The boy who died and the girl who couldn't.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you told me the world was going to end, again."
"uh... about that-"
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A Ben Hargreeves Fan fiction
season 1 - complete ✓
season 2 - writing
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season 1, episode 6
'The day that wasn't'
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"Fuck off."
It was around 09:30 am and Rose was currently trying to finally catch up on the rest that she had missed and desperately needed after all of her recent injuries. That was, until she had been impacted in the head with a pillow. When she responded with a sleepy fuck off and rolled over to face away from whoever had smacked her, she was hit twice more.
"Go away." She groaned, covering her face with a pillow.
"Get up." Klaus told her, completely seriously apart from a skill smirk on his lips, from his place stood next to her bedside.
"We have things we need to discuss." She recognised that voice as Luther. Rose sat up slowly, blowing hair out of her face and rubbing her eyes until she could see the people in her room clearly.
"What the hell do you want?" She spat at Luther who shuffled nervously on his feet in the doorway.
"He was too scared to wake you up." Klaus replied with a small grin, still clutching his pillow in his fists. "So he made me do it."
"Great."
"Come downstairs, we all need to talk." Luther told her. He then turned on his feet and walked away down the hallway. Rose sighed and went to lay down again but was stopped when Klaus smacked her once more.
"I will kill you."
"I wonder why Luther didn't want to wake you up."
Rose threw herself out of bed with a loud groan and rushed towards klaus with her own pillow in her fists. He squealed like a little girl and ran out of the room and down the hallway with his sister quickly on his trail.
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The twins were now sat cross-legged on the carpet of the large living room in the centre of the academy. Rose had her head rested on Klaus's shoulder and, unlike the rest of her siblings who each held a disposable cup of coffee, she cradled a small glass of their father's most expensive whiskey in her hands. She didn't even particularly enjoy the drink, she drank it mainly out of spite towards her father.
"Three days?" Allison asked, pacing the room next to Luther, by the bar.
