SONG: I'm Glad That You Found Someone - Sad Alex and Gnash

I flopped over in my comfy bed, throwing my arm up lazily to what I thought was going to be my fluffy and soft pillow, and instead of hitting something not fluffy, nor soft.

"Ow!" Klaus jumped away, now entirely woken up, as was I. I sat up and looked down at how hurt he looked as he rubbed his nose that I'd just punched, "That hurt," he whined.

"Sorry," I apologized, though I couldn't stop laughing. He looked like a little puppy that I'd just stepped on the tail of, "Do you need me to kiss it all better?" I asked in a baby-talk kind of voice. He stopped rubbing his nose, looking at me with pained eyes before nodding.

"Yeah, I do," he pouted. I laughed once more before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his nose.

"Better?"

"Yep. All better," he smiled up at me before leaning up and placing a kiss on my lips. It was so strange how every kiss he gave was entirely different. This wasn't a hungry kiss like the ones last night, but instead a gentle, sweet kiss. I stayed there for a moment, placing a hand on his chest before something hit me.

"Bollocks, what time is it?" I muttered, pulling away from him to look at the clock on the side of my bed that I had forgotten to reset the alarm for due to all the commotion from last night.

"What's the problem?" he asked as I read the time. 9:57 am.

"Oh, nothing, only that I was supposed to be at work two hours ago," I muttered, throwing myself out of the bed and running to my house phone. I quickly dialed the number taped to my wall as the offices' and prayed to Christ my boss wouldn't be too mad. Of course, I was wrong.

"You're fired, Luce. We're tired of your shit," were the only words I truly could pay attention to before the line went dead. I let out a deep sigh, pressing my forehead against the wall. Honestly, the job had been dreadful, but I still needed enough money to live.

"Not good, huh?" Klaus asked from the bedroom doorway.

"Not at all," I mumbled. He nodded and grabbed his parka off the sofa.

"Come on, it'll be okay. Let's take a walk," he held out his hand for me after draping the parka around himself. I looked up at him, wanting nothing more than to go with him before remembering what had happened yesterday at the Umbrella Academy house.

"Is that the only reason you were okay with coming today? You wanted to get closer to my family? God, I knew you were a fan of the Umbrella Academy, but I didn't realize you were a groupie, Luce."

"I-I just wanted to be here for you."

"Well great freaking job. Call your own cab, Luce. Or better yet, go have sex with my brother again. All three of them if you want."

"I..." I trailed off, the memory replaying in my head over and over again before I shook it off, "I would love to, but," I looked over at the kitchen, "I think I have some softie biscuits to make," I muttered before looking back to him. His hand dropped as he nodded, letting out a small forced chuckle.

"I see," he breathed out, making his way up to me, "Later then?" he asked, causing me to smile.

"Of course," I beamed. He nodded, kissing my forehead before escaping through the door. I sighed, leaning back onto the wall with my phone on it, "All right," I mumbled to myself, "Softie biscuit time," I turned on my heel towards the kitchen to begin my apology plan.

On the way to Vanya's flat, I stopped by a florist to grab some yellow daisies. I'd read somewhere that yellow was the color of friendship, and thinking about what Klaus had said yesterday, I didn't want Vanya to misinterpret my flowers for something more. I had a note written down in my pocket, just in case Vanya shut the door on my face and I needed to leave my apology gift at her doorstep instead.

I finally made it via walking, knocking on the door gently at first. When nobody came to the door I knocked a bit harder, then once more even louder. Finally, the door opened to reveal Vanya. She had her hair down and looked like she just woke up, wearing a baggy blue long-sleeved shirt and baggy black pants. At first sight, I smiled at her and she shut the door on me.

"Come on... Vanya, please," I pleaded through the door, "You know I cry if you don't accept my softie biscuits," I joked half-heartedly. She once again opened the door, looking at me.

"What do you want, Luce?" she asked, crossing her arms as she stood in the way of me entering her flat.

"To come in, for one," I said and she rolled her eyes, moving like she was about to close the door on me again, "And to apologize!" I added quickly, making her freeze in place. Finally, she sighed and opened the door to let me in. I made my way to her kitchen, setting down the biscuits before meeting her back in her living room, where she was currently sitting on the couch, waiting. I cleared my throat and handed her the daisies, "These are for you," she took them, setting them down on her coffee table.

"Luce, get to the point. I'm sorry, but I don't have all day," she said, to which I nodded.

