SONG: Crazy = Genius - Panic! At The Disco

"Like I said to your son earlier, any information about the prosthetics that we build is strictly confidential. Without the clients consent, I simply can't help you," the doctor, I think his name was Lance(?) Told Klaus and I as we sat in chairs, pretending like we gave a shit about anything he was saying. My legs were crossed as I had both of my hands resting on my knee, trying to almost oversell it, while Klaus was... Well, Klaus. He was out of the Christmas barf outfit and now wearing some of his dad's old clothes; a suit looking thing, though he made it look like it had always belonged to him to begin with.

"Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name," Five said, obviously frustrated.

"Um, Tim," I said to him, pulling him back by the hem of his shirt, "The nice doctor man is just doing his job," I said, leaning forward to the table and looking at said doctor man, "Is there any way we can get the client's consent through you guys?" I asked, trying to do this as easy as possible. The doctor, Lance, looked from me to Five before back down to me.

"I'm afraid that's just against our confidentiality policies," he answered, making me nod as I once again leaned back in my seat, then looked at Klaus with a got any ideas? look. He nodded and looked back at Lance, "Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so-"

"And what about my consent?" Klaus asked, practically cutting the guy off, who looked taken aback.

"Excuse me?" he questioned.

"Who gave you permission..." he began fake-ish crying, his voice trembling, "To lay your hands... On our son?" he asked, pointing at Five.

"What?" the doctor and Five both asked in unison.

"You heard him," I said, crossing my arms, trusting Klaus on this one.

"I didn't touch your son."

"Oh, really?" Klaus asked, "Well, then how did he get that swollen lip, then?" he asked, putting  his crossed leg down as well, just as I did.

"He doesn't have a swollen lip-" Lance started as Klaus stood from his seat, throwing a slap right at Five, who promptly gasped as my eyes widened and I stood from my seat. As soon as Klaus backed up, I looked at Five, who was turned away from the doctor as he held pressure onto his new wound.

"You okay?" I whispered to him, and he nodded. I nodded and turned around, paying attention to the scene unfolding before me instead. As soon as I turned around, I felt a hard sting on my ass, causing my eyes to widen as I looked at Klaus, who had just smacked me.

"Hey! Keep your hands off my wife!" he pointed at Lance, who looked like a deer in headlights Klaus leaned over the desk towards him, "I want it. Name, please. Now,"

"You're crazy," Klaus just chuckled.

"You got no idea," he said before looking down, noticing a snow globe on the doctors desk and picking it up to read the words that were written on it, "Peace on Earth. That's so sweet," he smiled before shoving the glass figure into his skull and letting it shatter into pieces. Suddenly the slap on the rear and a slap to the mouth didn't seem too bad as blood began running down Klaus' head and face, and he groaned in pain, "God, that hurt!" he winced.

Lance grabbed the phone on his desk and began dialing for what I assumed was security. I quickly grabbed it from him, using just enough of my powers to sting his hand so he'd let the phone go with a small exclaim, but not enough for the others to notice.

"What are you doing?!" he shouted as I smirked, grabbing the phone with my cool hand and giving it to Klaus, who had quickly recovered from the snow-globe. He gasped into the phone.

"There's been an assault... In Mr. Big's office, and we need security, now. Schnell!" he shouted into the phone before dropping it back onto the receiver. I grinned, knowing that this must just be how these kinds of situations go down with Klaus. Hey, I tried to give the man an easy out, "Now, here's what's gonna happen, Grant."

"It's... Lance," the man said with wide eyes.

"In about sixty seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, and they're gonna wonder What the Hell happened? And she's gonna tell them that you sexually assaulted her, and we're gonna tell them that when we tried to pull you off of my wife, you..." Klaus began fake crying once again, "Beat the shit out of us!" he sobbed dramatically before standing fully with a big grin on his face. I couldn't help but look at him and feel a great deal of emotion towards him, smiling, "You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I've been there. Little piece of chicken like you," he began circling his hips, "Oh, my God, you're gonna get passed around like a-" he stopped himself with another large--almost evil grin, "You're just--You're gonna do great! That's all I'm saying," he waved off the previous comment he made, knowing that it would still affect how Lance made his decision.

