✧*̥˚ tony stanks crocs *̥˚✧

Second pov

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"What's with all the lollygagging?" 

"Five, y/n, get down!" Luther's urgent voice cut through the chaos as he swiftly pulled you and Five down under the protective cover of the seats in the theater. 

Adrenaline surged through your veins as the unexpected situation unfolded before you. Vanya's presence radiated an intense and mysterious light, casting a surreal glow over the scene. 

The soundtrack of chaos surrounding you was a cacophony of gunshots echoing against the backdrop of the orchestra bravely playing on, defying the tumultuous wind that swirled around you. 

In that moment, every sound, every movement felt heightened and charged with a sense of urgency, as if time itself had slowed down to witness the surreal drama playing out in front of you. 

"What the hell is going on?!" you yell, your heart racing as you frantically scan the surroundings for any signs of danger close to you.

"Five, what the─ I thought you two bailed on us!" 

"I had an errand to run." Five's casual response only serves to fuel your annoyance as you shoot him a sharp glare before letting out a heavy sigh, resigned to the unpredictable turns of the day.

Fives frustration is evident in the way he scoffs at you, his actions speak louder than words as he shoves you further down behind the seats.

"This is not good," he mumbles under his breath, the tension palpable in the air.

Curious about the unfolding scenario, Diego decides to break the tense silence by initiating a conversation. "You know these guys?" 

"Yeah, I do," He admits.

"And?"

"Well... we're screwed."

A distant yell pierced the air, causing heads to turn in surprise before Klaus sprinted into view, panic etched onto his face. "Guys, it's Cha-Cha! It's Cha-Cha, she's-!" 

Klaus's warning was abruptly cut off as Luther's authoritative voice boomed out, demanding action. "Klaus! Get down!" Luther's command was clear and urgent, filled with concern for his brother's safety. 

Responding quickly to Luther's directive, Klaus reacted instinctively, dropping to the ground and seeking cover behind nearby seats, the echoes of gunfire ringing in his ears as bullets whizzed past.

You pause for a fleeting moment as the sound of Five utilizing his spacial jump reaches your ears, his absence from your side during the battle becoming starkly evident.

A mental image flashes through your mind, prompting you to swiftly rise from your position, your outstretched arms taking aim at a clustered formation of hostile soldiers.

Their hostile intent is unmistakable as they retaliate with a barrage of gunfire, prompting you to instinctively harness your electrically charged power to deflect and disintegrate the incoming projectiles before they have a chance to harm you, the vibrant blue illumination radiating from the veins in your hands a testament to the potent energy at your command.

The discharge of your power initiates a rapid and deadly cascade, enveloping the aggressors in a crackling wave of electricity that sears through their bodies, leaving them smoldering and lifeless.

Five stares away from where he was snapping a guy's neck, he paused momentarily, watching your display of power. "Wow," he breathed out, almost to himself.

You stood there, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you. 

You then shrugged nonchalantly, a feeble attempt to downplay what had just occurred. 

You couldn't help but notice how your hands felt hot and looked red from exerting your power, a stark physical reminder of the raw energy coursing through you.

You turn to observe Klaus standing up on a few seats situated behind you, and an initial wave of concern washed over you. 

However, this unease swiftly transformed into astonishment as a soft, light teal glow radiated from him, captivating your attention. 

The luminescence gradually condensed into the distinct form of a man, and as your eyes focused on this apparition, a sense of familiarity washed over you, leaving you bewildered. 

A sudden gasp escaped your lips as the man's features became clearer, and you realized in a sudden rush of joy that it was Ben standing before you. 

Overwhelmed, you enthusiastically exclaimed, "It's Ben! Klaus you did it! You did it!" Your voice echoed with a mixture of happiness for Klaus's demonstration of his power and the spiritual reunion with Ben.

"Oh, my God.. It really is him. It's Ben," Five whispered to himself, his voice trembling in shock at the sight unfolding before him.

In a sudden burst of horror, Ben let out a short yell that echoed through the chaos, his once-familiar form now grotesquely transformed with menacing tentacles sprouting from his stomach. 

These monstrous appendages lashed out mercilessly, enveloping and extinguishing the lives of the remaining soldiers with devastating ferocity, rending them asunder in a gruesome display of power.

With a heavy heart, Ben wearily acknowledged his siblings with a weary wave before vanishing once more, leaving behind a haunting silence that lingered in the air long after his departure.

"Now who's the lookout?" Klaus proudly boasts as a mischievous glint dances in his eye, bringing a short sense of ease among the group as you all huddle closely in a small circle within the quivering walls of the dimly lit theatre.

As the tension thickens, Luther's voice cuts through the air, his brow furrowed in suspicion, "Oh, welcome back. Where were you?" he questions Diego, his tone laced with a mix of concern and curiosity, the weight of their mission hanging in the balance.

"Honoring a memory." Regaining his composure, Diego shifts the focus back to the present, his mind already turning towards the next steps ahead. 

"So, how do you wanna end this thing?" he inquires, his voice steady.

"We surround her," Luther starts, his tone carrying the weight of their precarious situation. "All right? We come at her from all angles," he explains with a gesture that indicates a strategic plan forming in his mind.

"So it's a suicide mission," Klaus points out, his voice tinged with a mix of doubt and resignation, acknowledging the risks they face.

"Yeah, but one of us could get through," Five interjects, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of hope amidst the impending danger, subtly nodding towards Luther. "It's the only chance we've got," he emphasizes, underlining the urgency of their mission.

"Are we all in?" Luther's question hangs in the air, prompting each member of the group to consider their commitment to the risky endeavor. 

As the tension mounts, he looks around the group, seeking solidarity in their shared objective, even as the haunting melody of Vanya's violin intensifies, a stark contrast to her outward transformation from black to white.

"Alright, everyone seems to be in agreement except for Allison," Luther acknowledged, glancing over at the woman who responded with a subtle shake of her head.

Taking charge, Luther swiftly organized the group: "Stage left, stage right. You all take the front," he directed, ensuring everyone knew their roles.

"Stay with Allison," Five orders firmly, his tone brooking no argument, causing you to release an audible groan of frustration. 

"Five, I'll be fine—"

"Stay," he interrupts sharply, fixing you with a firm gaze before swiftly darting off in the direction of Luther. 

After glaring intensely at Five until he disappeared from view, you shifted your gaze to Allison who stood there, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe as she watched Vanya. 

The once-steady ceiling now showed signs of strain, with cracks spreading ominously, causing pieces to break off and fall to the ground. 

Each passing second seemed to fuel Vanya's powers, amplifying the destructive force around her.

Hovering in mid-air, Vanya continued to play her violin with expert skill, the music resonating in the room with an ethereal quality. Her eyes glowed intensely in a mesmerizing shade of white, emanating a power that seemed both captivating and dangerous. 

The sound waves that rippled from her instrument created a symphony of chaos, blending harmoniously with the crumbling surroundings.

As the scene unfolded before you, a mixture of concern and fascination washed over you, realizing the sheer magnitude of Vanya's abilities and the potential danger they posed. 

The room itself felt like it was on the verge of collapse, caught in the turmoil of Vanya's uncontrollable power.

"Now!" Luther roared, his voice reverberating through the air as all the brothers sprang into action, racing towards Vanya with a sense of urgency, ready to intervene and halt her destructive course. 

Vanya, in tune with their approach, swiftly pivoted, her bow raised with precision, exerting a force that suspended them all in midair, rendering them helpless against her formidable power.

Each brother felt the essence of life being sapped from them, a chilling sensation creeping through their veins as their bodies hung suspended, trapped in Vanya's unyielding grip. 

In a moment of fear and desperation, you instinctively reached out, grasping Allison's arm tightly, seeking solace and reassurance.

Allison's nod, filled with reassurance, was followed by a swift and determined action. She reached out towards the lifeless soldier beside her, retrieving the gun with a sense of urgency.

With good enough aim and a semi-steady hand, she fired a shot that echoed loudly, the sound reverberating in the tense silence of the room. 

The bullet whizzed past Vanya's head, serving as a forceful warning.

In response to the sudden gunshot, Vanya's radiance dimmed, gradually fading until it vanished completely. 

The gust of wind that had swirled around her abruptly came to a halt, leaving behind a stillness that mirrored the sudden change in the atmosphere. 

Vanya's descent to the ground was swift yet graceful, her form crumpling as she slipped into an unconscious state.

Vanya, laying solitary amidst the bustling group, became the focal point of concern as everyone else rushed to assist the petite woman.

As Luther gently cradled the unconscious Vanya, his fingertips anxiously searching for the pulsing beat of life beneath her skin, a flicker of hope mixed with fear reflected in his eyes. 

"Is she alive?" he implored, voice tinged with urgency and doubt.

Allison, her own fingers pressed against Vanya's neck, confirmed the reassuring presence of a pulse, her expression softening with relief at the small but tangible sign of life. 

She nods, smiling softly.

"She is? Yeah?" he repeated, a plea woven into his tone, as if willing this truth to solidify and dispel the shadows of uncertainty.

"Oh, thank God," Klaus breathes out, relief evident in his tone as he places a trembling hand over his heart, the loud thumping echoing in the tense silence surrounding you.

Suddenly, Five appears beside you, a sense of urgency in his movements that startles you from your thoughts. 

You find yourself drawn to him instinctively, stumbling slightly in your dazed state, only to feel the reassurance of his presence as you grab onto the fabric of his jacket, seeking stability in the chaos unfolding around you.

With swift reaction, Five reaches out to steady you, a strong grip ensuring you don't lose your footing. 

His touch is both firm and comforting, preventing any chance of you falling, a sense of protection emanating from his actions.

"It's okay, Sparky, you did so well," he assures you with a calm voice, causing you to nod in appreciation. 

You take a few deep breaths, letting the moment sink in before straightening up to meet his gaze once more.

A gentle but shaky chuckle escapes your lips as you lean in to plant a brief kiss on Five's cheek, a wordless gesture of your affection towards him. 

Following the sweet gesture, you embrace him once more, feeling the warmth of his presence enveloping you.

At first, Five stiffens slightly, caught off guard by the sudden display of affection. However, he quickly relaxes and returns the hug, burying his face in your hair.

As you were entangled in an emotional hug with Five, a sudden interruption in the form of Klaus's wavering voice caused all of you to abruptly disengage and turn your attention toward him. 

"Uh... Guys?" he uttered with apprehension, his eyes fixed on something dire in the sky.

Following his gaze, you noticed a massive moon rock hurtling perilously towards the theatre.

Concerned expressions mirrored on your faces as Klaus's question hung heavily in the air, prompting Luther to chime in with a grave observation. "You see that big moon rock coming towards us?" Klaus's statement lingered, leaving an ominous tension in the atmosphere.

"That's not good.." Luther's voice echoed his ominous thoughts, adding to the weight of the imminent danger. With a shared sense of urgency, all eyes were now fixated on the impending calamity descending slowly from the sky.

"So this is it, huh? So much for saving the world," Klaus mumbles with a hint of resignation echoing in his voice. As the realization settles in, you and Five return to the group, your gazes naturally drifting up to the vast expanse of sky above. 

"I thought..." you begin, your voice soft and filled with a tinge of regret, your words trailing off as the weight of the situation sinks in.

Feeling a sense of comfort washing over you in the midst of uncertainty, Klaus gently wraps an arm around your shoulder. 

"It's okay, little buddy," he says with a reassuring smile, his eyes conveying an unspoken understanding and empathy. In that moment, his gesture speaks volumes, more than usual.

"If only Sir Reginald could see us right now, huh?" Diego shook his head in disappointment, his frustration palpable. "The Umbrella Academy. A total failure," he muttered under his breath.

"At least we're together at the end, as a family," Luther's voice held a glimmer of hope amid the desolation, his words a bittersweet reminder of the bond that had sustained them through countless trials and tribulations. 

You couldn't help but feel a lump forming in your throat, a surge of emotion threatening to spill over as you exchanged knowing looks with the siblings.

"This doesn't have to be the end," Five's firm declaration cut through the heavy silence, his unwavering determination injecting a renewed sense of purpose into the somber atmosphere.

As you turned to face him, a flicker of hope ignited within you, the faintest hint of optimism taking root in your heart.

"What?"

"What are you saying, Five?"

"I think I have a way outta here." Five starts, looking around at you and his siblings. "But you gotta trust me on this."

"Yeah, I don't think so."

"No."

As the tension in the room simmered, Five restrained himself from lashing out at them in frustration. 

"Well, then," he began, trying to maintain a semblance of composure, "We might as well accept our fate, because in less than a minute, we're gonna be vaporized."

You stepped in to defend Five. "He's your brother, guys. Plus we don't exactly have any other options."

Acknowledging your support, Five responded with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "Oh, it's so reassuring knowing you have faith in me." 

Diego let out a sigh of contemplation, his brows furrowing in deep thought. "What's your idea, then?" he asked, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.

"We use my ability to time travel," Five explained, his eyes shining with desperation. 

"But this time, I'll take you with me," he added, a sense of urgency underlying his words. 

"You can do that?"

"I don't know. I've never tried it before." Five shrugs.

"What's the worst that can happen?"

Diego let out a sigh of contemplation, his brows furrowing. 

"You're lookin' at it," Five remarked with a hint of mischief, humor dancing in his eyes as he casually gestured towards his own form. 

With a touch of irony in his tone, he added, "A 58-year-old man inside a somewhat pre-pubescent body, so there's that." he scoffed, a wry grin playing upon his lips. 

As you rolled your eyes in response to his theatrics, Five couldn't resist a mischievous smirk, reveling in your exasperation. 

Glancing over at his siblings, he awaited their reaction, a silent challenge hanging in the air.

"Oh, what the hell? I'm in."

"Yeah, whatever. I'm in."

"Me too," Luther expressed before turning his gaze towards Allison, seeking her confirmation. A nod from Allison was all it took for Luther to feel reassured.

Noticing the interaction between Luther and Allison, you turned towards Klaus.

"What about Benny?" Klaus met your gaze with a smile, indicating his approval with a simple nod before confirming, "Yeah, he's in."

Grateful for the unity within the group, you echoed Klaus's sentiment with determination, "Me too," as you redirected your focus towards Five, acknowledging the significance of everyone being on board.

The collective agreement among the team members filled the room with a sense of solidarity, each nod and confirmation reinforcing their shared purpose and commitment. 

"Okay, great," Five acknowledged as everyone swiftly moved into position, forming a tight circle to coordinate their next move. "Luther, grab Vanya," Five directed, his tone firm and resolute.

Luther hesitated for a moment, his eyes reflecting concern as he hoisted Vanya in his arms. "Wait, should we be taking her?" Luther questioned, a note of uncertainty in his voice. "I mean, if she's the cause of the apocalypse, isn't that like taking the bomb with us?"

Five shook his head in response to Luther's valid concerns. "The apocalypse will always happen and Vanya will always be the cause, unless we take her with us and fix her."  

You look over at Five, feeling a sense of determination wash over you as you grasp his hand firmly in yours, giving him a nod of agreement. 

"Let's do this. I kinda want to live," you say with a small smile playing on your lips.

Five returns the nod, his grip on your hand tight and reassuring.

Klaus takes hold of your other hand, his presence a comforting anchor, while Luther ensures that Vanya is connected with the group, making sure everyone is linked and ready for whatever comes next. 

As Five taps into his power, a blend of azure mist and radiant light engulfs the entire group in a swirling vortex of energy. 

The intensity of this power amplifies with each surge from Five, and in a fleeting moment, a glimpse flashes before your eyes revealing the siblings as adolescents once more. 

This spectral vision serves as a poignant reminder of the very first time you crossed paths with them, evoking a wave of nostalgia that washes over you, carrying with it a sense of shared history and profound connection that has withstood the test of time. 

The dynamic energy weaving around you all continues to expand and evolve, creating an otherworldly display.

"It's working!" Luther yells, his voice ringing out amidst the crackling electricity that dances and fizzles around you, casting a surreal glow on your surroundings. T

he energy in the air seems to pulsate with a promise of something extraordinary about to unfold. "Hold on! It's gonna get messy!" Five's urgent warning reverberates, a tense edge underlying the chaotic symphony of power playing out. 

And in the next instant, as if caught in a glitch within the fabric of time itself, you all blipped - a sudden, disorienting shift that leaves your senses reeling, the world around you warping and twisting before snapping back into focus in a disconcerting jolt.

And after that..?

You found yourself alone once again.

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A/N - wow already the end of season 1, im so sad BUT! season 2 is in the works! we will have a similar posting schedule once im done with it all, but until then, ill leave you guessing what happens to y/n

i will post an announcement when season 2 is done and ready to post!!!!!!!!!

i love you guys <3

Second pov

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You were absolutely livid with Hazel, seething with a passion that burned deep within your core. It was as if a storm raged inside you, dark clouds swirling with rage as you faced off against him.

The tension was thick enough to cut through, the air crackling with hostility, and yet, just as you were on the verge of a heated moment with Five, Hazel interrupted, extinguishing the looming clash.

Despite the intense emotions that coursed through you, there was a flicker of relief when Hazel spared your life, a gesture that held a bitter irony considering the gun that had robbed Patch of her future now rested on the counter in front of you. 

It was a twisted turn of events, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on your conscience as you grappled with a mix of emotions - anger, gratitude, guilt.

