MAN ON THE MOON

Delilah woke up the next morning with a killer headache and dried blood on her fists and face. After the break-in, and shutting down Grace, she had collapsed into her bed, vaguely remembering Diego placing a glass of water on her bedside. She had planned to check on Klaus, but when her eyes had shut, she was fast asleep.

"Oh fuck," she groans when she rolls over and tries to sit up, she goes to call for Grace, then sighs, hiding her face in her arms.

Painkillers, that's what she needed.

After a long shower, Delilah manages to dress relatively quickly, finding a pair of Klaus' old lounge pants, and a khaki green crop top. Slipping on her Converse, she leaves her room and knocks on Klaus' door.

"You up?!" no response, she knocks again.

"Klaus?"

...

"Are you deliberately ignoring me? If you're naked act shocked because I'm coming in," she swings open the door and finds no one, only a few candles nearly burnt out.

"Klaus?" she debates looking under the bed, but instead blows out the flames and decides to have a look around, there's a decent amount of drugs as she expected, but there are also Polaroid pictures scattered around, some were stuck on his wall, whilst a certain few were crumped on his desk, it looked like they'd been in a coat pocket...had he carried these around with him?

Delilah picks up the tattered ones and sees herself staring back, younger, happier. The picture behind is her kissing Klaus' cheek, and there's another of her and Ben. She puts the pictures down and backs out of the room, feeling some form of presence, like someone was trying to tell her something.

When she leaves, she doesn't know that on the other side of the door, Ben is groaning in annoyance.

Once inside the kitchen, Delilah starts making her own breakfast, chopping up some strawberries and bananas, a gentle knock on the door makes her turn.

"Delilah?"

"Hey Ali-" she goes to leave it there, but quickly remembers that they're not on nickname bases anymore "-son"

"We uh, we need to talk,"

"God, what about?" she groans, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter

"Grace," Oh shit, yeah, that "She uh..." Allison steps forward and goes to touch Delilah's shoulder, but stops herself "The people last night...they uh, they shut her down,"

"What?" The question doesn't stem from grief, but confusion.

Why hadn't she and Diego realised that's what it'd look like? Maybe he had.

"I know I agreed with Luther but...it wasn't supposed to happen like this,"

"Oh..." Delilah looked away, taking a deep breath, the ache she'd had in her chest since yesterday tightened "I need to...I need to find Klaus,"

"Delilah -"

"Have you seen Diego? Or Five?"

"No, I - You really shouldn't bottle this up D,"

"I'll be fine," she shrugs "You didn't care yesterday, I don't know why you do now," Delilah turns and transports her breakfast into a bowl, she picks up a fork and walks away, she'd eat in her room.

The day passes, and Delilah had asked everyone she'd seen about Klaus, Luther had said he was probably off getting high, and she wanted to disagree but knew it was a very plausible possibility.

She couldn't help the feeling that something was wrong though, that something in the universe was screaming at her, and when she shuts her eyes that evening, she swears she can hear Ben calling for her.