Prompt no. 2! "Did you forget I'm the sheriff's daughter? I know a few tricks with this little thing. It's just a BB. See, no harm! Here. Do you see Katherine and that bowl of punch next to her? Wait... and... SHIT! STOP LAUGHING! QUICK BEFORE ELIJAH HAS TIME TO STOP FUSSING OVER HIS SUIT! I'M DEAD!"
Elijah shot him a dirty look of disappointment just as Caroline disappeared from the room altogether. He could hear her frantically cleaning up their room, not that it would save her from the lecture the elder Mikaelson would surely be giving over the safety of firearms in the house.
Katherine was human, after all. Can’t have the precious doppelganger in even the slightest appearance of danger. It’s not like she shared a bed with an Original vampire, after all.
Rolling his eyes, Klaus gave a mocking salute to his brother before rushing upstairs to find a miserable Caroline awaiting her punishment.
“My mother used to keep me at the range until I knew my guns inside and out,” she muttered angrily to herself. “I could hit a target from fifty yards, easily.”
“I’ll make sure to keep Kol in that range, then,” he shrugged, sitting next to her on the bed. “You’re fine, love. Elijah needs to lose a suit now and then. It’s how he learns to treasure the ones he has.”
She frowned. “You totally knocked my elbow on purpose, didn’t you?”
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