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Chapter 7

Episode 7

Andy had been arguing with the teller for nearly ten minutes and made no headway. How could someone be so difficult? It wasn't her fault that she missed her flight. Why was it so hard to just switch around some dates?

"I'm sorry, ma'am," The teller said again, sounding anything but apologetic. "But, if you wish to board the next flight, you'll have to pay for the difference."

"Which is?" She asked with a growl.

"Short-notice," The teller typed away at the keyboard in front of her. "That would bring it to a difference of nine-hundred and eighty-four dollars."

"Are you kidding me?" Andy snapped. "I just missed my flight! Why is it so expensive?"

"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to lower your voice."

"This is ridiculous!" She was furious.

"Ma'am, I'm warn-"

Before the teller could finish her threat, Andy saw a flash of blue out of the corner of her eye. The teller stared in absolute shock to Andy's left.

"Andorra,"

She glanced over and saw Five approach her with intent.

"Five," She gave him a nod of acknowledgement before turning her attention to the teller once more. "Look, lady, I need to get home, okay? Just-"

"Andorra," He said firmly.

"What?" She snapped at him.

"You need to come back to the Academy with me."

"No thanks. I'm all familied out."

When she tried to go back to what she was doing again, Five seemed to reach the end of his rope.

"Hey," He said, grabbing her arm sharply to get her attention. She looked down at him warningly. "The end of the world is going to happen in three days, so we need everyone. You included."

She stared down at him curiously because what he just said was absolutely ridiculous. He noticed her skepticism and sighed loudly.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"No," She said as though it should have been obvious. "I don't even know you. This could just be some weird joke. Maybe you have a twisted sense of humor, I don't know."

"I don't have a sense of humor." He said in a deadpan tone.

"Clearly." She mumbled.

"Come on," He took hold of her arm again, and even grabbed her bag. "We need to get back. We can't waste any time. Diego's already trying to get us an address for Harold Jenkins."

Whether she wanted to or not, Andy found herself following the old man in the child's body.

"Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?"

Five drove them to the police station to meet with Diego and Allison, explaining everything the whole way. Andy wanted to call bullshit, but she couldn't. She'd seen and been through so much 'weird' since joining The Academy that sure, why not?

After retrieving the file and learning that Vanya's new boyfriend was the person Five needed to find, the four of them made their way to his house. Almost immediately, everyone broke apart. Allison scampered off, Five jumped somewhere, which left Diego and Andy on the front porch.

"Seriously?" He grumbled with annoyance.

Andy said nothing. With a shake of his head, Diego, to her shock, launched himself through the front door's glass.

"Whoa!" She exclaimed. "What the hell, Diego?"

Groaning, he pushed himself to his feet. Andy reached for the doorknob and turned it. The door easily opened and her stunned expression changed to one of utter disbelief.

"The door was unlocked, you know." She said as she entered the house.

"Yeah, well," He stood slowly. Chunks of glass fell from his clothes and landed on the floor in a tinkling cascade. "My way works just fine." He began to limp away. "Yell if, y'know, you're in trouble."

"Inspiring leadership." Five mumbled derisively.

Allison tacked on with, "One of the greats," before the three broke apart to search.

Harold's house was plain and simple. It looked just like everyone else's in the neighborhood. He had knick knacks and tchotchkes, crap that had been passed down for however long, and everything in between. In truth, it looked like the house someone's grandmother might live in, but not something overly sinister.

"Hey guys!" Allison called from above. "You should see this!"

Together, Andy, Five, and Diego charged upstairs and into the attic to find what caused Allison to shout for them. Andy's stomach sank. It was a shrine, an angry, vindictive shrine, with all of them present.

Publicity photos, magazine articles, and action figures bearing their likenesses were burned, melted, and scratched all to hell. Andy had arrived after Five's disappearance, but she too fought on missions and had a few trinkets made up in her image as well.

There were no words to describe how unsettling it was to see yourself destroyed in what could only be described as a serial killer's shrine. Her figurine's head was melted off, the eyes to her poster were gouged out, and giant red Xes crossed out her face. It was disturbing.

"Jesus," She muttered.

"Well, that's not creepy." Diego said sarcastically. "This guy's got some serious issues."

"Shit," Five mumbled.

"This was never about Vanya." Allison said. "This was about us."

Andy couldn't look away from the disturbing scene until she heard something fall against the floor. It was only then that she realized something that should have been painfully obvious to her the entire time: Five was bleeding –badly.

"Shit," She hissed.

