a part 2 for your "Klaus and Caroline own a restaurant" AU where Klaus makes Caroline soup because she's sick (or anything really, I love that drabble so much. Well actually anything you write but I'm getting off topic hehe)
Ooh, I like that one too! Thanks, Sara!
Food (And) Fights - Part Two
Klaus iscareful to keep his steps quiet, to avoid the creaky spots in the floor. He’slearned the hallway to Caroline’s office well in the last two years and he hasa sneaking suspicion that she’s hiding in her office this morning for a reason.
It’s aThursday, one of their busiest evenings of the week. Their reservation list isfull and service starts in a few hours. Klaus hasn’t seen Caroline yet which issomething of a first. Her assistant, April, had popped into the kitchen tocheck on things periodically. Klaus had never thought much of the timid mouseof a girl – she tended to avoid him – but he’d been reluctantly impressed byher stealth. He’d only ever noticed her as she was slipping out the door, if he’dknow she was there at all.
It wasalmost as if she was purposefully avoiding him.
Klaus wasfairly certain he knew why.
He’d spentthe previous evening at Caroline’s, she’d fallen asleep on the couch, farearlier than she usually did. When he’d carried her to bed she’d seemed warmand he hadn’t been able to resist laying a hand on her forehead to check if shewas feverish. That had awoken her and she’d managed to pry her eyes open enoughto glare up at him, bat his hand away, and mutter something he hadn’t been ableto decipher (though the prickly tone had been unmistakable) when she rolledaway to bury herself in her pillow. Klaus had retreated to the living room,finished his wine and scratched out some menu ideas until he’d been tiredenough to sleep.
Sleep hadturned out to be elusive, his bed partner restless and throwing off an insaneamount of heat. Klaus had been kicked more than once, and Caroline’s breathinghad grown audible as the night wore on, becoming hoarse scratch as she tossedfitfully.
He’d readiedhimself to fight a battle in the morning. Caroline had never taken a sick or personalday in the two plus years he’d known her, too much of a control freak to let alittle thing like mere illness stop her from running the restaurant. Gettingher to take regular days off was enough of a challenge and Klaus had resortedto blackmail and bribery (though, to be fair, he benefitted from thosearrangements enormously) often to push Caroline into a little rest andrelaxation. Convincing her to stay home and recuperate was going to be achallenge, Klaus had known, even though she was quite obviously taking ill.
Unfortunatelyhis preparations had been for naught.
When he’dawoken he’d found the bed empty, a note from Caroline in the kitchen saying she’dgone in early to get a start on the day.
A tacticalretreat and a sign that she knew her position was weak. Klaus just needed topick his moment. He’d gone through his usual routine, made a pit stop at themarket on his way to the restaurant, and headed directly to the kitchen insteadof barging into Caroline’s office.
Carolinewould relax, let her guard down, and think she’d won. Klaus barked a few ordersbut was content to let the prep cooks handle things while he set up his own stationwith the ingredients he’d bought, and got to work.
A fewpeople had flitted in to ask him if Caroline was all right, Marcel, who ran thebar mentioned that she’d actually cancelleda meeting with a vendor, a sure sign that her mind over matter approach onlywent too far, while Caroline’s good friend Bonnie had popped in the vent herfrustrations about Caroline’s stubbornness, and told Klaus he’d better have aplan to get her to go home.
It waspossibly the most cordial she’d ever been to him, despite the fact that he andCaroline had passed a year together awhile back, and Klaus had strenuously resistedthe urge to comment and ruin it, had merely gestured to the chopped veg on hisboard, the chicken stock building on the stove, and assured her he’d take careof it.
The thingshe did for Caroline Forbes.
Once thesoup was finished – chicken noodle with a few embellishments, no need to messwith the classics – he’d packed it up in a To Go container, along with a loafof just baked bread, and headed to Caroline’s office.
He pausesjust outside the door, it’s cracked a bit and he can hear her moving around.His timing is fortuitous and Caroline’s soon letting out deep, hacking coughs, grittingout, “Nope, no. I refuse,” once she’sdone.
Klausnudges the door wider with his foot, “Talking to yourself is not a good sign,love. A sign of insanity, is it not?”
Caroline’swide eyed when she glances up, and Klaus notes the shadows and redness marringtheir usual bright blue unhappily. Her office is warm but she’s wearing one ofhis sweaters, a thick wool thing, and he’s fairly certain she’s got severallayers additional layers of her own on underneath. She clears her throat,attempts a smile, “Hey. How’s set up going?”