You still felt bad for Diego, understanding the depth of his feelings for her. Knowing that she reciprocated those feelings only added to your empathy towards him. 

As you watched them interact, subtly avoiding any form of eye contact with Five as Hazel engaged him in conversation, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anguish for Diego, who lay unconscious on the floor. 

In that moment, a wave of sympathy washed over you, as you recognized the complexity of emotions swirling in your gut.

You also draw the line at biting because, let's face it, it's just gross. The idea of sinking your teeth into someone's skin is not only unhygienic but also simply unacceptable. 

The act of biting can be seen as a form of aggression, control, or even domination, and these are not healthy dynamics in any kind of interaction. 

Wait, what are you talking about?

Why are you thinking about biting Five?

Why aren't you grossed out by the thought of biting him?

Man. Sobriety is making you crazy.

"Where is he?" Diego stands up abruptly, his hand instinctively moving to rub his temple in frustration. The sudden sound of his voice startles you out of the daze you slipped into ever since Hazel's brief presence. 

With Hazel now gone, the tension in the room seems to thicken, palpable in Diego's tense posture and furrowed brow. 

The air is heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions, the quiet punctuated only by the sound of Diego's deep breaths as he struggles to rein in his anger. 

"Good, you're up," Five said cheerfully as he finished his margarita. 

He then turned to Diego and added, "Ready for a drink now?"

Diego's brows furrowed as he scanned the room, a trace of impatience in his voice. "Where is he? I won't repeat myself."

With a nonchalant shrug, Five replied, "I let him go."

The words seemed to hang in the air, and a sudden tension filled the room. Diego's eyes narrowed as he processed Five's casual admission. 

"You what?" he demanded, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and anger.

"Now that the apocalypse is over, it's time for the fighting to stop," Five asserted firmly as Diego, visibly agitated, picked up his knife and started to stomp out of the room.

Stopping Diego in his tracks, Five called out, "Hey!" compelling him to turn back, thoroughly surprised by the interruption. "It wasn't him who killed Patch, Diego. It was his partner, Cha-Cha."

Diego, still wary, retorted, "So what? They were both there that night."

Seeking to diffuse the tension, Five continued, "This half of the partnership gave me both of their guns."

Diego's demeanor relaxed slightly upon hearing this revelation. "Which will clear you, because the ballistics will match Patch's crime scene. Hazel came here looking for a way out. He wanted a fresh start, and he happened to have in his possession the one thing that could do our family a little good."

Five let out a sigh in exasperation before finally speaking up, "So it's time to move on." Diego, however, was resolute, shaking his head as he fixed his gaze on the array of guns displayed on the counter.

"Not a chance," Diego muttered, a hint of defiance in his tone.

"Suit yourself," Five shrugged, his curiosity piqued as he continued, "I am curious."

Diego acknowledged Five with a nod, prompting him to delve further into his inquiry. "Your girlfriend, Patch. What did you like about her?"

The unexpected question left you puzzled, questioning Five's motives behind wanting to know Diego's thoughts on his girlfriend. 

Why would Five suddenly be interested in discovering what Diego found appealing about Patch?

"A lot of things," Diego casually replies, his shrug implying an air of nonchalance. "Cute butt, nice legs," he adds with a grin, his playful tone hinting at a touch of flirtation.

However, Five interrupts, his voice tinged with a curious tone, "Anything a little more profound than that?" Turning his gaze towards you, he seems to be assessing you with a mix of intrigue and scrutiny. 

Diego, noticing Five's scrutinizing gaze, interjects with a fond memory of the woman from the streets, "She believed in people, no matter how much shit and filth she saw out there." His words reflect a sense of respect and admiration for her optimistic outlook amidst adversity. 

Suddenly, as Diego observes Five's lingering gaze on you, a protective instinct kicks in, and he defensively steps in, "Hey, hey, hey, don't be looking at her like that." His tone becomes stern, revealing his loyalty and concern for your feelings in the presence of others. 

Ensuring your comfort and dignity remain intact, Diego's actions reflect a sense of care towards you in this moment.

When Five raised his hands in surrender, he peered at her with a puzzled expression as if trying to understand her motives. "Looking at her like what?" he questioned innocently.

But he saw through his facade and interrupted firmly, "Don't play stupid, I know what you're doing-"

Feeling protective of Five, you quickly stepped in, coming to his defense and urging Diego to stop his accusations. "Diego, stop it. It's fine," you interjected, hoping to diffuse the tension brewing in the room. 

Diego turned towards you with a puzzled expression on his face, clearly taken aback by the situation unfolding before him. 

"He's undressing you with his eyes, Y/N! This is absolutely not acceptable-" Despite his serious tone, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. 

"Diego," you said reassuringly, attempting to diffuse the tension in the air.

His disbelief was palpable as he let out a scoff, clearly frustrated by the whole ordeal. "Fine. Just- just keep me out of it," he managed to say, his words coming out in a nervous stutter. 

Five, observing the exchange with amusement, couldn't help but chime in with a short chuckle of his own, prompting Diego to redirect his attention towards him. "Zip it," Diego retorted, trying to regain some semblance of authority in the situation.

Diego let out a heavy sigh, his gaze lingering on you once more. "You're like my sister, Y/N. Please don't let my idiot brother hurt you, alright?" he cringed, feeling the awkwardness of his words settle in. 

"That just came out all wrong."

Feeling the discomfort, you couldn't help but cringe. "That's just sick on so many levels..."

Five joined in adding his own perspective. "You know what's really twisted? Imagining how Patch would feel knowing you're seeking justice by killing Hazel and Cha-Cha."

Diego's expression softened as he returned his focus to the array of guns before him, a mix of determination and sorrow flickering in his eyes.

Diego nods to himself, showing a sense of finality in his departure from the room while simultaneously shedding the remnants of any lingering frustration, his demeanor, no longer clouded by anger. 

"So," you begin, playfully teasing, "undressing me with your eyes, hm?" 

Five can't help but roll his eyes. "Diego's words, not mine."

After Five picks up Dolores, you observe the scene with a slight tilt of your head, curiosity flashing in your eyes. 

"Where are you two off to?" you inquire, unable to suppress your inquisitiveness. 

In response, Five extends his hand toward you before answering, "I'm bringing her home. Care to join us?" he offers, the invitation hanging in the air. 

Your grin widens, a spark of excitement glimmering in your eyes as you eagerly accept his hand.

As you and Five spacial jump, you arrive back at Griddy's, positioned conveniently just outside the establishment's front doors. 

With Five struggling to manage the mannequin's top half and lone arm, you kindly step in to hold the door open, allowing him to maneuver more easily through the entrance. 

Five graciously acknowledges your gesture with a nod, and together, you make your way back towards the display where Dolores was originally discovered. 

Once there, Five carefully places Dolores in the exact spot where he had first encountered her, ensuring that she is positioned just right amidst the other items on display. 

"I'll let you two... talk," you say, gently stepping back to give Five some space to engage in their private conversation. 

Taking a moment to glance around the store, you notice that everything had already been meticulously repaired and cleaned up, almost as if the chaotic events from before - like the whole shooting incident orchestrated by Hazel and Cha-Cha - had been wiped clean from existence. 

Five returned to your side a few minutes later, his presence reassuring as he took your hand once more and gently guided you towards the register. 

There, he glanced over at the lady at the register a request in his eyes as he softly spoke, "Do you mind getting her something new? She likes sequins." he explained, a glint of amusement dancing in his gaze as you chuckled softly at the amusing situation. 

The lady in question just watched you two leave with way more questions than answers.

~~~

As the two of you continue to walk hand in hand, you chime in with a gentle observation, highlighting the long history shared between the two of them. 

"You could've kept her around, I mean, you did spend quite a few decades with her." you gently suggest, reflecting on their deep connection.

In response, Five lets out a contemplative sigh, pondering the past. "Well.. it seemed like she was better off with her friends." Five replies, his voice carrying a mix of fondness and a hint of longing for what once was.

Your playful nature emerges as you tease Five, adding a touch of lightheartedness to the conversation. "Aw, thats so sweet" you playfully joke, nudging him lightly as you both continue your stroll down the sidewalk.

Five affectionately shakes his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he utters softly, "Hush, Sparky," his endearing nickname for you that never fails to bring a sense of warmth. 

You return the smile, mirroring his affection, but all too soon, your gaze wanders upward to the overcast sky above. 

The threads of your smile fraying slightly, you voice a concern that lingers in the air, "Is it supposed to rain?"

Five's attention shifts skyward as well, his hand instinctively tightening around yours in a protective gesture that speaks volumes. 

His usually composed demeanor bears a trace of uncertainty as he gazes at the looming clouds, "I don't think that's rain," his tone tinged with a hint of worry, hinting at a deeper intuition that something more ominous might be on the horizon. 

Five blinks you both back to the academy, which was now in ruins, smoke and dust filling the air like a sorrowful shroud of destruction. 

The once empty halls now lay in disarray, their former glory tarnished by the scars of unknown calamity.

You gasp softly, the weight of reality crashing down on you like a falling star, your hand instinctively rising to cover your mouth as shock and disbelief whirl within you like a tempest.

"What- what happened-?" you tremulously manage to utter, the words barely escaping your lips.

As you stood there, grappling with the inexplicable scene before you, Five silently leaves your side, his purposeful strides carving a path through the debris-strewn ground as he bends down to retrieve a crumpled newspaper. 

Gradually, the rest of the siblings begin to converge on the scene, drawn by a mixture of curiosity, concern, and a shared sense of foreboding that hung heavy in the air.

Yet, amidst the group gathering in the shadow of destruction, a conspicuous absence looms-

Vanya.

"Guys!" exclaimed Five as he hurried back towards the group with urgency in his voice. "This is it. The apocalypse is still on- the world ends today!"

"I thought you said it was over."

"I know, I know," Five admitted, his voice tinged with a sense of frustration. "I was wrong, okay?" As he spoke, he vividly showed everyone the crumpled yet significant piece of evidence he had discovered.

"This newspaper, I found it in the future the day I got stuck. The headline hasn't changed." The group gathered around, eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and fear, as they absorbed the gravity of the situation laid out before them.

"No, that doesn't mean anything-"

"The time could've been altered since that newspaper came out this morning-"

"You're not listening to me!" Five exclaimed in frustration, his voice filled with urgency, as he dramatically threw the newspaper to the ground. 

His eyes scanned the surroundings before continuing, "When I found it, I assumed this place came down along with everything else, but here we are. The Moon's still shining, the Earth is in one piece, but not the Academy." His voice trailed off, a hint of sorrow evident in his tone.

Klaus finally spoke up, mirroring the confusion in his expression to match his words. "I'm confused."

Five's frustration peaked as he demanded attentiveness, "Then listen to me, you idiot!"

Not willing to let the tension escalate further, you interjected with a tone of authority, "Don't call him an idiot-"

With a resigned tone, Five finally spoke, directed towards Klaus with a hint of remorse coloring his words, "Fine. Klaus, I'm sorry." 

A fierce glare was shot your way before the resumed. "Vanya destroys the Academy before the apocalypse, I thought Harold Jenkins was the cause, but he was the fuse."

The puzzle pieces fit together, painting a stark picture of her role in bringing about the catastrophic end.

"Vanya is the bomb..."

"Vanya causes the apocalypse."

Helicopters, their deafening rotors cutting through the night sky, hovered ominously above the group, their bright searchlights sweeping the area frantically while the distant wail of sirens added an urgent edge to the already tense atmosphere. 

Luther's voice, filled with urgency, broke through the chaos as he bellowed, "We have to find her!" 

Echoing his sentiment, Diego's commanding tone pierced the air, "We gotta go, now." 

His directive was clear as he added, "Regroup at the Super Star. Go!" 

~~~

"Look, I hate to be the one to say this, but everyone needs to prepare."

The group had gathered at the bowling alley, their apprehension palpable, a sense of urgency hung in the air like a heavy cloud. 

Each member begrudgingly swapped their regular footwear for the mandatory bowling shoes, now seated in an unusual formation.

Diego's inquisitive expression betrayed his skepticism. "For what?"

"To do whatever it takes to stop Vanya." Luther declared solemnly, his words a stark reminder of the unwavering threat they faced.

Allison's disapproving reaction, a swift smack on Luther's arm, encapsulated the shared concern and determination that had brought them together.

"I..." Luther let out a heavy sigh, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation. "We may not have a choice, Allison," he admitted reluctantly, his voice tinged with resignation.

"Bullshit, there's always options."

"Yeah, like what?" Five retorted sharply, his body tensing as he challenged them to come up with a viable alternative in their dire situation, the frustration evident in his voice and posture.

"Look, we don't even know where to start looking for her. Since we didn't know about her powers, we dont know what she could do," you try to reason, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you.

"Well, we need to find her fast. She could be anywhere," Luther states, his voice tinged with urgency. 

"Or... here," Klaus interjects, his eyes focused on a newspaper article that Five had shown earlier.

"Take a look at this," he urges, holding the paper up for everyone to see.

You lean over Diego's shoulder as he carefully studies the paper, the realization dawning on you as you read that Vanya's concert performance is scheduled for tonight. 

"That's right. Her concert is tonight," Diego confirms, his tone betraying a mix of concern and determination.

"Hello," one of the employees greets, making her way over to the group of siblings and company who were currently occupying the bowling alley. 

"I hate to intrude, but my manager says if you're not gonna bowl, you gotta leave." she states firmly, crossing her arms in a gesture of assertiveness.

Diego, feeling a sense of frustration creeping in, lets out a weary sigh as he questions, "Whose turn is it?"

Luther, always one to take matters into his own hands, picks up a bowling ball with a determined grip, confidently launching it down the lane with precision, the ball hitting the pins with a satisfying crash that results in a perfect strike.

Observing Luther's impressive throw, you find yourself raising your eyebrows, "Nice shot."

"We're the only ones capable of stopping this," Luther begins with conviction, his gaze fixed on his siblings. "We have a responsibility to Dad."

Diego raises an eyebrow in skepticism at Luther's mention of their father. "To Dad? No, I've heard enough about-" Diego interjects, a hint of frustration evident in his voice.

But Luther is undeterred, his voice steady as he continues, "He sacrificed everything to bring us back together." Luther stresses the importance of honoring their father's legacy.

"I'm with Luther on this one." As the tension in the room escalates, Five's sharp words cut through the air.

Frowning, you shift your gaze towards him, a sense of urgency in his voice as he emphasizes the gravity of the situation. "We can't give her a chance to fight back, there are billions of lives at stake, we're past trying to save just one," he concludes resolutely, driving home the dire necessity of prioritizing the greater good over individual concerns.

Contemplating Five's impassioned plea, a wave of conflicted emotions washes over you.

Although you understand the imperative to prevent catastrophe, the prospect of Vanya facing a deadly fate churns your stomach with unease. 

The moral dilemma looms large in your mind as you grapple with the stark reality of the situation. 

How can you reconcile the need for decisive action with the desire to preserve life, even that of the one who might unknowingly pose a threat?

"Hey, you know, guys, uh... maybe I could help," Klaus said, his timid demeanor contrasting with the hint of determination in his voice. 

With a shrug that was both nonchalant and hopeful, he offered his assistance, a glimmer of hesitation shimmering in his eyes as he sought a chance to prove himself amidst the chaos that surrounded them.

"Now is not the time-" Luther began, his words hinting at the urgency of their situation before Diego's interruption broke through the tension.

"No, let him finish." Diego's voice was firm, an unexpected edge cutting through the uncertainty that lingered. "He saved my life today."

"Really? Is that true?"

"Aw, you did?" You smile at klaus, a twinkle of curiosity in your eyes as you awaited his response.

"Yeah, yeah, I did..." klaus begins, his voice trailing slightly before a more sheepish smile graces his lips, a hint of mischief flickering in his eyes now.

"..take credit for it." he finishes his sentence, a lighthearted chuckle underscoring his words. 

"In fact, the real hero... was Ben," he adds, a touch of humility coloring his voice as he acknowledges his brother's contribution.

Multiple groans echo through the space, a chorus of protestation rising from the assembled group. 

Klaus let out a heavy sigh, his frustration evident as he threw his arms up in exasperation. "Today... Listen to this!" he began, the incredulity in his voice palpable. 

"Today, he actually punched me right in the face," he added with a mix of astonishment and amusement, a single, disbelieving chuckle escaping his lips. 

"And to think, just earlier back at the house, he was the one who saved Diego's life, not me," Klaus confessed, a tinge of self-deprecation coloring his words.

"You are truly unbelievable, Klaus-" 

"He's not unbelievable." your voice interupts that of Luther.

"You want proof, is that it?" Klaus said assertively, his voice tinged with a hint of challenge as he stood up, the dim light of the bowling alley bouncing off the polished bowling ball as he cradled it against his chest. 

"All right. I... I'll give you proof," he declared with a mischievous glint in his eyes, causing the group gathered around to take a cautious step back, uncertain of what was about to unfold.

With a confident grin, Klaus prepared himself, balancing the weight of the ball in his hands as he locked eyes with his audience. "All right, it's showtime, baby."

In a swift motion, Klaus propelled the ball forward, the sound of his shoes squeaking against the polished floor echoing in the tense atmosphere. "Catch!" 