"Damn it, Five." Diego growled. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Can't stop." He said weakly. "Keep going."

"Watch out." Andy pushed her way to Five's side and placed her hand over the wound. The blood stopped immediately, but she wasn't encouraged by what she sensed. "He's lost a lot of blood."

"No shit." Diego snapped. She shot him an angry glare.

"I mean, he's lost too many pints. We need to get him back to the academy."

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to help." She growled back. "Stop talking."

Now that everyone had shut up, Andy could see what she was doing. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense everything, sense where the blood flowed, and where its path was broken. While the shot was clean, she could see where the muscle was torn and where veins had been severed. She saw it all as clearly as one would through sonar. It was difficult to describe, but true.

People never realized how large a part water played in their day to day, what it effected, and how detrimental it could be to become dehydrated. But Andy knew. She had to. Part of her training when the sadistic Old Man wanted her to learn how to control living creatures was reading. She had to study anatomy and biology, read medical book after medical book until the words blended together and she couldn't absorb anymore. Hargreeves wanted her to know how to isolate veins and threads of muscle so that she could rebuild them. He wanted her to be able to heal his other children if they were ever injured, to mend whatever was broken. He wanted her to be to them what her water tank was to her: an accelerated way to restore one's body.

At first, she thought that was great. In fact, in her teenaged-mind, it was amazing, but with the good came the bad. He also wanted her to use that knowledge to tear apart a human body as easily as she mended it. That was when he started her practicing on live creatures, and where she drew the line –albeit far too late.

Andy kept her concentration on the task at hand and refused to let her mind wander. When she spoke again, her voice was distant.

"We need to get him to The Academy." She mumbled.

"Fine," He growled. "Do you have to keep holding him like that?"

"It'll help." She said. Andy's mind raced as she tried to think of what to do while simultaneously doing what she could to keep Five stable. "Um, okay… I'll carry him. You guys go down first, then I'll hand him to you, then we can get out of here, okay?"

"Yeah," Allison nodded and immediately went for the steps that led to the attic.

"You sure you can pick him up?"

Andy nodded. Looping her arms under him, she tossed Five over her shoulder and stood. It was awkward, true, but she managed to the task well enough.

Diego's brows rose. He seemed shocked, though she didn't know why. Five couldn't have weighed much more than a hundred pounds. Andy was stronger than he gave her credit for.

Diego raced down the ladder as quickly as he could and as she said she would, Andy tenderly handed the pair Five. When he was secured, she joined them, picked him up again, and they fled the house. Allison rode up front with Diego while Andy cradled Five in her lap. She did her best to concentrate on healing him, but it was hard. The best she could do was keep the remaining blood inside his body.

Klaus was dead. He was dead and sitting in a barber shop being tended to by his father.

Was there a word to describe how he felt?

No. There wasn't.

And to make the situation even stranger, he was being lectured by the old man with the monocle.

"You children like to blame everything on me." Hargreeves said.

"Well," Klaus sighed as the razor slid effortlessly across his cheek. "That's because you're a sadistic prick. Not to mention the world's worst father."

"I just wanted you to live up to your potential." He said. "You especially. You're my greatest disappointment, Number Four. You've barely scratched the surface of what you're capable of. You and Number Five both have such incredible potential."

Klaus wanted to be rude. "Which Number Five? You replace them every few years."

"Both," Hargreeves said sharply. "But until the other returns, the female."

"You mean the one you drove to suicide?"

"I did what was necessary."

Klaus rolled his eyes. He didn't want to listen to his father berating him. He'd gotten enough of it while he was alive, and yet the old man didn't seem finished. Even from the grave he found ways to belittle his son, to make him feel lesser, but one thing he said rang out in Klaus's ears.

"You mean," he mumbled in shock as Hargreeves dragged the razor across his throat. A tear slowly trickled down Klaus's cheek as the realization hit him. "No." He whispered. "You… you killed yourself?"

"M-hm,"

"Christ. You could never do things the easy way, could you? Did you ever consider picking up a phone?"

"Would you have answered?"

He had him there.

"Now," Hargreeves said sternly. "Listen to me very carefully, Number Four. What I'm about to-"

But the image of his father began to fade. Klaus struggled against whatever pulled him back into the real world, but it won out in the end.

With a gasp, he shot up, surrounded by people and the beating thump of the music. He was disoriented, but somehow managed to pull himself to his feet. Klaus stumbled as he called for Luther, pushing his way through the masses.

