe before checking the time. 3 a.m. Regardless of who might be at her door, she’s grateful for the distraction. And her gratitude is only enhanced when she finds none other than a certain original hybrid.
“Klaus.” She breathes. “What are you doing here at 3 in the morning?”
“I…” he starts, only to halt. He doesn’t quite carry his usual swagger. Although she can tell he’s trying to maintain a neutral expression. “I had to leave New Orleans. Hope is there and we cannot be in close proximity. I didn’t know where else to go and I got your letter this morning…” It’s only then that she notices the worn out parchment in his hand.
“Of course,” she steps aside. “Come in.”
He drops onto the couch when he walks in, reclining his head back and looking up at the ceiling. The look in his eyes and the heaviness of his movements unsettle Caroline. She’s not used to this Klaus. His temperament, his flirtations, even his tense fighting mood, are things she can deal with. But somber and quiet? She’s not so sure. Without asking, then, she fills two tumblers with bourbon and silently hands him one which he takes with a grateful nod, sitting down next to him, closer than her seventeen year old self would have ever dared. She can feel the heat of his body. A slight movement and their shoulders would brush together. Another inch to the left and their legs would be pressed together.
She clears her throat, takes a sip of the bourbon. Its sting is soothing.
“How’s Hope holding up?” She asks, after the quiet lasts, the only thing breaking it the clinking of ice against glass, as Klaus slowly twirls his glass.
“As well as can be expected.” He says.
She finally turns to look at him, his eyes fixated on the swirling liquid in his glass. “And you?”
The clinking stops. For a moment, he stays like this, completely frozen. Then slowly, he turns to look at her as well, his eyes ever so slightly misty. “I wish I could be with my daughter.”
She holds his gaze, watching the despair swimming in his eyes as he looks back at her, grief barely contained. As if he’s hardly holding himself together. Without even thinking about it, Caroline reaches out and takes his hand in hers. He almost flinches, blinking at the feel of the sudden contact, dropping his eyes to watch their now interlaced hands. The movement of her thumb against the back of his palm seems to fascinate him as he watches it with eyes widened.
“I bet you never thought I’d so willingly take your hand.” Caroline says, attempting to soothe her nerves more than anything. The feel of his rough hands far from unwelcomed, but unfamiliar and strange all the same.
He chuckles at her comment, eyes twinkling with amusement as they meet hers again. And she cannot help but grin back. shocked by the relief that floods through her at his flashing dimples.
“it’s been a long time since i saw your smile.” She breathes.
He raises his eyebrows, tilts his head to the side, the spark in his eyes flaring. “It’s only been twenty four hours, Caroline.” His tone is teasing.
“Hey!” She jabs him in the side with her elbow. “It feels like it’s been a lot longer. Besides, I’m not used to seeing you like this.”
In spite of her defensive tone, she’s still grinning at his laughter. And they fall into comfortable silence once the laughter dies down, both watching their interlaced fingers, both unwilling to let go.
“Hey, Klaus.” Caroline says eventually, breath stuttering at the intense look he gives her when his eyes meet hers again. “I really am sorry. If there’s anything I can do…”
He swallows, looks away. “Just… just stay with me a moment longer?” He looks back up at her, a hint of a plea in his eyes.
She moves closer, closing the gap between their bodies. Hesitantly, she puts her head on his shoulder. He tenses up first, then relaxes, and leans his head against hers. They stay like this for longer than either of them cares to count.
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