•Five Hargreeves•

three/3

16 years ago

"number eight look at me." i heard. i look up and saw a very blurry version of my dad. "you're too sick, so you're going in a coma until i can find a cure or else you will ha-" i heard before i blacked out.

~third person

mr hargreeves has tried many things until he finally got the right mixture.

"pogo. after we go on with our plan in a few days go to number eight room and give her this shot. it will work. i want her to be still asleep by the time i leave." sir reginald walked into his office where pogos at.

"yes master."

and with that sir reginald hargreeves is no longer here.

present

they were all in the living room. vanya on the couch, allison in a chair drinking alcohol, diego was just sitting on a chair, klaus was at the bar making a drink, and luther was standing up.

"um... i guess we should get this started. so, i figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. say a few words, just at dad's favorite spot." luther started.

"dad had a favorite spot?" asked vanya.

"you know, under the oak tree. we used to sit there all the time. none of you ever did that?"

"will there be refreshments?" klaus asked interrupting luther. he walked over to everyone else. "tea? scones? cucumber sandwiches are always a winner."

"what? no. and put that out. dad didn't allow smoking in here." luther scolded like he's the boss-which he is not even though he thinks he is.

"is that my skirt?" allison spoke up pointing to klaus.

"what? oh yea, this. i found it in your room. it's a little dated, i know, but it's very breathy on the bits."

"listen up. still some important things we need to discuss, all right?" luther asked in charge again.

"like what?" diego spoke for the first time.

"like the way he died."

"and here we go." diego sounded annoyed.

"i don't understand. i thought they said it was a heart attack." vanya said.

"yea according to the coroner." luther responded

"well wouldn't they know?" vanya answered right back.

"theoretically."

"theoretically?" allison asked.

"i'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. the last time i talked to dad, he sounded strange."

"oh quelle surprise!" klaus gurgled after luther spoke.

"strange how?" allison ignored klaus.

"he sounded on edge. told me i should be careful on who to trust."

" luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles." said diego.

"no. he must have known something was going to happen." luther bit back. "look, i know you don't like to do it, but i need you to talk to dad." he then turned to klaus. allison scoffed.

"i can't just call dad in the afterlife and be like, 'dad could you just... stop playing tennis with hitler for a moment and take a quick call?'" klaus sat up.

"since when? that's your thing." luther spoke.

"i'm not in the right... frame of mind." klaus voice came out a little higher than normal.