This is complete and utter crack, the idea for which came from chatting with goodinthewoods about why Klaus went to MF and how it lines up with TO. This is all under the assumption that he went there to get Esther's coffin at some point during the TO episode, cause that is the only hint they gave for their leaving on TO.

Since FFN is lame, pretend the underline text is actually strike-through.

Klaus huffed and puffed as he dragged the large coffin behind him through the forest, catching on rocks and banging into trees. Good thing he didn't care about the state of the passenger inside.

He needed to get back to NOLA ASAP, he only had one commercial break a few hours to cross 950 miles, and he had already wasted too much time emblazoning his mother's coffin with the tacky Mikaelson crest they had apparently just started using always used but forgot to put on her coffin before.

As he made his way through the woods he suddenly spotted a familiar head of blonde hair. What was Camille doing in Virginia? No, that wasn't right, this person's hair was curly and much prettier, and their was no air of know-it-all-ness about her. Suddenly a memory came rushing back to him, then more and more. It was like he had completely forgotten the last two years of his life over the past few months and returning to Mystic Falls had suddenly cured his amnesia.

It was Caroline.

Trying to be discreet, he loved a good surprise, Klaus snuck up behind her, the coffin clunking loudly behind him. Caroline slowly turned around as he reached her, surprise clear on her face.

"Hello, Caroline," he said, finally remembering how he had promised to be her last love, and how he had never cared for anyone since he had been turned into a vampire before her and how ridiculous it was that he would ever dream of quickly finding someone right after leaving her.

"Klaus," she breathed, shocked to see him standing before her. "What are you doing here? And what the hell is that?" she asked, eyeing the coffin behind him.

"Oh, that's just Esther, I needed her body for something down in New Orleans," Klaus answered matter-of-factly.

"What?" Caroline asked incredulously, looking at him as if he had two heads.

"Yes, you see, I've run into some trouble with the witches and-" Klaus frowned. "The witches need-" he tried again, but found himself unable to finish a sentence. Something was keeping him from telling her what was happening in New Orleans.

Caroline now looked at him as if he were nuts. "Uhm, what?"

Klaus cleared his throat and tried one last time, "There's a magic prob-" but he was still unable to get the words out. Sighing, Klaus dropped the coffin unceremoniously to the ground. "Nevermind, sweetheart. What have you been up to? What brings you out to the middle of the woods?"

Caroline narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, eyeing him warily before she answered him. "I just needed to get away for a while. Too much drama," she sighed.

Klaus chuckled, he knew that all too well. Back in NOLA… Wait, what was going on back there? Everything seemed fuzzy now. All he knew was he was supposed to bring the coffin there for some reason. Things became less clear the longer he stood there. Perhaps the forest is enchanted, he thought.

"I'm sure you and your friends will figure something out before you find yourselves in another mess, as you always do," he said smirking.

Caroline snorted but didn't deny it.

"Well love, I do need to be going, I wasn't planning on making this a long trip and I'm needed… elsewhere," he said, trailing off, clearly puzzled.

Caroline continued to look at him as curiously as ever, not sure what was going on with him. "Are you, are you sure you're okay Klaus?" she asked cautiously, taking a step closer towards him.

"Of course, I just have a lot going on. I think. I mean, I don't remember…" he tried, the fogginess of his mind making it hard to concentrate. "Everything is just so… strange. I can't think straight," he finished as his lip started to quiver. It was all so overwhelming suddenly! Klaus' eyes began to water as he struggled to remember what was going on in his life, but the harder he tried to remember, the further away the memories seemed to slip.

Caroline's eyes widened in horror as a tear slipped down the immortal hybrid's face. Was he crying?! "Oh my god," she whispered in pure and utter shock. What the hell was wrong with him? "Klaus are you, like, sick or something?"

Klaus sniffed and looked up at her, his eyes red, and not from hunger. "No, I just… Everything is so hard, Caroline, I don't even know what's going on any more!" he cried, starting to weep.

The blonde instinctively walked up to Klaus and slowly pulled him into a hug, awkwardly patting him on the back. "Uh, there there, it will be okay," she tried, wide eyed and utterly unsure of what was going on. She didn't even know why she was hugging him, but seeing Klaus crying just seemed so out of character wrong, she had to stop it. She would try just about anything to make him stop acting like a baby.

Unfortunately, Klaus continued to cry, leaning his head down against her shoulder. His body wracked with sobs as he leaned into her. Caroline could see no end to his odd tears as she stood there in the middle of the woods, holding the thousand year old hybrid. She would have to do something drastic to get him to stop. She racked her brain for ideas as she rubbed soothing circles on his back, trying to ignore the snot that dripped down her shirt.

One idea in particular kept coming to mind, but she continued to push it back. It was a terrible idea, he would never let her hear the end of it. Yet as the minutes ticked on and her shoulder got colder from the combination of the breeze and damp fabric the idea began to seem less out there and more like her only option. She ignored the voice in her head that said she would enjoy it anyway, and decided to just go for it.

Caroline struggled to pull back for a moment, Klaus's arms clutching her in an iron grip, like a child would to their mother after scraping their knees. Finally she managed to detach herself from him enough so she could pull her head a few inches away from his.

"Klaus," she said gently, trying to catch his eye. "I need you to snap out of it," she said firmly, her mouth set in a firm line as she gathered her determination.

Klaus sniffed as he barely opened his eyes to look at her. "But…" he said, his lips trembling.

Caroline sighed. There was obviously no other options left at this point, she would have to snap him out of it. Violence was not an option, he was acting so oddly, almost as if he wasn't even canon Klaus anymore, she had no idea how he would react. That left only one thing.

She steeled herself and slowly leaned in, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach. She closed her eyes as she pressed her lips to his own, allowing herself a moment to enjoy the feeling. She pulled back when the taste of salt became too strong, invading her still closed mouth. She looked up at him hesitantly, hoping that she had finally broken through to him.

Klaus' eyes were wide as he looked at her. To say he was surprised was an understatement. He had barely been able to enjoy the kiss, so consumed with… whatever it was he had been feeling that made a grown man/hybrid cry like a baby.

Caroline smiled gently at him as the tears stopped flowing. "Good, see? All better. Now, maybe you should head back to New Orleans or whatever and uh, do whatever it is you need to do," she said in a slightly patronizing voice.

Klaus dumbly nodded as he obediently bent down to pick up the coffin and heft it onto his back. He watched her slowly back away and give him a small, confused smile before she flashed off into the woods, leaving him alone.

Klaus moved off himself, picking up speed as he went. As he crossed the town line the fog lifted from his mind. He suddenly remembered why he had to bring Esther's body to NOLA even if it still didn't make any sense. He also remembered everything else that was going on in that terrible city and he felt the tears prick at his eyes once more.

He shook his head in refusal as he pushed himself to move faster. No, he couldn't cry again, she didn't like it when he cried. Wait, 'she' who? Klaus tried to remember who, but again his thoughts were foggy. He couldn't remember what had happened in Mystic Falls. No matter, he had important things to do in New Orleans. Nothing in Mystic Falls could be as important as his kingdom. Perhaps he needed professional help with this memory business? He would have to ask that psychologist about it once this witch business was taken care of, surely she could help him. After all, she was so good at throwing psych 101 terms at him understanding him.