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Their Ibiza landing was probably the least graceful out of all of them, simply because Five had managed to drop them onto a stairwell. Not even Diego, usually agile and ready for anything, gained his footing in time to stop himself from falling over Vanya, who lay flattened against the lowest step. Ragged breathing and coughs echoed in the tight space.

"Not your best location, Five," Ben groaned as he grabbed Allison's hand and allowed her to help him up, which allowed Luther to breathe again, "Where are we?" He looked around.

But Five wasn't listening. Not really. Because Ben was right. Up until that point, he'd given them a steady, even surface to land on, undoubtedly a result of having been to the previous locations. He'd been able to figure out his way around with the help of some part inside him that remembered. But standing in that stairwell, he couldn't find that part. There was nothing to indicate that he'd ever been to Ibiza before. So why had the voice told him to go? "We need to find food," he announced, pushing the troubling thoughts away, "Allison and Diego, you guys should probably—"

"We've got bigger problems than food right now," Ben interrupted, looking around frantically, "Has anyone seen Klaus?" He distinctly remembered seeing Klaus just as they landed on the steps. Where in the world had he disappeared to? "Five, where did you say we were?"´

A look of exasperation crossed his face. "Ibiza," he replied darkly, "We've lost Klaus, family drunk, in Ibiza." He leaned back, almost savoring the pain when his head hit the wall behind him. They didn't need any more complications. Wasn't it enough that they were running from the Commission while still trying to figure out where things had gone wrong in his head? No, apparently not. Somehow, they'd managed to lose Klaus, resident party animal, in the clubbing capital of Europe. "Here's what we're going to do," he muttered, "We'll split into teams of two and search every establishment that might serve alcohol within a four-mile radius."

Luther started to object only to stop himself. Come to think of it, it wouldn't do them any good to underestimate Klaus when it came to having fun. Four miles seemed reasonable after all, even though he'd only been gone for a few minutes. Hell, he might've hitchhiked. "Vanya and I will head east," he said, giving his sister an uncertain smile, "We'll check back here in… say, three hours?"

"Good." Five turned to Allison. "You're with me," he stated, ignoring her affronted look, "We'll try getting some food while we're at it." She nodded. It would be best if they worked together. He was well-versed in the art of shutting people up and she, obviously, knew how to get what she wanted without too much effort. Which left Diego and Ben to pair up. "As Luther said, we'll meet up here again in three hours and, if we haven't found Klaus by then, prepare to spend the night before we search together in the morning."

They dispersed, heading in different directions. Ben called for his brother while Diego tried to ask people they encountered if they'd seen a tall weirdo with eyeshadow. Unfortunately, there was a language barrier, as their father had seen it fit to teach them Latin and Ancient Greek, rather than languages people actually spoke, which only led to confused looks. The times they met someone who spoke English, they were informed that no, Klaus hadn't been seen. Biting the inside of his cheek anxiously, Ben tried not to let his worry overwhelm him.

"You good?" Diego eyed his brother. He knew, because of the whole ghost thing, that Ben and Klaus were closer than most of them. The things Ben must've seen while Klaus was at his worst… he shuddered to think about it, knowing Klaus' habits. "We'll find him," he promised, "I mean, with Five spearheading this thing, we have to." But Ben didn't look particularly encouraged. Diego nodded morosely. Despite himself, he was feeling the same thing. "It's not so much about finding him, is it?" He got no answer. He didn't need one. They would find Klaus. Five had many faults but he would never leave family behind. No, what scared them both was the condition they'd find their brother in.

"What he went through…"

"I know."

They pushed open the door to a bar, almost immediately dismissing it. It was near empty and very quiet. Drunk Klaus was not quiet. Neither was sober Klaus, for that matter. "Do you think Five would help if we asked him to," Ben asked quietly, eyes sweeping over the few patrons in the bar, "With getting Dave back for Klaus?" His brother looked thoughtful for a moment. "I know he's all about not radically changing the timeline or whatever," he continued, "But he also changed it by taking Vanya away to stop the apocalypse."

"When we find Klaus, we'll ask," Diego replied, "It's the least he can do after dragging us halfway around the world."

Resigning themselves to the fact that Klaus wasn't in there, they left the bar, moving down the street to a club that was slowly getting a longer queue as nightfall came closer.

Meanwhile, Luther and Vanya trudged along, they too stopping to ask people if they'd seen Klaus without much result. As they passed a rather… risqué neon sign, Vanya grabbed Luther's arm and pulled him to a halt. "We should probably check in here." She sighed at his stunned expression. "Is there something wrong?"

