The moment Klaus reached his girlfriend's room, he immediately heard some suspicious and worrying sounds. They consisted of unintelligible murmurs, like a satanic chant with occasional coughs and whimpers. His eyes widened with fear as he knocked on the door hurriedly. "Dusk? My love, what's wrong?" He panicked. But the sobbing continued. He dug through his satin green pockets, grabbing his pickpocketing bobby pins.

His jaw dropped the moment he stepped inside, seeing his moonlit rose crumpled into a ball in the corner, rocking back and forth with her head buried into her knees. "It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." her voice muffled. What's all her fault? He wondered. He slid onto the ground beside her and placed a hand on her back, notifying her of his presence. When she looked up at him, Klaus could tell just by the look in her eyes she saw something traumatic, something besides his 56th death.

"Dusky, please tell me what's wrong," he whispered, wiping away some of her tears. Her bottom lip quivered, and the only thing she could do was reach toward him, pulling him into her arms. "I-I-I," she stuttered, coughing again at her third stutter. "Yes?" Klaus nodded, encouraging her to go on. "Allison... she rumored me," she admitted. Klaus's eyes widened with surprise as he never thought she could do that to any of her family.

"What did she make you do?" Klaus questioned. Dusk took a shaking breath, explaining the entire scenario as Allison took advantage of Luther and forced the raven to walk away. This further stirred Klaus's surprise and anger. That bitch! How dare she hurt them? "I tried using a fireball, but I think Allison's power did something to stop me from fighting back..." Dusk shuddered. "I should've done more,"

Klaus knew how she felt. When he held Dave's dying body in his arms during the Vietnam War, he wished he could've done something more that could potentially save his life. Though this was an entirely different scenario than his girlfriend's, he understood her thought process. "You did everything you could. Defending Luther was better than doing nothing at all," Klaus stroked a piece of her hair.

"I know, but maybe I could've scared her off if I let my demon out. Then he wouldn't have been..." the raven trailed off, trying desperately to push away the memory. He hugged her a little tighter, whispering words of comfort in hopes of calming her. "I don't think I can ever forgive her after this," Dusk muffled. "And you don't have to. What she did was screwed up," Klaus nodded understandingly.

The two of them stayed on the floor for what seemed like forever. The longer they stayed together, the more Dusk began to calm down, her body soon growing numb, and she didn't know if that was normal. "Klaus, be honest with me. If you had Allison's power, would you ever use it on me?" she questioned. "Absolutely not. If anything, I'd use that power to protect you from people like her," This reassurance warmed the phoenix's heart, and it showed that Klaus truthfully loved her. 

A tiny smile formed at the corner of her lips, and without a second thought, she filled the space between them with a kiss. "What would I do without you?" she whispered. "Well, I saw you crying over my body, so I guess that's something!" He softly chuckled. Dusk looked down at his chest, noticing his wound had almost completely healed. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. The pain's gone," he said, having a hunch that was her concern. "Now, come here," 

As their passionate kisses continued for another few minutes, Klaus scooped the raven up by her waist. The couch wasn't big enough to fit them, so they decided to lie on one of the beds. He could feel his heart racing as Dusk's soft hands ran down his skin, leaving a subtle trail of warmth on his tattooed stomach. "No matter how long we have left till this kugel hits, I'll be by your side," the junkie promised, cupping her face gently in his hands.

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The following morning, Klaus crawled out of bed, careful not to rouse Dusk from her slumber. He tiptoed to the mirror and pulled open his shirt, curious to see if the harpoon wound healed all the way, to his surprise, it did. The faint images of the white buffalo flashed before him for a few moments. He had to know the extent of his true power. Everything kept leading back to Reginald. Sure, the father back in the normal timeline never lifted a finger to help any of his children. But maybe just maybe this timelines Reggie could help him.

He looked back to where Dusk was snoring, adjusting herself as she snuggled into the pillow. "I'll be back soon," he whispered, kissing her head before going back to the Sparrow Academy. Surprisingly, he found it easy to slide in without swimming through the nasty sewers. Perhaps the lack of Sparrows walking around or maybe it was just sheer luck.

"You again! To what do I owe the intrusion this time?" the old man spoke, setting his weapon down. "Well, you know with the world ending for the thrice time, I thought why not finally get to know my old man?" Klaus answered. "I'm not your old man, boy. I may look like him, act like him, but I did not raise you!" Reginald insisted. Klaus brushed it off, claiming that he knew it was a different timeline. He just wanted to get to the point of his visit already.

"You may be the same person, but you're much nicer than the other one. He was a complete asshole!" the junkie pointed out. "Such opprobrious language for your father!" Reginald raised a surprised brow. Klaus squinted an eye as he tried to translate his father's fancy words, but he quickly gave up. "I'd love to stay here idly chatting, but I'm terribly busy," Reginald dismissed him. But Klaus was not going to give up so easily.

"Too bad! Cause everything's leading me back to you, back to here. The White Buffalo Suite, the Menudo that resembled the painting," Klaus turned the television off with a single slam on the power button. "You know about the White Buffalo Suite?" Reginald questioned. "That's where I died!" Number Four answered, cocking his head and rolling his eyes into the back of his head. Reginald looked at him with wonder. One visit could've meant nothing. But a second time... he must've wanted something from him. Perhaps gain his trust to get what he needed. "What is it you want from me?"

Klaus hesitated for a moment to properly construct his sentence. "I need you to help me understand certain things about who I am," he exhaled. "Such as?" Reginald inquired. "Like why you locked me in a mausoleum and slowed down my heart rate until I came to in a pool of my own vomit," The old man looked somewhat shocked, as if he never expected his old self to do something so extreme. "You are marvelously deranged. Sit down, boy. Come and tell me everything!"

He ushered for the junkie to lie on the couch as Reginald took note of everything he was saying. Every thought, every memory, anything that could be of use to helping the young man. "Seeing my mother felt like a dream. But it also felt like a perfume commercial. And then there was soup, and when I was finished, I just came back. The next thing I saw was my brother, nephew, girlfriend, and her friend screaming," Klaus detailed.

As his father's silence lasted over a minute, he looked over his shoulder, asking if he was listening. "I'm hanging on every word. This is fascinating, everything has been since you weaned me off those damned pills," Reginald walked towards his desk to grab something. "I'd like to return the favor. I'll help you understand who you really are. Would you like that?" A grin slowly spread across Klaus's face, growing wider and wider the longer he thought of discovering his true self.

"There's nothing I'd like more. Other than a probiotic yogurt that doesn't make me fart," He responded. Reginald threw open his arms, and Klaus rushed into them embracing his father with all the appreciation he had to give him. But little did Klaus know his father wasn't just hugging him, he was sticking something behind his back, making Klaus wonder what he was doing.

"This is part one of your healing. Experimentation," the old man answered before turning around and twisting the knobs on a nearby electrical box, sending jolts through the junkie's body until he collapsed onto the ground. "Fascinating!" Reginald said, staring down at his newest test subject.