Inseparable

Chapter Eleven

                                                                                 -Y/N'S POV-

I wake up the next morning yawning, we're in the woods. It must be close to the grandma's cabin.

The car pulls to a stop and Allison and I hop out. I walk quickly behind Allison up to a window, she peers inside, "I don't hear anyone." I say softly, "I don't think they're home.."

Allison frowns and looks inside again, I see it Vanya's violin. Allison and I both jump as a bird flies way to close.

I feel a vision tumbled into me-

Klaus and Luther, Klaus teasing a very, very overly hairy Luther..

Oh my fucking hell Luther fucked with a girl. Better not tell Allison yet...

I quickly follow Allison back to the car.

                                                         -FIVE'S POV-

I wake up with a groan, my side stinging. I look over to my bedside table to see a folded note, with Y/n's Bayshore style handwriting on it.

I open it up and read it. Feeling a smile on my face. I tuck the note into my pocket and pull on a pajama shirt, getting up gingerly.

I hope she's right.. About us saving the world..

I go downstairs, sitting down at the table and taking Luther's cup of coffee. He gives me a 'what the hell' face and I give him a fake smile in return.

I sit drinking my coffee until Klaus starts talking about conjuring Dad. I look up, puzzled. Luther glances at me with the same confused expression.

"I thought you said you hadn't been able to conjure anyone in years." Luther says with a frown, matching my own.

"Ah yes, I know, but now I'm sober. Ta-da!" Klaus says brightly, a spatula in his hand, "I got clean yestarday to talk to someone special, then I ended up having this conversation.. With dear ol' Daddy himself."

"Has anyone got some aspirin?" Luther asks with a moan.

"Stop shelf, next to the crackers." I say, taking another sip of coffee, hope Y/n is okay.

"Hey, hey, hey this is serious guys, alright?" Klaus asks waving his hands, "This really happened I swear!"

"Okay. Fine, I'll play, what did the old man have to say?" I ask with a fake smile, setting down my coffee.

"Well he gave me the usual lecture about my appearance and my failures in life. Yada Yada Yada." Klaus says waving the spatula around in the air, "No suprise there, even the afterlife couldn't soften a hardass like Dad. But he did mention something about his murder, or lack thereof,  because..." 

I sigh, and Luther pulls his hood back over his head with a scowl.

"..He killed himself" Klaus says whipping the spatula down.

Luther stares at Klaus, "I don't have time for your games Klaus." He hisses.

"I'm telling you the truth Luther, I'm telling you the truth." Klaus says as Luther gets up.

"Why'd he do it then." I ask with a frown, holding onto my warm coffee cup, Y/n's note tucked in my pocket.

"He said it was the only way to get us all home again." Klaus says simply.

"No, Dad wouldn't just kill himself." Luther says defiantly.

"Ah, you said it yourself, he was depressed." I state evenly, not lifting my eyes from my coffee, "Holed up in his office, day and night."