"Why Don't You Hate Me?"
Summary: Five and Klaus have a short conversation sometime toward the end of season 3
Klaus wandered over to where he saw Five sitting on the edge of what remained of the world, bottle in hand.
"Heyyy! Mi hermano! Numero Cinco! How are you doing on this fine apocalyptic day?" Klaus said as he moved to sit beside Five.
"Don't save the world", that's what he said to me, "don't save the world"," Five muttered more to himself than to Klaus, who decided to change tactics.
"So what's todays poison of choice" he asked, gesturing to the bottle Five had by his side.
"Just something I nicked from the kitchen while I was in there," Five picked up the bottle and handed it to Klaus, who took a sip. It was shit.
"God,"
"Yep,"
A silence befell the two of them, gazing at the void that surrounded them, the void that would soon consume them if they did nothing. Klaus opened his mouth to speak but Five spoke first,
"Why don't you hate me?" The question threw Klaus off-guard, who turned toward Five. Five was staring at him intently, his face lined with desperation, his hands gripping the edge of the ground as if it was the only thing keeping him from falling.
"Hate you? Why would I hate you?"
"Everyone's lost something and I'm always the center of blame,"
As Klaus stayed silent Five continued, "Allison blames me for Ray and Claire, Viktor blames me for Sissy, Ben hates everyone, Luther is still upset about the years I put him through in the 60's, as is Diego. So, why don't you hate me? You went through the same shit as everyone else, you lost someone in Vietnam, you lost Ben for a second time. How can you not hate me?"
"None of that is your fault! You saved our life, Five! I mean, yeah, you left us in the 1960s which wasn't great but hey! I got to see the world, met a lot of people-"
"-Who you don't remember"
"Who I don't remember, yeah, but still! You couldn't have know about any of that. And I think Ben's warming up to me, I can put in a good word," Klaus nudged Five as he spoke about putting in a good word for him, hoping for some kind of smile, anything that suggested Five truly believed him. Instead, Five stared ahead into the void.
"Thank you, Klaus"
"No problemo, mi hermano, anything for a brother,"
"You really need to stop speaking spanish, you're shit at it," Five took a swig of his bottle, but a tinge of a smile played at his lips.
"But, really, it's not over Five,"
"How do you mean?"
"Dad! He's got a plan!"
"Alright, this is my cue to leave, nice speaking with you, Klaus," Five stood up and began walking back to the hotel.
"Five! Fiiive!" Klaus called after him, but he was already gone. He sighed dramatically, muttered something about having just sat down, and got up to follow Five back into the hotel.
