Sol didn't wake up until a few days later, but when she did, she wished she hadn't. If anything, she wished she were dead. She had nothing left, only an empty room and a heart broken beyond repair.

She slowly stood from the bed. His side was cold. Like he was never there. The whole room felt colder.

She walked into their closet. He wasn't in their choosing which shirt looked best on him. It was empty. When she looked in the mirror, he wasn't behind her. He didn't have his hands on her waist as he showered her with compliments.

Instead, it was silent. She could practically hear her own heartbeat.

She glanced at the top shelf where her bag sat. Normally she would have Kol get it but this time she used to stool. As her hands grasped the bag by its handles she pulled it down before unzipping it.

She folded a few of her uniforms before placing them inside the bag and zipping it back up again.

As she walked into the bathroom, the scent of his cologne filled her nose. It was faint but it was there. It was like he was there but when she looked in the mirror for the second time, all she saw was herself.

She walked down the grand staircase, the same one she stood with beside Kol on the night of the ball. The same night, she had confessed her love to him. The same night they had their first kiss.

She walked past the empty dining room where Kol held her hands when she got too nervous.

And finally, she walked out the door, the same door he carried her through, showering her with kisses after one of their dates.

Sol was done in Mystic Falls. She promised she would never return. Only pain would follow.

— — —

"It's good to have you back, Lieutenant," Lance says excitedly as he wraps an arm around her shoulder. She flinched, the touch feeling foreign.

"You alright, kiddo?" Santiago questioned, noticing the dead look in her eyes.

She nodded, unable to speak.

"Alright then... We're leaving in ten. Get your uniform on."

She nodded once again. Her body walked as though she were a robot to change.

Minutes later she walked back out, her helmet now covering her face as she zipped up her flight jacket.

She was silent as she took off, Santiago and Lance following after her. Their jets moved at what felt like superspeed as they shot through the sky.

"The score is tied. Time for the big one," Santiago spoke up through the comms system.

"You up for this one, Gilbert?" Lance asked.

"Just a walk in the park. And it's Mikaelson now."

Santiago smiled slightly at her words, "Contact. Multiple bogeys. 165. Two miles. Looks like they're going away from us."

Sol glanced over to her left, "I see them. Right, two o'clock. I'm in."

"I'm in," Lance continued, both their jets moving in sync as they get closer to the bogeys.

Sol dodged the first, swerving her plane to move to the left. She quickly spun back around, "That son of a bitch cut me off."

"Come on. Jesus Christ, Santiago. Take the shot. Get the hell out of there." Lance ordered as he flew under the man.

Santiago grunted, "I can't get the angle. I'm too close. I'm switching to guns. I'm moving in. I've got the shot."

"Come on, Sol. He's getting impatient. Take the shot."

"Ten more seconds then I've got him," Sol answered as she lined up the missile. "Five more seconds."

Before she could take the shot, the bogey flew up. "We're in a jet wash. Shit!"

"This is not good. We've got a flame-out," Santiago yelled.

Sol grunted as she tried to take control of the jet only to fail, "Engine one is out... Engine two is out. I'm losing control. I can't control it!"

The jet spun at what seemed like an impossible speed. The nose of the jet faced the ocean as she came closer.

"Mayday, mayday. Sol's in trouble. She's in a flat spin heading out to sea!"

"Altitude 8000."

"We're at 7000!"

"6! I'm at 6! I can't reach the ejection handle!" Sol yelled as she continued to spin out of the sky.

"Punch yourself out!" Lance yelled. "Eject... Eject!"

Sol screamed as she finally pulled onto the ejection strings only for her body to hit the glass shield, the sound of her spine cracking filling their ears.

Her body fell from the sky slowly as her parachute slowed her fall though when she reached the ground, she was submerged in water.

"Sol! No. Oh no!" Santiago yelled as he tried to spot her.

Her face was covered in blood as her helmet fell off her head, sinking into the depths of the ocean. Her body went limp as she sunk further into the ocean, the water filling her lungs.

It was almost poetic. She had already died once to water and now, she was doing it again.

The coast guard helicopter flew down, landing on the water, four men diving into the water.

It was silent. The only sounds were the waves slowly moving against each other. Until a man yelled, "I got her! I got her!"

He pulled her body out of the water, throwing her onto the floor of the helicopter. A doctor took over, placing their hands on her chest, before doing chest compressions.

When nothing happened, he tilted Sol's head back before putting his mouth over hers. He pinched her nose as he breathed into her mouth five times.

Nothing happened. He did thirty more chest compressions.

Nothing happened. He breathed into her mouth twice more.

Nothing happened.

Sol Gilbert's heart had stopped.

Sol Gilbert was dead. And this time, she was never coming back.

— — —

Klaus Mikaelson had called her phone a total of three hundred and twenty-two times. Each time, no one answered. It had been a month since she left and he had heard nothing. No text, no call, not even a letter.

One day he said screw it and flew down to Florida before barging into the military base where she worked.

"I'm looking for Sol Gilbert. Do you know where she is?" He questioned one of the women at the front desk.

The woman stared at him, "I'm sorry sir, I can only give our information to the family of the lieutenant."

"I am family. I'm her older brother."

"She doesn't have an older brother."

"Not by blood."
"I'm sorry but I can't release any information to you."

"Sol Gilbert! Sol Evelyn Gilbert. Mirk one. Best pilot ever known. She is twenty, born June 7th, 1990. She joined the military at 18. She's about 5'7. She has black hair and the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen. And she's funny. But she's not mean, which is pretty remarkable after all she's been through. Sol is very sweet, even when she's being sarcastic. But she has this smile... Please just tell me where she is."

The woman sighed before pulling up a file, "Sol Gilbert. Mirk one died on March 18th. Her plane backfired and she drowned in the Indian ocean. Medics were too late... Her funeral is next week."

"What?" Klaus whispered, unable to speak any louder.

"She was shot out of the sky; caught in a jet wash. She made a noble sacrifice. It's on the second. If you'd like to join us. I'm very sorry for your loss."

— — —

"Klaus is here!" Elena yells, her voice filled with fear as the Mikaelson walks up the steps of the Gilbert home.

Klaus scoffed, "I'm not here to kill you... yet. I figured we could call a truce, for the next couple of days that is."

"Why would you want a truce?" Jeremy asked from behind Elena.

"Sol... Sol is gone."

"What? Did she go to Paris again? Or was it Florida? She's always been good at leaving."

Klaus clenched his jaw as he fought every muscle in him to not tear the boy's head off. "She's with the stars. Laying with the angels now. She is at peace with Kol."

"But that would mean..." Elena trailed off not wanting to say it.

"Sol died in war. She was protecting another man and got stuck in a jet wash... She couldn't shake it and she drowned in the Indian ocean."

Both siblings' faces dropped. "Dead? No. If this is some sick joke you can leave. I don't care how much you hate us right now, you do not joke about someone dying."

He sighed before pulling out a file and handing it to Elena, "I thought you might say that... This is her file straight from the military base in Nevada. It will tell you everything- just don't look at page seven, it's a little graphic even for me."

He paused as he walked down the stairs, "Her funeral is on Tuesday. Rebekah, Elijah and I are going if you'd like to join us." 

A/N

Bet you didn't see that one coming.