"This is a strip club," Luther remarked, taking a step backward, "You see the sign, right?"

"Yeah."

"And why would Klaus be in a strip club?" The fact that Vanya suggested that they search for their brother in a gentlemen's club was far more surprising than the fact that she suggested that they search for him in a gentlemen's club. His image of her, despite all that apocalypse business, was still that of a little sister, someone he needed to protect from the world. Including the parts of it that could corrupt the innocence he would believe she possessed till his dying breath.

Vanya shrugged. "It's Klaus," she said simply, "There's alcohol and nudity." Without waiting for Luther, she pushed the door open and stepped into the club.

Vaguely, she heard Luther grumble as he followed her, but her attention was focused on the interior of the strip club. It wasn't like she'd imagined it. In her mind, strip clubs were dimly lit with red LED lights everywhere with the exception from the stage, which was lit up with spotlights. The second half of her imagination was right. The first part, not so much. She wondered if it was just that club in particular or if there were others that strayed from the red theme. Along the floor, green lights lit up the foyer, emphasizing the velvety, emerald walls, and the black silk curtains leading to the club. "Hey," she greeted, relieved when the man watching the coatroom spoke English, "I'm looking for my brother, he's about this tall with a bunch of eyeshadow, and he was wearing a green cargo vest and these black, leather pants that ties up on the sides."

Unfortunately, he shook his head, explaining that no one matching her description had come through that day. Luther nodded his thanks to the man, clasping Vanya's shoulder. "Let's go, he's probably somewhere down the street." He knew she was worried, but he couldn't lie. Klaus, if anyone, would know how to handle himself on the street, weird as that may sound. No, he'd had his own reasons for wanting to roam around alone with Vanya. "Hey," he started as they walked back outside, "I'm sorry." Vanya turned around, eyes wide.

"For what?"

Luther stuffed his hands as far into his jean pockets as his strange frame would allow to stop them from trembling. "For everything," he murmured, pulling her to a stop, "For being a little asshole when we were kids, for not reaching out when we left home, for everything that happened from the moment Five came back till we landed in Dallas—" His speech came to an abrupt end when his tiniest sibling, bar Five who didn't count because he was thirteen again, launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around him. He patted her head awkwardly.

"I forgive you."

Six blocks away, Allison and Five shouted their brother's name. Well, Allison shouted, while watching Five pop in and out of every bar, restaurant, and club they came across. He looked strangely frantic and she found it absolutely adorable. Not that she, for fear of her own life, would ever say that to his face. The barely concealed worry on his face mirrored what she imagined a real mother would've looked like when they went on their missions. Or a real father, for that matter. She thought it suited him, while still looking out of place on his young-again face. "Have you ever thought of having kids," she asked, catching him off guard just as he prepared to make another jump, which led to him stumbling, "I know you're thirteen and all, but you've lived longer than the rest of us and I… I guess, I was just wondering if the thought ever crossed your mind."

"I don't know," he replied, "Clearly, there are parts of my life I don't remember, so I might've considered it without remembering it."

"So, you have no memories of thinking about having kids?"

"Exactly."

Allison nodded thoughtfully, while Five popped into a bar nearby. When he came back, she started talking again. "But if you think about it now, do you see yourselves having kids someday?" He gave her an annoyed look and she called Klaus' name just to show that she was still looking.

"What's it like being a parent," he asked, carefully veering around the question, "What's your Claire like?" Five observed the wistful expression on his sister's face. He vaguely recalled mentioning his niece before, when he needed them to find Harold Jenkins. As he'd said then, he wanted to meet her someday. But then a thought struck him. "We can't ever see her, can we?" Something inside him, achingly similar to the voice, told him that he was being insensitive. But he was curious and wanted to know if she could move on or if he'd need to pay a visit to her ex-husband.

A heavy sigh slipped past Allison's lips. "No, we can't," she whispered, "Patrick got full custody." They'd stopped, both of them looking out over the ocean. She was touched that Five seemed to put the search for Klaus on the back burner in order to pay attention to her. "I think she might be better off," she confessed, feeling tears well in her eyes, "I used my powers on her and that… that's not fair to her, it's not real parenting." Five wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close in a hug. Allison squeaked in surprise, certain that growth spurts didn't happen that fast. Opening her eyes, she couldn't help but giggle as she realized that he'd stepped onto a bench to be able to reach her properly. "I think you'd make a great dad one day," she said, smiling as she kissed his cheek gratefully, "Just the way you're looking for Klaus—"

"Ah, shit, I forgot about him." He jumped into a nearby strip club, scaring the crap out of a waitress, quickly searched the room for his brother, and then returned to Allison to resume the search.