"I know, I know," I mumbled, clearing my throat once more. I could swear I could feel my heart beating through my chest, "Vanya, I..." I started and shook my head, "This isn't going to work," I muttered to myself, reaching into my pocket and pulling out the note I'd written for her, unfolding it to read it, "Vanya, you are my best friend; the person who knows me more than anyone else, and the person I feel I can confide in above all others. You've been there for me in my low moments, and you've been with me for my high ones. Yesterday, it wasn't my plan for things to happen as they did. All I wanted, genuinely, was to be there for you through that sad day, especially knowing what you've told me about your family," I stopped, putting the note down as I didn't need it to continue anymore, "But when I met Klaus, he didn't seem like the stories you've told me. He was funny and nice and caring. I never meant to do anything with him, but it was like I couldn't stop it from happening; my body nor my heart wanted to," I sighed, "But... Friendship comes first, above all else, especially my friendship with you. I know I'll never meet anyone like you again, so if you so choose... I won't see Klaus again," I finished, crumpling the note up. She just stared at me, her mouth agape as she thought about what she was going to say.

"Luce, I... I don't know what you want me to say," she said, looking away from me.

"Just... Tell me what you're thinking," I said softly.

"What I'm thinking... Is that that little speech was just... Wrong. You can't put that kind of decision on me, Luce. It's not fair," she said, and I furrowed my brows.

"W-What?" I stuttered. I thought the choice being hers would be a good idea; that she'd appreciate it. She stood from the couch, shaking her head as she grabbed the flowers off the table.

"Making someone make that kind of decision for you is manipulative, Luce. I know you don't see it, but no matter what answer I give you, there's not going to be a win/win. Either I tell you it's okay when it's not, and I'm going to be hurt seeing you with him, or I tell you it's not okay, and you're hurt, and then I feel like shit for being the bad guy," she explained, now making it clear to me why I probably shouldn't have said that. I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it once more when I thought better of it. She handed the flowers out to me, "I'm not going to tell you what you can and can't do. It's your life. But... If you're going to keep seeing him, I'm going to need some time," she said. I looked at the flowers before back to her.

"Do you like me?" I asked.

"What?" she asked, confusion written all over her face.

"Do you have feelings for me?" I rephrased. She looked at me for a moment more before away, not answering, "Bloody hell," I mumbled, my eyes widening, "You do?"

"I think you should leave, Luce," she said softly.

"I thought we decided-"

"Now," she cut me off sternly. My mouth instantly shut. She let out an almost aggressive sigh, pushing the flowers in my hands before walking away and to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. I stared after her, looking at the flowers for a moment. I bit my lip with a frown, understanding that nothing I came here today to do went the way I had wanted it to. I let my eyes close as my emotions became almost overwhelming, but I already cried yesterday, and that was my bi-weekly limit. I wasn't about to cry again. I let the flowers fall from my hands before taking long strides to the door and closing it so it was just a loud enough slam for Vanya to hear.

Outside of her flat, I hailed a cab, pointing it in the direction of the Umbrella Academy, where Klaus was no doubt looking for his drugs. I threw some cash at the driver as I got out of the car, trying to calm my emotions. Where I was sad less than ten minutes ago, I was now only filled with rage that I didn't know how to control. I got to the doors, throwing them open before running through the house to the only room I knew, watching as the chandelier lights flickered while I ran under it. I stood outside the room and reached for the handle, pausing as I noticed the blue glow that was emitting from my fists. I closed my eyes, breathing in a deep breath and letting it go, along with as much anger as I could let go.

When I opened my eyes again, the door was open and there stood Klaus, staring at me. He was wearing one of the strangest outfits I had seen on a man that kind of looked like it came out of Chinese culture or something along those lines. I couldn't even begin to explain what it looked like if I tried, other than the fact that it looked like dark Christmas threw up on him, though just like everything else he wore, it worked for him. I quickly looked down at my hands, hoping the fire was out and that he hadn't seen it. Luckily, all the blue was gone. I looked back up to him, trying to muster some kind of emotional response.

"I didn't know where else to go," I finally said. He now shook himself out of what I'd assume was a daydream, looking at me, "Are... Are you busy?" I asked, noticing that he had shoes on and everything.

"What? Oh, no. Five just asked me to help him out with something," he said with a smile.

"Should I go?" I asked, not wanting to overstep.

"With us? Yes!" he grinned. I wanted to roll my eyes and tell him that wasn't what I meant, but all I could do was smile.

I wasn't exactly sure why I felt so... Connected and attached to Klaus already. Maybe because for almost five years I'd had nobody until last year when I met Vanya, and since then she'd been it. Maybe because I knew he was like me. Maybe it was just because of how accepting he was. Or how damn adorable he was. Maybe it was because of all of that, but I decided I didn't care why. I was just glad I had somebody.

"Come on," he pulled me out of my thoughts, taking my hand and pulling me to a room I assumed Five was in. Of course, I was right, as I almost immediately saw him standing by his window waiting for Klaus. He turned to us and groaned almost as soon as his eyes landed on me.

"Klaus, come on. She wasn't a part of the deal," he said, crossing his arms.

"Too bad. She comes," he answered. Five's lip twitched in almost an angry tick before he glared and made his way up to Klaus.