"Jesus, you are a real sick bastard," Lance breathed out, obviously worried. Klaus just looked at him with a straight face.

"Thank you," he responded, spitting out a bit of glass from the snowglobe when he finished. I looked at him and Five, knowing there was no way we were leaving here empty handed.

And I was right. Lance quickly led us to where he kept the files Five was looking for, digging through them to find the specific one while Klaus watched him with a proud smile on his face. He found the one he was looking for, looking up at Klaus for only a second before down to the file.

"Oh, that's strange," he reacted.

"What?" Five questioned impatiently.

"Uh, the eye. It hasn't been purchased by a client yet," Lance explained, looking up at Five while Klaus hopped off the table he was sitting on to look over Lance's shoulder.

"What? What do you mean?" he asked, walking behind the nervous man.

"Well, our logs say that the eye with that serial number..." he began while Klaus wrapped an arm around him, making me let out a quiet giggle and bite my lip as to not distract any of them, "This can't be right. It hasn't even been manufactured yet. Where did you get that eye?" Lance asked Five, lowering the file. Five sighed from his spot beside me, looking down, but not answering.

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"Well, this is not good," Five said as we walked down the steps right outside of the lab we had previously been in.

"I was pretty good, though, right? Yeah, what about my consent, bitch?" Klaus giggled, making me roll my eyes, though I couldn't help but smile. He still had blood and glass all over his face and in his hair as he'd refused to clean up before we left.

"Klaus, it doesn't matter," Five said, his face squished in anger. He was such a cute little kid, especially when he was as frustrated as he was right now. It was difficult to remember there was a 58 year old consciousness in that little tiny bean.

"What? What? What? What's the big deal with this eye anyways?" Klaus asked.

"There is someone out there who is going to lose an eye in the next seven days. They're gonna bring about the end of life on this Earth as we know it," Five answered, beginning to walk past us. My eyes widened and I looked at him.

"In seven days?" I inquired. I couldn't believe that. There was absolutely no signs that something was going to happen like that in the next seven days.

"Yep. Why do you think I said the future was shit, huh?" Five asked, an annoyed glare in my direction.

"Yeah, can I get that twenty bucks, like, now, or what?" Klaus asked, only causing more shock on my face.

"Klaus, he literally just said the end of the worlds in a week and that's what you care about?" I asked, backing away from him before I looked at Five, "What can I do to help?"

"Nothing," Five said, then sighed, "At least that I know of right now," he added, then looked at Klaus, "The apocalypse is coming and all you can think about is getting high?" he asked, even more annoyed with his brother than he was before.

"Well, I'm also quite hungry. Tummy's a-rumblin'," Klaus said, imitating how his stomach was groaning, and I scoffed, shaking my head.

"You're useless," Five said and looked at me, "And you don't have any powers. There's a very minimal number of ways you could help, and I'm almost positive I could find somebody with better experience to do so," he said, making me bite my lip so I didn't say anything I'd regret, "So, you're all useless," he said finally, once again walking past us.

"Oh, come on. You need to lighten up, old man," Klaus said as Five walked back towards the steps to sit down. I looked between him and Klaus before shrugging and joining the man boy, "Hey, you know, I've just now realized why you're so uptight. You must be horny as hell!" Klaus said, turning towards us and making his way over to us, "All those years by yourself. It's gotta screw with your head, being alone," he finished, sitting on the opposite side of Five as I was.

"Well... I wasn't alone," Five said, grabbing both mine and Klaus' attention.

"Oh?" we both asked in unison, "Pray tell." Klaus added.

"Her name was Delores. We were together for over thirty years," Five told us, causing my eyes to widen. But hey, good for him, finding somebody like that is not easy, and was probably even harder in the apocalypse if what he was saying was true.

