#klarowho fic

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WIP Wednesday #27 - DW Crossover

Hi everyone, I'm back!

So this week is very wibbly wobbly, timey wimey.

Enjoy!

In the corner, there was a first edition of Wuthering Heights that Caroline had gotten for Lena in 1847, and had the author sign it with her real name - not her pseudonym. Next to it was a grimoire of Ayana’s, the witch hadn’t wanted to give it to her - distrusting as she was of vampires, but if there was one thing that was true it was that Bennetts looked out for their own. It only took the two women’s hands brushing for Ayana to see her and Bonnie’s friendship. The Bennett witch hadn't wasted any time in handing it over after that.

It was strange, but perhaps not so surprising that the storage locker still existed. Caroline wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth; it was better to thank her lucky stars.  She smiled as she looked around the space.  It was a collection of items that spanned almost 2000 years of history (albeit of an alternate timeline).  Caroline may have only spent 100 non-concurrent years in that world but she had accumulated a lot of stuff.  Trunks of dresses and gowns from every era, back-ups of Roman centurion uniforms - because that’s all what Rory would wear, until they were forced to go underground.  A gramophone, chests of her favourite jewelry - all of it here in Cardiff.

She should give the gifts to Bon and Lena soon, maybe they could go on a girls trip when Bonnie got back from visiting her dad’s side of the family.  They could go to New York! Bonnie and Elena hadn’t been there before, and Caroline truly loved playing tour guide. 

Turning, Caroline knocked into an end table and heard something rattle against it. It was a frame that was leaning against the table.   Pulling away the cloth covering it, the breath left her chest, no small feat for a vampire who didn’t need to breathe.  There, looking back at her was a portrait of herself and Klaus Mikaelson.  It was one of the few portraits that he didn’t do himself, rather he got one of his friends - Hans Holbien the Elder no less - to paint them. Caroline had been trying not to think of him, which was hard enough when during the past few weeks, when her mum was sending her leads on his and Stefan’s whereabouts to give to Elena.  

Shaking her head to clear the memories, Caroline reached for the nearest item to distract herself.  She flipped open another book and almost dropped it.  Staring back at her, tucked between the pages of sketches (many of them were of her), was a daguerreotype of Klaus, but that still wasn’t the most interesting thing about what she held in her hands.  

It was not the fact that she had one of Klaus’ sketchbooks in her storage locker - but that on the next page there was a letter, unopened, addressed to her, in Klaus’ hand.

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Omg, omg, omg this is STUNNING Kelly!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I love this!!!

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Happy Birthday @purplesigebert!!!! Ft. quotes from your klaroline/dr. who crossover.

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WIP Wednesday #25 - DW Crossover

Caroline bustled around the lawn in the Lockwood’s expansive backyard, scolding waiters for not clearing the tables faster.  She didn’t know why the pageant was moved from the Founders' Hall with its winding staircase and stone patio.  It’s like they wanted people to trip and break their necks! Luckily for her she had walked in heels through worse things during her travels.  Caroline shuddered as she remembered the disgusting obstacle course that the Hall of Mirrors was - that is before indoor plumbing.

Yuck.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Caroline’s eyes caught on Tyler and his date.  She wanted to know why she got shot in the back after one night with Tyler but Mrs Lockwood said nothing about Hayley’s red dress, which was more suitable for a night at a club than the Miss Mystic Falls pageant.  Tyler was still trying to tell her what to do, even though they had broken up after the wake-up call that was her “eighteenth” birthday.  Truthfully the relationship had gotten out of hand.  He seemed to take it as a personal affront that Klaus was her date, and if the younger hybrid sent her one more judging look Caroline was going to snap and tell the truth; she would have asked Klaus to the pageant even if they didn’t owe him a favour for breaking Elena’s Hunter’s Curse.

