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It's late afternoon when someone who really looks like he doesn't belong here saunters in from the front door. (It's probably the uniform.) There's surprise on his face at first - who isn't surprised when a bar you've never been to before shows up where your closet should be? - but the expression is soon replaced with a big smile.

There's a blue flash and he's at the bar ordering a cup of coffee, black, and then another flash and he's seated in one of the comfy armchairs by the window. Legs crossed ankle over knee, he sits back and watches the display with an odd curiosity.

This has to be it. The place the workers at the Commission only whisper about.

Number Five has finally arrived at Milliways.

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Five has been indulging in the time honored tradition of people watching. He's still getting used to the amount of people there are here, and in the world. Forty five years alone will do that to you.

Eventually, he hones in on a face that is more than familiar. Klaus?

He abandons his armchair and blinks over to where Klaus is. "The fuck are you doing?" Here, in general, as well as, Klaus, what are you doing?

Klaus is... painfully used to people appearing out of thin air and insulting him, it's kind of his thing, so no one should be really surprised when his first reply is... less than impressed. It doesn't help that he's trying to focus here. Admittedly hard when a bit high, but hey. Trying.

"Looking finer than you ever will, asshole." He grumbles, voice kept to a low pitch learned from years of avoiding having people realize he's 'talking to himself'. Then he sighs, and then looks over, resignedly.

Whoop, there's the scream.

"Calm down." Dramatic as always he can see. Five hasn't even noticed the toe polishing yet.

"What are you doing here? Is anyone else here?"

"What am I.. what are you doing here? And yes, there's other people here, there's lots... wait, did you go blind? Five, can you see me?" In the grand tradition of people being told to calm down, Klaus fails to calm down even one little bit, because his littlest missing bro who isn't missing any more is blind and who blinded his littlest bro he'll... well, he'll sic Luther and Diego on them, that'll work, right?

"From. The. Family." He resists the urge to slap Klaus up side the head. It's a bit if a reach right now so he sets it aside for another time. Which probably wont be long.

"And stop painting your toes. You're in a mini-skirt. No one needs to see that."

Especially him.

"There's a difference between needs and wants, bro." Klaus waves off the complaint, because Five is clearly just jealous that Klaus will have prettier toes. But evidently Five can see him, which is great! And is also alive, which is even better!

"But yeah, I mean, not right now? Ben was here, but I don't know where he wandered off to, probably the library." It's still a very unusual experience, not being his brother's literal keeper, and he's definitely not used to it.

Ben's here? From what little he knows from being back in their timeline, Ben is dead. Which is a shame, but it doesn't explain how he's in Milliways. Can the dead actually come here?

"Yeah, the library. I'll have to check that out." Because library. Also, could lead to Ben.

Klaus, who for over a decade now not been believed by anyone about dead people, continues his firm stance of not offering further information about dead people.

"I've heard it's cool. For a library." Klaus has very little use for libraries, honestly, people are much more fun and informative.

"Anyway, good job on not being dead, I always believed."

"Right. I doubt any of you ever looked for me." Not that they'd have fond him, but it's the point that counts.

"I got stuck in the future."

"Who'd look for you?" He snarks, rolling his eyes, because... that actually hurt. Of course he didn't look. If Klaus Hargreeves, Number Four, The Seance, found his brother out of all of them... welp.

Done that once, don't want to do it again.

And it wasn't like Daddy Hargreeves was letting them out to go on searches.

He'd like to think Vanya, of any of then, would have at least tried. But Klaus is right; Dad would have treated it like nothing happened and carried on.

"How long have you been coming here?"

"I don't know, 'bout a year? Give or take?" Time's weird here, man." Which, he knows, is about as hilarious as someone offering him advice on ghosts, but there you go. Time is weird here.

"About a year?" A year?! How the fuck did Klaus get here before him?

"So I've heard."

"About, yeah. Maybe like a year and a half?" Klaus shrugs. Time means... not much to him. It's not like he has any plans to complete or anything.

That is totally unfair. Five might be pouting about it.

"You don't deserve it. But we've got a lot to do now, so let's get prepared."

Rude.

"Prepare?" Klaus asks, blandly, while going back to his painting.

"Prepare." Five just sighs and leans in with a louder voice. "There's an apocalypse coming and we're going to stop it."

Klaus pauses, and turns to blink at Five.

"Is that a royal we, or do you have some plucky band of miscreants hiding in your pockets?"

Apocalypse, Klaus! Why couldn't Luther or Allison be here?

"If you had two braincells to rub together... There's an apocalypse coming. We are stopping it. You, the rest of the family."

Klaus takes a moment to think of all the things he would miss about the world if it stopped turning.

"You have fun with that. I'm out." Zero things, it turns out, makes for a very short list. And evidently he has a definite time limit on getting these nails done.

"You're not out. No one's out. This is something we need to do together." Because he doesn't think he can do it alone.

Klaus snorts, because the last thing they did together was that damned breakfast before Five disappeared into the ether. After that came the slow dissolution, which for him ended on a cold rainy night when he was nineteen.

"Nope, no more missions for me." Klaus is back at the mansion because it's a hell of a lot warmer than the street, because mom still makes the best cookies, and because there's a shitton of stuff to pawn.

"Yes, mission for you. And everyone else." What about this doesn't he understand?

"You're going to die if we don't stop it."

"... okay?" Klaus doesn't look terribly put out by the idea. "I mean, if you say so. It'd be a first."

Look, he already knows God hates him, hateful little brat that she is.

Alright. He's had enough. Five climbs up on a chair and leans down to be level with Klaus.

"This is not some untimely overdose, Klaus. This is the apocalypse. You will be dead. The whole family will be dead. Seven billion others, dead. I've seen it. I've seen your body."