Hello, Sweetheart

So this is a Klaroline one shot.

*EDITED*

takes place after 5x17 & 1x17.

A/U ish

I decided to write a one shot about what would happen if Caroline and Enzo and Stefan came for a stop by NOLA from their way to Atlanta to search for yet another doppelganger;)

Tho i gotta admit. Carenzo friendship is cute. but i hope its only friendship for them.

hope ya'll will like.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••Atlanta

"What do you mean there's another one!?" Caroline's eyes widen as her hands flew up annoyed.

"First we drive up to Atlanta to kill a doppelganger and now another one?"

Stefan ended the call as he got into the car.

"Well, that's what they said. So we better keep on moving."

"But why New Orleans? couldn't he had been somewhere else?" Caroline complained.

"Oh, that's right...Damon mentioned you have certain connections there." Enzo raised a brow.

"Is that all you do with Damon, Talk about my love life all day?"

"Oh...so it's a love life?" He smirked.

"Ugh! I didn't mea- Its not like that ok?"

"Whatever you say, Goldilocks." The Brit winked and got into the car.

Caroline sighed.

"This is gonna be one interesting trip."

With that she shut the car door and they drove off.

-----New Orleans

"Ok, so the travelers said that Carter, A.k.a Stefan's twin, is here right now." Caroline pointed out as they walked through the large crowd of dancing people and booming music in the french quarter.

"What is this anyways?" Enzo questioned as he scanned the crowd.

"Some sort of party?"

Caroline shrugged. "Not sure. Lets just find him and leave."

And that was the truth. She really did want to leave and avoid contact with a certain someone who she ran into in the woods a couple weeks ago.

Stefan sighed as they searched the crowded place for the a hundredth time. -or at least it seemed like it-

Soon they split up and started to ask around.

Caroline came up to a lot of people, who in fact; never saw the guy.

She groaned and kept on walking.

Not looking were her feet were taking her, she felt herself collide with something hard. -or someone.

"Sorry, I-"

She didn't finish her sentance after she looked up to see who she ran into.

CrapCrapCrapCrapCrap

this cant be happening. She thought,  turning her back to leave. But she got stopped by a familiar touch that grabbed her wrist.

"Caroline?" spoke a to-well known British voice.

She turned to face a shocked looking Klaus.

"Klaus." She stated, crossing her arms.

Snapping out of his suprised haze, he let a smirk reach his lips. "Hello, sweetheart."