Klaroline Fanfiction Week Day 7: Time Travel
Let’s say this takes place sometime in Season 4 between the Miss Mystic Pageant and the Hybrid Slaughter; basically before everything went to hell.
I could probably be persuaded to continue this, it was really fun to write :)
“I can’t believe this! This is all your fault, you know.”
Klaus sighed, eyes raised to the heavens as he continued to walk behind her through the woods.
“Maybe if you could go five minutes without trying to take over the world-“
“I would hardly call this plan world domination material, love,” he interrupted, halting his steps as she abruptly stopped, turning stiffly to face him.
Caroline leveled a glare at him that would cause most to cower before her. “Oh, my mistake, not the world, just my home town! That’s not nearly as bad,” she said sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Glad you agree,” he said, giving her a grin.
“You’re infuriating!” she cried, turning on her heel and stalking away from him.
The hybrid chuckled softly before continuing after her, contemplating his next move. He certainly hadn’t planned to end up in the middle of the woods, unsure of his exact whereabouts. And Caroline was most certainly not supposed to have interrupted the spell his witch was casting, causing them to be transported here in the first place.
Klaus continued to follow the angry vampire, keeping his distance as she fumed, storming through the woods. He couldn’t understand why she was so upset, it’s not like the spell was supposed to kill anyone; not directly anyway.
“Oh. My. God.”
He was pulled from his thoughts by her startled words, flashing forward to her side, a protective arm shooting out in front of her. Klaus looked at her in question, noticing her open mouth and wide, confused eyes. As he turned to see what had alarmed her, his own jaw dropped at the sight.
“Is that… Stefan?” Caroline whispered, voice full of confusion.
The boy in front of her looked like her friend, yet his hair was longer and his clothes were so… old. He almost looked like he belonged at the Founder’s Day Celebration. Had she forgotten what the date was? No, it was still fall, totally the wrong time of year for that. But then…
Caroline gasped, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as she continued to stare in shock. Klaus turned to look at her, seeking an explanation.
“That’s Stefan,” she said slowly, her voice shaky as she let her hands fall back to her sides. “And that’s Damon,” she continued, trembling finger pointing at the dark haired man who was also sporting longer hair and strange clothes.
“Yes, I can see that, love, what-“
“And that’s Katherine.”