The ball, having gathered momentum while hurtling through the air, descended swiftly towards the ground below. 

As it made contact with the solid ground, a thunderous 'thud' echoed out.

The sudden noise caused you to instinctively flinch ever so slightly.

"Is there any way to silence that voice in your head that screams out to be the center of attention?" Luther, his features contorted in exasperation, clenches his jaw, leveling an intense stare at Klaus across the room.

"You know, I liked you a lot better before you got laid." Klaus airily retorts, leaning back in his chair with a smug expression. "Which was a complete... It- It wasn't his fault, 'cause he was ridiculously high, right?"

"You guys got high without me?" you exclaimed indignantly, feeling a tinge of betrayal as Five pinched your arm in response.

"Ow!" you yelped in surprise.

"Don't start." Five warns.

With laughter bubbling up from within, the tense atmosphere lightened as Klaus playfully shared the amusing anecdote, "And... And the girl, she thought he was a furry-" His words were met with a boisterous chuckle from you, each burst of mirth echoing in the room. 

Luther intervened, his voice demanding, "Stop!" A gesture of mock surrender was Klaus's response, his hands raised in a gesture of peace. 

Obliging Luther's command, Klaus halted his story, and a moment of calm settled briefly as the laughter slowly subsided. 

However, curiosity got the better of you, prompting the inquiry, "She- she thought he was what?!"

Amid the jovial atmosphere, Allison gracefully heads towards the exit with Luther closely trailing behind her. 

Suddenly, a woman's voice breaks the merriment, prompting you to shorten your laughter as she strides over with a young boy in tow. 

"Excuse me," she begins, gently inquiring, "Excuse me, it's my son Kenny's birthday today, and uh... wouldn't your son and his girlfriend be happier playing with kids their own age?"

 Amused by her suggestion, you can't help but let out another chuckle, earning a playful nudge from Five on your unscathed arm. 

She smiled kindly, her warm expression betraying the light teasing in her tone as she gestured towards Klaus and Diego, causing you to break into a fit of laughter that echoed through the room. "Assuming it's okay with your two dads."

Five, being his usual serious self, shot back with a dry remark, his stern glare contrasting with the lighthearted atmosphere in the room, "I would rather chew off my own foot." 

Turning to Klaus and Diego, you attempted to redirect the focus, "You - you think they're his dads!" Your laughter bubbled over, cutting off your words as you struggled to contain your amusement.

As Diego glares at you with intensity, he crumples a nearby napkin and hurls it in your direction.

The woman standing nearby, noticing the escalating situation, appears visibly uncomfortable and swiftly guides her young son, Kenny, away from the unfolding scene. 

"Let's go, Kenny," she says in a hushed yet urgent tone, her concern evident as she ushers the boy away. 

Before they disappear from view, you can't help but shout out a cheerful "Happy birthday, Kenny!"

After the echo of your laughter fades, Diego tells Klaus, "If I was going to date a man, you'd be the last man I would date." 

Klaus, unfazed, meets Diego's gaze, declaring,"You'd be lucky to get me." 

Five rises from his seat and quickly makes his way over to the ball dispenser located next to the neatly arranged bowling balls. 

As you observe, a quizzical expression forms on your face, sensing a familiar object being retrieved from the dispenser – the tube that you have encountered before.

"How the hell did she find me?"

Reacting swiftly to the unexpected revelation, you rise from your seat and move closer to stand beside him.

As Five reached into his pocket, a glint of curiosity flickered in his eyes as he withdrew what initially appeared to be an innocent candy. 

However, his expression quickly shifted to dismay when he, and you too, realized that the sweet treat was, in fact, a sneaky tracking device cleverly disguised. 

"You idiot," you exclaimed in exasperation, your words tumbling out hastily as you seized the device from Five's hand, crushing it forcefully beneath your foot.

"You took something that snake of a woman offered you? Was that not suspicious to you?" Your agitation was evident as you ranted.

Five's demeanor shifted to one of regret, his eyes conveying a mixture of contrition and urgency. Holding out a piece of paper to you, he hesitated before revealing, "She wants both of us-"

"Well, I'm not going," you say sternly, crossing your arms, feeling a surge of frustration building up inside you. 

You had made up your mind, determined not to be persuaded. 

Five, with a subtle expression of regret on his face, reaches out to touch your arm gently, his eyes pleading with you. 

"Y/n, please. This could lead to something meaningful-" You cut him off with a heavy sigh, memories of past encounters with the person in question flooding back to you.

"Five, do you not remember what happened last time I saw her?" The hurt you felt in that moment flashing vividly through your mind, making it impossible for you to consider facing her again. 

You stand your ground, adamant in your decision despite the pleading in Five's eyes. 

The disappointment in his gaze tugs at your heartstrings, but you knew deep down that revisiting that painful past was simply not worth the risk. 

Five puts the paper down, his firm grip now encompassing both of your trembling arms as he gently caresses them with a soothing motion, sliding his hands up and down your forearms in a comforting gesture. 

"You'll be okay," he affirms with unwavering determination, peering into your eyes with a reassuring gaze. "I won't let you be alone with her, I swear it. She won't hurt you, I won't let her."

As your eyes well up with a storm of unshed tears, a tangled web of emotions surfacing within you, you release a shaky exhale, your voice quivering with fear and uncertainty. 

"Don't make me go," you implore, your words entwined with a plea for protection and safety, your vulnerability laid bare before him. 

"Please, Five, I... I can't do it.." The weight of your distress hangs heavy in the air, a palpable sense of desperation clinging to your every word.

"I'm sorry, Sparks," he whispers softly, his voice carrying a weight of regret and sadness as he addresses you.

Five, with an expression of guilt evident in his eyes, blinks you both away to a different location, seamlessly transporting you to the quiet hallway of am old hotel.

Feeling the need for reassurance, you instinctively grasp onto Five's arm as he confidently navigates the corridor, guiding the two of you with a gentle and reassuring touch until you reach your intended destination - room number 12.

As you cautiously step into the dimly lit room, the door ominously creaks open, revealing the unsettling sight that lies within. 

Leading the way is Five, his presence guiding you into the space in a mysterious yet determined manner. 

The Handler, an enigmatic figure known for her cunning ways, sits perched on the edge of the bed, her piercing gaze fixed upon you with a mixture of surprise and intrigue.

In the center of the room, an older lady remains bound to a chair, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty as she hovers above a tub of boiling water. 

With The Handler clasping her pipe tightly in her hand, she breaks the silence with a voice that sends shivers down your spine. "I didn't expect you to actually come, dear," she remarks, her tone laced with a hint of amusement at your audacity.

Despite her words directed at you, you remain steadfast, refusing to acknowledge her presence or engage in the sinister game she seems eager to play. 

"You must really like doughnuts," Five remarks with a deadpan expression, a hint of sarcasm lacing his voice as he deliberately obstructs your presence from The Handler's view. 

The older lady, desperately seeking aid, tries to speak out, her cries for help stifled by the tape firmly covering her mouth.

"It's been a while," The Handler states with a nonchalant air, their indifference evident in the way they address the situation unfolding before them.

"Three days," five interjects sharply, his tone revealing the tension that simmers beneath the surface of the interaction.

"For you, maybe." The Handler shrugs. "But for me, it's been a lot longer since I've seen those adorable little shorts," she says with a wistful smile, her eyes lingering on you, trying to catch every detail of your appearance.

"Come on out, dear," she urges.

"Well, you've had time to heal," Five interjects, his tone firm and protective, shielding you from The Handler's probing gaze as he stands between you and her, a strong and reassuring presence.

The Handler sighs, dissapointed by not getting her way. "Luckily, for both of us, time... is the one thing my organization has an abundance of," she says, her fake smile fading slowly into a look of somber resolve mixed with a hint of calculated anticipation.

"Got your message, by the way," Five chuckles, but theres no sense of humor in it. 

"Nice packaging, but so much for Commission protocol," he comments dryly, his tone tinged with a touch of lingering bitterness from past encounters.

The Handler chuckles darkly. "There have been... a lot of changes since you left the Commission with my prized possession," she states, her voice steady and unwavering.

"You really did some damage," she adds, a sense of regret seeping through her words like shadows creeping in the night.

Inhaling deeply from her pipe, the smoke swirling around her like memories long forgotten, she continues, her gaze piercing and unwavering. "The briefcases were all but destroyed, to say nothing of the highly trained personnel you killed, after all, what is an institution if not for-"

"What do you want?" Five cuts her off, wanting to get to the point.

"To be happy," she answers, her voice soft yet filled with determined resolve. 

"To have a simple, unfettered life, to do the work my superiors require," she continues, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon as if searching for the answer within her own thoughts.

"But... your being here," she starts again, subtly glaring at five, her eyes narrowing slightly as if challenging him to understand her predicament. 

"Well, it complicates all that," she concludes with a sigh, the weight of her words hanging in the air like a heavy mist. 

"Billions of people are about to die tonight," Five snaps, his voice laced with anger and frustration at the dire situation unfolding before him. 

Standing resolute, he adds, "You can change that."

The Handler, unmoved by his urgency, dismisses his plea with a wave of her hand. "Tonight, tomorrow. So little difference in the grand scheme of things," she remarks cooly. "What's meant to be is meant to be, or, as the saying goes, que será, será." 

Unable to accept resignation, Five's frustration bubbles to the surface. "It's bullshit in any language." he asserts, his voice tinged with bitterness. In a desperate appeal for answers, he implores the Handler, "Why did you call us here?"

"I wanna offer you a choice," The Handler declared with a glint in her eyes, drawing you into the gravity of the decision at hand. 

She carefully produced a glass, its intricate details captivating her as she continued to speak. "Everyone's going to die tonight, but unlike the rest of the world, you have a way out." she explained ominously, fixing her gaze on Number Five.

As she laid out the options before you, each one veiling a consequence as dire as the next, the weight of the decision bore down on you heavily. "You can abandon your family and skip ahead to the apocalypse, take a walkabout for a few decades, wondering if I'll come back and offer you a job again, or you can stay here, with your family, and my favorite tool, and.. die a horrible death." She concluded with a chilling laughter, leaving you with a simmering sense of dread as your eyes found solace in the ground beneath you. 

"While you weigh your options, just know your siblings are fighting for their lives without you." she expressed, the clink of the drink against her elegant glass underscoring the gravity of the moment as a sense of realization dawned on both you and Five.

"You brought us here to pull us away." Five declared, his grip on your hand tensing with a mix of emotions.

With a bittersweet laughter, she mockingly bid farewell, "It's been nice knowing you, Five." 

"And this wont be the last you see me, y/n."

"This won't be the final curtain call between us."

~~~

A/N - almost done with season 1 omg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Second pov

~~~

"She's suffered a severe laceration to her larynx," Grace begins, tending to Allison, as the sense of urgency fills the room. "One of you will need to give blood," she adds, a look of concern etched on her face.

"I will," echoes almost everyone in the room, their willingness to help evident in their expressions.

"I will," Luther firmly says, standing his ground. "I'm doing it," he emphasizes, showing his determination to assist in any way he can.

However, Pogo steps in at that moment, gently diverting Luther's attention. "I'm afraid that's not possible, dear boy," he starts, gesturing towards himself with a reassuring smile. 

"Your blood is more compatible with mine," he concludes, understanding the importance of matching blood types for the successful transfusion.

Klaus hesitated for a moment before speaking up, his voice filled with a mix of reassurance and determination as he addressed the situation. "Hey, don't sweat it," he said, looking at the big guy in front of him. 

"I can handle this." A slight shiver ran down his spine as he added, "I... I love needles."

Pogo's voice cut through the tense atmosphere as he addressed Klaus with a touch of disapproval. "Master Klaus," he said sternly, "Your blood is... How shall I say this?"

"It's too polluted."

"Yeah, go on. I'll do it," Diego bravely declared, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty as he prepared himself for what was to come. His resolve wavered only when he caught sight of the gleaming needle, a simple yet intimidating tool that suddenly loomed large in his mind.

In that fleeting moment of doubt, Diego's demeanor shifted, betraying the facade of bravery he had so confidently worn just seconds before. 

A soft whimper escaped his lips, and his vision blurred before darkness enveloped him entirely.

Pogo, witnessing Diego's sudden descent into unconsciousness, couldn't help but let out a weary sigh. 

The weight of the situation settled heavily upon him, a stark reminder of the risks they faced in their line of work. 

"Stick him," Pogo instructed, his tone firm.

~~~

You find yourself in Five's dimly lit room, perched on the edge of his neatly-made bed, the weight of your thoughts pressing your head into your hands. 

The crimson stain seeping from your torn sleeves has left a trail across your pale face and fingers, the reminder of a moment too surreal to fully comprehend. 

As you gaze blankly ahead, the dried blood specks have morphed into grotesque patterns, mirroring the chaos swirling inside your mind.

Once, it was Five who bore the weight of your guilt, now replaced by Allison, a cruel twist of fate that twists the knife deeper into your already wounded conscience. 

In this fragmented moment of solitude, the bitter realization dawns on you that it should have been you, bearing the burden of their pain and suffering. 

They, your not-quite-family, are owed a life marked by happiness and health, untainted by the shadows that seem to follow you.

Yet, as the tendrils of self-blame threaten to consume you, a flicker of defiance surfaces within your weary heart. Despite the darkness clawing at your soul, a voice whispers that you, too, deserve a chance at solace and redemption. 

The internal battle rages on, a turbulent storm of conflicting emotions and shattered expectations, as you grapple with the conflicting notions of self-sacrifice and self-preservation.

In this moment of solemn reckoning, you hold fast to the fragile belief that amidst the chaos and despair, there exists a glimmer of hope for your own salvation.

As you sat there, engulfed in your thoughts, the sound of three distinct knocks against the doorframe abruptly pulled you from your inner reflection. 

Leaning casually on the doorway, Five's presence interrupted the solitude of your mind. "You disappeared there for a minute," he observed, his voice soft and understanding. 

Feeling the weight of his words, you let out a sigh, a subtle expression of your emotional exhaustion. 

With a gentle hand, you wiped away remnants of past tears from your cheeks, a physical reminder of the inner turmoil you were experiencing.

Unwilling or unable to articulate your thoughts, you remained quiet, lost in your internal struggle. Sensing your distress, Five moved closer, taking a seat beside you on the bed, offering silent support in his mere presence.

"It's all catching up to you.. I can see it," his voice broke the silence, filled with empathy and concern. 

His words echoed the unspoken turmoil within you, acknowledging the emotional storm brewing beneath your calm exterior. 

Seeking to console you, he gently nudged your arm, a subtle gesture.

"You're not alone here anymore, y/n," Five's soothing voice broke the heavy silence that enveloped the room. 

"We're in this together, through all the mistakes and regrets." The weight of his admission hung in the air as he ran a weary hand through his tousled hair, a gesture of resignation. "And it's not easy for you, especially with the withdrawals taking their toll on you."

Your exhaustion was palpable as you slowly lifted your gaze to meet Five's, a mix of weariness and defiance flickering in your eyes. His intense stare, filled with a mix of concern and understanding, lingered blood marks marring your face.

"We should clean you up before we head out," Five's voice held a firm resolve as he rose and extended a hand in offer of assistance. You hesitated, a myriad of conflicting emotions swirling within you, before shaking your head subtly.

"Just go on ahead without me," your voice was barely above a whisper, laced with a sense of defeat. "I'll catch up."

"Um, no," he said firmly as he kept his hand outstretched towards you.

"I just-" you started to plead.

"None of that. Come on." he interrupted as he reached for your hand, his touch warm and reassuring as he helped you up and guided you towards the bathroom. 

The familiar scent of soap and fresh towels enveloped you as you followed his lead.

As your feet shuffled into the bathroom, you couldn't help but notice how his hand felt firm yet gentle, a silent reassurance that you were not alone in this moment of vulnerability.

Five, in a tender and caring manner, guides you to take a seat on the closed toilet lid, surprisingly showing genuine concern for your well-being. 

He then moistens a soft wash cloth with warm water before kneeling before you, demonstrating a genuine gesture of care and support as he delicately wipes away the traces of blood from your face.

Gratitude fills you as you gaze at Five, appreciating his kindness and attentiveness. However, an undercurrent of guilt still lingers within you, a nagging feeling that he shouldn't have to go through this trouble for you.

With deliberate patience, Five continues to clean the blood from your face. 

His touch is soothing as he carefully smoothes your furrowed brow with the pad of his thumb, providing comfort and reassurance in the midst of chaos and uncertainty.

As you lean into the gentle touch, a sense of connection forms between you, the unspoken bond between you both palpable, locked in a silent exchange 

"I'm scared, Five," you admitted in a whisper, your voice tinged with fear and vulnerability.

Five responded with a single nod, his expression reflecting understanding and concern. He rose from his seat to rinse the washcloth, then returned to tenderly clean your hands.

"What exactly are you afraid of?" he inquired gently, his eyes maintaining a steady gaze on yours.

With a heavy sigh, you hesitated briefly before responding. "I'm afraid of seeing you and the others getting hurt. When we found Allison- the thought of losing her, of her never seeing her daughter again—it was too much."

"But she's safe now, Y/N," Five interjected, his voice calm yet filled with reassurance, as he set the washcloth down with a sigh.

In that moment, you felt a wave of gratitude for Five's supportive presence.

He smiles at you with gentle reassurance, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "She'll be okay. I was okay too, and believe me, you will be okay as well." You can sense the sincerity in his voice as he tries to calm your anxieties.

Concern etched on your face, you raise the issue of Klaus, noting his peculiar behavior since his time-travel adventure. "What about Klaus? Ever since he went back in time, he seems so different," you express, your voice tinged with worry.

With a touch of urgency, he hushes you by placing a single finger delicately against your lips. "Shh," he murmurs softly. 

"Once we put a stop to the apocalypse, you will come to realize that I'm right, okay?" His words carry a sense of conviction, attempting to provide some solace in the midst of uncertainty.

As you process his statement, you find yourself blinking in contemplation. After a moment of reflection, you offer a hesitant nod in acknowledgement. 

"Good," Five nods reassuringly, a gentle smile playing on his lips, as he extends a helping hand to guide you back onto your feet. 

Standing chest to chest, a comfortable silence lingers between you both as your gazes lock, Five's warm hands securely holding onto yours, offering a sense of comfort and stability.

As the moment stretches on, you find yourself unconsciously leaning in slightly, a silent invitation that Five instinctively reciprocates, closing the physical space between you. 

You tentatively wrap your arms around him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek as you rest your head against his chest, finding solace in the quiet intimacy shared between you both.

For a suspended moment, Five remains still, absorbing the embrace before a subtle shift in his posture signals his response, his hand now gently rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

The exchange of unspoken emotions and shared connection deepens as the hug becomes a silent understanding, a reassurance of support.

"Thank you," you say sincerely, the gratitude palpable in your voice as you hold Five close to you, finding solace in his presence.

Five returns your gratitude with a gentle nod, a reassuring smile playing on his lips, though you can't see it. He leans down, resting his chin on the top of your head, his closeness offering you a sense of security and warmth.

"We'll be okay," Five's voice is filled with unwavering confidence and optimism, his words resonating deep within your soul, instilling a sense of hope in the midst of uncertainty. 

"We all will," he assures you.

