You sulked in one of the kitchen chairs, knees pulled up to your chest and eyes barely open. Klaus had woken you and Five up with an obnoxious bell, talking about 'important family business'.

And from the way Luther walked in, eyes bloodshot and sluggishly moving, he had the same fate to suffer.

Five took a cup of coffee and gulped it down, wincing. "Jesus. Who do I gotta kill to get a decent cup of coffee?"

You had no energy to reply, the serum from last night took most of your energy even if you did sleep well. As long as I can be up and running in a few hours, it'll be worth it. You were glad to be showered and in a new pair of clothes.

"Can we get started," Luther asked, his voice raspy. Is he hungover?

"Anyone seen any of the others? Diego? Allison? No?" Klaus stood at the front of the table. "Alright, then, this is the closest thing to a quorum."

You wanted to ask the same.
Where did Allison and Diego go?
After you stepped away from Five, it seemed they both had left you and him alone in the house.

"Listen up," Klaus spoke loudly, banging the table with some silverware and making Luther groan in pain. Yup, hungover.

"There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just gonna spit it out."
He paused almost like something interrupted him before he said it. "Yeah..."

"Klaus," Luther asked and it seemed to snap him back into reality.
"I conjured dad last night."

You sat back in your chair, letting one leg fall to the floor, head tilting in a way that showed hesitant interest.
Five and Luther shared the same look you did, slight non-believability.

Klaus? Conjuring somebody?
"You said you haven't been able to conjure anyone in years."

"Ah, yes, I know, but I'm sober. Ta-da!" Klaus waved around a spatula, trying to motivate us to support him. "I got clean. Yesterday. To talk to someone special, and then ended up having this conversation with dear old daddy himself."

You deadpanned once your father was involved.
"Anyone got any aspirin," Luther asked, voice sounding heavily unimpressed.
"Top shelf, next to the crackers," Five pointed.

Klaus stopped Luther from standing. "Hey, hey, hey. This is serious, guys, all right? This really happened, I swear."

Five lifted a hand before Klaus could keep ranting. "Okay, fine. I'll play," he said, bringing the cup of coffee up to his mouth to sip on. "What did the old man have to say?"

He gave a smile that wasn't directed at you but it still make your stomach churn with butterflies.

"Well, he gave me the usual lecture about my appearance and my failures in life."
No surprise there.
"But he did mention something about his murder, or lack thereof because...."

You left the other leg fall to the floor and leaned towards Klaus, head tilting even more.

"...he killed himself."

Luther's fists that he had rested his head on hit the table softly. Straight-faced, he stood. "I don't have time for your games, Klaus."

"I'm telling you the truth, I'm-I'm telling you the truth, Luther."

Five stayed in his seat, hands cradling the cup of coffee he has yet to finish. "Why'd he do it then?"

"He said it was the only way to get us all home again."
"No. Dad wouldn't just kill himself."

It sounds true, right? What Klaus was saying is something dad would do, even if it was such an extreme measure.

"Didn't you say it yourself, Luther," you asked, looking up at your brother. "He was depressed."
Five nodded. "Holed up in his office and room all day and night."

"No. There weren't any signs. Suicidal people exhibit certain tendencies, strange behaviors."
As Luther went on, you started to believe Klaus more and more.

"Like sending someone to the moon for no reason?"

Luther glared at Klaus with his red and swollen eyes. "I swear to god, Klaus, if you're lying..."
"I'm not. I'm not."

"Master Klaus is correct."

You flinch at the sudden sound of Pogo's voice by your side. He stands at your chair, leaning on his cane. "Regretfully... I helped Master Hargreeves enact his plan."

"What..." Luther seems to be at a loss for words. Everyone stares at Pogo, all expressions showing shock or hurt.

"So did Grace. It was a difficult choice for the both of us."
Klaus leans his arms onto the table and you stare down at the chimpanzee's shoes blankly.

"More difficult than you could ever know."
Pogo takes a deep breath.
"Prior to your father's death, Grace's programming was adjusted so that she was incapable of administering first aid on that... fateful night."

