Gone (A Klaus and Caroline Fanfiction)

The Compromise

So this is the final chapter! I'm actually pretty happy with the way it turned out. And I'd really love to see something along this storyline happen in the TV show. Please vote and review and if anyone has other Fanfiction ideas, do not hesitate to supply me with them :)

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He'd broken his good set of glasses. The ones he'd received from Ireland that were made from Waterford Crystal. Most definitely not inexpensive. But now their remnants lay scattered across the ground and Klaus stepped over them, hearing as they crushed beneath his soles.

Obviously he wasn't as all right with this as he wished to be, but he told himself he'd move on. Temporarily, that is. He'd raise his child and work through what needed to be done and perhaps, once Hope was grown, Klaus would return in a few decades and take Caroline up on her IOU.

Decades.

The word repelled him and he picked up another glass, turning it over and over in his hand. He was about to introduce it once more to the wall when the doorbell sounded.

At the noise, Klaus's anger piqued and he slammed the glass down, glaring at the entrance.

No more favors, he thought dryly, as he walked to the door. No more helpful actions. No more being the good guy.

At least, not today.

He wrapped his fingers around the knob.

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Klaus eyed me curiously and before the door was fully opened, words were already rushing passed my lips. "So is that how you fight for the girl you like?" I asked, staring into his perplexed gaze. "And you actually wonder why it's taken you a thousand years?"

Klaus instantly glowered at me, eyes pinching at the edges. "What is it now, Caroline?" He asked, leaning against the door frame and appraising me through narrowed eyes. "Have you forgotten something?"

Before I said anything more, though, I pushed passed him, into the living room. He was about to object but when the shattered glass on the ground caught my attention, he just shook his head.

"You haven't answered my question," he said.

I scoffed. "You haven't answered mine. What was that? You kiss me and then you push me out the door? Really? Has that ever been an effective tactic for you?"

"It's not a method I usually apply daily," he said.

"Well good," I deadpanned. "Because it sucks."

He studied my expression again and I saw the anger there, the sight somewhat gratifying. At least I knew I could get that much out of him.

"Why does it even matter?" He asked. "As I recall, you wished to return with Stefan."

"And as I recall," I said in poorly adapted accent. "You said you'd 'fight properly' for me."

"I chose to respect your wishes," he breathed and this time, I caught the edge of anger in his tone. "And I abided by them."

My eyebrows rose as his narrowed. "That wasn't respect! That was....that was typical Klaus."

"Did you come back here just to offend me?" He asked, taking a step forward. A piece of glass crushed where he moved. "Because rest assured, Caroline, you have done so thoroughly."

But I just glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest. "Well, at least now we're even."

He took another step forward until he was right in front of me, the anger emanating from him in waves. "Enough games," he said. "Tell me the real reason. Why did you really come back?"