But three hours passed and Klaus was nowhere to be found. Because Five had his powers, he jumped himself and Allison back to the rendezvous point, only to land on someone.

"Ow, bloody hell!"

In all their years as a family, Allison had never seen Five move as fast as he did when he pinned the woman who had been following them to the wall, one hand clamped tightly around her throat.

"Who are you?" When he received no answer he leaned up, pressing harder. "Answer me."

Eyes rolling, Allison leaned against the wall beside them. "You know, I'm no expert on his whole torture thing, but it's generally easier to get an answer if the person you're asking can breathe." He made absolutely no move to let the Commission agent go. With a shake of her head, she leaned forward. "I heard a rumor that you couldn't move any part of your body except those necessary to tell us the truth." The woman froze, allowing Allison to pull Five away from her. She gave him a stern look, awkwardly aware that he was technically older than her. "Now, tell us who you are," she said, turning to the woman again, "And then state your business."

"Hey, what the hell is going on here?" Diego skipped a few steps in his haste to get to them as he and Ben rounded the corner. He glared at Five, then at Lila. "I told you he would kill you if he got a hold of you!"

Five shoved him away. "Do as Allison said, or you better believe I will end you," he threatened darkly, "I'm trying to cut back on killing but sometimes when I'm stressed, I just can't seem to help myself." He reached for her again, only to be held back as Luther and Vanya appeared at the top of the staircase. Luther had barely laid eyes on him before he jogged down the steps and grabbed his upper arms, lifting him up into the air. Several, long lines of various expletives left Five's lips as he kicked fruitlessly.

"My name is Lila Pitts," Lila stated, still unable to move, "I'm here to warn you about the Handler." She sighed in relief when Five immediately stopped fighting against the big one's hold. If the Commission found out about what she was doing before she could warn him and help him stop the Handler, she was dead anyway. "She left the office a few days ago," she explained, "Apparently she found something that would help her get to you."

All the siblings shared a look before turning back to her. Diego walked up and down a few steps. "What is it?"

"I don't know," she replied, "The Handler never told anyone before she left." Lila watched the Hargreeves discuss her revelation quietly among themselves. It became glaringly clear that they'd completely forgotten that she couldn't actually move when they started talking about finding a 'Klaus' and getting out of there. "Pardon me," she interrupted, "Would you mind letting me move now?"

Looking up, Five shook his head. "It'll wear off." He could tell Diego was about to protest and raised a single, challenging eyebrow. His brother stared back at him defiantly for a moment before deflating. "Good," Five continued, "Now, let's find our idiot brother and hope we have a new destination by then."

Barely had the words left his mouth when Klaus appeared in their line of sight. They all rushed up to him, overlapping questions about his wellbeing, whereabouts, and lack of intelligence, from fairly obvious siblings, being thrown out. It all came to a halt when they saw that he was in the company of an ancient lady and held an ice cream cone in one hand. He beamed at them.

"Guys, this is Alma," he introduced happily, "Her cat got stuck in a tree and I helped him down, so we've been at that café over there." Klaus pointed to a quaint little building before he turned to Alma and, in fluent Spanish, introduced her to his family. Then he helped her get to the other side of the road and returned to his siblings. "Gracias por todo," he called, waving. Upon facing the stunned expressions of his companions, he laughed heartily. "She told me this really funny story about how her grandson was marrying this absolute Bridezilla, who wanted magenta table cloths," he said, "Can you believe that?"

Five was at his wit's end. "You mean to tell me that you've been in the café right next to where we first arrived," he asked, deadly calm, "All day?" His trigger finger was twitching. He needed a drink. It didn't particularly matter what kind of drink, though the idea of a bottle of tequila, no glass required, was starting to sound damn good.

"Yeah!" He smiled, feeling at the top of the world. Alma had been nice. She'd bought him ice cream and— "Oh, right," he exclaimed, digging through his pockets, "Alma gave me like, fifty euros or something." He held up a note, wiggling it in his brother's face. "We can buy food now."

"… Douro sounded cool, I'm not actually here for the wine."

Barely containing a growl, Five shook his head. "No time," he stated, holding out his hands, "Next up, Portugal."