~~~

As Diego sharpened his knife, the urgency in his voice emphasized the danger that lingered, the threat unchallenged by the elusive enemy who had sought to harm their sister. 

"The bastard that nearly killed our sister's still out there, with Vanya." he declared, his eyes reflecting determination. "We need to go after her."

Five, ever the voice of reason, shook his head, showing a sign of weariness as he assessed the situation. "Vanya is not important." he emphasized, a sense of prioritization evident in his demeanor.

Before discussing your next steps, you and Five returned to the academy's common area, the gravity of the looming threat still hanging in the air. 

Standing side by side near the couch, you had changed out of the blood-stained sweater, the evidence of recent events now gone.

It was a detail worth noting that amidst the tension and action, you were still holding Five's hand, a physical gesture that conveyed trust, even in the face of uncertainty.

Diego, his eyes fixed on Five, expresses his disapproval at the comment regarding his sister. "Hey, that's your sister." he glares at Five. "A little heartless even for you, Five." he remarks sternly. 

As you sympathetically agree with Diego's sentiment, you shake your head in disbelief at Five's apparent lack of concern. "Thats mean, Five" 

Five, feeling the weight of his words, lets out a deep sigh. "I'm not saying I don't care about her, but if the apocalypse happens today, she dies along with the other seven billion of us." he rephrases. "Harold Jenkins is our first priority."

"I agree. Let's go." Diego asserts, his resolve unwavering. 

"You guys count me out," Klaus says, leaning his head back on the armchair he was sitting on, his words carrying a mix of vulnerability and resignation. 

"I mean, you know, no offense or whatever. It's just... I kind of feel like this is a whole lot of pressure for newly-sober me, so..." he trails off, his gaze darting away momentarily, a subtle sign of uncertainty. 

"You're coming,"

"yeah Klaus, come on," 

"No, no, no," Klaus waved his hands, his gestures accentuating the seriousness of his statement. "I mean, I think we can all agree that my power... well, it's not exactly the most practical, is it? In fact, let's face it, it's practically worthless. I would only drag all of you down."

"Klaus, get up," demanded Diego, his voice edged with a sense of urgency.

"You can't make me," Klaus responded cheekily, challenging Diego's authority.

Unperturbed, Diego displayed his mastery as he expertly hurled a knife with precision, aiming it between Klaus' legs. The blade cut through the air with a menacing swish, prompting Klaus to flinch and widen his eyes in a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

Klaus lets out a weary sigh, his thoughts drifting to the idea of getting some exercise. "Oh, then again, a little exercise couldn't hurt," he muses before pushing himself up from his seat. 

Taking a moment to stretch, he finally stands upright, all of you leaving the academy once again.

~~~

"What on earth is that smell- OH MY GOD!" you flinch back, taken aback by the nauseating stench that hit your senses, your eyes widening in horror as they fall upon the lifeless form of Harold Jenkins sprawled on the kitchen floor. 

Various kitchen utensils protrude from his chest, a grim sight that renders you speechless for a moment. 

The ghastly scene, compounded by one of his eyes missing from its socket, sends a shiver down your spine.

"Oh man.." Klaus reacts, instinctively covering his nose to shield himself from the putrid odor emanating from the macabre tableau. 

"It's not exactly what I was expecting," he remarks, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and unease.

In a futile attempt to cope with the gruesome sight, you let out a guttural groan of disgust, unable to tear your gaze away.

"The understatement of the year," Five remarks, his voice tinged with a hint of dark humor as he surveys the scene.

"No sign of Vanya-" Diego's voice trailed off as he glanced around anxiously, a sense of urgency creeping into his tone. "Let's get out of here, before the cops come."

"In a minute," Five responded calmly, his curiosity piqued as he took a few deliberate steps closer to the lifeless body sprawled on the floor, his hand reaching into his pocket. 

Diego couldn't hide his confusion, his brow furrowing as he watched Five's movements with a mix of disgust and intrigue. "Come on, Five, what are you..." His words faded into the air as Five knelt down beside the body, delicately pressing the glass eye into Harold's lifeless corpse.

Klaus couldn't contain his revulsion, a guttural retching noise escaping his lips as he witnessed the eerie scene unfold. "Ugh, wow," he managed to utter, a hint of unease coloring his voice amidst the tension hanging heavy in the room.

As you stand there, completely taken aback by what you are witnessing, your mouth hangs open in disbelief. "Five, is this necessary?" you manage to question, but the response you receive is anything but direct.

With a grin spreading across his face, Five explains, "Same eye color, same pupil size." he grins. "Guys this is it. The eye I've been carrying around for decades, it... It's found its rightful home."

As he turns to face all of you, the look of accomplishment and satisfaction is unmistakable on his smiling face.

In an attempt to show your support, you raise your hand in a thumbs-up gesture, though inside, you can't shake off the feeling of utter revulsion at the bizarre situation unfolding before you.

As Five reached back to retrieve the glass eye from the lifeless body, a rush of desperation took hold of you. "Wait, please, no -. Please, just leave it," you implored.

Ignoring your pleas, Five nonchalantly pocketed the eye, his face cold and unaffected by your distress.

Struggling to articulate your thoughts, you attempted to voice the overwhelming sense of unease that washed over you. "Do you even know how- how- how absolutely disgusting that is?" you questioned as Five drew nearer to you, his footsteps echoing in the dimly lit room.

With a dismissive shrug, he responded callously, "What? The guys dead. You think he needs it?"

Refusing to back down, you challenge him further. "Do you?"

Diego spoke up confidently, "We got the guy we needed to kill to stop the apocalypse."

"Yay! Let's go." Excitedly, Klaus began to make plans to depart, only to be halted by Diego's firm grip on the back of his shirt. 

Your keen observation revealed a critical detail, someone had already taken care of the target individual before them. 

"No we didn't, someone else got to him first." Five concurred with your assessment and reached into his other pocket, producing a note from the Commission. 

"Look, this is the note that I got from the Commission. The one that says, 'Protect Harold Jenkins,' aka Leonard Peabody." Gesturing towards the paper as evidence

"Yeah?"

Five seemed to be growing increasingly stressed by the second, his urgency palpable as he questioned, "But who killed him? Who did this?" 

In response, Klaus, known for his eccentricity, proposed a rather unconventional idea. "I have a crazy idea," he began. 

"Crazy, but why don't we seek out Vanya... and ask her what happened?" Your reaction was one of nonchalance as you simply shrugged in contemplation.

Upon hearing Klaus's suggestion, you found yourself unexpectedly agreeing with a hint of approval seeping into your tone. "That... is actually not a bad idea," you admitted. 

Five reached out and grasped your arm tightly before suddenly activating his temporal abilities, transporting both of you back to the academy in a blur of motion.

"Dude, we should go back and help them," you huff impatiently while staring off in the direction where the others are struggling. 

"You can't keep just blinking me everywhere you go, Five," you warn with a firm tone.

A look of determination crosses Five's face as he meets your gaze, his eyes revealing a sense of responsibility beyond his years. 

"I can't leave you with Klaus," he asserts, his voice carrying a weight of concern that you can't ignore.

Confusion clouds your expression as you process his words, trying to understand his intentions. "What do you mean?" you inquire, seeking clarity in the midst of the chaos unfolding around you.

With a steady voice, Five begins to explain his reasoning, painting a picture of caution and foresight. 

"He may be sober on his own terms right now, but you're not," he states matter-of-factly, emphasizing the importance of your well-being in this precarious situation. 

"You're staying with me so you don't get tempted," he concludes, the seriousness of his words sinking in as you come to grasp the depth of his concern.

You scoffed, clearly offended by the lack of trust. "Do you seriously doubt me that much?" you questioned.

"Less than a day ago, you were on the brink of drowning yourself in alcohol," Five pointed out, reminding you of the dangerous situation you had put yourself in.

Feeling defensive, you dismissed the comparison with a casual wave of your hand. "That was different," you retorted, trying to downplay the severity of your past actions.

Five clenches his jaw, the tension evident in the rigid lines of his face as he looks at you with genuine anger. "It is not different," he states firmly, his voice laced with a hint of warning. 

"Don't you dare think I forgot about those pills you threw up either, or the joint you shared with Klaus at the funeral. Or that shit you put in your coffee at Griddy's."

"Weed is legal-"

Five cuts you off before you can finish. "But were those pills?" he challenges, his gaze piercing through you. 

You stumble over your words, trying to backtrack. "Well, not necessarily," you admit sheepishly.

The air between you grows heavy with unspoken accusations as Five's anger hovers palpably around him like a storm cloud. His clenched jaw speaks volumes about his pent-up frustration and disappointment in you. 

The weight of his disapproval presses down on you, making it hard to meet his intense gaze.

"How long has it been..?" As you asked about the time since the last time you consumed drugs or alcohol, you could sense a mix of guilt in your stomach

Five took a moment to collect his thoughts, exhaling deeply before revealing, "I suppose it's been nearly two days now."

Your response was a quiet hum as you absorbed the reality of the situation. Such a short span of time, and yet the weight of the impending withdrawal symptoms lingered like a shadow over your thoughts. 

"Wow.. Once the adrenaline wears off I'm going to feel like shit." You remarked with a forced chuckle that failed to mask the apprehension in your voice. 

The bitter truth lay in the stark contrast between the fleeting high and the enduring pain that awaited – a cycle that seemed unbreakable at times.

Five's expression carried a tinge of disappointment as his eyes settled on you. With a tone tinged with concern, he remarked, "You can't just go back to that lifestyle, just take a look at yourself."

An air of solemnity surrounded his actions as he gently raised your sleeve, his fingers grazing over the rehabilitation bracelet adorning your wrist.

His touch then traced over the faint marks left by old needles on your forearm, just above the inked design that you had gotten from the Commission. 

Despite noticing the scars, he chose not to voice any judgment. The unspoken understanding between you both was palpable in that moment, a silent acknowledgment of your struggles.

The weight of his unspoken words lingered in the air, echoing the concern and care he held for you. It was in those quiet actions and shared glances that conveyed more than words ever could. 

You let out a heavy sigh, your gaze fixed on him as you contemplate his words. "If you stick around for a bit after all of this, I guess I'll give sobriety a shot," you confess.

Five scoffs dismissively before releasing his grip on you, his expression now serious. "It's not just about giving it a shot, Sparks," he asserts firmly. 

"You are done with that destructive cycle. It's time to let go." His words carry a hint of concern.

With a resigned exhalation, you acknowledge, "I understand that. It's just..." You pause, your arms folding across your chest as you try to articulate the struggles you face. 

"It's been such a long time..," you concede, a hint of vulnerability seeping through. "I mean, years have passed since I was sober."

Five nodded affirmatively, his expression a mix of determination and certainty. 

"Well, now I'm here, and when I commit, I commit," he declared, his hands finding their place confidently on his hips.

"Speaking of commitments, we should probably figure out where Vanya went," you playfully suggested, a glint of mischief in your eyes. "At least after we relax a little."

Five exhaled audibly, a hint of resignation evident in his voice. "You're right. Since when have you become so punctual?" he quizzed, raising an eyebrow in genuine curiosity.

"I suppose you're rubbing off on me a little," you admitted with a light chuckle.

"Don't let it go to your head."

~~~

Diego had unexpectedly barged into the academy only moments later, claiming to have unfinished business with Hazel and Cha-Cha before hastily departing again.

Despite the abrupt intrusion, there was still no sign of Vanya, her absence casting a lingering shadow over your thoughts. 

Concern for her well-being crept into your mind, as you couldn't shake off the worry entirely, although a slight sense of relief filled you knowing that her psycho boyfriend was no longer a threat. 

Now, perched at the bar, you fixed a stern gaze on Five, who nonchalantly prepared himself a margarita, the deliberate action not escaping your notice.

 It was clear that he was purposefully trying to provoke a reaction, his smug demeanor only adding to your growing frustration.

"Quit shaking," Five said with a playful tone, caused by the subtle movement of your bouncing leg under the table. 

"I'm making you one too," Five added, making a gesture towards the leg in question. 

Your eyes lit up with excitement upon hearing this news. "Really?" you asked, unable to contain your grin. 

Matching your smile, Five responded with a smirk of his own. "A virgin margarita," he teased, trying to play down your enthusiasm. 

You groan in exhaustion, your head finding solace on the familiar wooden surface of the countertop. "The apocolypse is over, why cant I just have a little?" Your voice carries a touch of yearning.

"Because you'll be too tempted to have more." Five responds nonchalantly.

He effortlessly slides a glass towards you, the condensation glistening under the dim light, and playfully places a decorative umbrella in your drink. 

With a smirk, he continues, "And as your mentor, apparently, I won't let you take that risk."His conviction is unwavering.

As you raise your head, a gentle sigh escapes your lips, conveying your gratitude as you nod in acknowledgment before taking a sip of the drink. 

"It doesn't even burn on the way down, this sucks." You remark.

"Yet here you are, continuing to drink it," Five comments casually, adjusting Dolores on the seat beside him before joining you, settling down comfortably.

Absently swirling the drink in your glass with the straw, you find yourself unable to sit still, your leg unconsciously bouncing up and down in a restless rhythm.

Five's comforting touch lands gently on your thigh, effectively halting your restless fidgeting.

"Stop it," he interjects, not bothering to meet your gaze as he casually takes a sip from his beverage, his tone firm yet reassuring.

Feeling his presence, you heed his request and obediently cease your nervous movements, your eyes drifting downwards to the unassuming floor beneath you.

Eventually, Five's eyes return to meet yours, his expression now filled with a mix of empathy and wisdom. 

"You'll get through it. Once the itch for more stops it'll be easy." he imparts in a tone that conveys both understanding and encouragement.

You scoffed in disbelief, your voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. "Nothing's ever easy, Five," you began, a touch of exasperation evident in your tone. 

"And I'm not itching for it-" Your words trailed off, a mixture of frustration and resignation coloring your expression as you spoke.

Amused by your attempt at denial, Five couldn't stifle a laugh, his eyes twinkling mischievously. In response, you flung your decorative umbrella in his direction, a playful hint of irritation in your actions. 

"You're not funny." 

Rolling his eyes, Five removed his hand from your now motionless thigh, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, please," he retorted, a playful arrogance evident in his expression. 

"I'm hilarious," he declared confidently, a teasing glint in his eyes as he spoke.

As you sat there, finishing off the last drops of your drink, you couldn't help but sense a newfound sense of refreshment washing over you. 

It was a strange feeling, considering the absence of any alcohol.

Looking up, you noticed Five observing you with a knowing smile. "Seems like you enjoyed it," he remarked, earning a curious look from you in return.

"So what if I did?" You replied, feeling a sense of defiance bubbling within you.

Five simply shrugged, his nonchalant demeanor never faltering. "So now, whenever you feel that familiar craving for a drink, just remember that feeling. Maybe that's all you need instead."

His words lingered in the air, stirring a mix of contemplation and intrigue within you. 

Could a simple non-alcoholic drink really satisfy those persistent cravings you often succumbed to? 

It was a thought worth pondering as you finished the last of your drink, a newfound sense of possibility blooming within you.

"Since when are you 'teacher of the year'?" you inquire, leaning slightly closer to Five, who responds with a brief chuckle. 

"Since I decided you were worth my time." he muses.

