Into the Woods
I am so excited by the latest Klaroline news! So, I couldn’t help but write another post TVD drabble. This is dedicated to the amazeballs Steph @klarolinedrabbles - and so too the wonderful birthday girl Angie - @thetourguidebarbie - for the most beautiful comments on their tumblr blogs. Also big thanks to Ravyn - @cupcakemolotov - and Megan - @megansarah11 - for their assistance on twitter, much appreciated ladies!
The Magic School hosts a Father-Daughter campout in Mystic Falls. After Alaric comes down with the flu at the last minute, Caroline has to step in and take the twins instead, unexpectedly running into a certain Mikaelson. (Points of view will vary between locations, hope you like it!)
5 years 1 month post TVD finale…
Even though it was still light, the temperature had dropped a few degrees while they’d been driving. Caroline pulled her jacket around her body to ward off the chill as she stepped out of the jeep. The twins were in the backseat, excitedly taking in the flurry of activity around them. If only she was as excited about sleeping outside in a tent with giggling tweens and their fathers.
This was supposed to be a father-daughter campout but Alaric had come down with the flu, probably of the male kind which she decided was entirely too convenient. Caroline had camped out numerous times and wouldn’t have minded except for the fact that she had to cancel her pampering spa weekend with Bonnie and Elena. It was difficult not to think about them indulging in sun tanning, facials, massages and copious amounts of red wine while she had to endure incessant talk about Justin Bieber, Kylie Kardashian and whoever else.
Josie and Lizzie jumped out of the car, running towards their friends who were milling around with their fathers in tow. By the looks on some of their faces, they felt the same way as Caroline.
“Yeah, thanks for the help, girls,” Caroline called after them sarcastically as she unloaded the bags from the trunk.
“Ms Forbes,” a familiar voice said by way of a greeting. “You look as excited as I feel.” Caroline turned to face Hope dressed in dark jeans, a black sweater and a grey woollen jacket, her freckles sprinkled over her nose and those auburn locks tied back in a loose ponytail.
She would be lying if she didn’t see Klaus in the young girl’s face every time they spoke. It had taken a while to get used to not reacting from the familiar expressions she’d wear (especially that deep set frown when she was concentrating) but after four years at her magic school Caroline was an expert at pretending she wasn’t effected by her father’s resemblance. Plus, it didn’t hurt that she’d grown closer to the youngest Mikaelson. Hope was extremely studious, talented and a complete over achiever, a tag she herself had worn back in the day at Mystic Falls High.
“Are you kidding, this is going to be fun!” She embellished, a big grin plastered on her face. “And what did I tell you about calling me Ms Forbes?”
“Not to do it,” she murmured, her face slightly downcast. She was always so surprised that a Mikaelson could be shy at times, especially with such colourful and demanding relatives. “Sorry, force of habit.”
“I think you’ve been around your uncle too long with all that unnecessary decorum, Hope. Speaking of your Uncle, where is he?”
To say she’d been surprised that Elijah was accompanying Hope on a camping trip of all things was an understatement. Not only because she assumed Klaus would want to spend quality time with his daughter but also if Elijah would be correctly attired for the outdoors given all he seemed to own was expensive suits.
“He’s not coming,” she admitted. “Something, uh, came up.” Caroline resisted the urge to roll her eyes, first her father and now her uncle. Caroline only hoped that missing out on such an important occasion was worth whatever drama they were whipping up in New Orleans.
When Hope had come to the Magic School all those years ago, Caroline assumed Klaus would be appearing frequently on their doorstep, offering his unwanted suggestions on her teaching methods and checking that Hope was receiving ample opportunities and tuition. But he wasn’t, only making selective appearances over the years. In fact she’d been quite frustrated by that very fact. Bonnie had questioned her ire a few months back, suggesting that maybe it wasn’t Hope she was only worried about. She hadn’t bothered to respond just sent a dirty look her best friend’s way. She might have been a witch but she was way off track Caroline had told herself.
“I’m sorry,” she empathised, suddenly angry they couldn’t even muster one male Mikaelson to chaperone Hope. Caroline would even take bossy Rebekah at this point, not that the Original Princess would be the camping type. “Alaric is sick, so you can just hang with us, sweetie.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean no one was coming,” she shared. “Uncle Kol should be here any minute.” Caroline raised her eyebrows thinking that maybe she shouldn’t have questioned Elijah’s credentials given his substitute. This should be an interesting campout to say the least, she was already imagining his incessant whining as they trekked to the camp site. At least with those childish tendencies he’d fit in well with the other kids.
“Well, that’s great,” she uttered, trying to sound convincing.
“Can I help you with those bags, Caroline?” She offered, holding out her hand to take Lizzie’s backpack. Caroline’s face softened, thinking just how much she adored the young Mikaelson, she was always so generous, kind and well mannered. Maybe she should be thanking Elijah for that decorum after all.
“No, let me,” a familiar voice interrupted, taking the bag from her hand and causing every hair to stand up on that particular arm. He was here and Caroline wasn’t quite sure what to do and given the dry feeling in her mouth she was beginning to realise that forming words was going to be equally as difficult.
“Dad!” Hope exclaimed excitedly as he placed the backpack on the ground so he could embrace his daughter. Caroline would be lying if their impromptu show of affection didn’t cause her to melt slightly. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m going on the father-daughter campout,” he baulked, incredulously. “Last time I checked I possessed the proper credentials. Not too sure about you though, love.” Caroline was still trying to come to terms with his unexpected presence, let alone the fact that his tight, navy henley hugged his toned chest and she could see those necklaces she knew so well poking out teasingly underneath.
“But you said you couldn’t come.”
“It was supposed to be a surprise,” he conceded. “Did you really think I’d send either of your uncles in my place?”
“That’s a shame, we could really have used some of Elijah’s…”
“Dress sense,” Klaus intervened. Bastard.
“No just sense in general,” she drawled, resisting the urge to childishly poke out her tongue. What could she say? The Original Mikaelson brought it out in her.
“So, where is Alaric? I thought when the brief was father-daughter that meant…”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” she hissed, trying not to gain Hope’s attention that had been briefly averted by a school friend. “I run this school so it’s only right that I supervise.” His eyes never left hers, those sinful, crimson lips curving into a knowing smirk and flashing a few stray dimples her way for added effect.
“But yet you felt the need to explain anyway,” he grinned cheekily, boldly moving a step closer. Obviously he was trying to keep their conversation private too or was it just his excuse to flout his spicy aftershave in the vicinity of her poor, unsuspecting nostrils? When it came to Klaus Mikaelson, Caroline was always going to think the worst. That defence mechanism had worked well for her this long at least.
“We really should get going,” she excused herself, pretending that the shivers she felt were due to the falling temperature and not Klaus and his close proximity. She looked back briefly noticing Hope’s overjoyed expression, suddenly feeling bad for begrudging his presence. All Caroline needed to do was get through the next day and she’d be okay. “Easier said than done”, she mumbled under her breath as she watched him teasing Hope playfully.