A/N: I had a bit of trouble deciding what to do with Klaus. I made him sober and really had no other plans for him. I am glad to say, I am very proud of this chapter, also I have a great idea for Klaus to use in a future chapter.
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Harold Jenkins was the key, he was the one that had caused the 45 worst years of Five's life. All that was left was to end him and once they stopped the apocalypse Five would find Vanya because they should be a family again. Of course, that only works if the current family members with him would stop trying to kill each other at every turn.
"You can't lead for shit," Luther argued with Diego.
"Yeah well at least I'm not a paranoid prick like Dad was!"
"It was a logical conclusion!"
"No you just can't leave anything alone!"
"Not if it gets people hurt!"
"We can handle ourselves Luther!"
"Really because White seemed to toss you around like a bean bag!"
"Like you were doing any better!"
Five couldn't stand the noise. He decided to go find somewhere quiet. Treading upstairs he overheard another conversation coming from Ben's room.
"How can we believe we're heroes Klaus? We hurt people, kill people, I don't feel like a hero."
"Well what's stopping us from leaving? Dear old Dad's popped off to play with Hitler!"
"Klaus, they are our family, I can't leave them behind!"
"Well either way, Dad didn't decide that I was worthy of his precious inheritance, so unlike you, I have to go to work!"
Klaus rushed past Five on his way down the stairs. Moving toward his own room he heard another voice coming from down the hall.
"Yes, thank you very much. You don't know how much this means to me," Allison was on the phone talking to … someone, honestly five couldn't care less. He entered his room looking around for his journal. He took a quick stock of all of his equations. "This is it! It just might work!"
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Cha-Cha was coming back from the library after taking her time to research this Allison Hargreeves character when she saw Hazel resting against the car eating a donut.
"What are you doing?"
"Eating a donut, what does it look like?"
"Did you remember to put the do not disturb sign up this time?" She was getting tired of this job already.
"Oh shit." That was never a good sign. They rushed up the stairs to their room. The cleaner's cart was right outside.
"Get out of here!" Cha-Cha shouted into the room.
"Sorry, sorry, the do not disturb sign wasn't there so I thought I would spruce the place up, while you were gone," the voice inside called out.
"Don't care, get out," Hazel told the man inside.
"Alright, alright, geez. You don't have to be so mean," The tattooed man said grabbing his cart and going down the hall. They locked the door and Hazel laid on his bed turning on the magic fingers. "So what did you find on this Allison Hargreeves?"
"Apparently, she's a famous movie star who also happens to be a part time-"
"Shit!"
"What?"
"The briefcase is gone!"
"Shit!"
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Klaus was sitting on the bus coming home from work. In his lap sat a black briefcase. He may have gotten over his addiction, but that doesn't mean that he wasn't still a kleptomaniac. He sat there pondering what could be in the briefcase, mumbling out his inner thoughts. "What's inside of you my friend, money, jewels, something else I could sell? I can't stand it anymore, I've just gotta know!" In a flash of blue light, there was one less passenger on the bus.
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Milton Green, that was it, Five's backup plan in case his current one fell through, he stayed up all night calculating this probability map. Now all he had to do was get Luther to let this happen.
"He isn't hurting anyone Five! He's just a farmer!"
"You don't get it! His death could save the whole world!"
"Dammit Five, don't do this! We have to stay together!"
"Out of my way Luther."
"Don't make me do this Five," Luther stepped over to the window and grabbed Dolores by the neck. It took some convincing, but Luther finally got Five to listen. Just as they were about to leave to find Harold Jenkins, Diego and Ben rushed past them.
"Where are you two going," Luther asked.
Ben quickly spun around and if you looked close enough you could see the fear in his eyes, "Klaus didn't come home last night and I haven't heard from him at all!"
Before anything else could be said Diego had dragged Ben out to the car and left.
"Shit," Five mumbled.
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They found him hours later standing outside of a VFW. Something didn't seem right about him. He stumbled in as Diego parked the car outside. They jumped out and ran in after him. They found him crying in front of a board filled with pictures and memorabilia.
"Klaus, what's wrong man?" Diego worried putting a hand on Klaus's shoulder.
"You wouldn't understand," he mumbled under his breath.
"Uh, guys," Ben interrupted, "I don't think these guys like us being here." One of the vets was walking up to the brothers.
One bar fight later, the three out in Diego's car. Klaus almost cries again when his brothers start talking to him trying to understand what he was going through because they actually cared enough to sit and listen while he told them about where he has been. They ended up going back to the crappy motel where Klaus worked, but there was a problem. The entire place was surrounded by cop cars.
"What the hell happened here?" Ben asked the question on all of their minds.
"Hold on, I know these guys, let me talk to them, see what happened. You both stay here," Diego told them getting out and walking up to a bald detective.
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"You know Eudora," Diego starts.
"Don't call me that," she told him with a cold stare.
"Sorry, detective Patch," he corrects himself, "If you ever need any help with any of your cases I'd be happy to help."
"And what would people say if they found out that the police were getting help from the Umbrella Academy?" She asks him.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You really are clueless aren't you?" He stares at her confused, "Fine, if I ever need help, you'll be the first person I call."
"Thanks Eudora, I won't let you down, I promise." And Diego always kept his promises.