"And when did you decide that?" you press curiously.

"Eh, I guess when you helped stop the end of the world."he answers, gazing at you with an affectionate smile. "No big deal or anything."

As you both leaned closer, exchanging smiles, you casually brushed a tiny speck of dust off Five's shoulder, a small but intimate gesture that seemed to draw you even closer. 

"Not a big deal, huh?" you quipped playfully, breaking the brief tension with a light touch.

Seeing your smile, Five's smirk widened almost imperceptibly before he impulsively took hold of your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours in a bold move. 

"Nah, not at all. There are more pressing matters to attend to," he replied cryptically, his gaze lingering on yours.

Curious about his cryptic response, you prodded gently, "Oh? Like what?" sensing a shift in the air between you two as he set his drink aside. 

Without missing a beat, Five brought his free hand up to sweep a loose strand of hair from your face, his touch sending a rush of warmth through you. 

The subtle gesture, though seemingly innocuous, carried an unspoken promise of closeness and shared moments to come.

"Well, for one, I need to get clothes that aren't just the academy uniforms," he jokes, chuckling at the familiar topic. His playful smirk infectious.

Observing his playful complaint, you can't help but make a pouting face, adding a touch of mock lament to your expression. 

"Aw, but it's so adorable, seeing you in that sweater vest, and your cute little tie," you playfully tease, your eyes glinting mischievously. 

Reaching out to lightly tug on his tie, you pull him a bit closer, enjoying the proximity as your laughter fills the space between you.

Five glares are directed right at you, playful in nature. "It's anything but cute, sparky," he begins, his fingers leisurely tracing down to gently caress your cheek. "If anything is cute, it's that stupid grin on your face."

In that moment, a warm flush engulfs your cheeks as you realize the truth of his words. The presence of that foolish smile on your lips becomes evident. 

It seems like a light switch flicking on, enlightening you to a truth that was previously hidden. Your heart flutters a bit, caught off guard by the unexpected thrill of his touch and the charming words he spoke. 

The air around you seems charged with a newfound electricity, a magnetic pull drawing you closer to him. A delightful shiver runs down your spine, marking this encounter as a moment to be cherished. 

As Five leaned in closer, his breath mingled with yours, the warmth of his proximity palpable against your skin. His nose almost teasingly brushed yours, creating a subtle electricity in the shared air. 

"I can't tell if it's the absence of alcohol or simply just me that has you trembling," he mused, his tone a delicate mix of curiosity and amusement.

With gentle precision, he extended a single finger to your neck, seeking out the rapid, erratic pulse beneath your skin. 

You couldn't help but inhale shakily, the closeness of his touch sending a cascade of sensations through your body. 

"Oh, my dear, you poor thing," he whispered, voice soft and empathetic, "your heartbeat is through the roof right now."

His words resonated in the charged atmosphere between you, adding a layer of intimacy to the shared moment. 

You close your eyes to savor the moment as Five leans in closer, his warm breath teasing your skin before his lips lightly brush against yours. 

And then.. the doorbell rings.

~~~

A/N - oops they dont kiss (yet) and five making himself your mentor to stay sober is just too cute to pass up.

too bad they dont have long before they are seperated lmao </3

Second pov

~~~

Seated around the old, slightly chipped kitchen table were you, Five, Klaus, and Luther, the atmosphere laced with the aroma of the undrinkable sludge you called coffee. 

Your head lay on the worn wood, a testament to the exhaustion that seemed to seep into your bones. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Klaus couldn't resist poking fun at the sight before him.

"So, I saw you sleeping together," Klaus proclaimed in a sing-song voice, clearly amused by the opportunity to tease you.

Weary, you lifted your head from the table, your attempt at a retort laced with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "That's because we were. Quite literally sleeping," you quipped, feeling the need to defend against the teasing.

Unfazed by your response, Klaus continued his teasing, gesturing dramatically as he spoke. "Because you were sleepy from all the—"

"No." Five cut in with his usual straightforwardness, taking a casual sip of his less-than-appetizing coffee. 

You nod along. "I can assure you that Five is still a sad, lonely virgin," you affirm gently.

Five shoots a pointed glare in your direction "I am not-" 

"Can we focus, please?" Luther's voice cuts through the tension, his tone tinged with a hint of exasperation. 

Clearly tired of the ongoing discussion surrounding Five's... personal life, Luther redirects the conversation. "Has anyone seen the others? Allison? Diego?"

"Not since yesterday," you confirm.

Klaus, fueled by a surge of energy, forcefully bangs his fist on the sturdy wooden table, causing a resonating thud that echoes across the room. 

"All right, then, this is the closest thing to a quorum that we're gonna get," he declares, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. 

Taking a deep breath, he continues, his tone serious and unwavering, "Now, listen up- There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just gonna spit it out," his words hanging heavily in the tense atmosphere.

Luther, visibly concerned, expresses his disapproval by shaking his head in a solemn manner. "This is a bad idea," 

"Klaus-" you start, your voice trailing off as you prepare to address the escalating tension.

"I conjured Dad last night," Klaus says quickly, the whole room falling into a hushed silence that lingered heavily in the air, almost as if his words had momentarily frozen time itself.

Luther, with a perplexed expression etched across his face, interjects, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and curiosity, "You said you haven't been able to conjure anyone in years." his gaze fixed firmly on Klaus, seeking an explanation to this sudden revelation.

Klaus, wearing a triumphant grin that seemed to illuminate his entire face, responds with a newfound sense of clarity, "Ah, yes, I know, but I'm sober. Ta-da!" his eyes glinting with a sense of accomplishment as he reveals his recent victory over past struggles.

Intrigued by Klaus' breakthrough, you chime in softly, your voice filled with genuine admiration, "Oh wow.. Congratulations"

Turning towards you, Klaus shares his contagious enthusiasm, his eyes alight with encouragement, "Yes! and if you try too, you can do it, little buddy" he pokes your nose. 

"But anyways, I got clean yesterday to talk to someone.. special, and then ended up having this... conversation with dear old Daddy himself." gently playfully poking your nose again, a common gesture between you two.

"You really did it.." you say, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as Klaus nods in affirmation, his eyes gleaming with pride.

Luther heaves a weary sigh, his hand moving to his temple in a gesture of discomfort. "Has anyone got some aspirin?" he inquires with a hint of desperation underlying his voice.

"Ah, yes, the aspirin," Five chimes in, his tone almost playful despite the serious moment. "It's on the top shelf, right next to the crackers," he directs Luther, a mischievous glint in his eye as if he's enjoying the chaos surrounding them more than he lets on.

Klaus frowns at his brothers, a deep crease forming between his brows as he emphasizes the seriousness of the situation. "Hey, hey, hey, this is serious, guys, all right?" Luther, with a skeptical expression on his face, shoots Klaus a look, silently urging him to continue. 

"This really happened, I swear," Klaus reiterates, a mixture of exasperation and sincerity in his tone.

Feeling the weight of the moment settle upon them, Five sets his coffee cup down with a resolute thud, signaling his readiness to engage in the discussion. 

"Okay, fine. I'll play," he concedes, his voice betraying a mixture of curiosity and impatience. "What did the old man have to say?" 

"Well, he gave me the usual lecture about my appearance and my failures in life," Klaus explains, his hand gesturing dismissively. "Yada yada yada," he adds, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips as he brushes off the old man's criticisms. 

Pausing for a moment, Klaus's expression shifts, a flicker of vulnerability briefly surfacing in his eyes before he continues with a shrug, "But you know how he is-"

"Klaus-"

"Right, right. No surprise there. Even the afterlife couldn't soften a hardass like Dad, right? But he did mention something about his murder, or lack thereof, because..." Klaus pauses dramatically.

"Wait for it.."

You just stare, confused.

"He killed himself." he reveals.

"I don't have time for your games, Klaus," Luther groans as he turns away from his brother's pleading gaze. 

Klaus, clearly hurt by the rejection, insists, "I'm telling you the truth, Luther, I'm telling you the truth." 

Curious about the unfolding drama, Five pipes up, breaking the tense moment with a question, "Why'd he do it, then?" You find yourself nodding in agreement, eager for answers. 

With a troubled expression, Klaus explains, "He said it was the only way to get us all home again-" His voice trails off.

"No," Luther argued emphatically, refusing to accept the idea that his father would take his own life. "Dad wouldn't just kill himself. There must be another explanation." 

As the family discussed the situation, Five pointed out that their father had been exhibiting signs of depression. "Ah, you said it yourself," Five interjected, " He was depressed. Holed up in his office and room all day and night."

"Suicidal people exhibit certain tendencies, strange behaviors."

"Like sending someone to the moon for no reason?"

"I swear to God, Klaus, if you're lying..." Luther warns, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and concern, his eyes piercing into Klaus' with a sense of betrayal lurking beneath the surface.

"I'm not. I'm not," Klaus defends himself, his tone wavering slightly as he tries to make his point clear, the unease evident in his eyes as he searches for any glimmer of trust in Luther's expression.

"Master Klaus is correct," you all turn to see Pogo, the wise and loyal chimpanzee, stepping forward with a somber demeanor that hangs heavy in the room. 

"Regretfully," the monkey sighs sadly, the weight of his confession echoing through the silence that follows, leaving a lingering sense of guilt that hangs in the air like a heavy shroud.

"I helped Master Hargreeves enact his plan," Pogo's words land like a thunderclap, shattering the fragile peace that once existed among the siblings. 

Luther's jaw tightens, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief as he struggles to process the depth of deceit that has been uncovered in their midst.

"So did Grace," Pogo looks regretful, his expression a mixture of sorrow and guilt. "It was a difficult choice for both of us. More difficult than you could ever know," he continues, voice tinged with a sense of heavy responsibility. 

"Prior to your father's death, Grace's programming was adjusted so that she was incapable of administering first aid on that fateful night," he explains, his gaze filled with a deep sadness.

Five shakes his head, "Sick bastard."

"So the security tape we saw?"

"It was meant to further the murder mystery," Pogo confirms, the weight of the truth settling heavily upon his shoulders.

Luther raises an eyebrow skeptically at Pogo's words, his disbelief written all over his face. "Your father hoped that being back here, solving it together... would reignite your desire to be a team again, to come together once more like the family we once were," Pogo's voice is gentle but firm as he delivers this message, each word laced with a mix of nostalgia and hope. 

Luther remains silent for a moment, processing the weight of those words before finally asking, "And to what end?"

Pogo's response is immediate, filled with unwavering certainty, "To save the world, of course. Your father believed in the strength of your bond, the power of your unity to overcome even the greatest challenges that the world may throw your way."

Klaus listens to this exchange with a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, before letting out a laugh that is equal parts disbelief and resignation. "Yeah. All right,"

Luther, his emotions heightened from the shock of recent revelations and feeling betrayed, let out another disbelieving scoff. 

"First the Moon mission and now this," he grimaced. "You watched me search for answers and said nothing. Anything else you want to share, Pogo?" His voice grew louder with a mix of frustration and hurt. "Any other damn secrets that have been hidden from us all this time?"

"Hey, calm down, Luther-"

But Luther's vexation only intensified, his voice echoing with bitterness, "No, I won't calm down!" he erupted. "We've been lied to by the one person in this family we all trusted!"

Seeking to explain himself, Pogo hesitated before admitting, "It was your father's dying wish, Master Luther." he sighs. "I... I had no choice."

"There's always choice."

You watch the exchange uncomfortably, feeling out of place. The tension in the air thickens as you observe Five grabbing your arm, a sense of urgency evident in his actions as he prepares to jump you both elsewhere. 

The sudden rush of movement disorients you momentarily before settling in Five's room once again, the familiar blue light casting a glow around you. 

As you try to gather your thoughts in this new setting, you can't help but notice Five's demeanor. His usually composed features betray a hint of worry, his eyes reflecting the weight of the situation.

"Are you okay?" you inquire softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Five's single nod carries a world of unspoken words, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of determination and weariness. 

"I will be when this is all over," he finally responds, his voice tinged with a quiet resolve that both comforts and unsettles you.

"Turn around," Five said, his voice firm yet tinged with weariness as he began the process of shedding his current outfit. 

With a sense of urgency, you pivoted on your heel, your eyes now fixed on the darkened expanse beyond the glass window.

A frown creased your brow. "This doesn't sit right with you, does it?" you probed, your concern palpable in the dimly lit room.

Five let out a dry chuckle, the hint of a bitter smile briefly appearing on his face. "No, but then again, when has anything felt right lately?" his words carried a weight that seemed to reflect the heaviness of the world around you.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, mingling with the tension that hung in the air. "You have a point there," you conceded.

"We will make it, Five," you reassure, turning back around when you feel a tap on your back. 

Five stands in front of you, his expression tense as he nods to himself. "I know," he affirms decisively. "Let's go then, we don't have time." 

In sync with him, you follow Five's lead as he heads towards Klaus' room. The urgency in his movements is palpable.

"Hey, Klaus, get up," Five demands, his impatience evident as he lightly knocks on Klaus' door before entering, his piercing gaze fixed on the fumbling mess of yarn and knitting needles within the room. "We're going," he adds firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Klaus, visibly exasperated, throws the needles down in frustration and questions, "Where?"

With a sense of duty in his voice, Five responds, "To save the world."

Klaus, ever the sarcastic one, quips, "Oh, is that all? Great."

As we found ourselves back in Five's room listening to his animated rant, he questioned, "So, Pogo said Dad killed himself to get us all back together, right?" 

Klaus simply shrugged in response. "Yeah, so?" 

Five continued, delving deeper with his thoughts, "So it got me thinking, I had to jump to the future to figure out when it happened, but Dad, he can't time travel. So how'd the crazy bastard actually know to kill himself a week before the end of the world?" 

 With a thoughtful expression, Klaus began to speak, "Well, you know..." but his words trailed off, hinting at the complexity of their father's mysterious actions.

"Don't answer. That was purely rhetorical," Five shakes his head in disbelief. "Truth is, our whole lives, he's been telling us we'd save the world from an impending apocalypse."

"Yeah, but I always thought he just said that to scare us into doing the dishes." Klaus muses with a light chuckle, effortlessly slipping on his shoes, a gesture that brings a fond smile to your face.

"Me too. But what if the old man really knew it was going to happen?"Five remarks pensively, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. 

That underlying sense of unease starts to manifest within you, causing you to internally acknowledge the unsettling thought. 

"Yeah, but knew how?" Klaus inquires, crossing his arms in a contemplative manner, his brow furrowed as he sought answers that seemed just out of reach.

"No idea," Five begins, his voice tinged with a sense of frustration as he continues pacing back and forth in the room. 

"But the fact remains, his fakakta plan worked," he adds with a hint of disbelief.

"Fakakta," you repeat, the unfamiliar word rolling off your tongue with a tone of curiosity, as if trying to decipher its meaning from the context in which it was used.

Five rolls his eyes in a mixture of frustration and amusement as he looks at you. "But, we all came home." he remarks with a dismissive tone before gesturing towards you. "And then some. We're here, we might as well save the world."

Klaus has a perplexed expression on his face. "Oh yeah? What, like, the three of us?"

With a nonchalant shrug, Five's hands casually rest in his pockets as he continues, "Uh, well, ideally, no, but... gotta work with what I've got." 

The sound of running footsteps reverberated up the stairs, causing your heart to race with anticipation until you finally laid eyes on the familiar figure of Diego. 

"Where have you been?" Five inquired, curiosity evident in his tone.

"Jail." Diego admitted nonchalantly, prompting a gasp from you as your eyes widened.

"You of all people giving me a hard time for it-" you retorted.

Diego's frustrated expression deepened as he furrowed his brow. "Long story," he said abruptly, interrupting your thought. 

His eyes scanned the room as if searching for answers. "Where's Luther?"

"Haven't seen him since breakfast."

Diego's jaw tightened, the gravity of the situation apparent. "Yeah. Two days until the world ends, he picks a great time to drop off the grid," he remarked with a hint of sarcasm, the worry evident in his voice as he swiftly prepared for action, securing knives in all his holsters.

With a mix of determination and humor, he declared, "Well, suit up. We're finding him and putting an end to this whole end-of-the-world thing."

~~~

Diego had just disclosed that Allison was in imminent danger because of Vanya's boyfriend, who happened to be a confirmed murderer. 

Now, you found yourself in a surreal situation, confined to the car while the three brothers engaged in a persuasive conversation trying to convince Luther to accompany you for assistance.

Five had given you strict instructions to remain inside the vehicle, warning against the allure of the bar. 

The caution was necessary to prevent you from succumbing to the temptation of relapsing into old habits by sneaking some alcohol.

Despite your efforts to resist, a persistent craving for just a small sip of liquor lingered in the back of your mind, threatening to break your resolve.

You gazed out the window with a mixture of impatience and anxiety, anxiously awaiting the return of Klaus, Diego, Luther, and Five from the bar. 

The minutes felt like hours as you pondered the precarious situation that Allison was in, the weight of the impending danger weighing heavily on your shoulders.

Finally, the sight of the brothers emerging from the bar and headed towards the car brought a sense of relief, tinged with a newfound sense of determination to face the challenges ahead and ensure Allison's safety.

Five took the wheel and steered the car away from the bar, causing you to lean in closer to Luther to start a conversation. 

"Did you bring anything out with you?" you inquired. "Like, maybe a seltzer or something?" Your words were abruptly cut off as Five unexpectedly struck you in the back of the head.

"I already said no. You're not drinking tonight," he declared firmly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Yeah, whatever," you grumbled in response, slightly irritated by his strictness. 

