𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠¹ - {𝐭𝐯𝐝}

𝓼𝓮𝓲𝔃𝓮

❝𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭.❞
- 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐨𝐠

After Phoebe had gotten out of the awkward part where here and Klaus had slept together, she had recieved calls and messages from him.

She enters the room and starts shouting: "I got your fifty bajillion messages. This better be life and death."

"Go away." She hears him slightly groaning.

"Nik? Where are you?" Phoebe finds Klaus shirtless sitting on the floor, leaning on a piano seat. She enters the room. "What happened to you?"

"I need more time. Stop hounding me!" Klaus.

"I'm hounding you? I'm supposed to be running three different prom committees right now and you keep phone stalking me." Phoebe.

"Bea. Is it really you?" Klaus.

Phoebe looks surprised.

Klaus struggles and pulls himself onto the piano seat and leans back against the piano: "Prove it to me."

"Okay, I don't know if this is some new way of flirting, but it sucks, and I have more important things to do." Phoebe turns around and starts to leave.

"Wait, please. Silas. He stabbed me with the white oak stake." Phoebe turns around. "There's a-- a piece of it stuck inside me."

"Why would Silas attack you?"

"Well, I was in no position to ask questions. Suffice it to say, I'm hurt. So you can understand why I called you."

Phoebe started laughing softly: "You ran Tyler out of town, you killed my mother, and you think I'm the person to call for help?"

"If I die, Tyler and all of your friends die with me."

Phoebe thinks for a moment and then walks closer. A part of her wanted to help him because she loved him, not that she would tell him that. "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, it's quite simple, really. I need you to cut the stake out of me." Klaus looks down at a pair of bloody pliers lying on the rug. Phoebe looks down at them, perturbed.

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Klaus is bracing himself against the piano while Phoebe uses the pair of pliers to try to dig out the white oak stake.

"Oh, my god. You do have a heart." Phoebe fake gasps.

Klaus yells in pain through gritted teeth as Phoebe moves the pliers in his back.

"Oh, my bad. It's just a bloody rib." Phoebe.

"Well I'm glad you're finding my misery so amusing." Klaus.

"Ugh, I swear there's nothing in here. And if you think I'm having fun, you're insane." Phoebe.

"You killed twelve witches for your friend Bonnie. You can't even get your hands a little dirty for me? Here I thought we were becoming friends with benefits." Klaus.

"Well, you thought wrong." She digs a little deeper into Klaus' back. He yells in pain and starts slamming his hand on the piano top.