Episode Two: Run Boy Run

Part Three.

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"Five? Percy? Oh, thank god."

The two not-so-teenage teenagers turned around to see Vanya breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of her two siblings. Percy managed a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, though Five's was far more genuine than hers. It was simply that… being back in the Academy, again, wasn't sitting right with her. She was supposed to go back there for a day, and just a day for the funeral, but now it seemed as though she had to just keep going back and back, and she had a feeling this wasn't going to be her last day back at the mansion she had once called her nightmare.

"I was worried sick about you," Vanya continued, and Percy's smile became a little more real, though it was sadder. When Vanya was worried about her siblings, she went and sought them out, to make sure that they were okay, to see that they were okay with her own two eyes. Percy? She never reached out to her siblings, no matter how much she sometimes wanted to. Not that any of the others really did either, but she had never been as kind as Vanya had been. Sometimes she wished she was. Would that relieve some of her pain, or would it make it worse?

"Sorry we left without saying goodbye," Five said quietly, to which Vanya replied:

"No, look, I'm the one that should be sorry." Percy settled herself down on Five's bed while he slowly walked up to Vanya as the (technically) older girl continued, "Yeah, I was dismissive, and… I—I guess I didn't know how to process what you were saying. And I still can't, to be honest."

Percy didn't smile, but she did clasp her hands together tightly, staring down at them. It made sense that Vanya wasn't sure how to process the fact that the world was going to end in seven days. Honestly, even Percy didn't know how to process it, but she had known Five well enough to know that he hadn't gone insane, and that he was telling the truth. And Percy had a feeling that, deep down, Vanya knew that what Five was saying was true too. It was simply that she refused to believe it, and Percy had to admit, she wished she could do that too. She wished she could just brush off Five's insistence and tell him there was no possible way the apocalypse could happen, but laughing it off didn't deny the fact that it was going to happen.

If Percy had been a little more selfish, she knew what she would've done. She would've frozen time for everybody but her family, and she would've guaranteed them all a long, happy life, and die of old age before time restarted again. She would've made sure that her family had the happy ending they deserved, and to do so, she would've screwed over everybody else on Earth. And she would've stopped practicing on herself—she would let herself age with Five, let herself feel normal again… and true, she would probably start having periods and go through puberty (one of the reasons she had stayed thirteen was so she didn't have to go through with all of that), but at least she would have a life with Five.

But Percy wasn't that selfish (well, it was also partly because she wasn't sure if she could conduct such magic on such a large scale for so long, because no matter what she told herself, she was, and always would be, a little selfish). She couldn't let billions of people die simply because she wanted eight people to live out their lives happily. Besides, what kind of life would it be? Growing up, growing old, with time frozen all around you? Maybe it would be fine for the first few days, weeks, months—maybe even years—but soon, she would be driven insane. And she knew her siblings would be too.

"Maybe you were right to be dismissive," Five said softly. "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."

"Thanks, but… I think I'm just gonna get some rest. It's been a long time since I've had a good sleep."

"Okay," Vanya said, almost as if she was confirming it to herself, and then she turned around and left, leaving Percy to sigh after her.

"I didn't realize how much I missed Vanya until now," Percy said as she stared at where Vanya had been moments before. "Honestly, I didn't realize how much I missed everybody in this fucked up family until today." Then she glanced at the closet as Klaus tumbled out from it in a horribly clashing outfit and spilling various contents onto the ground and continued, "Even you, Klaus. I even missed you. Though right now, I'm wondering why."

"Ah, you know you love me, Perse," Klaus said dramatically, making Percy roll her eyes but smile nonetheless. "And Five, that was so… touching, all that stuff about family and Dad and time. Wow!"

"Would you shut up?" Five snapped through gritted teeth. She'll hear you," to which Klaus replied:

"I'm moist."

As if deciding that that was the end of that conversation, Five switched topics. "I told you to put on something professional."

"What? This is my nicest outfit."

Five rolled his eyes and shook his head, sighing in exasperation. "We'll raid the old man's closet."

"Whatever. As long as I get paid."

"When the job is done," Five said in irritation.