~~~

"Hey. Can you go any faster?" Luther inquired, his voice slightly tinged with frustration, as if seconds were slipping away too quickly. 

"Ask me again, and I'll burn you with the cigarette lighter." Five retorted sharply.

Nevertheless, he defiantly pressed the gas pedal further down, determined to reach their destination as quickly as possible.

After what seemed like an eternity but in reality was just a mere few minutes, the car finally pulled up in front of the wood cabin tucked away in the heart of the dense woods. 

Fear coursed through the group as you all hastily made your way out of the vehicle, your eagerness evident in the way you all sped over to the front door, Luther way ahead of all of you.

"Something doesn't feel right," you whisper urgently as a chill runs down your spine, causing your heart to race. 

The sound of Luther's piercing scream echoes through the house, sending a jolt of fear through your veins. "Allison!!"

Your feet carry you swiftly into the house, shoes clicking frantically against the hardwood floor, each step a drumbeat of trepidation. The scene that unravels before your eyes is a nightmare come to life. 

Luther, usually carefree, is now a broken mess, his arms cradling Allison's near lifeless form. 

Her once vibrant eyes now blink rapidly, a stark contrast to the flow of crimson blood staining everything it touches, a stark reminder of the horrific truth.

"No- No! Allison!" The words catch in your throat, choked with grief and disbelief as you press your trembling fingers against her fragile pulse, frantically searching for a flicker of hope. 

The warmth of her blood seeps through the fabric of your clothing, a visceral reminder of the fragility of life.

With tears blurring your vision, you gather all your resolve, your hands shaking as you press your sleeve against her grievous wound, a feeble attempt to staunch the flow and hold on to the dwindling thread of hope that she may yet be saved. 

Desperation filled your voice as you frantically pleaded with an unseen presence for mercy. The weight of relentless fear pressed down on you, the thought of losing Allison unbearable.

Adrenaline surged through you, your hands working instinctively to staunch the flow of blood from Allison's wound, gripping your sleeve to her throat with a sense of urgency.

"Please, no," your voice quavered, a mix of helplessness and anguish as Luther carefully lifted Allison and carried her towards the waiting car. 

The touch of Five's firm grasp on your arm was the only anchor preventing you from fully crumbling, your trembling hands a stark contrast to the tense control in his touch. 

Emotions swirled within you, a storm of concern and fear raging through every fiber of your being as you were forced to relinquish your hold on Allison and watch her being taken away to safety.

You let out a shaky sob, the weight of your emotions becoming too heavy to bear in that moment. With tears streaming down your face, you found solace in the simple act of covering your pained expression with your hands. 

"I can't keep doing this," the words escaped your lips in a mix of desperation and exhaustion. "Five, you guys are all I've got," the vulnerability in your voice laid bare the depth of your dependence on the support of those closest to you.

As the reality of everything you've endured in the past few days sank in, the feeling of being overwhelmed consumed you entirely. It was as if a dam had burst within you, unleashing a flood of pent-up emotions and turmoil that had been building relentlessly. 

The weight of each struggle and hardship you had faced recently culminated in that single moment of raw emotion, leaving you breathless and lost in a sea of turbulent thoughts and feelings. 

The facade of strength you had worn for so long cracked under the pressure, revealing the vulnerable soul underneath that simply sought comfort and understanding in the midst of the storm.

Five sighs as he guides you with gentle reassurance back to the car.

"You won't"

He takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Not anymore."

~~~

A/N - oops short chapter, see you tomorrow :)))

Second pov

~~~

After driving you, Five, and Allison to the police station, Diego parked the car and the three of you stepped out onto the busy street. 

While Allison hurried off to find a phone booth to make a call, you and Five remained standing by the entrance, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily between you. 

Feeling the tension, you eventually broke the silence by awkwardly shifting and turning to face Five with a conflicted expression.

"I should apologize, properly," you hesitated, your voice tinged with regret as Five turned to you, a puzzled look etched on their brow. 

"I should have been honest from the start, especially when you discovered my identity as 'Electra.' It wasn't right of me to keep the fact that A.J. is my father a secret from you," you confessed, your words carrying the weight of withheld truths.

With a heavy sigh, you continued, "So, I'm... sorry," your apology pouring forth as you avoided meeting Five's gaze, the authenticity of your words ringing true despite the turmoil within you.

Five let out a laugh, more of a scoff, as he commented on the situation. "Yeah, you should have told me sooner," he said, causing you to stiffen with a hint of unease. 

"But no harm was done, so I don't see a problem," he added with a pause. "Actually, it just confuses me - you're the adopted daughter of the head of the board, and you didn't say anything?"

Your eyes finally turned to Five, catching the mischievous grin plastered on his face. "I'll smack that smirk off your face," you retorted with an eye roll.

However, Five persisted, emphasizing the seriousness of the scenario. "I could have easily threatened you for information," he mentioned casually with a shrug, causing you to stare back at him in disbelief.

"I can't take you seriously, dude," you replied, trying to shake off the absurdity of his remark.

Five narrows his eyes at you, his expression reflecting a mix of annoyance and curiosity as he directs his gaze towards your uneasy form. "It's the adolescent body I'm in, isn't it?" he probes, each word laced with a hint of rhetorical inquiry.

Unable to fully meet his intense scrutiny, you involuntarily wince, your admission coming out in a reluctant nod. "Yeah.. and unfortunately I'm in the same boat." 

His response is a blend of surprise and amusement, the corners of his lips twitching slightly as he processes your confession. "Oh really? I couldn't tell"  he retorts, his tone teasing.

Despite his jest, your own competitive spirit flares up, prompting a retort that bears a hint of playful defiance. "Eat shit, Five" you reply.

Diego emerged from the police station, the weight of the file palpable in his hand as a victorious grin played on his features. "Got it!" he exclaimed, hastening towards the waiting group. 

Allison, noticing Diego's return, hurried over to join the growing circle around him, anticipation sparking in her eyes. 

As Diego fumbled with the file, a hint of mischief colored his voice as he uttered, "You're welcome," in a tone tinged with sarcasm.

Upon opening the file, a mix of astonishment and disbelief painted Allison's expression as she eagerly snatched it from Diego's grasp, her eyes widening with each passing second.

"Holy shit," she muttered breathlessly, scanning the contents and absorbing the gravity of the information revealed within.

Confusion rippled through the group as you and Diego mirrored each other's puzzled expressions, prompting you to inquire simultaneously, "What?" The tension in the air was nearly tangible as you waited for her to disclose the contents of the file, your curiosity piqued.

"Harold Jenkins is Leonard Peabody," she announces, holding the file up for you to see. You tilt your head in confusion, trying to make sense of the unexpected revelation.

"Wait, what?" you inquire, wanting to grasp the full extent of the situation.

Allison's frustration is palpable as she lets out a groan. "Yes, Harold—uh, Leonard, is Vanya's boyfriend. He was at the academy earlier today," she elaborates, connecting the dots for you.

The piece of information about Vanya having a boyfriend catches you off guard. "...Vanya has a boyfriend?" you question.

Allison began to express her disbelief, "how could you not know this-" but before she could finish, Diego swiftly interrupted her with a revelation. 

"Because she's been in and out of rehab," Diego stated, revealing the rehab bracelet still secured around your wrist, a tangible reminder of the struggles you've faced. 

Five, seemingly unfazed, expressed his disappointment with a simple, "pitiful."

Feeling a surge of defiance, you shot a sharp glance at Five before forcefully pulling your hand away from Diego's grip. "Well, there's an address we need to follow, isn't there?" you suggested.

The group quickly regrouped and made their way back to the car, the solemnity of the situation hanging in the air as they prepared to tackle the challenge that lay ahead.

~~~

As you all pulled up to a nice looking house, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Stepping out of the vehicle, you gathered on the sidewalk, exchanging wary glances. 

"Be careful, okay?" Allison's voice held a note of caution, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble. "We don't know what Peabody's capable of," she added with a touch of concern.

Diego, ever the nonchalant one, interrupted the tension by casually flipping a knife in his hand. "Yeah, he didn't seem dangerous when I first saw him," he remarked, shrugging off any potential threat. "Looked kinda scrawny," he commented, downplaying the potential danger Peabody might pose.

Allison, however, wasn't so easily dismissive. "Yeah, well, so are most serial killers and mass murderers," she pointed out, her gaze shifting towards Five for emphasis. "I mean, look at him," she said, drawing a comparison that left an uncomfortable silence in its wake.

Five, never one to miss a chance for a snarky comeback, replied sarcastically, "Thanks."

"You hear that? Scrawny-" you laugh again as Five playfully shoves you away from him. 

But as your laughter gradually subsides, you can't help but notice the subtle hint of a limp in Five's leg once more.

"Good point," Deigo acknowledged with a nonchalant shrug as we advanced towards the house, our footsteps crunching on the gravel path. 

Absorbed by curiosity, you diverged from the group, your eyes peering into the dim interiors through the dusty windows. 

Noticing your departure, Five followed suit, his arms crossed in a defensive stance as he stepped up beside you.

The silence of the neighborhood enveloped us as we stood there, observing the empty rooms within. "Doesn't look like anyone's home," you remarked, breaking the quietness. The statement hung in the air, echoing the absence of life within the walls. 

Turning to face Five, you awaited his reaction, the tension palpable in the air between you two.

He just shrugs in response to your scrutiny, causing you to narrow your eyes in suspicion. 

"What's the matter with you?" you question, sensing his odd behavior since a recent event. "You've been weird ever since we-" you start to say, your curiosity piqued. 

"Don't, everything is fine." he interrupts sternly, a tinge of unease shadowing his eyes as his complexion grows increasingly pallid by the minute, betraying his attempt at nonchalance. 

"Five, you don't exactly look... good," you observe with growing concern, your worry deepening at the sight of his deteriorating state.

He sends a piercing glare your way, his expression etched with frustration. "No— that's not what I meant. I mean, you look sick or something," you explain hastily, your tone tinged with concern.

In response, he just lets out a weary sigh as Diego makes his way to the door and positions himself beside you, Allison now out of view. 

"Hey, look, I'm gonna burst through—" Diego announces as Five spacial jumps within the confines of the house, leaving you and Diego standing outside. 

You simply shrug, offering a nonchalant response, "Go for it, man." 

"You know what? It would be nice for people just to stick to the plan," he grumbles under his breath, voicing his frustration as you flash a small understanding smile in return.

You watch in stunned silence as Diego takes a few steps back, his intense gaze fixed on the door. And then suddenly, with a fierce determination, he launches himself forward at full speed, crashing into the tough glass barrier with a resounding impact that echoes through the space.

The shattering of the glass follows almost instantaneously, creating a cacophony of sharp fragments that scatter across the floor, a visual testament to the force of the collision. 

As the dust settles, you see Diego on the ground, an expression of pain etched on his face, one hand cradling his side as he lets out a low groan, the sound filled with a mix of frustration and discomfort.

Seizing the moment, you step forward and instinctively reach for the door handle, giving it a gentle push that causes the door to swing open with surprising ease. 

A sense of amusement dances in your eyes as you speak, the words dripping with a teasing tone, "Oh well, would you look at that; it was unlocked all along."

Diego, still recovering from his dramatic entrance, shoots a glare in your direction, his eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and admiration at your effortless maneuver. His voice carries a hint of begrudging respect as he mutters curses to himself. 

"Subtle"

"Yeah, well, my way works just fine," he confidently asserted as he rose from the ground with a subtle groan of exertion. 

"Spread out and make sure to yell if you, uh... find yourself in any kind of trouble," he added with a hint of concern in his voice, scanning the rooms of the house for any signs of potential danger.

"Ah, inspiring leadership," 

"One of the greats," 

"It's alright, I still love you, man."

You all quickly divided, each searching a different part of the house as instructed. It wasn't long before the silence was pierced by Allison's urgent voice echoing through the halls, beckoning you all to her location.

"Guys, you need to see this!" Her tone carried a hint of genuine concern, making your heart race with anticipation.

With a furrowed brow and a sense of trepidation creeping over you, you hastened your steps to join the rest of the enigmatic Hargreeves siblings gathering near the threshold of the attic. 

As you all climbed up the ladder to the attic, your eyes widened in amazement and curiosity. The darkness lifted to reveal the numerous posters and memorabilia of the umbrella academy lining the walls. 

However, your initial excitement turned to unease as you noticed that everything appeared to be purposefully damaged. 'X' marks had been crudely drawn over the eyes of the figures, creating an eerie and unsettling sight. 

Scattered around were burnt dolls, their once cheerful faces now twisted and charred. 

As you took in the scene, you also noticed the presence of threatening messages scrawled in red paint, adding a sense of foreboding to the already ominous atmosphere. 

The combination of the defaced posters, the creepy burnt dolls, and the menacing messages left a lingering feeling of dread in the air, making you wonder what could have led to such disturbing alterations in the once cherished collection.

As Allison picked up an action figure resembling herself, a sense of unease settled in the attic. "All our faces are burnt off," she commented, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and dread. 

Diego, scanning the eerie surroundings, couldn't help but chuckle nervously at the strange sight. "Well, that's not creepy at all," he remarked, attempting to mask his discomfort with humor.

Joining in the exploration, your eyes swept over the room, taking in the unsettling scene. The dim light cast eerie shadows across the walls, adding to the ominous atmosphere. 

Glancing over at Five, who appeared slightly unsteady, a shiver ran down your spine. 

Diego's comment about the owner's "serious issues" echoed in the silence, underscoring the unsettling nature of the discovery. The air felt incredibly heavy.

As the unsettling reality settles in, the atmosphere in the room changes palpably. "This.. is so weird," you murmur, your expression twisted in a mix of confusion and disdain. 

The weight of the situation seems to hit everyone simultaneously, each face reflecting a moment of profound understanding.

"This was never about Vanya.. This was about us."

The realization lingers heavily in the air, casting a shadow over the group dynamics as the true nature of the situation unfolds before you. 

Feeling increasingly uneasy, you instinctively fold your arms across your chest, a subconscious gesture of self-protection as you grapple with the implications of the revelation.

As you stood there, a barely audible gasp reached your ears from behind. Instinctively, you pivoted to discover Five, his complexion even more pale than you remembered, visibly struggling to remain upright.

"Five-" you begin your sentence but are cut short as Five's strength failed him, causing him to slump downwards.

Reacting swiftly, you swiftly closed the distance between you, acting as a support for his head as he descended.

"You... You..." you glare down at the injured boy. "You bitch! I knew something was wrong-!"

Carefully examining him, your hands probed for any signs of injury, and your fingers soon detected a shrapnel wound on his lower abdomen.

As you knelt beside Five, his blood, warm and sticky, tainted your hand crimson as you applied pressure to the wound, desperately trying to stem the flow. 

"Why didn't you tell us?" The question lingered in the tense air, unanswered as Five's pale lips moved soundlessly, lost in his own thoughts. Allison and Diego, expressions wrought with concern, stood by, their gazes fixed on the injured figure before them.

Diego's voice broke through the heavy silence, laced with worry and disbelief. "Jesus, Five" His eyes scanned Five's form, taking in the severity of the situation. 

Five's coughs sent shivers down your spine, a stark reminder of the fragility of life hanging by a thread. "You.. You have to keep going. So... close.."

In a moment of desperation, you shook Five gently, pleading with him to stay conscious. Your hand stung as you resorted to slapping his cheek lightly, the sharp sound echoing in the room.

"Stay with us, Five," you implored, frantically searching for a pulse. The faint beat beneath your trembling fingers gave you a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

 "Wake up, Five! Don't you dare fall asleep-" you whispered, your voice raw with emotion, willing him to hold on, to keep fighting against the encroaching darkness.

As you and Diego carefully maneuvered through the eerie silence of the attic, the urgency to get the unconscious boy to safety weighed heavily on your shoulders. 

With each step down the creaky ladder, the gravity of the situation intensified. 

Allison's presence, though silent, spoke volumes as her resolute determination matched Diego's strength in lifting the boy and carrying him out of the attic, their movements synchronized in seamless coordination.

Exiting the house brought a sense of relief, yet the ordeal was far from over. Settling into the car, your attention turned solely to Five, cradling his injured form with hands clammy from his dried blood. 

Your fingers remained on his pulse, a tangible connection to the fragile thread of life that still held on amidst chaos. 

The familiar comfort of the car's interior juxtaposed with the tension within as you persistently called out to Five, the urgency in your voice belying the anxiety that gnawed at your core.

Diego's reassurance through the rearview mirror cut through the palpable tension, his words a lifeline of hope as he promised to deliver Five safely to Grace. 

The road to the academy stretched ahead, each passing mile a reminder of the distance left to traverse before safety was within reach. 

Your silent nod was both a gesture of acknowledgment and a vow to see this through until the end, the unspoken pact shared between you and the siblings to weather whatever trials lay ahead on the path back to the academy.

~~~

"We should have taken him to the hospital," Deigo groans as he carries Five into the academy, his worry evident in the furrow of his brow and the urgency in his steps. 

