Hurt and Heal

Chapter 12: All is right?

"Care!" the sound of her best friend's voice after so long felt like heaven for Caroline and she could barely notice the tears that started gathering in her eyes. She didn't care about anything else anymore, not while Bonnie was here and alive and awake. She is still for few seconds, Bonnie's arms around her tightly and the small sobs in her ear distracting, but then she is hugging back just as hard, with just as much joy and relief. She ignores the knot forming in her throat, the guilt gnawing at her insides for those few, precious moments. She lets the past and heartache behind, and just stays there, embracing her best friend. It is wondrous and unreal almost, but knowing it was true feels better than she ever thought possible.

"Darling, I do believe you should let her breathe, she just escaped a near-death experience, no need for another." She heard Klaus quip, but resolutely ignored that as well, despite the loosening of her arms and the hesitant, reluctant separation from the caramel skinned witch. She only turned and mock glared at her... boyfriend? Not quite right... lover maybe...Before she turned back to face Bonnie.

"Sorry." She whispered, voice light and watery, and the two laughed. It tended to happen a lot, this situation. Bonnie retook her seat on the couch, motioning for the blonde to join the reunion, but the good mood was slightly disturbed as the front door slammed shut suddenly. Damon just left. Liz couldn't stop the little sliver of worry that murmurs that she should check on him. She should know why he is like this and help, after all, were they not friends? She isn't sure if she ought to heed it or not so she opts instead to spend some time with her daughter, the feeling diminishing soon enough as the girls converse animatedly, but not disappearing completely. He was acting weird; it wasn't like him to just run off, not really.

Her attention is caught by a sudden movement though, before she can truly finish the thought, before reaching a conclusion. Klaus had gotten up, sped across the room and in five seconds flat he had his arms around her daughter's waist, her hands were in his hair and they were kissing as if the world had ended and they were the only survivors left to repopulate the planet – a truly horrible mental picture that one was. Liz wasn't sure how that had happened, she hadn't noticed them eyeing one another, and she hadn't picked up on any desperation to get together nor any silent conversation between the two since Caroline and Damon had gotten back. Maybe she had been too distracted by things, she wasn't sure, but she knew as a fact that she could do very well without seeing this make out session.

Liz spared a glance Bonnie's way and saw that she too was uncomfortable with the current state of things and so she cleared her throat, once, twice, trice and nothing happened. She got up unexpectedly and still, no notice, she started to call their names, but they were lost to their own little world that when she glimpsed his hand slide underneath her daughter's shirt and when she heard the decisive whine from Care, she had had enough. It was getting ridiculous! She turned to Bonnie again, and was surprise to see that, despite the awkwardness, there was no hate toward Klaus, no resentment for Caroline. But that could be brought up later, much like she could catch up with Damon later –which she most definitely will – because right now she needed the witch's help.

Please, separate them! Her eyes pleaded with the hazel-green orbs the Bennett had. She had gotten the message, for not long after Caroline was standing with her lips puckered alone, Klaus having been flung across the room and onto the armchair. The sight was hilarious enough so the witch burst out laughing. Liz shook her head fondly at the scene and left for the kitchen. It was getting crazy in there. Too many teenagers around her were bad for her mental health, she decided. That was the reason she hung out with Damon, because despite his youthful appearance, he was old, ancient even... maybe not quite like Klaus, but old enough to be considered wise – something he did not show, despite it existing.