"Thirty years? Oh, wow," Klaus chuckled.

"I don't think I've even ever been in a real relationship," I said with a small, extremely forced chuckle.

"God," Klaus started, "The longest I've been with someone was... I don't know, three weeks. And that's only because I was so tired of looking for a place to sleep," he said, not paying attention as Five looked entirely bored of him. I felt Five slip something into my pocket before he blinked away as Klaus continued talking about his previous relationship, "He did make the most fantastic osso buco, though. It was-"

"Klaus," I cut him off, getting his attention as he looked over and finally realized his brother was no longer sitting next to us.

"Five?" he asked as if the man boy had just gone for a wee and didn't tell him. I watched a taxi pass with the familiar face in it and pointed it out to Klaus. Five smiled out the window at us as he waved, "Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Klaus stood, wanting to catch up to him, or something, but quickly gave up running after a car, "What about my money?!" he shouted angrily. I snorted a laugh and he looked back at me with the most stern expression I'd seen on his face.

"What?" I asked, trying to stop laughing, "He played you," I shrugged.

"Well, I wouldn't have even let him if somebody hadn't flushed my drugs down the toilet last night," he growled, causing all humor to leave my body in that moment.

"He told you?" I asked, assuming his brother must have let him know at some point.

"Who? Ben? No," he shook his head, "I talk in my sleep, Luce. I didn't sleep... Pretty much all night. I saw you go through my jacket," he said with a sigh.

"Why didn't you do anything about it?" I asked, not looking at him. I now felt terrible. This was the conversation I was dreading when I even pulled the baggy out of his parka.

"Because I assumed it was nothing, or that you just wanted to, I don't know, wear it or something. Girls steal their guys hoodies all the time, I figured it was some shit like that," he said, causing heat to once again rise to my cheeks at the analogy, "But when I went for a hit of anything today, I realized the bag was gone," he chuckled. I stood from the stairs.

"Klaus, I-"

"Save the apology, really. Vanya probably needs it more than I do," he said, turning on his heel. I felt my heart sink, and almost stayed there, letting his words affect me more than I knew they should, until I realized I didn't have to.

"I was helping  you! And Ben agrees with me!" I shouted after him. He laughed and looked over his shoulder as he kept walking.

"No, he doesn't," he said, though I didn't believe him.

"Really? That's not what he told me last night," I crossed my arms over my chest. This made him pause before turning fully to look at me.

"You... Can talk to him?" he asked.

"Indirectly," I grinned, "It's easy once you know how to do it. Is he here now?" I asked, and as if for an answer, felt a cool chill run down my spine, "Don't answer that. I know he is," I smirked. Klaus just began laughing and shook his head.

"You are one smart cookie!" he pointed at me, "But that doesn't make me forgive you."

"It doesn't have to," I shrugged, "But you shouldn't shut me out either. I've had entirely enough of that this week," I frowned. He looked at me, opening and closing his mouth a couple times as he thought about his response.

"Fine, okay, yeah. I won't," he said, flailing his arms about before turning to the street where Five had previously ridden off in the cab, "But I'm still pissed about my money, and my drugs," he said angrily. I smiled a bit and looked around before making my way up to him and wrapping my arms around him from behind in a hug.

"I'm sorry," I finally mumbled into his back, "I know they're not cheap."

"And I need them," he muttered, though seemed less mad about it now.

"Let me make it up to you."

"You're gonna buy me drugs?" he asked, turning around with a hopeful look on his face.

"Um, no," the hope drained, "But I will buy us lunch--that is, if you're actually hungry," I offered.

"Who doesn't love free food?"

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We ended up heading to a small diner. I told Klaus to go ahead and get seated while I stopped by a newspaper stand outside, paying for one. Even if the end of the world was in seven days, I guess I should still be looking for a job for the meantime, just in case.