Percy just rolled her eyes and she rose from where she was sitting, following Klaus who was following Five outside his room. She loved Klaus, she really did, and she sometimes admired that he could somehow push all his feelings aside and laugh and crack jokes if it meant he would be able to make his family smile. Percy just pushed all her emotions behind an emotionless expression to protect herself, because she couldn't bring herself to care about making sure other people were okay too. Selfish of her? Of course. But she was so tired—so tired of smiling and laughing and coming up with stupid jokes, because she had done that after Five had disappeared and Ben had died, and each time she tried for some humor, it seemed as though someone had torn a chunk out of her heart.

How was it fair that she was able to sit there and laugh and smile and Ben and Five couldn't? Why couldn't it have been her who had died? Why had she failed another brother again? Why hadn't it been her?

The questions had always haunted her. She wondered if her siblings thought the same. They kept her so drained, so tired. She spent countless nights laying in bed, staring at her ceiling, so utterly tired, asking those questions over and over again to herself. Would she ever break free? she often wondered. Would she ever be granted freedom from her own dark thoughts? Perhaps not. Perhaps she would always suffer such thoughts. But when she looked at Five and Klaus arguing, she felt a small smile tug on her lips and, like so many of the last ones, it wasn't fake.

Maybe she would never be free. But being back at the Academy, no matter how much of a shithole it was… being with her family helped. A lot. Even if they had only banded together again because the world was ending in seven days.

"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?"

"Yeah. Something like that," Five replied, and Percy, in all honesty, was a bit stunned to hear no hostility in his voice.

"What's our cover story?"

Five frowned at that, his already strained smile slipping off, and shook his head a little bit, before asking in disbelief, "What? What are you talking about?"

"I mean, was I really young when I had you? Like, 16? Like, young and... terribly misguided?"

"Sure," Five muttered, sounding rather confused.

"Your mother, that slut." Five and Percy just raised an eyebrow at that, but the latter didn't say anything, seeing that Klaus was clearly having fun with coming up with a story. "Whoever she was. We met at... the disco." Klaus chuckled as Percy and Five just glanced at each other, though she could tell he was suppressing a smile "Okay? Remember that." Then he snapped his fingers and said, rather disturbingly, "Oh, my God, the sex was amazing."

As he dragged out the last word with Percy looking at him as if he had gone insane, Five voiced for both him and Percy, "What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain."

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

Percy just rolled her eyes at that as they thundered down the stairs. As if Five would ever let Klaus put him in timeout. Since they were young, Klaus had already turned to substances, and, with their father's wealth, it wasn't like it was hard to get them. Percy always did everything she could—throwing them away, trying to get him to stop, rooting through all his hiding places whenever he was out of his room. It was never enough though, and he spiralled deeper when his training was lacking from his abuse of substances and their father had punished him for it.

Some of the Hargreeves siblings embraced their power. Allison and Five were prime examples of that. Others, like Klaus and Percy, ran away from it. Klaus turned to substances, Percy turned to stopping time and emotions, and Ben… Ben had turned to his family, his friends, for help. She wished she had been more like him. It was too late to reverse the damage she had done to herself anyway. She wasn't sure if she would even be able to speed up her aging process to her actual age from all the magic she had all but mutilated her body with. That was the problem with magic. Every use chipped a bit more at your humanity.

But, going back to the matter at hand, Klaus had never been the best at combat. He had always been too… preoccupied, for a lack of a better word, both mentally and physically. Five, of course, had always been the best, with Percy coming in as a close second, but that was only because she knew both the traditional and street-style types. None of the other children had wanted to learn Percy's strange style, always turning their noses up in the air whenever it was brought up, clearly thinking themselves far better because of their original upbringing. It had only been Five, and eventually Vanya, who had taken an interest in it.

Percy privately thought that the rest of them shouldn't have thought themselves so high and mighty when compared to her. True, they had had the best trainers since young, but she, at the young age of seven, had completely swept the floor with six members of the Umbrella Academy (Vanya hadn't been fighting her, of course). It would've done them some good to stop being so proud and snobby. But, in the end, she had come to love them anyway (though that couldn't be said when she had first joined, because about half of them disliked her too much to even make an attempt to include her), so she supposed the joke was on her.

