Time After Time
Here’s another of my future Klaroline drabbles and my season five premiere. Just so you know I didn’t incorporate the hollow stuff (mainly because I don’t watch the show - yet anyway).
Caroline has to suspend Hope for making out with her boyfriend at school, deciding that given his overprotective streak it’s probably best to drive to New Orleans with her and break the news in person.
“If you’re lost you can look and you will find me. If you fall I will catch you, I’ll be waiting.”
Somewhere in Mississippi
“Can we play something that was produced in my lifetime at least?”
“Last time I checked naughty, suspended girls don’t have the right to pick the car playlist,” Caroline chided, her eyes firmly trained on the road. “And just for your information, there is nothing wrong with Cindy Lauper.”
“Forget I mentioned it,” she muttered, thinking kids these days didn’t appreciate good music. And since when did she become the responsible adult? Unfortunately being the Principal at the Magic School in Mystic Falls didn’t give her the coolest reputation. Given what had happened with Hope two days earlier, Caroline knew that was also part of the teenager’s animosity towards her.
The school was holding their annual magic fair at the Boarding House next weekend so Caroline had been looking for the outdoor equipment they’d stored in the back shed the previous year. She opened the door, holding her breath so as not to inhale any rogue dust that had gathered over the seasons. It was dark and she fumbled for the light switch on the wall, it was as she did it that she heard some low moans emanating from the corner. If she knew any better it sounded like…
Before Caroline could entertain any further thoughts the switch was on, illuminating the room. Her eyes adjusted to the light slowly but it was difficult not to miss the scene before her. Two half dressed bodies, their sweaty limbs intertwined as they writhed on the floor. The invading light the only thing breaking them from their activities. Four very guilty eyes met hers. For once in her life Caroline was speechless. Not only because of what she’d walked into but because of just who she was. Klaus Mikaelson was going to murder this teenage kid if he found out, that much was sure.
“Get your asses outside pronto,” she ordered, shielding her eyes. “And with a whole lot more clothing on please.” They’d taken their time, skulking outside guiltily with their clothes thrown on haphazardly. “I don’t need to tell you just how much trouble you’re both in.” Roman and Hope both had their eyes downcast now but Caroline was pretty sure their disappointment wasn’t due to guilt but disappointment she’d interrupted their fun.
Their prolonged silence continued, Caroline knowing that this was a difficult decision to make because of the possible consequences. If there was anything she knew well it was Klaus and his thirst for revenge. Never mind the fact Hope was also his only daughter. Who was she kidding Roman had no chance at survival. Given her sympathy it would have been so easy to turn a blind eye but it wouldn’t be Caroline to let them go unpunished. She had a fierce, headmistress reputation to protect after all.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve been caught,” she growled, thinking back to Alaric’s discovery in the grounds a week earlier when they’d first been warned. “You’re both suspended until further notice, I’ll be notifying your parents.” There was no mistaking the fear in Hope’s eyes. Caroline would have been scared too, even if Klaus made it his life’s work to protect her.
On further reflection, Caroline knew a more personal approach would be better to break the news. Over the years she’d seen Klaus a handful of times but he’d kept his distance, something that Caroline initially respected but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t missed him. She figured Klaus would be less likely to kill anyone in his path if she raised it with him face-to-face which meant a road trip to New Orleans with his daughter Hope in tow. If only the youngest Mikaelson had better taste in music.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this, haven’t you ever been young?” Seventeen years young she thought to herself.
“I know plenty about being young, Hope, but I think attempting to have sex on school property is just a little too exhibitionist for someone your age.”
“Well, not that it’s anyone’s business but we, uh, haven’t got that far yet.”
“Not without trying,” she drawled, thinking back to the scene in the shed. “But I have to say for that I am eternally grateful.”
“Why? Because my virginity is a precious gift that needs to be protected or something like that?”
“Actually I was going to say it’s a pretty sad story to tell people you lost your virginity in the equipment shed,” she joked, looking over briefly to send Hope a smile. “You know it’s okay to wait for the right time and place? To be honest I think you’d end up regretting rushing it.”
“So, all the more reason not to tell my father then?”
“Good try,” she growled. “Look, we both know the large newtwork of spies your father has at his disposal and we both know that he’s going to find out about this whether you tell him or not. This way you can get to him first and calmly explain the situation…”
“Now there’s an awkward conversation just waiting to happen.”
“Well, put it this way, he might be less inclined to kill your boyfriend.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“It’s worth a try. Look, I know first hand how, um, overprotective Klaus can be but I will be right there with you.”
“Why are you doing this?” Alaric had questioned her about the same thing, suggesting that given their history it might confuse things emotionally. Caroline had insisted it was her principal’s duty and purely professional but even she’d conceded that she didn’t sound convincing at all.
“Well, I mean he’s less likely to lose it if I’m around,” she offered weakly. “Here’s hoping anyway.”
Before Hope could respond, Caroline heard a loud bang, the car swerving unexpectedly to the other side of the deserted road. She squealed in fright, Hope doing the same thing as Caroline attempted to steady the car even with a busted tire. Hope leaned across placing her hand over Caroline’s to try and help control the car. After a few seconds, Caroline had managed to pull over and cut the engine, both girls looking at each other in relief before she joked to the young brunette. “And you were worried about the music on this trip.”