A/N - Second attempt at posting this. The first time tumblr just outright deleted it because it wasn’t good enough I guess. This is Part 1, second and third parts will be up soon.
~Happy 12 days to your Birthday Caryn~
Klaus wasn’t a believer. Never had been.
He didn’t believe in it. In change. In someone’s will to change.
He didn’t think that one person, one moment, one event could alter someone’s life so drastically.
Until he met her.
“I did what I had to do and because of me Husband of the Year is alive and back to being a dick to his wife. You should be thanking me Elijah, not yelling at me. I saved his life.” Klaus bellowed into his phone, hoping it could convey to his brother just how loudly he was yelling. Shifting on his legs and leaning against the car behind him, Klaus tilted his head and sarcastically added, “That’s kinda what doctor’s are supposed to do, in case you missed that day in cuckoo college.”
“His head was either going to get cut open in the morgue or my OR. Only one of those end up with him alive, so stop being a sissy, go sit on your bureaucratic ass and sign some papers.” He added, thoroughly ignoring Elijah and speaking over him. Rolling his eyes and tapping his cane against the concrete floor, Klaus tried and failed paying attention to his brother. It was the same thing as always; he was irresponsible and impulsive, and his drug addled brain was going to end up getting him fired, arrested or dead, or all of the above. It had been the same lecture for 7 years now, and Klaus was getting sick and tired of it.
In the distance, he could hear the faint clicking of heels against the floor. And sure enough when he looked up he saw a woman walking towards him. Blonde hair, what looked like blue-green eyes and from his years of debauchery he could tell, a sumptuous figure under her trendy black coat. Now, he was definitely not paying attention to Elijah.
“How long are you going to use your leg as an excuse for your behaviour?” Elijah snapped from the other end of the line, and this time, Klaus paid attention.
“My leg is not an excuse,” Klaus yelled back, shifting his weight over to his right side and violently tapping the cane against the floor. As he turned to face the other way, away from the prying eyes of the woman that had almost reached him. “I’m in pain. I’ve been in pain 24x7, 365 days a year for 7 freaking years. Vicodin takes away the pain. Would you prefer I skip over the slightly dangerous prescription pain meds and go straight to shooting heroin? Would that dull your guilt, brother mine?” He added in a snarl, acutely noticing the lack of clicking heels behind him.
There was silence from the other end, until with a heavy voice and steely anger Elijah replied, “Only you blame me for your leg. I saved your life.”
“Just like I did with the patient.” Klaus pressed back, turning around on his heels to see the blonde woman staring at him with wide and mildly judgy eyes. As always, he controlled his scoff when her eyes travelled down to his cane and her face softened just a little bit. “And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go track down my dealer and score some heroin to cure the massive headache you just gave me.”
Snapping his phone shut and slouching his shoulders, Klaus nodded his head sarcastically as he said, “Yeah, cripples can be jerks. Shocking, I know. But show’s over.”
She looked taken aback, taking a step away from him and shaking her head, in anger or surprise he couldn’t tell. Turning back to look at him with narrowed, incensed eyes, she said, “Yeah. I’m just trying to get to my car.” He startled slightly, straightening up and looking over his shoulder at the blue Honda he was leaning against.
Clearing his throat, he moved to the side giving her room to get to the car as he muttered a ‘Sorry’ under his breath. Something she heard and dismissed as she let out an exasperated laugh and hunted for her keys in her giant oversized handbag.
“I’m Klaus,” he provided awkwardly, unsure of what to say, and even more unsure of why he hadn’t just walked away already. “Or Nik if you prefer. That sounds less like Himmler’s sidekick, yes.” He continued, almost rolling his eyes at himself. Sure, she was beautiful, but he saw pretty women all the time. And if he paid them enough, they didn’t even look at him with pity. Or distaste, like the mystery Blonde woman was looking at him right now. “I usually try to fight about drugs in more public places, but I missed the office rush.”
“Good to know,” she replied cockily, giving him a sarcastic look, opening her car door and throwing her bag in the backseat.
“I didn’t catch your name,” he asked subtly, or as subtly as he thought when she chuckled and shook her head and spoke, “That’s because I didn’t give you a name.”
“Hey,” he perturbed, feigning hurt, “I showed you mine.”
Turning to look at him, she cocked her eyebrows and looked down at his leg, a half amused smile on her face as she said, “I’m sorry about your leg.”
His whole body language changed in the flash of a second. His shoulders slumped as he pulled all the weight of his body onto his left side, supporting himself on his bum leg with the help of his cane. Containing a scowl, he puffed out, “Here we go.” in a small, disinterested voice.
“This is the part where you tell me the sob story about your cousin thrice removed that broke his leg and had the worst 6 weeks of his life. Spare me.” He added condescendingly, spittle flying out of his mouth as he turned around to walk away.
“Actually,” she bellowed back, a tinge of anger in her voice as she took a few steps towards him and spoke, “I was going to tell you about the time I met this monk in Tibet, who lost both his legs and one arm, and was in worse pain than you can even imagine. And yet, he was the happiest man I’ve ever met.” She paused for a second, most probably noticing the way his back tensed at her words, “Not all people in pain are giant douchebags.”
Stopping in his track, he smiled to himself as he turned around and pointed his cane at her, a mischievous squint in his eyes and he probed, “You made that up.”
“Nope,” she chided back, popping the ‘p’, bouncing on her heels and playfully widening her eyes at him.
Laughing to herself, as if unsure why she was doing it, she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and spoke softly, “Caroline. My name is Caroline.”
He smiled inertly, feeling out her name in his head. It fit. She looked like a Caroline. Taking a step towards her, he nodded preemptively and felt out her name on his lips, “Nice to meet you, Caroline.”
The last thing he remembered was feeling her name roll over his tongue. And then.