One Day You'll Show Up at My Door

Fly Like a G6

When Caroline returned to her apartment, Delta was waiting for her. The blonde embraced the brunette crying.

"Are you ok?" Delta asked leading Caroline to the living room. She had put a couple of bottles of wine and junk food on the coffee table.

"No. I really thought that Tyler had grown out of being a douche," she said plopping down on the couch. She took the glass of wine Delta handed her and took a large gulp. "It's depressing to think that I was gone this whole time thinking, oh you know Tyler is rehabilitated and he hadn't done anything terrible in years. This is the Tyler that I know. That I fell in love with. Only for all of those thoughts to be...kicked in the head," she said before emptying her glass. She held it out to Delta.

"Did you go to try to rekindle what you guys had?" she asked refilling the glass.

"I don't know," she answered downing the liquid again. "Maybe. Ugh God. I'm so stupid."

"No, you're not. You couldn't have known."

"I should have known."

"Why?" the brunette questioned.

"Because Tyler Lockwood is first and foremost a dick." the blonde answered holding her glass out to Delta again. "We had gone too long without that guy making an appearance," she said taking a normal drink this time.

"What can I do?" Delta asked. Caroline just shrugged her shoulders. They sat in silence for a few moments but it was broken by Caroline's cell phone ringing. She looked at it, rolled her eyes and sent the call to voicemail. Delta looked at her.

"Tyler," she said plainly.

"Oh."

"Yeah. I'm going to bed." Caroline said rising to her feet. She grabbed the open bottle of wine and some food and headed to her room.

Five days later Caroline was still in a funk. Delta had no idea what to do to get her out of it. She had taken her boss's phone because Tyler called every hour on the hour. The dude couldn't take a hint. They had been without work, the last party happened while Caroline was away.

Delta was in the kitchen making some breakfast for her and Caroline when Caroline's phone rang. Again. She looked at the screen and touched it to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey. It's Tyler. I need to talk to Caroline," he said.

"No. She doesn't want to talk to you," Delta said.

"Just put her on," Tyler said annoyed.

"No. Stop calling Tyler," Delta said angrily. "You look desperate."

"Put her on the damn phone," he growled.

"I'm not afraid of Lockwood," she said confidently. "Stop calling. She's done with you." Delta said before hanging up. "So annoying," she said aloud to herself. As she cut up some fruit an idea crossed her mind. She wiped her hands off, picked up Caroline's phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" the voice said.

"Hi. Um, this is Delta Gibbs," she said nervously.

"Ahh, Young One," Klaus said recognition hitting him. "Is everything alright?"

"Not really. I need a favor."

"From me?"

"Yes. It's for Caroline really," Delta said hoping that he wouldn't brush her off now.

"What is it?" Klaus asked.

"In a few hours, call her and tell her you need her to come to New Orleans. I don't know if you know about what happened while she was gone but she's been moping for five days and Tyler won't stop calling," she explained.

"She's unhappy?" he asked concern in his voice.

"Yes. She's disappointed in Tyler for never growing up and in herself for not noticing that he hadn't."

"And you think that a trip to see me would fix that?"

"It couldn't hurt," Delta said. They were silent for a few moments. Delta thought that she had maybe overstepped and that he was about to turn her down and tell her that it was a stupid idea but she was hoping that Klaus truly did love her friend and he would want to help her.

"I'll call in a few hours," he said before abruptly ending the call. Delta beamed to herself as she slid the phone in her pocket. She finished breakfast and carried it to Caroline's room.

A few hours later, after Delta convinced Caroline to leave her bedroom and watch TV with her in the living room, Caroline's phone rang. She rolled her eyes at the sound. She didn't look at the screen before answering it.

"Listen, Tyler. Get a damn clue!" she shouted.

"Never mistake me for Tyler Lockwood, love," the suave voice on the other end said.

"Oh. Sorry," she said blushing. She shook her blonde hair as trying to shake off her embarrassment. "Listen, I'm not really in the mood for your not-so-veiled attempts at picking me up."

"I'm calling about my party and who said they were veiled?" he said flirtatiously. Damn him. She blushed again.

"What about it?" she asked quickly recovering.

"I think it should be soon."

"What kind of party is it?" Caroline asked. "It's not some weird 'I'm-the-king-kiss-my-John Varvatos type of party, is it? Because if it is I'm gonna have to pass." He laughed out loud. She couldn't help but smile. She was happy to smile. She hadn't smiled in days.

"No, it's not that kind of party," he said still chuckling. "I haven't decided. You should come look at my home. You can decide."

"That's...not how this is supposed to go," Caroline said.

"Money is no option," Klaus said. "I'll send my plane for you in a couple of hours. Someone will pick you up at the private airstrip."

"You have a plane?" she questioned.

"Of course I do. I'm Klaus," he chuckled.

"I'll see you later," she said rolling her eyes.

"Soon, love. Not later, soon," he said sexily. He chuckled again when he heard her breathe hitch.

"I, um, I've gotta go," she whispered.

"Goodbye, Caroline," Klaus said. She ended the call and looked at Delta with wide eyes.

"What?" the brunette asked.

"We're about to be so fly like a G-6!" Caroline said excitedly.

"What's that even mean?" Delta asked.

"Oh my God," Caroline said shaking her head. "I'm so old," she laughed. "Pack your bags Young One, we're going to New Orleans!"

Delta smiled brightly. Caroline hadn't been this happy in days and it was so awesome to see her plan worked.