Surprising Allies

So the synopsis for TO 2x21 makes it sound like Klaus will have woken up from being daggered and be out for revenge.  Caroline is gone for TVD 6x20, dealing with her grief and guilt over flipping the switch.  What if these writers were to actually use this fact for a crossover?  The writers will never give that to us, so I decided to write a quick version of a “could-have-been.”

No one ever pays attention to the pretty blonde in the background.  

               Caroline uses that to her advantage, but it doesn’t stop her from feeling rather insulted.  Not necessarily because she thinks Elijah and Rebekah and their bad of merry misfits should view her as a threat – she doesn’t – but more because they both know her, and shouldn’t they be at least a little  bit curious as to why she’s miles from home across several state lines?

               But they don’t notice her, and instead she finds out that Klaus is hidden away in the Bayou, well and firmly put down by a little witch and protected by a handful of werewolves.

               It’s a calculated risk she takes, going out there to find him.  But if the werewolves manage to get in a bite… well, they’ll either kill her, or she’ll kill them and get to the cure.  Besides, it’s not like she’s never taken on a werewolf before, and it turns out to be remarkably easy.

               A few snapped necks and a bit of guilt… but what’s a little more guilt when she’s already swamped with it?  Besides, those wolves would have killed her without a second thought, so turnaround is fair play or whatever.

               And now she’s caught in a moral quandary.  She fled Mystic Falls and Stefan and the reminder that both held of what she did without her humanity, and came to New Orleans for a very specific reason.  People who do terrible things are just terrible people… well, she’s done terrible things.  Now she’s not sure how to come back from that.  But he would be.  Klaus.  Klaus who was put down by his own siblings for reasons Caroline isn’t entirely sure of, and she doesn’t know if it’s because he really needed to be put down, or if it’s just more Mikaelson family drama.  Maybe he stole one of Elijah’s suits and spilled on it or something.

               They’re the Mikaelsons – it’s possible.

               Her hand hovers over the dagger, and does she really want to do this?  Will he go on the warpath and just put the blood of more innocents on her fingers?

               Sometimes, the guilt is so overwhelming she wants to fall to her knees, and she’s been playing with that switch again, even though she knows now that nothing good can come from it.  But anything would be more bearable than the guilt, and Caroline hadn’t understood the extremes of vampire emotions, not until now.  Not until she thinks of every victim she claimed, their faces painted on her eyelids when she closes her eyes.

               Her hand tightens around the dagger and she pulls it out with a quick yank.  It’s done. She’s made her decision.

               God, she hopes she didn’t make yet another monumental escape.  They’re piling up against her now.

               Giving her mother blood, Stefan, turning off her humanity, Stefan, bringing out the Ripper, Stefan… God, how pathetic is it that a boy is her biggest mistake when she’s derailed her life?  But he is and just thinking of him makes her want to throw up.

               They had slept together.  

               She tries not to think about it, and wishes that Klaus would hurry up and wake up.  And isn’t it sad, that on her new list of mistakes, he doesn’t even crack top ten? When did that happen?

               There’s a groan and he’s sitting up, and Caroline flashes to his side with a blood bag.

               “Easy,” she says, supporting his body as he tears into the bag.  “Take a moment, catch your bearings.”

               “Caroline?” he asks, looking at her with dazed eyes for a moment.  But this is Klaus, and after a thousand years dazed doesn’t last long.  His eyes sharpen and darken and his fangs drop, anger written across his face.  “Elijah. I’ll tear that traitorous brother of mine to pieces.”

               “I didn’t pull the dagger out so you could pursue a vendetta,” she says, her voice sharp, and he pauses at the exit to the sad little shack where he had been stashed.

               “The dagger,” he says, spinning back to her.  “Where is it?”

               “Sit down and I’ll tell you,” she replies coolly. “I’m need of your assistance.”

               “Oh?  Werewolf bite again?”

               “I turned off my humanity, actually.  And now that it’s back on, I’m not quite sure how to live with myself.”

               It’s clear he’s at war with himself.  That the part of him that’s kept him alive for a thousand years demands he take out the threat his siblings have become.  But there’s another part of him, the one only Caroline ever got to see, that cares about her more than it does vengeance, and that part is what pulls him back and has him sitting down.