"You know, I could ask anybody else in this family to do this gig. It doesn't have to be you," he snarled at Klaus, who looked calm as a cucumber.

"Except..." Klaus drew out, a smirk growing on his face as he bent down to be face to face with his brother, "You know that I can't spill any of your precious little secrets because nobody will believe me anyway," he said, causing the glare to leave Five's face. Klaus now had the smuggest look on his features, "You need me."

"Five?!" I heard a familiar voice, looking toward the door as my eyes widened.

"Bollocks. It's Vanya. We got to hide," I told Klaus, looking at the wardrobe up against Five's wall. I looked at the little man-boy, "We're using your wardrobe. I trust you won't say anything. As Klaus said, you need him," I said, pushing Klaus into the wardrobe, which was hardly big enough for him to sit down in, before jumping in it myself and positioning myself on his lap. Five scoffed before straightening his tie and turning on his heel as we shut the doors. He swiftly moved back to his spot by the window as Vanya called for him a couple more times. I watched through the small crack between the doors as she ran into the room, my heartbeat rising. I didn't know Five, and he could very easily give us up if he actually didn't need Klaus.

I didn't have too much time to keep thinking about it as I felt Klaus' finger on my chin. He turned my face to look at him through the darkness. I held up my finger to my lips as if to tell him to be quiet, and he grinned at me.

"I-I guess I didn't know how to process what you were saying. And I still can't, to be honest," I heard Vanya. She sounded so different than she did when I was at her place this morning, but I couldn't really put my finger on how.

"Well, maybe you were right to be dismissive," Five responded. I started to turn back to see them, but Klaus turned my head once more, leaning his forehead against mine, "Maybe it wasn't real after all. It felt real. Well... Like you said, the old man did say time travel could contaminate the mind."

"Then maybe I'm not the right person for you to be talking to. Look, I used to see someone. A therapist. I could give you her information," at that, I turned my head to finally see her, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She never told me about that. How long ago did she see someone?

"Thanks, but... I think I'm just gonna get some rest," I slapped Klaus' hand away, too intrigued with their conversation; that is until he began pouting and bouncing up and down in his uncomfortable seat like a little kid about to have a temper tantrum. I finally looked at him, cocking an eyebrow at him, to which he held up his hands in defense, "It's been a long time since I've had a good sleep."

"Okay," Vanya sighed. I heard her footsteps descend out of the room and turned to see Five walking to the door. Klaus grinned and opened the wardrobe doors. He grabbed ahold of my waist before I could begin to get out, and stood with my legs around him, causing my eyes to widen as I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck as well.

"That's so..." he started as he knocked nearly everything in Five's wardrobe out and I rolled my eyes, unwrapping my legs to hop down, "Touching, all that stuff about family and Dad and time. Wow!" he said, shuffling his way toward Five's window.

"Klaus-" I started with a groan, getting cut off.

"Would you shut up? She'll hear you," Five warned and I pointed at him.

"What he said."

"I'm moist," Klaus moaned and I rolled my eyes, biting my lip to cover the smile growing on my face.

"I thought I told you to put on something professional," Five said, making me look down at what I was wearing--Some black skinny jeans and a white jumper. I shrugged, knowing no matter what, it'd still probably be better than anything "professional" Klaus had to offer.

"What? This is my nicest outfit," Klaus said, referring to his weird Christmas throw-up shirt, some leather pants with holes on the sides, and converse shoes. Five sighed and turned to me, looking me up and down before turning to the door.

"We'll raid the old man's closet," he said, walking out of the room.

"Whatever, as long as I get paid," Klaus said, taking my hand in his before following.

"When the job is done," Five assured, looking back and pointing at me, "She is not getting paid," he told Klaus, who looked at me. I sighed and shrugged, shaking my head.

"I don't care, guys. Who needs money anyway," I muttered before we continued on our way.

"Okay, but just so we're clear on the finer details. I just gotta go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?" Klaus asked, causing Five to stop and turn yet again.

"Yeah, something like that."

"What's our cover story?" Klaus asked.

"What?" Five asked, confused by what he meant.

"We were obviously really young when we had him, like sixteen," I said, inserting myself into the picture here and Klaus snapped and pointed at me.

"Terribly misguided teenagers," he added.

"Sure," Five agreed.

"It's a miracle we're still together after something as terrifying as teenage pregnancy," Klaus said and I nodded.

"It's been a long road here," I agreed.

"Oh, my God! Are we married? Why aren't you wearing your ring?" he asked, a bit of a happy grin on his face that he tried his best to cover up. I looked down at my hand and sighed.

"I don't know. Must've fallen out in the biscuit mix," I said and he nodded.

"We met at," he snapped and pointed once again, "The disco. And oh, my God, the sex was amazing," he said. drawing out the last word which made me go silent as I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.

"What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain," Five turned and began walking down the stairs as Klaus glared at him.

"Don't make me put you in time-out!"