A/N: I obviously don't own any of the characters. Credit to Gerard Way, Gabriel Bá and the guys at Netflix. I've also used some quotes from the show in order to stay true to the story. This is basically what could have happened during the time Klaus spent with Dave because let's be honest, we can never get enough of them. I don't know how regularly I'll be updating but stay tuned for more chapters. Opinions, suggestions and constructive criticism are appreciated. For now - enjoy!
Prologue
Quick, quick, quick! Klaus keeps repeating to himself as he tries to fit through the air vent leading him away from his torturers. And the body. Who was that woman anyway? She said something… no, he can't remember. He blames his involuntary sobriety. Oh, how he craves the numbness of being drunk, high, whatever. But first he'll have to get away, far away from here. It would be much easier if there wasn't some big, black suitcase he had to push in front of him. But there is – just his usual luck. Who the hell keeps a suitcase in an airway?! Slowly, he reaches the end of the vent. Fortunately – if he'd had to keep crawling for much longer his shaking body, covered in sweat and blood, would have certainly betrayed him. Klaus pushes the suitcase out of the vent and then scrambles out himself. He stands still for a moment, lost. Suddenly, Ben appears next to him. "Quick!", he repeats Klaus' words from before. "They're going to come after you. You must move. Now!" Klaus groans. Drugs – or more so the lack thereof – are the only thing on his mind. But Ben is right (even though Klaus would never admit this to his face). If he doesn't move now, he will be right back where he started. And still sober. So, he gets his shit together – at least for the time being -, grabs the suitcase and starts running. While running, he shoots a dark look at Ben for being annoying. Ben just grins.
A few minutes later, Klaus finds himself on a bus. The people around him are staring. Ha! Klaus laughs. He is still only wearing a towel and a coat. He winks cheekily at the lady sitting across from him. Sitting there, having nothing to do, the thought of the sweet release provided by his dearest friends, pills and booze, inadvertently sneaking its way back into his head, Klaus focuses his attention on the suitcase. What's in there? It is quite heavy. Oh, he hopes it's drugs. Or money, so he can buy drugs. Already he is aware of the voices of the dead around him. Screaming, begging, crying. He knows it won't be long until he can't take it anymore. He needs a distraction, that's for sure. Tentatively, he opens the suitcase. "Klaus don't!", Ben tries to stop him. But Klaus decides to ignore his brother. Maybe there's LOTS of money in there. That would be amazing. However, Klaus isn't able to see what's in the suitcase. Before he can get a good look, a bright blue light appears, blinding him. He feels like his body turns inside out and for a moment, he is unsure whether he'll ever be himself again. Then it's over. The suitcase is back in his arms, closed. And Klaus? He is huddled up between to army style beds. Around him, there are soldiers reading, writing, playing cards. What the fuck?