               “I’m not the type to teach morality, Caroline. I’ve done horribly monstrous things, and I’ve felt no guilt over any of them” – he pauses and looks at her, she sees his throat bob in a gulp and his eyes flash to her stomach, where he had once skewered her, then to her neck, where he’d bitten her, and had Tyler bite her. She wonders if he’s thinking of that too, or if it’s just fanciful thinking on her part -
“Rarely have I felt guilt over them.”

               “How?” she asks, reaching out and grabbing his hand. Then she recoils as though burned, because the contact had shocked her – heat and electricity – and she doesn’t know if it was real, or if there’s still something there between them.  She doesn’t want to think about that.  She can’t handle guilt and… things she might have almost felt for him.  His fingers flex, and he looks as though he wants to reach out and touch her in return, but he manages to refrain.  “How do you live with it?”

               He looks at her, his gaze contemplative.

               “Time,” he says at last, and Caroline nearly snarls, because what the hell kind of answer is that?  “Snarl all you want, but that won’t change the truth, Caroline. In time, death will no longer both you. With more time, causing death will cease to bother you as well.  Eventually, all that will be left is the monster.  And that’s how you will live for centuries… until one day, if you’re lucky, a baby vampire with sunshine in her hair will remind you that there’s more to life than that.”

               Caroline gulps when he reaches out to touch her hair, his fingertips grazing against her ear.  That’s too much like a confession for her.  And too much emotion…

               She’s just barely holding on.

               “Not so much sunshine anymore,” she whispers, a tear falling down her cheek and he wipes it away.

               “You will always be sunshine, Caroline. Perhaps a little burnished, but it’s still there.  I still see it.  I think even when you’ve lived those centuries, it will never quite go away.  That you will never quite be lost to the monster entirely.”

               “I wish you were right,” she says shaking her head. He smiles and presses a kiss to her forehead.

               “I am.  And someday you’ll see that.  That you can feel your guilt?  It shows that you still have that light.  And that’s why you must go now.  Because this place is filled with horrible things that you don’t want, not right now.”

               “Dahlia,” Caroline says and Klaus’ gaze sharpens on her.

               “How do you know that name?”

               “I can listen as well as anyone.  Who is she?”

               Klaus looks at her with a considering gaze.

               “A very powerful witch,” he replies at last.  “And one that I may need the help of to put my sister Freya down.”

               The new sister that had been with Elijah and Rebekah… and Caroline isn’t going to touch that.  She bites her lip, because what she says next could possibly be viewed as a betrayal of sorts, considering all the things Klaus did to her friends.

               But he also helped her, at least a little bit.  Because even though she feels hopeless still, it helps to know that she has one person left in her corner at least.  

               “I know this coven.  Getting them to help you… it won’t be easy.  But if you can, then you won’t need Dahlia.  You can get rid of both of them,” she scrawls out the contact for the Gemini coven and then hesitantly hands it over.  “You didn’t get that from me.”

               Klaus looks at the information, then back at her.

               “Why?” he asks simply.

               “Because” – she shrugs –“I needed to hear that. That someone still saw some good in me. Because I can’t.  So this is my thanks.”

               She gets to her feet and makes to flash away, when Klaus’ voice halts her.

               “The dagger, Caroline?” he asks, and she turns back to him with a sad smile.

               “You said you still see the light in me… well, despite everything I know there’s some good in you.  So consider this my second parting gift.  No one will ever know where that dagger is but me, because you Mikaelsons, you need to learn that family means not putting each other down. Consider this the first lesson.”                

               And then she flashes away.

“Fire with Fire” — (8:00-9:00 p.m. ET) (Content Rating TBD) (HDTV)

A FAMILY DIVIDED — After discovering that he’s been betrayed by his own siblings, Klaus (Joseph Morgan) teams up with an unlikely ally and sets off on a warpath, hell bent on revenge. Amidst the news that Klaus is on the loose, Elijah (Daniel Gillies), Rebekah (guest star Maisie Richardson-Sellers) and Freya (guest star Riley Voelkel) move forward with their plan to lure Dahlia (guest star Claudia Black) to the compound and take her down once and for all. Meanwhile, Hayley (Phoebe Tonkin) and Jackson (guest star Nathan Parsons) attempt to escape through the flooded bayou, even as Marcel (Charles Michael Davis) finds himself hunted by a dangerous new threat. Finally, Davina (Danielle Campbell) is presented with an offer that could allow her the chance to bring back Kol, though it will require her to make a life-altering decision. Leah Pipes and Yusuf Gatewood also star. David Straiton directed the episode written by Michael Narducci (#221). Original airdate 5/4/2015.