Somehow, Klaus had a driver's license. She honestly wasn't sure how. Maybe he had sobered up for the test, and just pushed through the whole ghost torture, or maybe he had used the ghosts to threaten the DMV people. Maybe they just gave it to him because they knew he was an Umbrella Academy member and thought that if he were able to fight crime, then he should've been able to drive a car. Or maybe Percy was just underestimating his ability to drive while high. Either way, Klaus insisted that he be the one to drive Percy's car, considering he was the only one that looked legally able to do so, and had smugly flashed his license in her face when she had challenged his words.

Percy, of course, refused to sit in the backseat of her own car, and had a silent, deadly staring match with Five that she refused to lose. Even Klaus didn't try and get in between them. Finally, Five, deciding that the fate of the world was more important than sitting shotgun for about twenty minutes (that was, of course, after five minutes of glaring), just rolled his eyes and scoffed to himself, yanking open the door to the backseat harshly, leaving Percy to smile smugly to herself and get in the passenger seat. She did have to admit that it was probably better for Klaus to drive, since she was sure that if it had been her, they would've been pulled over (Percy usually drove with a hoodie on to avoid that), but Klaus' driving was… well, terrifying.

In the end, she just took to gripping her armrests tightly, screwing her eyes shut, and praying to herself that Klaus wouldn't crash the car and murder about a dozen people. With her eyes closed, she couldn't exactly tell what Klaus was doing, but judging from the violent swerving of the car and the numerous screams and gasps and all the continuous honking, he was probably close to killing someone about a hundred times.

From the back, Five suddenly said warily, "You don't know how to drive, do you?"

"I know the principle, which is like, the same thing," Klaus replied. "Hit the gas, brake, don't hurt anyone, turn the wheel, do something with this… knob thing."

"You don't know how to drive?!" Percy screeched, eyes flying open.

"The license is fake," Klaus admitted, "but hey, I actually did take the test. I just failed terribly and I couldn't even finish it because my instructor forced me to park and let him get off because he thought I was going to kill him. All in all, I think I made it about five minutes in."

Percy sank lower into her seat. "Why did I let you do this?"

"Because you love me?"

Klaus had taken his eyes off the road, and when he looked back, he realized he was about two feet from the white line and there was a stop sign. Percy had been about to reply when Klaus slammed the brakes, lurching all three of them forward. The seatbelt dug into Percy's throat as she gasped; Five uttered quite a few swears as he banged his head against the back of Klaus' seat; and Klaus laughed in delight as his chest accidentally honked the horn.

"That was fun! Let's do it again!"

"Klaus, I will kill you if you do," Percy threatened.

"Aw, Percy, you're absolutely no fun."

"Keep driving like that and I'll get fun," she muttered under her breath.

Of course, nobody in the car knew what she meant by that; not even Percy herself, but Klaus knew when to stop pushing it. Percy's threats could sometimes get rather creative (he still lived in slight fear that one day, Percy was going to steal his teeth) and he would've rather kept himself out of her bad side. Of course, Percy didn't use to have a bad side. It only started appearing after Five disappeared, and worsened when Ben died.

That was the year she had left the Umbrella Academy anyway. Diego had followed two years later.

The Umbrella Academy just didn't feel the same anymore with three members missing.

Klaus talked when he was nervous. Percy knew that well. Most people shut up and tried to pretend they didn't exist, but Klaus was the exact opposite. It was his way of venting, of controlling his feelings, and most of his siblings knew that too. Well, all the ones who had bothered to care. Even Five, who usually had no tolerance for idiocy, recognized that, and let him ramble when needed. So both of them didn't try and tell him to shut up as Klaus kept going on and on about his life and all the new places he had gone.

Klaus, for his part, knew the topics that Percy and Five didn't care, or want, to discuss, like his substance abuse. His entire life, he had been torn between wanting to quit and wanting to continue. But hearing dead people follow you for decades, screaming and wailing and causing excruciating headaches all the time… well, it really broke you after a while. He knew his siblings wanted him to sober up, and god, Klaus loved his siblings and would've done anything for them, but this—this was one thing he didn't know if he could do. That was like asking Allison to stop rumoring people, which, no matter how much she tried, they all knew she wouldn't be able to do. It was like asking Diego to give up their childhood dreams of becoming superheroes and saving the world.

He couldn't. He just couldn't.

