A Ghost You Say? (Number Five X OC) {DISCONTINUED}

☆ミ Chapter Nine - Part Five ☆ミ

Previously...

"I'll do whatever the hell I want." I mutter, not taking my eyes off the boy as he left the room, he paused at the doorframe for a moment, debating his next move, before walking away. I let out a large sigh as I rubbed my temples, 'I have time for this' I thought, before walking to find Klaus 'I'll make time for this'

Ashley's PoV

I waited until I heard the door to Five's room close, well it was more of a slam, Five is definitely in a mood with me. I can't believe that he is ignoring his brother, he claims that the reason for his return was his family, he wants to save them but would that even matter if his family hated him? If he doesn't attempt to help them emotionally, with the exception of Luther of course (he deserves every bit of shit the world can fling at him), then why even bother saving their lives?

I walked until I found a distant looking Klaus, his head in his hands whilst staring at the floor. I don't like seeing Klaus like this, it isn't right, and I know he doesn't like people seeing him like this either. Klaus always felt like he had to be the fun, care-free guy, which he is, to some extent, but we all have our breaking points, and I wasn't going to let him sit alone to suffer in silence.

"Hey" I softy smile, lightly bouncing on my toes and picking at my nails, things I do when I'm nervous. Klaus cranes his neck round to look at me and a small, hardly visible smile meets his lips before he stares back down at the ground. I sigh and sit down beside him, staring at the same patch of ground he was. "I'm not going to ask what happened, I'll let you tell me when you feel like it, or if you don't want to tell anyone, I'll respect that choice," I say, I notice Klaus nod out of the corner of his eye. "I will, however, if it's ok, tell you my story, my background, to show that you aren't alone" I take a deep breath in and Klaus puts a hand on my shoulder before whispering a small "thank you" and looking back to the ground.

I cleared my throat

When I left the academy, I was in a very, very dark place. My work consumed me entirely, it became the only thing I cared about. I stopped eating, I forgot to drink water, I stopped caring about my appearance entirely, the only thing that mattered to me was finding Five, as cliche as it sounds. I knew he was alive, he had to be, so I made a time-travelling item, similar to the briefcase. It had to be compact and so I chose a locket. Why? I like a challenge.

Eventually, I cracked the near-impossible code, put in co-ordinates and I was away, I only wanted to go a few seconds back in time, to test that my mathematical equation was paradox free. However, I must have messed it up completely. It worked but I was sent to 1940's Berlin. When I arrived there, I was somehow aged 22 and the locket was broken. A group of Officers came over to me, seeing how I was a girl that appeared out of nowhere, and started bombarding me with questions. I spoke german, but at the time, it was nowhere near good enough to understand the orders being barked at me. Luckily for me, a nice old lady came by and shouted some obscenities at them and the men moved along. From then she let me work in her cafe, live in the room upstairs and taught me how to survive Nazi Germany.

After a few months there, the woman left, leaving me in charge of the small cafe. I refused to hire staff, I was terrified of someone finding out my secret, or suspecting me of being a spy, seeing how my accent was not yet perfected. Then on new years eve, my worst fear came true. A German officer entered and started questioning me. He told me I was on Hitlers watch list, and he was assigned to watch my every move. I quickly noticed there was something off about him, taking a bold move I asked him to talk in English, he complied. It turned out that he was an American Spy, sent in undercover to find out Hitler's plans. Kasper, the spy's name, told me everything when he learned I was an American too. He told me that me appearing out of nowhere had not gone unnoticed like I had hoped, and that sometime soon I would be taken away. To where? He wasn't sure. I would be lying if I said I didn't cry, I assumed that I was as good as dead, that there was no way for me to get back, that I would be taken and tortured until they learned of my powers, that I would be turned into a weapon and possibly change the outcome of the war. Of course, only some of my nightmares would come true.