“Perfect,as always. How’s trying to pretend you’re not sick and miserable going?”
He can tellshe considers arguing, mouth thinning. But a shudder wracks her frame, aviolent sneeze tearing out of her and her eyes water as she reaches for atissue. Klaus sighs and enters the room fully, closing the door behind himwhile watching Caroline expectantly. She deflates slightly, leaning back in herchair and tossing her pen aside. She rubs her temple with the heel of her hand,“Ugh, my head is killing me. But we have that magazine profile scheduled nextweek and…”
“Not untilWednesday, plenty of time,” Klaus points out, cutting her off. He sets the baghe’d brought on her desk, circling it to come up behind her. He lifts her hair,laying a hand on her neck, finding it sweat damp and hot to the touch. Sheleans into him with a sigh, “Mmm, your hands feel nice. Cold.”
“They’renot. You’re just feverish.”
“Fevers arefor losers,” Caroline mumbles.
He huffsout a laugh, leaning forward to press a kiss to the crown of her head as hepulls her chair out from her desk. “Fevers are merely a sign that you need toslow down. It’s not going to go away if you ignore it, Caroline.”
She’s stillreluctant, her movements sluggish as he urges her to her feet, “What, did youget a medical degree, Dr. Klaus?”
“Do youwant to go to a doctor?” Klaus asks reasonably. “Because I’d be delighted totake you and have the opportunity to say I told you so when he tells you totake a few days for recovery.”
That would irritate Caroline like few other things.
She makes asoft noise, half grumble half growl, and turns to face him. “One day. Tops. Ican’t miss a weekend.”
Klausrefrains from arguing that she very well could– her staff was excellent, well trained and more than capable of handlingthings without Caroline’s direct supervision for a bit – knowing that it wouldonly get her back up and he rather thought he was winning at the moment. Noneed to spoil it.
Heretrieves her coat, holds it open and assists her in shrugging it on. He tipsher chin up to look into her eyes, “I made soup, it should help. Drink some teatoo, will you? Josh is going to run you home since I’m sure me leaving now willonly make you worry more even though I’d be back in plenty of time for service.”
Caroline’sblinking up at him, warmth and something like shock softening her gaze, “Youmade me soup?”
He’s unsurewhy that’s giving her pause, “I make you food all the time.”
“Yeah,because you kinda get off on watching me eat it, Chef Perv.”
It’s saidwith a tiny smirk and Klaus can’t deny it. “You make the most delightfulnoises, sweetheart.”
“Which you’llmiss when I eat your soup. Though I’m a gross sweaty mess and probably not allthat tempting.”
He rollshis eyes, “You’re not a mess. The farthest thing from gross. Just a bit wornaround the edges. The soup will help and that knowledge is more than enough forme.”
She wrapsher arms around his waist, cuddling close and resting her forehead against hisshoulder. “Thank you,” she mumbles, pressing a chaste kiss just above his collarbefore she straightens. Seemingly resigned for now, she sighs and glancesaround her office, “You’ll call me if anything explodes? And fill me in on allthe non-life or death things later?”
“Tomorrow,”Klaus says firmly. “Because you’ll be asleep when I get to your place.”
“You don’tusually stay over on Thursdays,” Caroline says, sounding puzzled.
Slightlyexasperated Klaus shakes his head, “I do when you’re sick.”
She studieshim for a long moment, Klaus doesn’t try to hide his concern. Finally she nods,“Okay, then. I’ll see you later.”
“You will. Eatthe soup. Drink…”
“Some tea,”Caroline finishes with a teasing smile. “I know you think it cures everything,as long as it’s the right tea and not my weird tea. What was it you called thelast box I bought? Fruity garbage, I believe.”
It’ssomething they bicker over frequently and Klaus lets her tease him, gentlyushering her out of her office and towards the door that will lead them to thesmall parking lot at the back of the restaurant. Josh is waiting, ready to goas Klaus had asked. Klaus sees Caroline shiver and opens the door of the carfor her. “In,” he tells her, ignoring her annoyed sigh. “Text me when you gethome, yeah?”
“I thoughtI was the worry wort in this relationship,” Caroline grumbles, bucking herselfin. “You’re supposed to be Mr. Cool and Laconic Moody Pants.”
Klaus doesn’ttake the bait, knowing that bickering will only delay her departure and thesooner Caroline’s comfortable in her flat the better.
He won’tdeny her little peevishness, not when he’d won.
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