Ragtag survivors of a world gone to pieces, where sometimes the hardest fights aren't with the zombies. Can they find one person they can trust?

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Lila is a trained assassin, but she's always been reliant on her relationships with other people (while still being fairly selfish and free spirited). She had the handler, she had Diego, even when she ran to berlin, she immediately formed a connection and created a family. I don't know if she could handle the never ending hopelessness and isolation forever in the same way five was made to (also speaks to a reasoning behind a romantic connection forming).

NUMBER FIVE & LILA - CONTRASTS /// PARALLELS

She's the only one that can understand what Any of them go through with their power; Because, that is her power. To know and understand theirs. I love that the laser eyes come out of Nowhere, too. She finally gets a power that is just solely hers and she has zero idea how to use it, but she's so sure that it's gonna be fine. She'll get it eventually, like she always does.

I'm also glad that like Klaus finally said it, that Lila is the Only self-actualized one of them. She spits truth all the time, and knows that being a support for others isn't a backseat. It's a fucking honor, that's fucking love. That's how she shows love. All of them struggle with wanting to be the star hero for one shining moment, but Lila is just like 'hey man, how's it goin?'

@lilapxtts & @handlcd

@lilapxtts & @handlcd

As far as it all went, he kept his shit together. The diner was the place where he was five, just another variant in the grand scheme of fucked up timelines but when he left the subway, he blinked from place to place he was himself - it wasn't just the boy and the number, the savior complex beat into them, it was bigger, open. yet, it isn't nearly as simple as it feels, it came with a price, a name. people who wanted him DEAD, commission, and others alike - did it matter though? did it change how Brisket felt? not a chance because in all of the mess, there was freedom and that was something he had never truly been able to experience.

She wanted Grace tired out so she didn't sneak around in bed trying to read more books. And lastly, she wanted the house to remain tired so this way when Diego was home to complain, they wouldn't be around listening to him. She hated that with a passion the most so a part of her was also hoping Diego came home tired out. Maybe for once they could enjoy a night in. It was wishful thinking;

Lila had the remote propped on her thigh, a glass of wine in one hand as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. Honestly she was growing bored out of her mind; She had half the mind of changing and going out and about the neighborhood. No point in relaxing when here mind was all over the place. The sudden commotion that came from her kitchen caught her off guard. The wine glass placed on the table now, Lila instantly ran into the kitchen just to see what the hell was happening.

Ahead she saw Five, some man, and her fridge door being used as a way to murder said man. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" blood stained, he should know that better than anyone else. When his gaze met hers, Lila was ready to go off on him just for bringing in his drama into her kitchen.

"What the hell, Five? Who the hell did you just murder in my kitchen and why the hell are you threatening me?"

But somethng was wrong. This wasn't the Five she knew. The powerless Five. How did he get into her kitchen? He wasn't HER Five.

"You're in the wrong bloody timeline."

When it sank in, he was excited and happy to be back. No, those words didn't suffice on how he felt. He didn't know what his family did this time, but this meant he could see them again. For days, he embraced what he took for granted. He enjoyed spending time at the park, tasting free food samples, holding conversations with strangers, and even helping someone cross the street. For a few days, he was living the definition of cloud nine.

However, it didn't take long to experience how the real world worked again. The first big change was the fact he no longer possessed his powers. The first instance was when he landed himself a gig for volunteer work in exchange for food. He subconsciously tried to reach for something with one of his other-worldly tentacles. But as one of his fellow volunteers asked what he was doing, Ben snapped out of it. Needless to say, he was shocked- and he didn't know if losing his powers was for the better or worse. At this point, he needed to see his family more than ever. Any of them (excluding his adoptive father. That would be a leap too early even for him to take) would keep him grounded in this surreal, yet normal world.

With the little money he made, he opted to buy himself a small treat. But with so many to choose from, he didn't know which he would leave him the most satisfied. Ugh. Why am I thinking that I want a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich now of all times? He knew that that snack was a certain sibling's favorite. Maybe he just thought about it because he missed him, like how he missed everyone else. He then let out a sigh, his hoodie over his head effectively making him look broody and glum.

Without warning, he found himself falling onto the floor. He sensed someone hold onto him, and his first instinct was to be combat-ready. It seemed that even in this timeline, all those formative years of training were ingrained into him. But then, he swore she called him by his name. Someone knew him? From this timeline? Again, his head immediately had so many questions- but again, he was excited and happy. Someone found him. He found someone.

An arm was extended towards him, but his question caused her brows to furrow in confusion. "How much have you had to drink, seems like we're either too happy or too out of it. Then again you were much cheerful when drunk." she reminisced the times he had been eagerly happy during Sloane and Luther's wedding. Those were the fun times - maybe. Well no, the world was ending so not really.

"You're oddly suffering through some sort of amnesia, aren't you?" she asked while helping him up. "Should we take you to the doctor? You smokin' something Ben? Should I be concerned?" and her first question was whether he had been in contact with Klaus. However that also seemed impossible because Klaus was three years sober, so why would he lead his own brother to ashtray?

"Oh now i'm really concerned. We should get you to the doctor."

If he had to ask who Diego was, then there was something clearly wrong. However, she had a whole cart full of groceries and a party to get ready for. She turned to him for a moment and held up a finger. "We'll take you to the doctor soon, but first I need you to follow me and hold the cake." forget the cart, she'd use the extra set of arms instead now.

"Follow me." she reached for his hand -- a habit she picked up because she'd be reaching for Grace's or the twins' constantly. As she approached her cart full of groceries, she let go of his hand in that moment. "You stay here, I'll go grab the cake and then we leave. I'll let Diego know you're coming and I think Klaus will be ecstatic to see you but, continue being this friendly. Don't be broody alright?"

It was odd really, whatever was happenign with Ben. However, Lila was just grateful for the extra set of hands. While she expected him to stay by the cart she headed to the bakery department to grab her cake that had been ready. As she returned, she handed him the cake to take a hold of.