Who: Klaus and Ben Hargreeves What: Just five more minutes Where: Hargreeves home When: October 6th
He rolled over slowly, grumbling as he pressed his face into his pillow and tried to block out that press of day. He was allowed, it wasn't his day. He shouldn't have to get up first thing, dad wouldn't even notice he wasn't at breakfast. At least that's what Klaus told himself as he laid there in a fit ready to beg mom for a few more minutes when she came to get him up the way she always did.
But the longer he laid there no one came, and Klaus found that he couldn't sleep when he was wondering where mom was to get him out of bed, how unfair was that? He opened just one eye in the direction of the door and then both because this was.... not his room. It wasn't - this wasn't where he was supposed to be.
"Mom?" He called out as he sat up, looking around, it was familiar, sort of, his room, but not his room. He didn't know how to say what it was, but it wasn't home. He pushed himself up rummaging around in a pile of clothes for something to wear and in the end pulled on a robe that dragged on the floor as he pulled it around himself and then peered out the door.
First one way and then the other before he stepped out following the hall down to a room that was Ben's. How did he know it was Ben's when this wasn't their house? It didn't matter, what mattered was Ben. And Klaus pulled the door open and shut it quickly behind him the robe getting caught and tugging him back before he could open it and pull the fabric in behind him and then ran to Ben's bed shoving at him. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"