Candice, darling, I love you… But Steroline? “Slow burn over the seasons”? 


Stefan and Caroline were the most awesome brotp and Caroline wanted Elena to be with “her epic love” and wanted Stefan “to be happy” and then, Klaus got his own show (in a manner of speaking since we all know it’s the “Let’s Launch Phoebe Tonkin’s Career Show Even Though That’s a Lost Cause” Show).

Then suddenly they’re sharing sideways glances at prom. In Season FUCKING FIVE. 

There’s been no inkling of romantic Steroline because it was nipped in the bud in Season 1 when Caroline was human, then he vowed to be there for her as she transitioned how he should’ve been there for Vicky. She became his 21st century Lexi and when even LEXI teased him about their relationship being more than friends, he cut her to the quick; and he did that with his humanity on.

So then Steroline “finally happens” after a “slow burn over the seasons”…when A) Klaus is on another show/in New Orleans B) both of their humanities are off C) the female lead of the show and Stefan’s former “epic love” is going to be leaving the show D) Julie Plec goes through her check list of which relationships/characters she still needs to ruin on the show.

Please don’t pretend like you’re on board with Steroline when up until this season, all you did was voice your opinion against Steroline turning romantic.

Guys and girls are 100% platonic friends in real life and further degrading an already incestuous cast of characters is tactless, annoying, and lazy writing. Period.

For the two people in both the Girl Genius and Homestuck fandoms

I just caught up to Girl Genius and, as is the course of nature for a homestuck, started thinking about classpect assignments.

Agatha Is such a Witch of Breath. There are no other options. Can I control her? Can you?? Can anyone tell this child what to do? No, and she will take the sixteenth brainwashing gadget she’s seen today, add it to her arsenal of things that were meant to control her but now do her bidding, probably make something very important to you explode, then disappear so that you cannot find her until the next very large explosion.

Klaus is a Prince of Something. The guy has a plan and knows how to carry it out, and he will wreck my shit, your shit, his own shit, and even his son’s brain to make sure it stays according to plan.

Lucrezia’s a Witch of Heart. This works both in that she enjoys switching souls around to newer and more inappropriate places, and in the more punny sense that she bewitched Bill and a lot of other people, before she started literally enslaving their minds.

I kinda wanna peg Tarvek as a Blood player. A lot of people are reluctant to do that because we don’t really know what Blood players do, but I think that’s why it fits. No one’s really sure what’s up with that guy or what he wants at any given time. Give the most enigmatic aspect to the most shifty-looking guy on the playing field, why don’t you. It’s either that or Void! An idea I also like, but Blood just feels right here, yfeel?

Gil I have no idea, sweet darling summer child. Maybe he’s a Page? I dunno.

This stuff can be Hogwarts-House levels of serious, so feel free to jump in with suggestions!


Damon (Denial) - He wouldn’t believe you were dead, he grew up with you and after all the years spend together he didn't want to let you go, not yet…

Stefan (Heart broken) - Since you grew up with Damon you had grown close to Stefan, he had grown feeling for you but never had the guts to say anything. Now he wont ever get the chance to..

Bonnie (Shocked) - She couldn't believe you were gone, she didn't know what to do or say, she was speechless..

Elena (Hurt) - You, Bonnie and Elena become close friends, you 3 often wound up Damon and Stefan for a laugh..Now she didn't even have that..

Kol (Lost) - Even though you was friendly with the Salvatore’s you saw the good in everyone, you helped Kol when ever he went on a rampage. Now he had no one..

Klaus (Scared) - You was his one true love, you two was inseparable. Now he won’t find any one like you because you were one in a kind, he was scared of being alone for the rest of his life.

Elijah (Upset) - He didn't know you as well as everyone else, he still cried because he knew how much you meant to his family..

Rebekah (Broken) - You two had grown close together, she always stood by you no matter what, now she didn’t know what to do..

anonymous asked:

Can you write me a drabble where Caroline gets rejected by Tulane? I always read the ones where she's accepted but I'd like to read this version too. Thasks!

