DECIDING to move to the small one horse town of Mystic Falls was not an easy decision for Megan to make, when her husband initially asked her to give up her high powered job in D.C. where she worked as a political campaign manager, a job where she was respected, powerful and made millions to take a job as a politics teacher in a small high school in the middle of Virginia to keep an eye on the doppelgänger that was the key to breaking his curse Megan had assumed he had been joking, he had to have been right? But he wasn't. So it hadn't been an easy decision, it had been one of the many things that kept her tossing and turning in bed so frequently at night that her husband resorted to holding her in his arms to keep her still. But it had been a decision she had made.
It took weeks of thought but after all that her husband had sacrificed for her and done for her she couldn't very well say no to something that he needed. For the 4 years that they had been married Nik had done everything to keep her happy, firstly allowing her to remain human despite it causing him a great deal of stress and worry, moving to D.C. a place that he hated because that's where her job kept her, but most importantly agreeing to try for a baby through a sperm donor, agreeing to raise a child with his wife knowing full well that it could never be his, having a child was not something that he wanted but he agreed to try for her. Then he held her in his arms as she sobbed and she screamed after her body betrayed her three times. He held her as she mourned and she loathed herself as the child that she dreamed of disappeared from her grasp.
So yeah that's how Megan ended up sitting on the dusty windowsill in a run down classroom in a small town with a cigarette in her hand and smoke leaving her red lips while she waited for the telling creak of the door announcing the entrance of a group of hormonal seventeen year olds whom she was supposed to teach about politics and political history. She hated it. Loathed it even. Sitting there stress smoking, staring down at a spot of dust clinging to her $3000 outfit. Being back in high school, a place that she had sworn she would never return to after the years of torment and trauma she had suffered at her own. Truthfully she was counting down the days until the full moon when she could leave this shitty little dump with her husband, hopefully to somewhere exceptionally hot where she could drink cool pina colada's on the beach and stare at her husbands firm bare chest. Perhaps that was cruel, counting down the days until a seemingly innocent young girl would die but Megan couldn't bring herself to care.
When at 8.40am on the dot Megan heard the telltale creak of the door she quickly threw her cigarette from her hand out of the window and pulled a pack of gum from her pocket and popped one in her mouth before finally turning around to see a gaggle of spotty seventeen year olds file into the room and towards the single desks. As per teenage requirements they of course could not behave like civilised human beings, instead once they had all taken their seats the talking began which only served to annoy the 25 year old blonde.
"If everybody could kindly shut their brace filled holes" Megan called out, so sharply that the teens did in fact fall silent at which point the young woman took a chance to look at all of them until her gaze fell onto the doppelgänger and a small smirk made its way onto her pretty face "obviously I'm your new politics teacher, Megan Mikaelson. You can call me Meg, Megan, Mrs Mikaelson, truly I don't care"
With introductions firmly out of the way Megan loaded her laptop that was sat on her desk and pulled up the first lesson plan, already she hated teaching and missed working as a political strategist but for the sake of her husband she continued on.
"First things first does anybody have any idea who I am and what it is that I actually do?" Megan asks looking around all the students. It takes a minute before any of them decide to raise their hands but finally a blonde does "yes you. What's your name?"
"Caroline Forbes" the blonde tells her "you're the one who got Obama elected right?"
"That I am" Megan smiles surprised that any of them actually got it. When she sees teenagers from around the room looking to the blonde teenager in confusion she lets out a small laugh that only gets louder as the teen seemingly defends herself.
"What? She was on the news? She was straight out of college and like insanely young and she's never lost a campaign so they call her the kingmaker. I like knowing about powerful blondes" Caroline Forbes tells her class.
"Great so now we know who I am we're going to start with my favourite politician. He's quoted as saying that the Cold War could quickly become another pearl harbour if his brother didn't resolve things with Khrushchev. Can anybody tell me who said this?"
Quickly the hand of a boy that she recognises as Stefan Salvatore goes up and she points to him indicating for him to answer "Bobby Kennedy"
"Good!" She praises though she would be more worried if he hadn't known the answer being he lived through the whole thing.
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KINGMAKER || KLAUS MIKAELSON
Fanfic"EVERY WIFE IS A KINGMAKER WITH THE POWER TO TEAR DOWN OR BUILD UP" Or IN WHICH the wife of Klaus Mikaelson is known in the world of politics as the kingmaker, the woman that makes and breaks the powerful.
