#cha-ch

You slowly look up into his eyes and see truth in the green iris'. "You mean it?" You whisper. Klaus nods and you let him pull you into a standing position. "I do. Now come on. If I'm going to get kidnapped and tortured, I'm going to get kidnapped and tortured fully dressed." He grabs your hand the two of you move back to his room to get dressed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You've been idly clutching onto the crescent moon necklace you got a few days ago, a sort of security blanket to keep you calm. Silently, you slip it off and gather it into your hands. You had already dressed by this point and was simply waiting on Klaus, playing lookout in the meanwhile. Figuring that the coast was clear for right now, you move back in the room. "Klaus." he looks up from the pair of high tops he had begun to put on. "Yeah?" "I...uh...listen, in case things go sideways, " Moving up to him by the bed, you hold out your necklace for him to see. "I want you to have this. At least for right now. On the off chance this plan of ours goes tits up, I want you to have something to remember me while your stranded there." In truth your "Plan" was to hide at a nearby motel until things calmed down a bit. Klaus slowly moves to take the necklace from you and silently slips it on. "My moon and stars." He jokes, and you smile through the pain. The smile quickly fades, and your eyes widen as the sound of a shotgun cocks behind you. "Hey lovebirds. Out here in the hall. Now." From the voice you'd have to guess it was Hazel. You look at Klaus and at notice the steely gaze he's adopted. Klaus must have been thinking about this more often than you thought. Slowly, as not to startle the masked intruder, you both make your way into the hallway. "Okay," You start, "Hazel, I know this isn't what you want outta life." You thought pleading to his better sense of humanity might buy you both some time. "You don't wanna just kidnap a random dude because he MIGHT have information on a mark, right? You're better than this. Agnes knows your better than this." Hazel begins to lower the shotgun, and you slowly smile. This plan might actually work! "C'mon hazel. Let us help you." Maybe if you could get hazel on your side early on, things might work out better for everyone involved. You freeze as the shotgun is raised in the air again. "Sorry, kid. But you're on the list of people The Handler wants personally." Wait, what? Klaus quickly pushes you down and you both narrowly avoid getting shot. Scrambling, you grab Klaus' hand and both try and make a break for it. Maybe if you could get to Luther and the others... "C'mon!" You pant. "Where are we going?!" Klaus shouts out. "Anywhere but here! If you got a better plan, I'm all ears!" You listen for some kind of retort, but when it gets too quiet for your liking, you look back to see Klaus knocked out on the ground. Hazel is nowhere to be found. You rush over to Klaus and look to see a large bruise beginning to form on the side of his head. "Shit." You whisper. You clutch your head in pain, all the stress and excitement was beginning to hit you harder than you thought. It felt like a thousand needles were stabbing into your skull and behind your eyes. You were so focused on the forming headache you didn't hear the sound of footsteps behind you until it was too late. Looking behind you slowly, the last thing you see is Hazel sending his shotgun directly onto your temple. You collapse to the floor on top of Klaus. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Waking up slowly, you notice your surroundings have changed. It's dark, and you can hear someone beside you muffled but trying to get your attention. Looking up you see...Oh god. Klaus. The circumstances might have been different, but the end result was the same. He still got taken. Only this time he isn't as terrified as he was on the show. He looks...kinda pissed if you had to guess. Maybe telling him about this is helped. He at least knows what he's getting himself into now. 'But what about me?' You think to yourself. 'This wasn't how it was supposed to go. How does the commission know about me? Five made sure to keep my name from...oh.' It hits you like a ton of bricks. The infinite switchboard. It can see timelines and future as well as past events. The Handler must have seen you in the Apocalypse with Five. You slowly move your bound hands so that they're clutching his. The headache you have is still there, piercing and pounding, but you elect to ignore it for right now, in favor of keeping Klaus calm. He takes priority every time. Not you. 'I don't matter in this equation', you tell yourself. His muffles begin to quiet down as you rub your thumb over his knuckles. If your mouth wasn't duct taped shut you'd have placed a kiss on them. Suddenly a blinding light illuminates the tight space of the trunk you were both in. You can see Hazel and Cha-Cha and what looks like...is that the sign for the lucky lanes motel? The same one the two of you had been staying at before being booted to the curb?! The fuck, man? That's just rubbing salt in the wound. "Shit. You bagged half of our mark." Cha-Cha's voice brings you out of your reverie. You're scared. Really properly scared. You know what they're capable of. Hell, you've seen it. All you can do is join Klaus and hurl muffled curses at your kidnappers, and hope that when the time comes, you can keep him from opening the briefcase. On the upswing, at least you both aren't naked.