"A kid with a shrapnel wound might raise some questions," Five retorts, his voice raspy with the strain of consciousness slipping in and out. The gravity of their situation weighs heavily on him, despite his attempts at maintaining a veneer of nonchalance.

"Yeah, well, so does the murder shrine in Harold Jenkins' attic," Diego replies, his words tinged with a mix of resignation and frustration.

"We need to find Grace," you exclaim, a sense of determination propelling you as you hasten around the house in search of the blonde woman. 

When you finally clasp her hand and lead her to Five, a flicker of hope ignites within you amidst the chaos and uncertainty.

She gasps upon seeing Five, her hand instinctively flying to her heart as her eyes widen in concern. "Goodness me, we must go upstairs to the medical room," she declares softly but decisively, her expression a mix of compassion and resolve. 

With a gentle smile, she takes Five from Diego and starts the ascent, her posture steady and her presence a grounding force in the tumultuous scene.

As you stood there watching Allison and Diego following Grace, a deep sense of regret enveloped you. 

You couldn't shake off the feeling that you should have spoken up, that you should have taken charge and addressed the situation before it escalated. 

Perhaps if you had tended to the wound earlier, everything would have turned out differently for him.

The questions raced through your mind with each step you took upstairs. Why had he chosen not to confide in you? Did he doubt your trustworthiness, your ability to handle the truth? Could it be that he harbored reservations about your capabilities, measuring your worth against the ticking clock? Did his silence reflect his lack of faith in your competency to navigate this situation effectively?

Doubts and uncertainties assailed you with every passing moment. The weight of unspoken words and unaddressed concerns pressed down on your shoulders, making each step feel heavier than the last. 

Despite the mounting negativity threatening to overwhelm you, you trudged upstairs, determined to find some answers.

~~~

A considerable amount of time had passed while you sat on the floor, your eyes fixed on the figure of Five sleeping peacefully beside the bed. 

Despite all the challenges he had faced since reuniting with his family and the daunting task of preventing the world's destruction, his face carried a calmness that tugged at your heartstrings.

As the tension of the situation lingered in the room, the need for a moment of respite became evident. Thoughts of a refreshing drink to soothe both your nerves started to occupy your mind.

Resting your head lightly against the bed's edge, you found yourself lost in contemplation as you gazed at Five's peaceful expression. The slight furrow on your brow revealed the undercurrent of impatience that brewed within you. 

All you wished for was a small sign from him, a subtle gesture to reassure you that he would emerge from this ordeal unscathed.

Even though you had only recently become acquainted with him, he had bestowed upon you numerous opportunities to demonstrate your capabilities. As you reflected on these chances, a sense of trust he had in you slowly dawned upon you. 

The realization that he perceived you as reliable and dependable began to settle within you.

It dawned on you that perhaps your relationship with him had evolved beyond mere acquaintanceship and had actually blossomed into a genuine friendship based on mutual respect and trust. 

The bond you shared seemed to have grown stronger as time passed, manifesting in the form of the trust he placed in you.

Taking a moment to process these thoughts, you let out a soft sigh, a mixture of gratitude and realization permeating the air around you. 

The simple act of feeling his hand in yours, now noticeably warmer than before, provided a reassuring sense that he was going to be alright.

Placing emphasis on the weight of unspoken emotions, you uttered softly, "you better be okay," your words dissolving into the air like fragile echoes. 

Then, a surge of unresolved feelings pierced through your facade as you murmured, "I hate you," the bitterness lacing your tone hovered momentarily before dissipating. 

As if in response to your unfiltered sentiment, he whispered, "I hate you too, Sparks," a touch of amusement evident in his voice. 

Transfixed by the blend of pain and familiarity in his gaze, you instinctively moved closer, settling beside him on the edge of the bed. The intertwining of your hands, once a source of connection.

Caught off guard by your shared intimacy, he questioned, "Why are you holding my hand?" A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes, softening the edges of the unspoken turmoil. 

With a nonchalant shrug, you met his gaze directly. "No reason," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of concealed longing beneath the surface. 

As he hummed softly, a hint of sarcasm laced his words. "That's quite bold of you to say, especially while claiming to 'hate me'," he noted, remembering the earlier insult.

Feeling the need to set the record straight, you released his hand momentarily to push a bottle of refreshing water in front of his face, your gesture speaking louder than words. "I don't hate you," you emphasized, hoping to clear the air.

Rather nonchalantly, he took a sip of the water, breaking the tension with a casual confession. "I don't hate you either," he admitted, a touch of honesty coloring his words. 

"I just don't like you," he added jokingly with a nonchalant shrug, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features as he winced from a hint of pain in his side.

Concern crept into your voice as you cautioned him gently, realizing the importance of conserving his energy for the impending challenge ahead. 

"Careful. We.. can still try to stop Peabody but dont strain yourself. You still need to rest for now." you warned, emphasizing the need for caution in navigating the murky waters of the task at hand.

"Says you, but don't forget, you also passed out due to blood loss," he scoffs lightly, a teasing tone in his voice as he gracefully rises from the bed. 

"How's that doing, by the way?" he inquires with genuine concern, his eyes searching your face for reassurance.

You comply with a small smile, rolling up your sleeve to reveal your healing shoulder. 

The once gaping wound now adorned with a scab has shed its stitches, a testament to your body's remarkable resilience. 

"All better now," you affirm, your smile widening in relief.

Acknowledging your progress with a single nod, he straightens his posture, signaling his intent to move. "Good," he murmurs before making his way towards the door, his steps measured and purposeful.

You quickly intercept him, blocking his path with a determined stance. "And just where do you think you're off to?" you question, a mix of curiosity and concern flickering in your gaze.

His scoff is lighthearted, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "To stop the apocalypse, of course," he quips playfully, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, his confidence unwavering in the face of impending chaos.

As you narrowed your eyes at him, hands firmly planted on your hips, a determined expression gracing your features, you knew that under no circumstances should he be allowed to continue skirting the basics of proper self-care. 

"Not until you get some sleep, mister," you firmly reiterated, your tone leaving no room for negotiation.

In response, he defiantly crossed his arms, the challenge clear in his posture as he fired back, "And who's gonna stop me? You?" Despite his bravado, you could see the tiredness etched in the shadows under his eyes, making your insistence all the more crucial.

With a quick retort, you raised the stakes, a hint of mischief in your voice, "I'll zap you." Although he tried to play it cool, a flicker of doubt passed through his eyes.

Seeing his hesitation, you raised an eyebrow, locking eyes with him and giving him a pointed look that spoke volumes. 

It was a non-verbal reminder of the care and concern you held for his well-being, making it clear that your words were not to be taken lightly. 

You observe as Five sighs, echoing in the room before settling back onto the bed, a tangible sign of his weariness. "Only because I'm tired, not because you said so," he groans softly, sinking into the mattress.

Taking in his compliance, you offer a slight smile, satisfied with his choice to heed your advice. As you join him on the bed, your gaze naturally gravitates towards him, capturing his every movement. 

 "I cauterized your 'thingy' by the way" you mention casually, motioning towards the faint outline of bandages peeking from beneath his night shirt.

He acknowledges your words with a nonchalant hum, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "My 'thingy', huh?"

You chuckle lightly at his jest, clarifying, "Your shrapnel wound. which you got at the commission that you decided not to tell anyone about" The mention of the covert operation that led to his injury doesn't seem to faze you as you casually brush it off. 

"No need to make a fuss about it," you express, shrugging off the potential severity of the situation.

With a weary expression, five runs a hand down his face, the fatigue evident in his movements. "I didn't want to slow us down," he murmurs softly.

Reassuringly, you respond, "We still have a few days and we know what causes the apocolypse, we'll get there." Offering him a confident nod.

Observing his slight relaxation, you give a nod in return as he shifts over on the bed.

Considering your well-being, Five gestures towards the vacant spot beside him. "Well... you probably need some rest too," he suggests, patting the inviting space.

Feeling uncertain, you pause before complying with his suggestion. "Isn't this a little... strange?" you inquire, unsure of the situation.

As you settle in, the calm atmosphere washes over you, bringing a sense of closeness and understanding between you and five in this moment of respite.

He shrugs tiredly before closing his eyes, the weight of exhaustion evident in every line etched on his face. 

"You're hot, so that makes up for it," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with weariness.

You flinch at the sudden comment, caught off guard by the unexpected compliment, and swiftly turn to face him. 

"Excuse me-?" Your tone is a mix of confusion and annoyance, seeking clarification for his bold statement.

However, before you can press further, your gaze meets his peacefully closed eyes, and the steady rise and fall of his chest indicate that he has already succumbed to sleep. 

"Sneaky bastard," you mumble under your breath, a hint of amusement in your voice despite the surprise he had thrown your way.

As the tension dissipates, you allow yourself to relax, the worry and tension of the past few days starting to fade away. Finding a sense of comfort in his presence, you eventually drift off to sleep next to him, the exhaustion finally catching up with you. 

The rhythmic sound of his breathing lulls you into a much-needed rest, the warmth of his proximity a soothing balm for the chaos of recent events.