Five, on the other hand, was frowning at the conversation in the car. He may have been harsh with his family sometimes, snapping often and calling them idiots (he couldn't help himself, because they really were idiots), but he also truly loved them. If he didn't, he wouldn't have been working so hard to save all their idiodic and ungrateful asses from the coming apocalypse. Five knew about Klaus' addictions, of course. That was something that he had been indulging in long before Five had ever left the Academy. And Percy… he had read about the changes in Vanya's book, but he hadn't believed it until he had seen it with his own eyes.

And sensing the tension in the car that the three of them were desperately hoping would go away was so… strange, for a lack of a better word. Most of the Umbrella Academy members got on well enough. Of course, Luther was an exception, for he liked nobody but Allison, but besides him, Percy had tried to befriend everyone in the family… though she hadn't seen them as family. After joining the Academy seven years after, they had all seen her as some sort of friend, some nice girl that their father had adopted because of her abilities, but never as a sister.

Perhaps that was why Five had never really cared about realizing that he was hopelessly in love with Percy Hargreeves. He had never seen her as a sister before. Though he was a hypocrite, he thought a bit guiltily, because how many times had he made fun of Luther and Allison…? But Five Hargreeves didn't feel guilty. That was for people who cared, and for people who made mistakes, and he wasn't either. But perhaps guilt was for humans… and despite all that he claimed himself to be, he was still human.

Percy thought that they were all at least a little relieved when Klaus finally arrived at the doctor's building. The silence and forced conversation had been a little too much. Percy wondered if she would ever get used to conversing easily with her siblings again. It seemed like such a faraway dream.

Of course, they had to take the stupid, goddamn slow-ass elevator. Again. Was Percy swearing far too much at some piece of crap technology? Perhaps. Did she care? Not really. In a building as technologically advanced as the one they were in, could they really not afford to drop a few hundred dollars to just oil up the wires or something? Sure, Percy wasn't exactly an expert in elevator mechanics, but at most, it couldn't have been more than a few thousand, right? And going up that elevator every day, several times a day… she wondered how the employees hadn't been driven insane to the point of installing one. She had used it two and a half times (once going up, half going down, and another going up) and she was slowly starting to lose her mind.

Having Klaus in the elevator with them, though, was rather nice—not that Percy would ever admit it. Always quick to fire a joke, he had the knack of sensing tension in the room and trying his best to defuse it. Even if it didn't work all the time, Klaus was her brother, and if laughing uncomfortably told him that she appreciated him trying, then it was a small price to pay. With all their nerves running high, even with Klaus trying to crack some witty remarks, there wasn't much he could do. They hadn't exactly explained the situation to Klaus, unsure of whether he would believe Five like Percy or call him mad like Vanya.

The nice receptionist had started to smile when the three of them stepped out of the elevator, but that smile slipped off as soon as she recognized two of the three kids. Percy had to internally sigh at that. Somehow, she had completely forgotten about that small detail.

"Hi," she said as cheerfully as she could, knowing that Five's patience was wearing thing, and she wouldn't have exactly liked it if they were thrown out for his deplorable manners. "We brought our dad this time."

Two minutes later, the same doctor that Five had threatened just a couple hours ago was the one that had them all sit in his office. Tensions were running high between the three of them, and even Klaus, who knew basically nothing of the situation, noted it. He might've acted like whatever Five was going on about wasn't a big deal, but judging from the way Five and Percy were acting, he was sure it was important. And if his siblings thought that something was important, then he had the obligation to think that it was important too.

Percy forced herself to maintain her smile as Klaus explained his limited knowledge of the situation to the doctor. Lance, his nametag read, but Percy forgot it as soon as she read it. Not like it was important. She had a feeling that he wouldn't tell them anything, whether or not they had their "father" with them.

Of course, she was right, for the doctor said, "Like I said to your son earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you."

And Percy supposed, in the grand scheme of things, that it made sense. If she had been a patient, she surely wouldn't have wanted her information being given out to two random thirteen year old kids. But also, it was just figuring out who the eye belonged to. They really should've had a rule about different types of information being given out, about how some were confidential and some weren't. To be fair, though, any information given out would've been a violation of privacy, and since the doctor didn't know that they were trying to save the world… well, she supposed she could cut him some slack. He was just trying not to lose his job.

Five, however, didn't feel the same way as her apparently, because he stood up and, struggling to contain his rage, ground out, "Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name," which was a fair point, and so the doctor maturely replied:

"Well, that's not my problem. Sorry. Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so—"

"And what about my consent?" Klaus interrupted.