Your breath hitches.
So she was switched to not help Reginald as he gasped for life on his death bed.

"Sick bastard," Five spits.
"So the security tape we saw," Luther asked, not hiding the hurt in his voice.

"It was meant to further the murder mystery."

Luther scoffed and you swore you saw this demeanor crack. That must've hurt him, he was so keen on finding out said 'mystery'.

"Your father hoped that being back here, solving it together... would reignite your desire to be a team again."

"And to what end," Five asked and you wondered the same, eyes still tightly locked onto Pogo's feet.

"To save the world, of course," Pogo said it in a way that seemed like it was obvious, thought that would've been the last thought on your mind.

Father killing himself to make his children save the world. Doesn't sound convincing.

"First the moon mission and now this," Luther spoke up. He looked and sounded defeated. He must be taking this harder than any of us.

He clenched his teeth and glared down at Pogo.
"You watched me search for answers and said nothing."
Pogo kept silent, looking down with a face full of regret.

"Anything else you want to share, Pogo?" Luther raised his voice threateningly. "Any more damn secrets?"

"Hey, calm down, Luther," both Klaus and Five said. You reached up to place a protective hand on Pogo's shoulder. "Luther..."

"No, I won't calm down. We've been lied to by the one person in this family we trusted."
"It was your father's dying wish, Master Luther. I had no choice."

"There's always a choice."

Pogo left the room first, followed by Luther. Five special jumped away and you sighed before standing from your seat.

You roamed the house, trying to find some way to occupy your boredom. I should be finding ways to stop the apocalypse from happening, but that's Five's forte.

"Y/n!"
Speaking of Five.

Five grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers and tugging you up the stairs.
"Wha-what are we doing?"

He doesn't reply and drags you into Klaus's room. Klaus is on his bed, shirtless, trying his best to knit.
Keyword 'trying'.

"Hey. Get up. We're going."
"Where?"
"To save the world."

"Oh, is that all," Klaus asked, tossing the yarn away and grabbing a shirt. "Great."

Five let you sit on the bed and began pacing the room. "So, Pogo said dad killed himself to get us all back together, right?"

You hum in agreement.
"Yeah, so?" Klaus pulled the shirt over his chest and sat up next to you.

"So it got me thinking. I had to jump to the future to figure out when it happened, but dad, he can't time travel."

You nodded, slowly processing where Five was going. "So how did he know to kill himself right before the end of the world," you asked, trailing his body. He's pacing back and forth fast enough to make you dizzy.

"Exactly," Five points.
"Well, you know," Klaus tries but Five holds up his hands.
"Don't answer. That was purely rhetorical."

Klaus deadpans at him before laying his head on your shoulder, the dog tags around his neck clinked together.

"Truth is, our whole lives, he's been telling us we'd save the world from an impending apocalypse."
"Yeah, but I always thought he just said that to scare us into doing the dishes."

"Me too," you speak up, whole-heartedly agreeing. That shit used to freak me out enough to clean the whole kitchen.

"But what if the old man really knew it was going to happen," Five asked, disregarding you and Klaus wincing at the reminiscing threats you used to receive.

"Yeah, but how?"
"No idea," Five answers, pulling you up by your belt loop and letting Klaus stumbled at the sudden disappearance of his head support. "But the fact remains his fakakta plan worked."

"We all came home."
Five nods to your words.
"We're here, we might as well save the world."

"Oh yeah," Klaus grins and follows after as Five heads for the doorway. "What, like, the three of us?"
"Uh, well, ideally not you, but gotta work with what I've got."

You exit the room after Five and hear loud footsteps that approach quickly, belonging to Diego.
"Where have you been," you asked, seeing his throw off a jacket and quickly strap into his leather knife holder.

"Jail."

Oh.
So that's where he disappeared to after him and Allison talked.

"Long story. Where's Luther?"
"Haven't seen him since breakfast," Five fills in, watching his brother with the same curious eyes.

"Wait," you cut in, "but where's Allison."
Diego stops and takes a good look at your face.

"Allison is in danger."