Two :
Run Boy Run

"Uh, can I help you?"

Addison and Five both grinned simultaneously, the latter holding up the prosthetic eye; as they faced the man in the pristine white coat.

They were both at Meritech, a large multi-floored building with wide glass windows and doors that reflected the rays of the dim looking sun instead of letting it spill through.

The marble flooring was just as spotless, and acted as a horizontal slide for the cheerful girl; the time traveler certainly amused for that period.

"I need to know who this belongs to." Five almost demanded.

"Where did you get that?"
"What do you care?" The other grasped the brunet's hand, squeezing it; the boy quickly putting on an innocent facade.

"I...I found it at a playground, actually. Must have just" He clicked his tongue.
"popped out."

"We want to return it to its rightful owner." Addison added helpfully, sending him a blinding grin.

"Aw, what a thoughtful young couple." The receptionist cooed, the two turning to the woman.

"My, you're a beautiful woman."
"Yeah. Look up the name for us, will you?" Five asked with a bewitching smile, the man soon interjecting.

"Uh, I'm sorry; but patient records are strictly confidential. That means I can't tell you-"
"-Yeah I know what it means."

"We're not idiots, idiot."

"But, I'll tell you what I can do. I will take the eye off your hands and return it to the owner. I'm sure he or she will be very grateful, so if I can just-"

The brunet moved the prosthetic away from the man's prying hand, the platinum blond releasing her grasp and standing back on the heels of her feet.

Addison clasped her hands behind her back as she watched the scene play out as if she were watching some TV series.

"Yeah, you're not touching this eye." Five's grin instantly faded, now agitated.

"Now, you listen here young man-" His arms shot out and grabbed fistfuls of his pearly lapel, sneering and fed up.

"No, you listen to me asshole! I've come a long way for this, through some shit your pea brain couldn't even comprehend; so just give me the information I need, and I'll be on my merry way."

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
One of them is prickly.
And that escalated quickly.

"And if you call me 'young man' one more time, I'm gonna put your head through that damn wall."

"Oh dear.."
"That was hot." Addison wolf-whistled.

"Call security." The man whispered softly and fearfully, words shaky and unstable as Klaus.

The young-looking woman threw the receptionist a menacing, almost warning grin.

"Please don't."

The hot-blooded brunet forcefully let go of the man, pushing him back slightly as he did so with a clenched jaw.

"I don't have time for your shit."

-

Items and empty beer bottles clattered noisily and as Klaus clumsily pushed himself out of the closet, a dirtied off-white baseball rolling out.

"So you're not straight?" The girl asked as she crawled out from beneath the bed, grasping the sphere that tapped her arm.

There wasn't really a reason for her to hide, but she did so anyway; there is never a bad time for a little game of hide and seek.

"Nope, not at all Addison; straight as a flaccid dick. And Five. That's so touching, all that stuff about family and dad and time. Wow!"

"Would you shut up! She'll hear you." Five hissed angrily, almost like some aggravated kitten.

"I'm moist."

The brunet inspected Klaus's eccentric choice of clothing.

"I thought I told you to put on something professional." The drunk looked mildly offended.

"What, this is my nicest outfit."
"We'll raid the old man's closet." Five said with a sigh, Addison patting Klaus's shoulder comfortingly.

"Whatever, as long as I get paid."
"When the job is done."

"Okay, but so we're clear on the finer details." He waved his hand around in the air.
"I just gotta go into this place, and pretend to be your dear old daddy; correct?"

"Dad, not daddy Klaus."
"Yeah, something like that." An irritated suspire escaped his lips as he shoved his hands within his navy blazer pockets, his lover imitating him and putting her own in the pockets of her coat.

"What's our cover story?"

"What, what are you talking about?" The coffee haired boy looked genuinely surprised when he was asked that question, clearly having purposefully left out this unnecessary aspect.

"I mean, was I young when I had you, like sixteen? Like, young and...terribly misguided." Addison snickered under her breath.

"Sure." Five replied, unimpressed.
"Your mother, that slut. Whoever she was...we met at..." He paused for a moment, racking through his suddenly blank mind for an idea; the blond filling in the plot hole.

"The disco."
"Great, okay; remember that. Oh my god, the sex was amaaazing, and then you hook up with Addison one day-"
"-what a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain."

"Klaus keep your sex life to yourself.

The drunk pointed towards the two, who were already making their way down the mahogany staircase.

"Don't make me put you guys into time out."

"Haha, I'm not your daughter. You can't do that."

"Fudge nuggets!"

-

"And what about my consent?"

"Excuse me?" The man asked with furrowed eyebrows, looking at Klaus as if he were a drunk crazed man that hadn't seen a sober day in years.

"You gave you permission, to lay your hands on my son and his girlfriend?" Klaus asked emotionally, looking as though he were about to burst into tears.

Addison and Five exchanged the same concerned grin, this was a brilliant idea, yes.
But knowing their (adoptive) drunk brother, something unexpected was bound to happen.

"What?"
"You heard me."

"I haven't touched them." The man said in a seemingly confident, matter of factly voice; although you could tell by the fear that flashed in his eyes that he knew something abnormal was happening.

"Oh really? Then how did he get that swollen lip, then?"
"He doesn't have a-"

He stood up and suddenly threw a punch towards the brunet's face, leaving him with a bloody busted lip; Five piercing his soul with a pissed glare.

"And his lover, how did she get stabbed?" The platinum blond nearly kicked Klaus's privates when he stabbed her arm with a pair of Crayola scissors that were on the birch table.

"I want it. Name, please. Now."

"You're crazy."
"You got no idea." He chuckled, eyes wide and brimming with excitement and adrenaline.

"Seriously, he as drunk as a skunk."

"'Peace on Earth', that's so sweet." He rammed it on his forehead, the glass shattering loudly as the pair of apparent teens flinched back; water, blood and sparkly glitter running down his face.

"God that hurt!"

"I'm calling secur- What are you doing?!" Klaus wrenched the phone out of the man's grasp, hands shaking.

"There's been an assault in Mr Big's office, and we need security now SCHNELL!" The receiver clattered as he haphazardly dropped the phone back down, exhaling and shaking his head like a dog.

"Now here's what's gonna happen, Grant."
"It's... Lance."

"In about sixty seconds two security guards are going to burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lotta blood; and they're gonna wonder, 'what the hell happened?' and we're gonna tell them, that you...beat the shit out of us."

The drunk sobbed dramatically, Five grinning from behind and internally praising Klaus; not that it'll ever happen again.

"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, like a.." He started spinning his hips on the spot.

"You're just, you're gonna do great. That's all I'm saying."

"Aw, how kind of you Klausie." Addison said, grasping the healing wound on her limb.

"Jesus you're a real sick bastard."

"Thank you." He spat out a minuscule shard of glass and flashed a grin.

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