Five looked confused while the doctor asked incredulously, "Excuse me?" but Percy was already grinning. She had smiled genuinely so much these days. Klaus had a plan, and usually, they were insane, wild plans, but honestly, Klaus was more of a Captain Jack Sparrow than anyone would've liked to admit. And honestly? Percy was rather excited to know what he was planning.

"Who gave you permission…" Klaus took a dramatic pause to begin fake-crying, "...to lay your hands... on my son?"

"What?" Five and the doctor asked at the same time, and Percy's grin immediately faded. Oh, no. Klaus was going to do something stupid. So so stpud and she wouldn't be able to do anything to stop him.

"You heard me," Klaus gasped, somehow managing to squeeze out a tear.

"I didn't touch your son."

Klaus had dropped all pretense of crying, though everybody knew that it was fake. Clasping his hands, he leaned forward, while Percy leaned away warily, already knowing he was going to do something stupid, and he half-sang, "Oh, really? Well, then how did he get that swollen lip, then?"

The doctor looked at Five, and then back at Klaus, confusion written all over his face, and then gestured at Five, saying, "He doesn't have a swollen—"

He was immediately cut off when Klaus, without any hesitation, stood up and sucker-punched Five right across the face with almost a sort of smug expression, using so much for that Five's entire body went spinning and Klaus was bent at a ninety-degree angle. Percy couldn't help herself—despite her best efforts, a snort escaped her lips. Then she placed her hands over her mouth to try and stop the laughter, but the giggles were still finding their way out. A few days before Five had disappeared, he had been in a sparring match with Klaus, and had wiped the floor with him. Klaus had grumbled about how he was going to make Five pay for that, and Percy was sure that this was some form of that payment.

The doctor gasped slightly in horror as Klaus straighted, inhaled sharply, and then turned and said with a forced smile, placing his hands on the doctor's desk, "I want it. Name, please. Now."

The doctor was still staring up at Klaus with a horrified expression, and then pointed at him and said shakily, "You're crazy."

Klaus chuckled without amusement. "You got no idea." Then he glanced down, and everybody followed. He picked up a snowglobe on the doctor's table and shook it a little, reading, "'Peace on Earth.' That's so sweet."

And then, with no hesitation, he grabbed it with both hands and smashed it into his forehead with groans of pain as glass shattered all over the floor. His entire face was bleeding, his hands covered in blood, and, out of instinct, Five grabbed Percy's arm and pulled her away from Klaus, clearly seeing that she was the last person uninjured and thinking that Klaus was going to do something to her. Percy, however, frowned and gently tugged her arm from Five reaching out for Klaus to see how injured he was and if he needed to go to the hospital, but then he looked up with a grimace, his hair dripping wet, but he didn't look too bad.

"God, that hurt!" he moaned, eyes closed while he tried to wipe away the water.

Looking rather scared for his life, the doctor all but lunged for the phone on his desk, quickly dialing a number. "I'm calling secur—" He didn't finish (was that going to be the trend from now on?) because Klaus had snatched the phone, ignoring his demands of: "What are you doing?" while Klaus gasped into the phone rather dramatically and said in a faked panicked tone:

"There's been an assault... in Mr. Big's office, and we need security, now. Schnell!"

He dropped the receiver with a half-grunt, half-sigh, shaking his head, placing both hands on the table again while Percy and Five looked around worriedly, trying to see if anybody had seen what had happened, but surprisingly, nobody came running. Nobody but Five noticed the faint red wisps of energy dancing from Percy's fingers. He frowned to himself, wondering what exactly she was doing, and glanced around the room, trying to see what she was speeding up or slowly down for, but little did he know, what he was expecting wasn't what he was seeing. Yet funnily enough, even Five's watchful gaze missed it.

Then Klaus' voice snapped him from his thoughts as he said, "Now, here's what's gonna happen, Grant."

"It's…" the doctor began, then hesitated, and then seemed to realize he couldn't just leave it at that because he finished rather meekly, "Lance."

Ah, right, that had been his name. Maybe Percy would remember it now—oh no, she had already forgotten.

"In about 60 seconds," Klaus continued, as if the other man hadn't spoken, "two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, and they're gonna wonder, 'What the hell happened?'"