Thumbing through the small pile of mail on the hallway table (seriously, even the mighty Originals received junk mail, bills - which she still didn’t know if they paid or not - and letters), Caroline gasped as she came across the long-awaited cream envelope addressed to her.

Dropping the rest of the mail back onto the table, she stared at her letter for a moment before turning on her heel and making her way to the living room of their New Orleans home where she knew the hybrid she was after would be.

“Its here! Klaus!” she all but squealed, hurried steps taking her to where he sat lazily in the corner of a couch with a book in hand and a glass of blood from breakfast in the other. “Klaus, its here!”

He looked up with a confused frown, brows puckering as she waved the envelope in the air. “What’s here, love?”

“The letter from Tulane!” Caroline clarified, a grin pulling on her mouth as she settled onto the couch next to him and turning so she was facing him. Flipping the letter around in her hands, she bit her bottom lip when she glanced back at up him with a hint of apprehension in her eyes. His confusion had dissolved into an amused understanding, nodding and putting his glass to the side and his book facedown in his lap to give her his complete attention. “I’m nervous. This is worse than Whitmore. At least then I had a backup, and a backup to the backup, and then the final, I-don’t-really-want-to-go-here-but-I’ll-apply-just-in-case-I-need-it backup.”

Klaus chuckled silently at her typical nervous act of babbling. “Right,” he said dryly, licking his lips to keep his smirk at bay when she reached out and lightly slapped him on the chest.

“Don’t laugh. You know how neurotic I was back then,” she scowled, huffing when he merely chuckled out loud this time.

“‘Back then’?” he asked skeptically, but Caroline ignored him this time with a light smile, noticing he had unintentionally (or perhaps intentionally; with Klaus, she never knew) calmed her down to the point where she had forgotten all about her nerves.

It had been a few years since she had graduated from Whitmore, majoring in drama. After travelling by herself for just over a year, she had found herself on Klaus’ doorstep in New Orleans for Mardi Gras and had never left since (with the exception of the frequent getaways they took to wherever caught their fancy). However, the need to settle down for a little while had called recently, and after discussing it with Klaus, she had decided to go back to college.

Slipping a nail under the lip of the envelope, she slid it across the glued paper to open it up and pull out the letter she had been waiting on for months. Unfolding it, she scanned it once, twice, before realising she wasn’t taking any of it in. Inhaling deeping, she took a second before starting at the top and reading out loud slowly.

“‘Dear Ms. Forbes. Thank you for your interest in Tulane University. After careful consideration of your application, I am sorry to inform you that we are unable to offer you a place in the class of 2022.’” Caroline paused in slight shock, swallowing and keeping her eyes fixed onto the letter as she allowed the news to wash over her. She could hear Klaus’ breathing change, indicating he was about to speak (she had learnt a lot about him over the years after spending so much time together), but she carried on at a rapid pace before he could talk. “‘This year’s application pool was the strongest in the school’s history, and we are unable to offer admission to every student who met our standards. We greatly appreciate your interest in Tulane, and we offer our best wishes of success as you pursue your educational goals.’”

The letter was signed by the Dean of admissions, but she could barely make out the name through the disappointment that ran through her. She could hear her blood pumping in her ears, and her vision clouding momentarily until Klaus’ voice broke through her haze.

“I’m sorry, Caroline,” he apologised softly, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly.

Folding the letter back up, she tucked it into the envelope carefully. “I guess that’s that, then,” she sighed before lifting up her head and gazing at him. Sympathy was written clearly on his face as he raised his hand to cup her cheek. Shaking her head, she forced a watery smile and a steady voice as she tried to assure him, “No, its fine. It was stupid to think I’d get in on merit alone.”

“You have great merit, love. They don’t know what they’re talking about,” Klaus told her matter-of-factly, stroking her cheek tenderly, and she could tell that he actually believed what he had told her. Unfortunately, in this instance, his faith in her simply wasn’t enough for her to do what she wanted.

Placing a hand on his, she lifted it off her face and pressed a kiss to his palm before dropping it onto the couch. “I need to go tell my mom. She’s been waiting to hear for days,” she muttered, pushing herself onto her feet.