Klaus had been perfect the whole day, and she had drooled a little when she saw how the blue of his shirt had brought out his eyes.  It was just a shame that the ensemble hid his necklaces from view - those had always done things for her.  Spotting Klaus standing beside the bar - probably compelling the staff to give him a bottle of champagne, she waved at him, blushing a little when he waved back at her, dimples flashing in the sunlight. 

Caroline did a double take as she spotted someone not following the dress code of the pageant - the nerve of some people, while at the same time, they clearly weren’t working the event. She started to walk towards the person, wanting to give them a piece of her mind, when their body turned towards her and Caroline got a good look at them.  She opened her mouth to tell them off and then:

Caroline

Just 

Stopped.

She stumbled in her heels, aforementioned vampire balance abandoning her.

Black pants, pink shirt, purple leather jacket, hoop earrings. 

A tongue touched grin.

Blonde hair.

“Hello Caroline.”

Caroline launched herself towards the other person, overcome with emotion.  

“Rose!” Caroline sobbed as she clung to her long lost friend.

It had been too long since they had hugged.

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WIP Wednesday #24 - DW Crossover

Woah @impossiblekryptonitecolor wasn't kidding about that curse! Thankfully I broke it, and it only took four weeks and not a thousand and ten years!

Onto the snippet - surprise, surprise Caroline is not having a great time. Good thing she has some memories to escape into.

If it didn’t hurt so much, Caroline would give the hunter points from ingenuity.  Number 2 pencils as stakes?  That was a new one. Her hands were in agony, only second to her throat.  The droplets of vervain water that she inhaled made her feel like her esophagus was being ripped apart from the inside.  The only good thing about this whole situation was that she was safe from compulsion.   

She was just glad that Mikael 2.0 didn’t seem to know that the daylight spell wasn’t tied to a specific person.  The last thing Caroline needed was for Alaric to take her ring and put it on his finger.  Then he wouldn’t need her to lure Elena to the school - he would just stake her and rush off the Gilbert house.  The man was muttering to himself as he paced back and forth in front of his desk, only stopping to check his phone before shaking his head.  Alaric stopped in front of her and took the gag out of her mouth, wincing as he dipped it into the beaker that was on the desk next to her.  He had already repeated this process 3 times in the hour that she had been here, the pain that herb caused him not deterring him in the slightest. 

As the classroom’s clock ticked the seconds, the blonde used the sound to try and push away the pain.  Slowly, the memories of another time she was threatened by a very powerful person flooded her mind.

2008 - Year That Never Was

“Martha, we are up against a 900 year old alien with absolute zero regard for human life - except for a weird fixation for the Teletubbies!” Caroline shouted, while Martha tried to get her to lower her voice.

Caroline didn’t see why she should have to, the Valiant was miles away in the sky.  They had run for cover as soon as they had gotten their breath back, after slamming into the ground via vortex manipulator. The air was thick with smoke that had drifted towards them from the destruction in London.  The trees made breathing easier and hid them from the Toclafane.

“So you know who we should go to?” Caroline continued. “A 1000 year old being with no regard for human life - aside from the fact that he needs them if he wants to keep existing!”

“That’s not a good reason to approach him, Caroline,” the other woman scoffed.  The blonde tried not to snap at her friend even more than she had, most of Martha’s family was on the ship and they didn’t have the immunity that Caroline’s had.

“He’s got contacts that we could use and centuries of experience of being on the run!  He’s the monster that other monsters fear! We need Klaus,” Caroline stressed, this seemed like a no brainer, better to seek their chances with an Original Vampire than think they could take on the Master by themselves. 

Caroline was also convinced that Martha wouldn’t ask him for help because Shakespeare told her not to.  Martha rubbed at her temple and worried the TARDIS key turned perception filter necklace before taking a deep breath.  She looked up, resolution in her brown eyes.

“Alright. Alright, we'll ask him for help.” 

Caroline cheered. 

“If,” Ugh, so close!

“If we also ask his brother for help.  After all, two Mikaelsons are better than one, right?"

Caroline groaned. Seriously?  She had to work with Elijah Mikaelson.

"Fine, but only because the fate of the world is at stake!"