Five was beaming at Klaus with a sort of newfound pride in his eyes, as if wondering when Klaus had become so confident, and Percy was laughing through her fingers, because the doctor's face was so hilarious. She wished she could just take out her phone and snap a photo of him. It would've made for a great Christmas card for her family. Klaus was smiling too, eyes glinting wickedly, as if he hadn't had this much fun in ages. And Percy saw that the doctor had finally realized just how sociopathic this entire family was, but it was too late.

"And we're gonna tell them that you" —pausing for effect, Klaus gasped rather dramatically and began fake crying again— "beat the shit out of us."

In all honesty, Five and Percy were smiling like proud parents in the back, which was strange to the doctor, Percy knew, because they were less than half Klaus' age, but also, in all honesty, she didn't really care.

For dramatic effect, Klaus gave one last sob and then sighed, leaning back with a shit-eating grin. "You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I've been there. Little piece of chicken like you. Oh, my God, you're gonna get passed around like a…" Percy's smile became a little fixed when Klaus trailed off, swinging around his hips, and Percy found that she would've rather not known what he was going to get passed around like. Five smiled in confusion, disgust, and embarrassment while Klays realized he probably shouldn't have said what he was going to say and quickly amended, "You're just... You're gonna do great. That's all I'm saying."

"Jesus, you are a real sick bastard," the doctor said with a trembling voice.

"Oh, if you're going to insult us, you're going to have to try harder than invoking the lord's name and calling us a basard," Percy said with a slight grin, finally cutting into the funniest conversation she had probably ever been in. "We're all bastards… or what do you call someone without a father? Literally?"

From the corner of her eye, she saw Five shoot her a warning glance, but she just rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow. It wasn't like the doctor would understand what she meant, and she was proved correct when he just looked at her as if she were insane. And then she remembered that they had told the doctor that Klaus was their dad.

Oops.

"Thank you," was Klaus' reply, and then he spit out a piece of glass from the corner of his mouth.

Percy was still snickering when the doctor led them to the back of the building. Should she have started taking the situation seriously? Probably, but she hadn't had this much fun in ages. The doctor looked like he was about to pee his pants while he rifled through his documents frantically, clearly wanting them out of the building as fast as possible. Klaus wasn't helping either, sitting on the shelf that stored all the files and staring down at the doctor. Percy was next to him, her cool, dangerous gaze chilling the doctor to his bones, though he felt strange at feeling threatened by a thirteen year old.

At last, he pulled out the document he was looking for and flipped through it, and Percy learned forward, eyes glittering in anticipation, but all the doctor did was frown, and then glance at the siblings nervously, to which Klaus just gave him an half-amused grin.

"Oh, that's strange."

"What?" Five demanded.

"Uh, the eye. It hasn't been purchased by a client yet."

At those words, Klaus jumped off from where he had been perched, asking, "What? What do you mean?"

"Well, uh, our logs say that the eye with that serial number…" the doctor began, stuttering a bit as Klaus strolled around him, coming to rest dangerously close to the other side of the man, and Percy took Klaus' original place, flashing her wicked, unamused smile that seemed colder than ice. He cleared his throat and continued, "This can't be right. It hasn't even been manufactured yet."

The Hargreeves siblings all froze at that, and then Klaus looked down at the documents, as if confirming the information, before his eyes flickered up to Five's and he slowly nodded. But there was a look of confusion on Klaus' face too—since Percy and Five hadn't told him the real details because they weren't sure if they could trust Klaus, he didn't know the true origins of the eye. Percy was really regretting not telling him now, but it had been a heat of the moment kind of thing.

"Where did you get that eye?" the doctor finished, looking up at Five with a frown.

Percy and Five both exchanged grimaces, and she knew that he was thinking what she was thinking.

Shit.

This was supposed to come out way before it did, but I got stuck on some homework and then promptly forgot all about this story. Oops? I kinda like this chapter but also kinda hate it at the same time. I like it because I can finally start adding Klaus into the mix and show Percy and Klaus' relationship, but I hate it because... well, I hate my writing.

Anyway, next chapter will be wrapping up the second episode (talk with Klaus and department store that'll get a lot of questions from Percy), and then we'll be moving onto episode three!

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