~~~

A/N - woah character development :0

Second pov

~~~

Feeling a mixture of relief and unease, you trusted Five's assurance that everything would eventually fall into place amidst the chaos surrounding you. 

Thus, seeking solace in the quiet seclusion of the tube room, you found comfort in the repetitive fold of origami cranes while Five engaged in a secretive lunch meeting with The Handler. 

The fluorescent light hummed overhead, casting a soft glow on the empty desk before you, providing a serene backdrop against the tumultuous thoughts swirling in your mind. 

Memories of your daring escape from the clutches of the commission flooded back, the adrenaline-fueled freedom now tinged with a newfound apprehension as you realized the sinister cunning behind their calculated release of you, planting seeds of false security that only now sprouted into a garden of uncertainty within your psyche. 

The subtle rustle of paper folding echoed in the room, a rhythmic accompaniment to the whirlwind of emotions threatening to overwhelm you, as each delicate crane crafted with meticulous care symbolized both a fragile hope for the future and a reminder of the deceptive veneer that cloaked your past experiences. 

Upon recognizing the capabilities of The Handler, Five had a clear understanding of the potential outcomes. This awareness prompted him to promptly offer reassurance that all would be well. 

Though his trust in you ran deeper than most outside his family, he remained guarded, withholding such sentiments from being expressed directly to you or anyone else. 

Despite his reserved demeanor, his affection for you was evident, even though by his standards, your contributions to him were negligible. 

This genuine affection for you immediately alerted him when he sensed a shift in your behavior.

What prompted this awareness was your palpable fear, a feeling he easily recognized. While his knowledge of your past was limited, he harbored an intuition that it held dark experiences. 

It appeared that you had endured hardships from a young age, seeking solace in a life marred by substance abuse and self-effacing humor. 

This coping mechanism seemed to serve as a distraction from the troubles that plagued you, portraying a picture of a person who had grappled with adversity throughout their life.

If anything, he pitied you, not just out of sheer empathy, but because he truly understood the depth of your emotions. 

It wasn't the kind of pity born out of disdain, no, it was a profound sorrow that resonated in his own heart. 

The sinking feeling that consumed you, he couldn't fathom anyone enduring that, not even his most despised adversary.

The thought of a young girl being coerced into becoming a time-traveling assassin, that notion twisted his insides in the most sickening manner possible. 

He had always known the commission to be corrupt, but to witness an innocent child being stripped of her innocence and any chance at a normal life, it struck a nerve deep within him. Such a cruel fate forced upon her, to live a life devoid of any other purpose, left him seething with a mixture of rage and helplessness. 

The injustice of it all weighed heavily on his conscience, prompting him to question the moral fabric of those who could perpetrate such atrocities without a flicker of remorse.

With a start, you pause in the delicate folding of your paper crane, alert to the sudden hush that falls over the room. 

The unfamiliar voices send a chill down your spine, their urgent whispers pulling your attention away from your peaceful task. 

"Gloria, the Handler knows that Five is up to something," one voice declares, filled with a sense of urgency that makes you tense and hide under the desk. 

Hurried footsteps approach, triggering a rush of adrenaline as you strain to catch every hushed word. 

"Get this to Hazel and Cha-Cha immediately," the directive sends a shiver through you, wondering about the dangerous implications. 

A hesitant voice attempts to interject, only to be overridden with a sharp command for immediate action. 

Your heart quickens in sync with the tension in the air as you cautiously peek out, catching a glimpse of a frantic exchange that ends in a resounding 'smack.' The sound reverberates in the silence.

And there he was, standing tall in all his glory, Five Hargreeves embodied before your eyes, his presence commanding the room as he dragged the unconscious body of a poor woman behind a desk. 

"..Five?" you stand, your voice tinged with surprise.

He startles briefly, his intense gaze meeting yours as he recognizes you. "Thank God you're here, it's the final task on my list," he breathes out with a mixture of relief and urgency.

You swiftly make your way around the desk, closing the distance between you two. "Five, she knows - she was going to contact Hazel and Cha-Cha," you inform him, the gravity of the situation evident in your tone.

His brow furrows, his eyes flickering across the array of tubes within the room. "You think I'm unaware of that? Good Lord, that woman is absolutely unhinged," he remarks with a mixture of disdain and weariness apparent in his voice as he vents his frustration.

As five fumbles around before taking a tube, you see him engrossed in reading the contents inside. Curious, you creep up behind him to catch a glimpse as well, sharing in the discovery.

"Protect Harold Jenkins...?" you instinctively vocalize, questioning the cryptic message. 

Turning towards you, a glimmer of expectation shines in Five's eyes as he asks, "You wouldn't happen to know who that is, would you?" His voice echoing a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, hoping for a shred of clarity. 

Disappointment flickers across his features as your head gently shakes in response. "Damnit..." he mutters under his breath, frustration tainting the air as the mystery deepens, leaving more questions than answers in its wake.

"You know, this isn't how we do things here," the Handler's stern voice startles you, causing you to swiftly turn around to face her. 

"And you're supposed to be on a mission, dearie," she directs towards you with a hint of disappointment evident in her tone.

Five lets out a weary sigh, positioning himself slightly in front of you as a protective gesture.

"Where's Gloria?" The Handler questions, her tone demanding an answer.

Five simply shrugs nonchalantly, replying, "Don't know. Couldn't find her anywhere," which only serves to further highlight the chaos of the situation.

Suddenly, Gloria emits a soft groan as she slowly begins to stir from her slumber hidden behind the cluttered desk, her movements indicating her confused state of awakening.

As you stand in the midst of this unexpected commotion, the urgency of the mission at hand becomes even more apparent, with the absence of Gloria casting a shadow of doubt over the success of the operation. 

The Handler's gaze shifts from you to Gloria, her expression a mix of concern and frustration as the gravity of the situation sets in.

The Handler let out a heavy sigh, her disapproval evident in the tremor of her voice. "You're a great disappointment to me," she lamented, her gaze fixed on you accusingly. With every step she took closer, you instinctively stepped back, the tension between you palpable. 

"You can't change what's to come, children," she pronounced sternly, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air.

Drawing nearer once more, her tone shifted, now dripping with aggression as she confronted you with her disbelief. "I truly find it so odd that you can't shed this fantasy," her voice slicing through the silence like a sharp blade. 

"You're a first-rate pragmatist," she added, a hint of mockery seeping into her false chuckle. 

"You belong here with us, you both do," she asserted confidently, the conviction in her words leaving no room for argument.

Her presence loomed over you like a dark cloud, casting a shadow of doubt and unease. 

"I don't belong anywhere, thanks to you," Five seethed, his eyes ablaze with a mix of hurt and fury as he took five steps closer to The Handler. 

The overwhelming aura of rage emanating from him was palpable, a dark energy that seemed to swallow the room whole. "You made me a killer-

"You were always a killer," The Handler retorted sharply, her voice laced with a cold certainty that sent shivers down the spine. "I just pointed you in the right direction"

Her piercing gaze then shifted to you, and you found yourself trembling under her firm scrutiny. "My, my, I am profoundly disappointed in you, y/n," she chided, the disappointment in her tone cutting through the tension like a knife. "Now, imagine what your father would say if he witnessed the path you have chosen."

"Leave her out of this, this is between you and me" Five interjected, positioning himself protectively in front of you, a shield against The Handler's calculated words and manipulative tactics. 

The Handler's tension-filled sigh echoed through the room, a visible sign of her escalating desperation. 

With practiced efficiency, she swiftly drew her handgun from the holster secured to her thigh, the metallic glint of the weapon reflecting in the dim light as she leveled it towards you, her expression cold and determined.

The deafening sound of the gun going off reverberated in the enclosed space, the sharp crack of gunfire jolting the atmosphere. 

In a split-second reaction, Five sprang into action, his quick reflexes propelling him to grab you and execute a spatial jump, transporting both of you to safety with remarkable precision. 

The sudden displacement caused disorientation, and as you landed amidst a pile of discarded tubes, the clatter of the impact echoed loudly in the room.

As the blaring sirens pierced the air, signaling the breach of security, urgency hung heavy in the atmosphere. 

Five, with a firm grip on your hand, pulled you up swiftly, his urgency palpable as he urged you to move, his voice urgent with the need for immediate escape. 

"Come on - we have to go!" his words were laced with a sense of determination, a call to action in the face of imminent danger.

Together, the rush of adrenaline fueling your movements, you and Five dashed through the maze of corridors, the urgent need to evade capture spurring you onwards. 

The urgency in his stride matched by the determination etched across your features.

As you and Five dart across the room, dodging The Handler's relentless gunfire, the both of you glance back briefly, only to see her advancing with unwavering determination. 

With a swift motion, Five kicks a nearby cart in her direction, causing a momentary distraction before propelling the both of you further ahead. Amidst the chaos, The Handler's voice echoes,

"Now where are you two off to?" she calls out, a blend of amusement and challenge in her tone. "We're just getting started!"

Responding to her taunt, Five swiftly maneuvers you both into The Handler's office, a sanctuary amidst what was unfolding outside. 

However, the abrupt movement catches you off guard, and as the adrenaline rush subsides, you find yourself tumbling towards The Handler's imposing desk. 

In a hasty attempt to regain balance, your knee collides with the unforgiving leg of the desk, sending a sharp jolt of pain through your body.

"Ow- fu-" you manage to utter as the discomfort intensifies, momentarily overpowering your composure. 

Grimacing, you instinctively reach out to grasp your throbbing knee, the sting of the impact causing you to grit your teeth in discomfort.

Five turned towards you, letting out a heavy sigh as he offered reassurance, "You'll be fine." His voice clear as he reached for the grenades stored within the glass case of the office.

You couldn't help but smile as you approached him, joking lightly, "So you're finally taking my advice?" You walked over to Five after stretching out your leg.

With an eye roll, Five responded, "Don't let it get to your head," before showing genuine concern, "But are you okay though?" He motioned towards your knee with a furrowed brow.

You nodded in affirmation, steeling yourself for what lay ahead, "Let's get this over with then." Extending your hand to Five, a silent agreement passed between you both.

Returning the nod, Five grasped your hand firmly as he initiated the spacial jump, transporting the pair of you elsewhere.

The Handler must have heard the 'whoosh' of you and Five landing a distance behind her. As she slowly turns around, her intense glare fixates on both of you, the weight of disappointment evident in her piercing stare.

"Is this how you want the last line of your report to read?" Her eye twitches in irritation, a subtle reflection of the frustration simmering beneath the surface of her composed demeanor.

In response, a sense of defiance flickers across Five's tense expression as he nonchalantly shrugs, his body poised for any potential threat looming from the woman holding a gun. "When I'm done, I'm done, I guess," he remarks, a hint of resignation mingling with his defiance.

However, the Handler, with a calculated smile that masks her true intentions, counters his stance with manipulative precision. "You can't keep this up, Five," she purrs, her voice laced with honeyed persuasion. 

"We both know that even you have a limit. I saved you from a lifetime of solitude," she continues, a sharp edge of entitlement creeping into her words. 

With a single, mocking laugh, she adds, "You owe me," the weight of her past actions hanging heavily in the charged silence that envelops the tense standoff between them.

She spots you behind Number Five, her voice laced with a cold warning. "Don't you dare move, girl. It appears you've forgotten your rightful place here," she taunts, her tone dripping with disdain. 

"Unlike Number Five, you have no one else to turn to - you stand utterly and completely alone," she sneers, a visible vein pulsating with anger on her neck.

A dark chuckle escapes her lips once more. "Return home, y/n, and perhaps the repercussions of your actions won't be too severe," she threatens, the gun in her hand ready to deliver punishment, yet no bullet emerges.

As the smirk vanishes from The Handler's face, it reappears on Five's countenance, a subtle shift of power. "A debt is owed," he declares, swiftly teleporting behind the enraged woman. "But not to you."

After Five skillfully pulls the pin from the grenade he had acquired, he swiftly hurls it in The Handler's direction, causing her to freeze in shock. 

With quick reflexes, Five teleports back to your side, ensuring your safety before whisking you both away from the explosive blast radius to a secure spot behind a nearby wall. 

As you both huddle for cover, the grenade detonates, creating chaos and wreaking havoc within the room, injuring The Handler and causing destruction all around.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Five teleports once more, transporting you both seamlessly to a new location – the room containing the coveted briefcases. 

As you stand amongst the valuable cases, the gravity of the situation sinks in, knowing that your actions have set off a chain of events that could alter the course of the mission outcome. 

The tension in the air is palpable as you and Five exchange a knowing glance, the weight of the moment heavy on your shoulders.

Five swiftly grabbed the sleek, black briefcase beside him, deftly manipulating its dials to pinpoint a specific time and location. 

With a nod towards you, he dashed forward, prompting you to trail closely in his wake. Amid the noise of another explosion echoing through the air, a man's frantic shouts mingled with the tumultuous scene.

Reacting instinctively, Five threw the briefcase in front of both of you, using it as a protective shield against the swirling debris. 

In one seamless motion, he unlocked the mechanism, his hand darting out to grasp yours firmly, a silent reassurance amidst the turmoil. As the device whirred to life, a stunning blue light enveloped you both, blurring the surroundings until they faded into nothingness.

The disorienting rush of being transported through time and space accompanied the brilliant flash, casting a surreal glow over both of you.

You yelp in surprise as the weight of five comes crashing down upon you, the sudden impact causing you to instinctively push him off, sending him tumbling to the floor beside you.

Moroever, you clench your jaw in discomfort, your still injured arm throbbing with pain as you try to gather your bearings. 

"Shit- you good?" Five's voice breaks through the tension, his concern evident as he sits up next to you. As you both take a moment to assess the situation, Klaus' voice suddenly pierces the previous silence, his question hanging in the air. "Am I still high, or do you guys see them too?"

With a mixture of confusion and alarm, you sit up, the sleeve of your long-sleeved shirt riding up as you inspect your wounded arm. A sigh of relief escapes you as you realize that your stitches remain intact, the sight bringing a sense of reassurance amidst the chaos unfolding around you.

After receiving five nods in approval of your wounds, indicating that you were okay, before helping you stand up, everyone was bombarded with questions. 

Allison was quick to inquire, "Five, are both of you alright?" 

Meanwhile, Luther joined in, asking, "Where have you both been this whole time?" The room was filled with tension.

"Who did this to you guys-?"

Five interrupts the conversation abruptly, "Irrelevant", and you can't help but notice a slight limp in his step as he reaches for the coffee cup that Allison was holding. 

Your concern is evident as you observe him closely, wondering if he had been injured in some way. Your brows furrow, indicating your silent inquiry into his well-being.

Unlike his usual composed self, Five seems a bit off as he hastily gulps down the coffee before casually tossing the cup aside, his actions betraying a sense of urgency. 

Clearing his throat, he announces, "So, the apocalypse is in three days." He starts. "The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us."

"The Umbrella Academy," Luther said firmly, to which the other siblings all nodded in agreement, emphasizing the sense of unity among them.

"Yeah, but with me, obviously." Five nonchalantly remarked, before turning towards you with a sly grin, clearly hinting at some inside joke. "and y/n, of course," he added playfully, including you in the banter.

"So if y'all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed. Who cares if Dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us?" Five turned serious and paused for a moment, letting his words sink in, before continuing with determination. 

"No. And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, I've come back with a lead." With a final nod, Five concluded his impassioned speech, his eyes reflecting a mix of resolve and hope.

With a sense of anticipation, Five reached into his pocket and extracted the piece of paper he had managed to procure from the tube room, holding it up for the rest of the group to see.

"I know who's responsible for the apocalypse," he tells his siblings, his voice filled with a profound sense of determination as you all nod along solemnly. 

"This is who we have to stop," he adds, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air, urging you all to take action.

Allison sounds confused as she crosses her arms, her brow furrowed in disbelief. "Harold Jenkins?" she questions, trying to make sense of the revelation that has been revealed.

Diego, always one to get straight to the point, furrows his brows in confusion as he questions, "Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" His disbelief mirrored in the way he looks to you for answers, and you simply offer a nonchalant shrug, as puzzled as the rest.

"I don't know... yet," Five said as he rubbed the back of his neck pensively, his gaze sweeping the room before settling back on his siblings. 

"But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse," he affirmed, a determined nod confirming his conviction. "So we have to find him. And we have to do it now."

Luther's expression mirrored his incredulity as he questioned, "How is he connected to what's gonna happen?"

"I don't know." Five replied with a tinge of frustration evident in his voice.

Diego's sarcasm seeped through his words as he prodded, "Wait, so you just know his name? That's it?"

"That's enough," Five retorts firmly, the frustration evident in his tone, causing Diego to scoff in response with a look of skepticism.

"There's probably dozens of Jenkinses, asshole," Diego adds, his irritation growing as he scans the surroundings, realizing the magnitude of the task ahead. He furrows his brow, trying to come up with a strategy to tackle the challenge.

As the weight of the situation sinks in, Five lets out a deep groan, a mixture of annoyance and resignation clouding his features. The urgency in his voice rises as impatience takes hold. "Well, we just better start looking, then," he mutters half to himself.

Allison, ever the curious one, couldn't help but voice her doubts. "I'm sorry. Am I the only one that's skeptical here? I mean, how exactly do you know all of this about what's his name?" She inquired, her tone laced with uncertainty.

"Harold Jenkins. You know those lunatics in masks who attacked the house?"

"Oh, yeah, I think I remember those guys." Klaus confirmed with a hint of disbelief, his sarcasm evident.

"Yeah, the ones that attacked us while you two were out getting drunk," Diego gives you a look, disappointed in you. In response, you nonchalantly roll your eyes, attempting to hide your guilty conscience, while Five lets out a deep sigh. 

"Yeah, Them," he confirms, locking eyes with you briefly before elaborating. "They were sent by the Temps Commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on Earth." Five explains.

"The Temps what?"

"My former employer," Five begins, his tone tinged with a mix of resignation and defiance. "They monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen... happens." he adds, his discomfort evident as he shifts his weight, moving from one leg to the other.

"They believe the apocalypse is coming in three days," he explains to the group gathered anxiously in the dimly lit room, the tension palpable as they mulled over the grave situation at hand. 

"So we went to Commission headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics." his voice filled with a mixture of urgency and determination.

You spoke up, your voice cutting through the charged atmosphere, "'Protect Harold Jenkins.'" The weight of those words hung heavy in the air, prompting a collective exchange of concerned glances among the group. 

Five, the ever-vigilant member of the team, nodded in agreement. "Right, so he must be responsible for the impending apocalypse," he concluded with a sense of grim realization, the gravity of the situation sinking into the siblings brains.

"What do you mean, protect time and space?"

"Where is this Hazel, Five?"  "My skin is on fire." 

Allison, with a puzzled expression, directed her gaze at you and Five, an air of suspicion coloring her features as she posed a question, her voice laced with incredulity, "Do you have any idea how insane this sounds?"

Not one to pass up on an opportunity to interject, Five, his tone laced with sarcasm, retorted, "You know what else is insane? I look like a 16 year-old boy! Klaus talks to the dead, y/n is a living storm cloud, and Luther thinks he's fooling everybody with that overcoat." punctuating his exasperation with a theatrical gesture of throwing his hands up in the air, "Everything about us is insane- It always has been." 

A brief, contemplative silence enveloped the group, only to be broken by the always-unpredictable Klaus, who chose that moment to chime in, "He's got a point there." subtly acknowledging the truth within Five's outburst.

"But the last time we tried to stop it, we all died," Allison started, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation as she raised a valid point. 

"Why is this time any different? Why should I stay and risk my life when I could go home to my daughter?" Her eyes were filled with a mix of fear and longing, reflecting the inner turmoil she was experiencing.

Five, with a sense of determination in his tone, reassured her, "Because this time, I'm here." His words carried a weight of responsibility as he continued, "We have the name of the man responsible- Guys, we actually have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people." 

The room fell silent as the weight of their mission settled upon them. Each member of the team knew the risks involved, the sacrifices that might be required.

Five turned to Allison, his gaze thoughtful and tender as he spoke, "Including Claire," he said softly, a hint of longing in his voice.

Allison's eyes met his, a flicker of surprise mingling with something softer, more akin to understanding. She studied him for a moment before responding, her voice gentle, "You know her name?"

A wistful smile tugged at the corners of Five's lips, his eyes reflecting a mix of hope and uncertainty. "I do," he confirmed, his tone laced with a touch of quiet determination, "and I'd like to live long enough to meet her."

Allison's expression softened, a subtle warmth enveloping her features as she regarded Five with newfound curiosity and empathy.

Allison's expression hardens as she narrows her eyes in unwavering determination, a steely resolve evident in her gaze. "All right," she states firmly, her voice laced with resolve. "Let's get this bastard," she declares, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

Diego, catching Allison's fiery determination, nods in agreement. "You had me at Gerald Jenkins," he says, adding his support to the cause.

With a light chuckle, you kindly correct Diego's slip-up. "It's Harold Jenkins," you interject, ensuring the details are accurate.

Diego brushes off the correction with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Whatever," he replies with a resigned shake of his head. "I've already lost two people this week," he confides, a hint of grief edging into his voice. "I'm not losing anyone else," he says firmly, his determination matching Allison's.

"And Luther?" Five stood with his hands on his hips, a gesture that highlighted his concern as he turned towards his tallest brother, seeking assurance in his stormy demeanor. 

Luther, with a heavy heart, let out a weary sigh. "Yeah, you go," he answered softly, his tone betraying a tinge of resignation. "I'm gonna stay and go through Dad's files," he added, a determined glint in his eyes as he tucked his hands into his pockets.

"I still think this has something to do with why he sent me to the Moon," Luther finally confessed.

"You're still on that?" you interjected, your tone a blend of exasperation and concern.

Diego reacted with disbelief, his tone tinged with irritation. "Seriously? Now you wanna make the end of the world about you and Dad?" he scoffed, clearly frustrated by Luther's decision and the focus on their family issues amidst the impending chaos.

Luther's response was stern as he maintained eye contact. "'Watch for threats,' That's what he told me," he emphasized, a hint of urgency in his voice. 

"You think that's a coincidence? This all has to be connected somehow," he pondered, piecing together the cryptic warning he had received.

Allison offered a voice of reason in the heated moment, advocating for unity. "No, we should all stick together," she pointed out, recognizing the importance of solidarity in the face of impending danger.

Five, feeling the weight of the impending crisis, cut through the escalating tension with a sense of urgency. "We don't have time for this!" he exclaimed, reminding the group to prioritize the looming threat over personal disputes.

As Diego nodded to himself and holstered a few knives, determination etched into his features, he confidently declared, "I know exactly where we can find this asshole. Klaus, you're with me."

However, Klaus waved him off with a weak grin. "Yeah, I... I'm good," he chuckled nervously, his eyes betraying a hidden distress. "I think I'll pass this time, feeling a little under the weather, you know..." 

With those words, he abruptly turned and shuffled out of the room, a noticeable limp adding to your concern, prompting a worried frown to crease your brow as you watched him go.

You find yourself releasing a heavy sigh, the weight of the mission lingering in your mind as you make your way to the kitchen, the sound of your footsteps muffled against the floor. 

Your fingers fumble with the freezer door, the cool air rushing out as you search for something to quench your thirst and provide a brief moment of respite.

As you dig through the layers of frozen food, you sense Five's presence behind you, his expression puzzled and impatient. 

"What are you doing?" he questions, his tone a mix of confusion and urgency. "We need to leave."

Your gaze shifts to meet his, a tired smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Just getting a drink before I change out of.. this," you explain, gesturing down at the sleek stealth suit that still clings to your form, a reminder of the dangers you faced just minutes ago.

Five's impatience grows, his hand moving to shut the freezer door with a definitive click. "You don't need a drink right now," he asserts, the worry evident in his voice. "Let's go."

As you let out a frustrated sigh, rather reluctantly, you find yourself drawn back to the inviting chill of the freezer, a futile attempt that only leads to the door being ungraciously shut in your face once more.

Feeling a comforting touch on your arm, which pulls you gently towards Klaus' room, you glance over to see Five's reassuring presence guiding you.

"You're okay, let's get you changed. I'll wait outside," he assures, closing the door behind you and granting you privacy within the sanctum of Klaus' room.

Alone in the space, you take a moment to collect yourself, shedding the day's weariness along with your clothes as you slip into something more relaxing, the fabric against your skin a soothing reminder of the peace you so desperately seek.

Emerging from the room, refreshed and attired in a more comfortable ensemble, you step out into the hallway, greeted by the familiar sight of Five standing there, his expression a mix of patience and concern.

"Just let me have a tiny sip," you pleaded with a hint of desperation in your voice, but Five remained resolute in his refusal. 

With a dismissive scoff, he steered you firmly back towards the exit of the academy, his stern expression clearly conveying his concern for your well-being. 

"No, you don't need it. It just makes you sick," he reiterated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Feeling the need to justify your desire for that small sip, you attempted to explain your reasons to Five, but your words were instantly silenced by the unwavering look he shot your way.

Realizing that there was no point in further discussion, you let out a defeated sigh. "Fine, I guess I can wait," you conceded, falling into step beside Five as both of you made your way towards the academy's doors.

As you both advanced towards your objective, the determination in Five's voice was unmistakable. "Good. Let's get this son of a bitch," he declared with a sense of purpose, his focus unwavering as you prepared to face whatever awaited beyond the doors of the academy.

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A/N - i improv a lot of this to fit the story btw, its called fan FICTION for a reason :)