The bouncer had thrown his brother out while Klaus was dead.

Episode 8

Andy had spent most of the night helping Five heal. It wasn't much, but she mended what she could. The trouble, however, was because she had never finished learning everything she needed to be a proper healer, Andy was forced to exert herself quite a bit and had to take repeated breaks after little was accomplished. It frustrated her to no end.

By the time she went to bed, she was beyond exhausted and felt hung over. To be awakened from that state by a loud, obnoxious bell, in turn, put her in a bad mood.

As the sound grew louder and louder, and more and more persistent, she couldn't help herself. Andy threw open her door and charged down the hall where she found Klaus speaking to Luther, ringing the bell repeatedly while he danced around. Halfway down the hall, she paused. Andy had been stunned motionless at the sight of Luther's body, covered in hair and appearing more simian than human. But, she was brought right back to reality when Klaus began to chime the bell once more.

With a scowl, she reached the pair and snatched the bell out of Klaus's hand.

"Wha- hey!" he exclaimed as she lobbed it down the hall.

She turned an angry eye to him. "Too. Early."

"Okay," He held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, but uh… family meeting, downstairs. Get dressed and meet us in the kitchen."

Without a word, she turned and retreated to her room. Andy had a splitting headache and she wanted nothing more than to go to her tank, but she didn't. Instead, she got dressed and made her way to the kitchen where she was joined by Klaus, Luther, and Five.

As the three sat at the table, Klaus paced. He was unsure of himself, disturbingly sober –yes- but unable to sit down, and playing with a spatula for some reason.

When he opened his mouth, they were finally given an explanation as to why he couldn't stand still.

"I'm sorry, what?" Andy asked. She felt as though she hadn't heard him right.

"Klaus, I swear to God, if you're lying-" Luther threatened.

"I'm not!" Klaus exclaimed. "He killed himself. Really."

"Why?" Five asked.

"He said it was the only way he could get everyone under the same roof."

The room fell silent again for a moment or two before Luther pushed himself to his feet.

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to this." He said. "It's bullshit."

"I'm afraid Master Klaus is correct." Pogo entered the kitchen. His heavy eyes glided over the young adults he'd helped raise.

"What are you talking about?" Luther asked.

Pogo went on to explain that Hargreeves had orchestrated the whole ordeal, even going so far as to doctor footage and alter Grace's programming. It seemed as though he didn't bother with missing a single detail. Andy didn't know if it was creepy, or impressive.

"I'm leaving." Luther pushed past Pogo and disappeared.

"I need to think." Five replied. He, too, vanished in a flash of blue.

Andy sat at the table, leaning back in her chair and staring into nothingness.

Silence moved into the room. Neither she nor Klaus bothered to speak for a while, but the truth was, Andorra wasn't entirely capable. Her head still pounded. Her limbs felt weak. Everything within her body felt wrong. She needed water.

"Andy?"

Klaus's voice brought her back to the moment. She looked up at him with a heavy gaze. He stared back expectantly, with his thick brows tugged together and his green eyes drenched in worry.

"I…" even her voice sounded weak. "I have to go to my tank."

"No," He whined slightly. "Come on, don't go to the basement."

"I'm too dehydrated. I need water."

"Then take a bath." He said. Andy arched a brow. She wondered briefly if he thought she might refuse to emerge from her tank if she were to get into it. At the moment, she couldn't promise she wouldn't.

"Fine," She mumbled. Andy wasn't in the mood to fight. "I'll take a bath."

Andy rose and made her way upstairs to soak in the bath tub. It would do the trick, but she preferred being entirely submerged, something that was impossible to do in the claw foot tub.

Andy liked her powers most days. It was pretty awesome to have control over an element, but it came with massive drawbacks, too. She was incredibly sensitive to just about everything. While she relished in the feeling of the natural water vapor in the air touching her skin, if the humidity dropped below sixty-percent, she felt like she was drying out. In fact, the only thing she could liken it to was opening a hot oven. The way that burst of hot air dried out a normal person's face was how she felt if she wasn't constantly hydrated.

Basically, Andy was a damn amphibian in need of constant misting. Same principle in her mind.

So, while she could create tidal waves, fog, mist, or create ice spike-projectiles from moisture she'd drawn out of the air, if she wasn't properly hydrated, she'd dry up like a fish out of water.

The moment the tub was filled, Andy stripped herself of clothing and slid into it. She felt instantly better as she slung her legs over the curved edges of the claw foot tub and sank beneath the surface.