"The weather is lovely today, wouldn't you say?" I heard a female voice from beside me and looked towards her to make sure she wasn't talking to me. There stood a woman with blonde hair, wearing the most extravagant red and black outfit I had ever seen in my life. She was looking not at me, but instead up at the sky, but there was nobody else around.

"I suppose," I said back, eyeing her up and down. She looked familiar to me, though I couldn't put my finger on how. She finally looked over at me.

"Oh, darling, don't look so suspicious," she said, making my suspicion level go up to 99%, "I hear someone's in need of a job, and I know just the place to get one," she grinned. I nodded, looking back at the newspaper I'd just bought.

"Look, you look like a nice woman and all, but I think I'll stick to the papers," I smiled at her.

"I'm fairly sure you'll change your mind once you hear the offer I'm about to make you," she responded, placing her leather gloved hand on the window of the diner to lean on it and look at me. I raised my eyebrows at her, looking through the window to see Klaus sitting alone in a booth, looking around as if to find me. I saw a waitress walk up to him and watched as he waved her off with that charming smile of his.

"Nah, I think I'm good," I told the woman, making my way to the door while she looked dumbfounded. As soon as my hand hit the handle, I froze at her next words.

"I think you and I both know the man-child sitting in that diner wouldn't be there if he knew the real you," she said, standing up straight and patting down her clothes with that never ending, shit eating grin.

"Listen, I don't know what you think you know about me, but I am not interested in some American Mary Poppins/Nanny McPhee rip off, and that is final," I retorted.

"Hurtful, but understandable. I think you might want to hear what I know we know about you before you go slicing up somebody with your words like that," she said, causing me to pull away from the door and cross my arms over my chest.

"Okay, bloody well then, what do you know?" I interrogated.

"Your name's Luce Lancaster, born to Emmet and Fiona Lancaster in England; name means Light in Italian, by the way, isn't that ironic?" she asked. The amount of facts this woman knew about me was terrifying.

"Why is that ironic?" I questioned, though I knew the answer already.

"Oh, well, because of what you can do, of course," she said as if it were obvious to the naked eye, "See, Luce, we've been watching you for quite some time now. We think your... Expertise could come in really handy in our kind of business. We have been lacking the arson aspect with most of our patrons," she expressed, and I shook my head.

"Look, I just came to get lunch and look for a job--a normal job. I don't want any arson in the description. Sorry, but the answer is no," I said and turned away from her for the last time, finally making it into the Diner with the Newspaper in hand. I immediately went to where I knew Klaus to be sitting and sat in the booth opposite of him.

"Nice of you to join us. I know what I want," he said with a smile. I sighed and nodded, snatching up my menu to look it over.

"Guess I'm just gonna get a milkshake or something," I muttered. I couldn't get my mind off the woman I'd just met and how familiar she seemed.

"You all right?" Klaus asked, reaching over the table to put a reassuring hand over mine. I stared at it for a moment before looking up at him, forcing a smile to my lips.

"Yeah. I'm great. Just met some really strange woman outside."

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I stared at the airplane ticket in my hands as I sat on a bench at the airport. I couldn't stay in England after what had happened a few days ago. I couldn't stay in the United Kingdom. I was running... Running far away. Running to America.

"It's a lovely place, really, if you don't pay attention to all the gluttonous pigs, drug addicts, and street prostitutes. Which city are you going to?" I heard an American woman beside me and looked over at her.

"Um... I don't... know yet," I answered hesitantly. I knew the ticket was for New York, but I wasn't sure if I'd be staying there or would constantly be on the run.

"Well, if you can't figure it out, you should give my organization a call. We're always looking for more.. Special people to join our cause," she said, handing me what looked like a business card. I reluctantly took it from her and looked it over.

"The Temps Commision" it read, with a phone number underneath unlike any I'd ever seen.

"Thanks, but I don't think-" I turned to look back at the woman, but she was gone, "-I'll be available to work any time soon."