“Sweetheart-” he tried, raising his hand in attempt to grasp onto her arm, but she moved out of his grip before he could.

“Its fine, Klaus. Seriously,” Caroline insisted, offering him one final timid smile as she headed for the stairs and leaving him behind in the front room by himself.

Stomping down the stairs a couple of hours later, Caroline was a woman on a mission as she headed for the garage. Walking with a purpose, she kept her chin held up high and strode with determined steps past every room on her way, ignoring the footsteps she heard approaching from behind on of the doors.

“Caroline?” Klaus called out, but she refused to stop in fear of losing her confidence in the plan she had conjured up whilst in their bedroom. “Love! Where are you going?”

“To Tulane,” she replied sharply, taking the short flight of stairs that led to the lower level of the house.

“Ok…” he muttered, catching up with her easily and falling into step with her as they made their way to the garage. “Why, if I may ask?”

“Because I need to know why they rejected me,” Caroline told him harshly, and she could see him purse his lips from the corner of her eyes before nodding hesitantly.

“Perhaps you should email them first,” he suggested even as he opened the door to the garage for her gallantly.

“I have, and then I called my mom and she asked why they rejected me. I didn’t have an answer so after hanging up with her, I called the admissions office,” she informed him, strolling past the vast collection of cars the Mikaelson had (because having one car each was never enough) and towards her trusty green Beetle she had bought when first moving to the city. “They put me on hold for over an hour, and do you know what they told me?” she asked rhetorically, twirling around abruptly to face him and causing Klaus to stop immediately lest he bumped straight into her.

“What?” he prompted carefully, watching as the indifferent mask she had tried to keep up in anger began to slip and melt into hints of upset and hurt.

“That my application was strong, and had there been less applicants, I would have gotten it,” Caroline explained with a scoff, throwing her hands up and tilting her head up towards the ceiling with an unamused laugh. “It was a lottery, Klaus! In the end, they chose who got in based on luck! How stupid is that?”

Pausing, he waited until she allowed her arms to fall to her sides in defeat before softly saying, “Its ridiculous. Absolutely abysmal.”

“I just really thought I’d get in,” Caroline admitted, lowering her head to look at him again with glistening eyes and trembling lips. “I really wanted to go to Tulane.”

Sighing despondently at the sight of her tears, Klaus pulled her gently into his arms until she was pressed up against him with her face tucked into the crook of his neck. “I know, love. I know,” he murmured comfortingly, running a hand soothingly over her hair as he kept the other around her waist to hold her tightly.

He could feel the warm tears make contact with his bare skin slowly, ceasing completely within a few minutes, yet the pull in his heart still ate at him to try and fix it for her. It was a feeling he was still getting use to; putting someone else’s happiness before his. Caring about someone else’s happiness was a new feeling he had quickly come to terms with (it was easy to want Caroline happy simply because of the light she radiated), but he had never before gone out of his way to make it happen.

“Are you sure you’re completely against compulsion on getting in?” Caroline nodded against his shoulder, and he let out a petulant breath before another, more human, idea came to him. “How about a generous donation?”

Caroline stilled against him. “How generous are we talking about?” she asked slowly, words muffled against his shirt but his supernatural hearing picked it up easily.

“Enough to have a lecture theatre named after you,” he reasoned, a smile curving onto his lips when he felt her shake in quiet laughter in his arms.

Pulling back, she looked up at him with a forced pout. “I’d prefer an auditorium.”

“That’s possible, too,” he assured her, quickly enough that Caroline had to wonder whether he was taking her joking far too seriously. He had a habit of remembering her offhanded comments about something she wanted, or wished for, or simply thought was lovely, and doing whatever was needed so she could have it.

“Maybe next time,” she shrugged, watching him as he watched her with a determined look and gently wipe away any tears clinging to her lashes with a swipe of a thumb.

“No. Next time, you’ll get in. And if you don’t, you’ll try again. Because that’s who you are,” he told her. Tilting her head to the side, she smiled at him lovingly and nodded, because they both knew that was exactly what she would do. “Until then, how about I take you out to lunch and we can discuss what to do with your free year?”

“Sounds like a plan,” she agreed, allowing herself to be guided to his sleek black sports car with a hand on her back and a weight off her shoulders.