The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

I Think We're Alone Now

(Y/N) was completely lost looking at Klaus while he poured some more liquor in his cup. He hadn't changed a bit, he looked exactly like the first time she saw him all those years ago in rehab.

She had waited so long to see him again. She hoped for him to visit his dad someday, but he never did, nor the others. And Mr. Hargreeves knew the exact location of all his children but Klaus, he was just too unpredictable and never stayed in a single place for long. (Y/N) was about to give up all hope when the old man died and Pogo told her Klaus probably would pass by, but she wasn't so sure. Yet, there he was, the sun illuminating his face like a dream come true.

-So, did you?- she blinks, realizing the man was talking to her the whole time.

-I'm sorry... What?

-Oh, don't worry, you can tell me, I won't snitch on you with Luther- she looks at him confused-. Did you kill my dad?

-No!- she feels a sting on her chest-. How can you even...?

-I'm just kidding, love!- he laughs it off-. I know you didn't, Luther's just paranoic, like always.

-Oh.

-How you've been? I thought I'll never see you again.

He walks to her and takes her hands in his. She blushes.

-Great... I've missed you.

-Who doesn't?- Klaus smiles nattily-. I want to talk with you about so many things, but... Can you help me first?

-Sure!

-I don't want Luther to be nagging me about the whole "Dad was murdered" thing. Can you sober me up so I can talk to him?

(Y/N) frowns.

-Are you sure?- she places a hand on his cheek-. I know you hate using your power.

-Yeah, but if it helps me get Luther off my ass, I will.

-Ok- she isn't convinced yet, but if that helped him feel better, she'll help.

They walk back to the living room, now empty, and Klaus sits down in front of the urn.

-Whenever you're ready- he nods, and the girl concentrates, her eyes turning yellow.

She starts feeling tipsy, the effect of absorbing Klaus's drunkenness and something else.

-Listen up, old man- Klaus is suddenly serious, passing around the room-. You know, if I was murdered, and one of my sons... Adopted sons... Happened to be able to commune with the dead, I might think about, I don't know, I don't know... Manifesting! Do the whole big angry ghost lecture!

He throws his arms up, frustrated, and then starts imitating his father's voice:

-Tell everyone who done it and find eternal peace- he sighs and stops fooling-. Eternal peace is probably overrated.

They spent hours trying to communicate with Reginald, but nothing happened. Maybe he wasn't available? What do people even do in the afterlife?

-C'mon, C'mon! Chop, chop!- Klaus screams, surprising (Y/N)-. You always were a stubborn bastard!

-Klaus!

-Sorry- he approaches the bar-. I don't know about you, but I need a drink.

She lets go of him, her eyes going back to normal, and runs to get between him and the bottles.

-I don't think you should drink so much just after leaving rehab.

-Sweetheart, I only went to the clinic because I had nowhere to sleep. I'm a lost cause.